I Don’t Wanna Keep Secrets Just to Keep You
(TASM!Peter Parker x GN Reader)
category: fluff with sort of angsty undertones?
summary: reader is dating spiderman for a half a year, they want to see his face.
warnings: not a lot tbh, breakup themes but that’s it
word count: 1.3K
A/N: Kinda a part two no one asked for to Walking Back Home, but you don’t gotta read it to understand this
It’s been 6 months since you and Spider-Man had that moment together in the alleyway. He was the most amazing boyfriend ever. From the late night talks on the rooftop of your guy’s “spot”, to him “walking” (swinging) you home from school each day, and him sneaking into your room from the fire escape so you can help him with his injuries.
But you couldn’t help but feel- upset about the whole relationship? You’ve never seen his face, you don’t know anything about him besides the fact he’s your age and he’s a guy, and you can’t even confirm those things!
“Penny for your thoughts?” a voice breaks your pondering, bringing you back to your room.
You look at the voice, seeing Peter, you remember you invited him over so you guys could study for finals. You smile faintly at your best friend, Peter knows all about you and Spider-Man’s relationship, so you could tell him about it.
“Just thinking about bug boy” you sigh, resting your face on your knees.
“What about him?” Peter says, scooching closer.
“Oh, uh, it’s nothing” you rub your neck, not wanting to tell Peter about your doubts.
He raises an eyebrow at you not wanting to tell him what you were thinking about. You blush as soon as you realize what he was thinking.
“No- no! It’s not- those thoughts” you bury your face into your palms, laughing softly.
“So why don’t you tell me?” he laughs, looking at you.
“Fine, I’m having- doubts” you confess, biting your lip.
You can see Peter’s face faintly drop, his eyes widening.
“Wh-what?!” he exclaims, his mouth agape.
“It’s not that I don’t love him, I really do, I just don’t know like- anything about him!” you say, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.
“I just, I wanna be able to see him without a mask, like a regular boyfriend?” you add, your face contorted with frustration.
Peter remains silent, he looks kinda- sad?
“Come on, tell me you didn’t grow attached to my boyfriend from my stories” you joke, trying to lighten the mood.
“No, that’d be crazy” he rolls his eyes playfully at you.
“So, are we gonna study or not?” you give him your signature smile, grabbing your notes.
Timeskip two days later..
You were still sitting in your room studying alone, your parents out with friends. You yawn, debating just giving in to sleep. You get up from your bed, heading to your wardrobe to grab your pajamas, shuffling through your drawers.
Knock knock knock…
You turn, the familiar knocking on the window making you sort of guilty. You were sort of ignoring your boyfriend, your doubts making it hard to face him. You shuffle over to the window, opening it, letting the warm air flow in.
“Hi babe” Spider-Man says, sliding in and giving you a swift masked kiss.
You smile faintly, burying your face into his chest, tracing the spider emblem with your fingers.
“Whatcha doing here?” you whisper softly, taking in his scent just in case you break up with him tonight.
“Wanted to see you” he mumbles back, rubbing your back.
You both stay like this for a while, waiting to see who the first to let go is.
“You staying for the night or are ya heading out?” you pull away, grabbing your pajamas and a pair of emergency pajamas for your boyfriend.
“Staying” he says, his shoulders dropping as you pull away, taking the pajamas from you.
You smile faintly at him as you swiftly change into your pajamas, not minding him staring. You walk back to your bed, falling down onto it. He watches you, changing from his suit to the pajamas. You sigh as he joins you, noticing he still hasn’t taken off his mask.
“Penny for your thoughts?” he asks, falling back in the same manner as you, cuddling your body.
“Mm, it’s nothing” you rest your hands on his face, picturing what it’d be like to feel his skin.
He removes your hands from his mask, cupping them inside his hands, bringing them close to his chest.
“I don’t think it’s nothing” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours.
You suck in a breath, averting your eyes so you don’t have to look at him, your memory flickering back to your conversation with Peter.
“I just, I wanna be able to see him without a mask, like a regular boyfriend?”
“Hey, please tell me?” he adds, still clutching your hands, bringing you back to the present.
“Will I ever see your face?” you blurt out, your face heating up more and more by the second.
I can feel his body tense beside me, his hands clutching a little tighter around mine. I can feel him sigh, pressing his forehead a little harder against mine.
“I’m just.. scared” he replies sadly.
“Why would you be scared?” you caress his face as you sit up, looking down at him.
“I don’t want you to think I’m a loser or something and dump me” he answers, leaning into your touch.
“I could never, I think I could love you no matter what” you frown, sort of upset that he thinks you're that shallow.
No one dares to speak next, leaving you in uncomfortable silence for what seemed like ages.
“Do you want to see?” he whispers so quietly you can barely pick up on it.
Your eyes widen, your head slowly nodding up and down. He sits up as well, both of your hearts beating with anticipation.
“Can you uh, look away for a second?” he asks, his voice cracking.
“Mhm” you turn around, fidgeting with your fingers as you wait.
Spiderman lifts up his mask and sets it in your lap, causing your heart to flutter. Peter plays with his hair to fluff it back up as he breathes in to calm his nerves.
“You can look now” he informs you, his heart racing more and more.
You take your time turning around, you don’t know what or who you expected to be behind the mask. Your eyes subconsciously shut, only opening when you’re sure you’re making direct eye contact with him.
You let out a soft gasp as you see your best friend sitting there, your eyes and mouth widening.
“P-Peter?” you reply, your face heating up.
“H-hi” he responds, his voice sounding ashamed.
You look at him, disbelief flooding on your face. Memories come back of things you’ve shared about Spiderman to Peter, and you’re surprised you hadn’t put the dots together sooner.
“I’m sorry” his voice quakes as his eyes brim with tears, his hand clutching onto his pant fabric.
He starts crying, but you can’t move. Peter, your best friend, your- boyfriend?
“Peter?” you repeat again, finally snapping from the dazed out state you were in.
“Yeah..” he wipes his tears, putting on a brave face.
You can’t help yourself, you should be furious at Peter for not telling you, but you aren’t. How could you be so mad at the boy you love?
You leap forward in bed, wrapping your arms around him as you bury your face into his neck. You can feel his body start to sniffle again, reciprocating the hug.
“You’re not mad?” he says weakly, his hands clutching you like you’ll fall through his fingers.
“I’m fucking furious, I love you” you pull back, holding his face in your hands.
He doesn’t know whether or not to frown or smile, whether or not to pull away or kiss you.
“I love you Peter, okay? I’ll love you no matter what” you reassure him, pecking his lips.
He smiles faintly against your lips, holding you closer.
“Thank you for showing me your secret”
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