Peter Parker Imagines Book

Straight Outta Quarantine

A/N: I told myself I wouldn't write something taking place during quarantine, but I couldn't resist this idea when it popped into my brain. The title really doesn't go with the contents of the chapter, I just thought it was slightly funny and couldn't think of anything better.
Hey, I actually finished That Night. My first completed story. Cool.
Happy Belated Birthday, Tom
Oh, my friend actually helped me through writing this one over a video call. He had ideas of his own to add to my main idea of the chapter.

Warning(s): *sigh* this chapter does take place current day with COVID-19, so if that's something uncomfortable or triggers you, I'd advise you proceed with caution although nothing is actually specifically stated. Honestly, it's a pretty clean chapter. Does that mean Peter would be 18?
Some...ahem...sexual implications
Semi Detroit: Become Human spoilers

"What month is it?" You asked flatly as you opened your eyes.

You were currently laying on the couch in your living room. The room was decently quiet, the fan blowing in the corner, your sister consumed in her phone in her room, and your mom sitting in the armchair next to you filling out paperwork for her job while Friends played on the TV in the background.

"It's still May, still Monday."

"How?" you asked rhetorically, sitting up. "Did I fall asleep?"

"When was the last time you remembered checking the time?" Your mom asked and you turned your head to her.

"Uh, like 11:30?"

"It's 11:32." You flopped back down on the couch, thinking about this being the day you finally gave up on the world.

"Noooo..." you groaned, dragging your hands down your face.

You've been confined to your house for nearly three months now and you haven't had any physical contact with Peter or any of your friends in that time frame, only leaving the house occasionally, and most of the time have been for grocery runs. Your mom wanted to keep travel outside to as much as a minimum as she could because she was an essential worker and out nearly everyday, and she didn't want to get her two daughters sick.

You don't know when you lost your sense of time, barely having a grip on it before quarantine started, but days merged into each other, no real beginning and end. Your sleep schedule was no more, and you were almost out of things to do to entertain you.

But what killed you the most, was that you and Peter were limited to FaceTime calls only. It was automatically your favorite time of day when you were on a call with him. You desperately wanted to see him in real life, touch him and hold him close and never let him go again.

You knew he hated quarantine too. As much as he hated the decision, he chose to take a break from being Spider-Man until the cases being reported calmed down. May was working crazy hours at the hospital, and he was home alone a lot more now.

Going three months without spending any time with your boyfriend was insufferable. As much as it was selfish, you craved his arms around you and the soft kisses he pressed to your head at random times, they were the most comforting things you've ever experienced and if there was anything you needed right now, it was comfort. You also missed running your hand through his hair to see the peaceful look and contented hum that he let out when you did so, you missed swiping your thumb over his eyebrows to smooth them, attempting—and failing—to tame his wild left one that grew in the way it wanted to and watching him laugh at your face that would always contort to a mix of concentration and frustration.