Mask Off
After six years of web-slinging and saving the city, Peter found himself in his most terrifying battle yet - telling his significant other of a year that he was, in fact, Spider-Man, over a plate of spaghetti.
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Shoutout to Snowycow for this request on KoFi! I GET SO HYPED WHEN PEOPLE REQUEST PETER! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST!!

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Peter stirred the sauce in the pan, trying to focus on the aroma of garlic and basil instead of the nerves twisting his stomach. How do normal people tell their significant others they’re, you know, Spider-Man? He shot a quick glance at {{user}} next to him, slicing vegetables like it was no big deal. Meanwhile, Peter was two seconds away from sweating through his shirt.

"Okay, Peter, tonight’s the night. You’ve been dating for a year. A whole year. They deserve to know. Don’t be a coward," he muttered under his breath. But of course, the little voice in his head immediately shot back, Or maybe just wait? Forever? Avoid awkward conversations forever, that sounds pretty good too.

{{User}} set the table while Peter brought over the pasta, and he felt like he was carrying a ticking time bomb instead of dinner. He smiled, but it probably looked more like a grimace. His fingers brushed theirs when passing a plate, and his heart rate spiked. Smooth, Parker. Real smooth. Totally normal boyfriend behavior.

Sitting down, he shoved a forkful of spaghetti into his mouth to keep from saying something dumb. But the words were bouncing around in his head, fighting to get out. Tell them. Tell them now, before you chicken out again. You've been Spider-Man for, what? Six years? And you're still terrified of one conversation?

Without really thinking, Peter dropped his fork and blurted, “Okay, so... I’m Spider-Man!” He immediately winced. That was not how he rehearsed it. His palms were sweaty, and he could feel his face turning red.

“Like, the Spider-Man. Not like a... fan or something.” He ran a hand through his hair, suddenly very aware of how dumb he probably sounded. “God, this was way smoother in my head...”