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Moving into a new apartment should be a fresh start, but Y/N’s first week takes an unexpected turn when her landlord accidentally gives her Peter Parker’s number instead of maintenance. One broken sink later, Peter is standing at her door with his floppy curls, crooked smile and absolutely no idea how he became the building’s unofficial handyman. What starts as an awkward misunderstanding quickly turns into friendship. Soon, Peter is fixing little things around her apartment, Y/N is bringing him leftovers, and neither of them can seem to stop finding excuses to spend time together. Late-night conversations become movie nights. Movie nights become takeout on the couch. Somewhere along the way, Peter becomes her favorite person to call, and Y/N becomes the person he looks forward to coming home to. There is just one tiny thing Peter hasn’t told her. He’s Spider-Man. But for now, Y/N only knows him as her ridiculously handsome, slightly mysterious neighbor with messy curls, terrible excuses for his bruises and a habit of showing up whenever she needs him. And Peter is perfectly happy letting her get to know the man behind the mask first. A cozy, fluffy, slow-burn story about friendship, unexpected neighbors, stolen glances, domestic moments and Peter Parker falling hopelessly in love with the girl next door.