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marvelwitchergilmore · 8 months

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I'm In Love (With My Best Friend)

Summary: Peter Parker x Fe!Reader -> You and Peter have been best friends since middle school. But when feelings get involved, it can lead to a lot of pining and incredibly romantic kisses inside a Stark lab.

Disclaimer: FLUFF, a little angst, a LOT of pining. Kissing. Jealousy. Happy Ending. Not proof-read. No use of Y/N.

You first met him when you were in middle school. You had been the new transfer student and you had zero friends. The first week of your new school you spent getting lost in the hallways, avoiding the random questions that the people who you assumed were the popular crowd were asking you and trying to concentrate on the work you were being given.

But, half-way through your second week, you met a boy.

You had been sitting on your own in the back of the cafeteria, trying to solve your science homework.

Usually, you were okay with science but every time you entered your numbers, you knew the answer was wrong.

He’d introduced himself as Peter Parker.

You recognised the name.

He was supposed to be in your English, Math and Physical Ed classes though he hadn’t been in due to being ill.

At first, he sat with you because there was nowhere else to sit. At least, that’s what you thought. Then he asked about your homework.

“Yeah, Mrs Jackson always sets difficult questions. Do you want some help?”

You accepted his offer and he moved over two seats so he was directly in front of you and for the next 20 minutes, he sat with you and you both figured out the homework together.

In return, you offered to help him with his English report.

You couldn’t quite remember when it was after that that the pair of you became inseparable. But, after that, the both of you were never seen without one another.

Even in High School, you remained the best of friends. Thursday night homework hours were completed together and Friday night movie nights were completed with the same laughter, frustration and smiles.

And, despite attending different colleges, it was like no time or space had passed between you both.

You were the first Peter came to when he was ready to tell people about his alter-ego Spider-Man. You were also the first person Peter came to when he had his first crush and date in High School.

Maybe that was when you had your first heart-break.

Though you were friends with Peter first, it was a couple years into High School that you realised your feelings towards Peter had grown to be more than friendship.

But you knew he didn’t feel the same. And knew he probably never would.

But, at the same time, it didn’t not sting when he dated other girls.

Either way, you swallowed the pain and your feelings for him and remained determined to keep your friendship with Peter despite them.

So, you dated other guys.

And, they were kind.

Some of them became long term - others, not so much. But despite how much you cared for them, something always seemed to be missing. Though you tried your best to ignore that fact.

You both had graduated college a few years ago and ever since, Peter had been working for Stark Industries whilst, despite the job offer Tony had given you personally and said he would keep on ice, you had a job helping engineer different plates and surgical equipment that helped towards surgery for animals who’s back legs had stopped moving or had been born without one of the paws etc.

Still, you met Peter every day in his lab at the compound at 7 since you got off work at 6.

“Peter? You here?”

“In here. I’m almost ready, I’ve just got to-”

“No worries.”

Whilst Peter ran about the place, finding different parts for some old web-shooters he had in his hand, you sat at one of the tables and tinkered away.

It was usually like this.

You’d go and meet him, he’d still be working and you’d sit with him for 40 minutes to an hour before you both left to get food and watch a movie.

“You know, it’s so cool you work for Tony Stark.”

Peter smiled as he continued to tinker away and you tried to avoid your gaze dropping to check him out despite his outfit consisting of black cargo trousers and a black t-shirt.

So, he’d been in training today.

“Yeah. You know, you could too if you wanted.” Peter looked up to you for a moment. “He has a job lined up and ready for you whenever you want it.”

You smiled and nodded. “I know. But I like my job.”

“Offer is always there.”

“Hey, did you hear back from Lucy?”

Peter faltered for a moment, though you barely noticed. “Oh, uh, yeah. We’re…we’re going out again, tomorrow, I think.”

You ignored the sad feeling in your chest, despite the fact you had been the one to set them up (technically).

Lucy worked in the office at your job. Peter came in one day to pick you up and she mistook you both for a couple despite the fact she’d just been flirting with him thirty seconds ago.

You just opened your mouth and shut the whole thing down. “Oh, no. Hahaha, no. We’re- we’re just friends. Good friends. But friends.”

Sitting up a little straighter, you smiled. “That’s good.”

“What about you? What happened to Frank?”

“Mark,” you corrected. “And it-it wasn’t right. Besides, we only talked, like, twice. It wouldn’t have worked out anyway. He said he hated Disney movies and would rather gouge out his eyes than watch another one.”

“Seriously?”

You raised your eyebrows with a puff from your chest, still annoyed at the comment. “Yeah.”

“Well, at least you never have to talk to him again.”

“True.”

At that moment, the door to Peter’s lab slid open and Sam walked in with a pile of plans, presumably for a new set of wings.

“Steve told me to give you these.”

“Thanks, Sam. Just leave them there. I’ll look over them.”

“Hey, Sam.”

Sam called your name and ran over and hugged you. “How are you doing, kid?”

“Good. Just waiting for this one to finish up. How was Alaska?”

“Cold. Bucky got his arm frozen to a lamp-post. I’ll send you pictures.”

You smiled. “You want them framed?”

“Oh, please.” Sam smiled.

“Did I ever show you the pictures when Peter froze his webs to the roof? He was still attached to them two hours later.”

Peter, looking between the pair of you, laughing at the photos, shook his head. “Sometimes I regret introducing you two.”

“Too late.” Sam smiled. “Anyway, you both should head out before traffic gets too bad.”

“It’s New York. Traffic is always bad.”

