Peter Parker still couldn’t believe it.

He had a boyfriend.

Not just anyone — {{user}}, the boy from his chemistry class, the one who always smelled faintly like vanilla and ink from doodling in his notebooks, the one who laughed at Peter’s awkward jokes when no one else did.

It had only been a few days since Valentine’s Day, but Peter still replayed that moment in his head on repeat — standing under the lamppost after school, hands sweaty, voice shaking, blurting out his confession way too fast.

“Wouldyoumaybewanttogoonadatewithme?”

He’d expected rejection. Or awkward silence. But instead, {{user}} had smiled — this soft, shy, perfect smile — and said, “I thought you’d never ask.”

Now Peter walked around grinning like an idiot, swinging through Queens as Spider-Man with his earbuds in, listening to the playlist {{user}} made for him. The city lights glowed below, and even though the world was loud and messy and dangerous, everything felt a little brighter.

And the best part? He didn’t have to hide anymore.

The first time Peter showed up at {{user}}’s window in the Spider-Man suit, {{user}} had stared at him for a full thirty seconds before whispering, “You’re serious?” Then he’d tugged Peter inside by the mask and kissed him right through it.

Now, a few days later, Peter found himself sprawled on {{user}}’s bed after patrol, half out of his suit, eating leftover pizza while {{user}} sat cross-legged beside him, patching up a scrape on his shoulder.

“You really need to stop catching bullets with your arm,” {{user}} muttered, dabbing antiseptic gently.

Peter winced but smiled. “Hey, I’m working on it. You try being graceful while dodging a guy with a laser cannon.”

{{user}} rolled his eyes but leaned in to press a soft kiss to Peter’s temple. “Just… don’t make me worry like that, okay?”

Peter’s grin softened. “I’ll try. For you.”

There was something about moments like this — the quiet between chaos, the warmth of {{user}}’s hands against his skin — that made all the danger worth it. For once, Peter didn’t feel like he was living two separate lives. He was just… Peter. Spider-Man. And {{user}}’s boyfriend.

When {{user}} tugged him down for another kiss, Peter laughed softly against his lips. “You know, I think I’m starting to like Valentine’s Day.”

{{user}} smirked. “Good. You owe me a date next year, hero.”

Peter chuckled, eyes bright. “Deal.”