“Even better.”

“And our movie starts in an hour.” you added.

“Alright, I’m done.”

Sam winked at you and you mouthed a “Thank you” to him before he said goodbye and left.

Yourself and Peter managed to get to the cinema and find your seats just before the trailers finished and for the next two hours, you spent most of the time trying not to have a heart-attack as the actors jumped from building to building, hanged themselves over the edge of a cliff and nearly died about thirty times before finally succeeding.

Despite the amount of times you watched movies like that, it didn’t stop your heart from racing and trying not to watch. Horror, sure. You could handle that. But suspense and action - nope.

“How you feeling?”

You put your hand to your head and covered your eyes for a moment. “I’m still spinning, I think. Please, never do anything like that.”

Peter laughed as you sat down on the bench outside the movie house. “You have my word.”

Slowly, he knelt down in front of you before pushing your chin up.

“Look at me for a moment.”

You did so and tried to slow your heart down that was beating faster for a separate reason.

“Stopped spinning?”

It took you a moment to focus. “Y-Yeah. All stopped now.”

“Good.”

Peter stood up again and you mentally slapped yourself as you checked him out again. He’s just a friend. A FRIEND.

Thankfully, he didn’t notice since he was too busy looking down the street before he gave you his hand.

“Come on. Let’s head back.”

You took his hand as he helped you up before letting it go, too afraid of what your own feelings might feel if you held his hand any longer.

Months later, not much had changed.

You’d still kept your feelings from Peter and dated a couple of people. Peter dated Lucy for a month before breaking it off - though he never told you why.

But one evening, as you were sitting home alone - your roommate out on another date - you got the craving for Pizza and since there was none in the freezer, you grabbed your bag and coat before heading out to the nearest pizza place.

You needed to get out of the house.

Despite there being no change between you and Peter, part of you called out for it. You either needed to tell him how you felt or you needed to move on. And since you weren't going to do the first…ever, that only left you with the second.

And, oddly enough, that night you met Colton.

He was standing in line waiting for his pizza and since the chef got an emergency call from his wife saying she was in labour, he mistakenly made half a pepperoni, half margarita.

Despite the awkwardness, you both decided to share it.

You sat outside together on a park bench, watching the ducks float down the water, simply talking.

“So, what brings you to a pizza place at 9 at night on a Tuesday?”

“Hunger, mostly.”

Before you knew it, he was walking you home, you had exchanged numbers and met him for a date that Saturday. From there, you continued talking and soon enough, months had passed by.

It was late in the afternoon when you were at SI and, whilst talking to some old friends in the hallway since you’d just come from a shared meeting between both companies, Colton turned up.

“Hey, what-” you kissed him quickly. “What are you doing here?”

“You left your notebook at my house,” he passed you the hardback notebook that contained most of your random thoughts and problems that were either to do with work or could be to do with work, one day.

“Oh, thank you.”

“And, since I’m here, I was hoping maybe we could get lunch together?”

You smiled and nodded. “I’d like that.”

Then someone called your name.

Looking behind you, the four people you’d been talking to seemed to split up and gave you a clear view of who had called your name - though you didn’t need to view to know who it was.

“Peter,” you said, slightly shocked.

This was the first time, despite him knowing about Colton, Peter was about to meet him.

“Hey, I was just- who’s this?”

“Oh, I, uh, this-this is Colton.”

Colton stuck out his hand and Peter shook it after a quick moment. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

Whether it was real or not, it was like a massive tension cloud was above the whole situation.

“Uhh…Colton, this is Peter. My-”

“Best friend since middle school.” Peter finished.

“Cool. Well, we were just about to get lunch so I guess we’ll see you later?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Can you- Let me just grab my coat.”

“Course, babe.”

Then Colton kissed you for what felt like the longest time - and oddly, it didn’t feel like the others. It felt…forced.

Either way, when he pulled away you stepped back a little before heading down the hall and towards the cloak room. And in the time it took you between getting your coat and walking back, that cloud of tension only seemed to feel darker and bigger.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah, let’s go babe.”

You nodded, saying goodbye to everyone else but something in the bottom of your stomach felt guilty - especially when you saw the split-second change in emotions on Peter’s face before he went back to how he usually looked at you.

Once you left the building with Colton and had driven away, Natasha smacked the back of Peter’s head.

“Ow, what was that for?”

“I don’t know. For whatever the hell that was, for being jealous, for not telling her sooner.”

“Jealous? I’m not jealous. Why would I be jealous?”

Natasha just laughed. “Oh, you look just like Steve when Grant from level three flirted with me. Oh, you’ve got it bad.”

“Nat-” Peter rolled his eyes and tried to walk away but she just pulled him back.

“You can admit you like her. I mean, we’ve all seen this coming for years.”

“I don’t- you have?”

Natasha shrugged. “What? She’s pretty and you’re both close friends. I’m just surprised it took you this long. I thought you were smarter than those idiots.”

“Those idiots are still standing here.”

“Peter, how long have you liked her?” Laura asked him.

“I,” Peter shook his head.

“Oh, boy.” Laura laughed.

Peter stood there, slightly dumbfounded, as the others walked away.

Despite how much he denied it, and how much he convinced himself he didn’t feel that way towards you, he did. Ever since Junior year of College. At least, that was when he’d been getting that simmering feeling in the pit of his stomach every time you looked at him, or even when you didn’t. And that simmer seemed to boil every time he saw you with somebody else.

But he decided never to tell you.

He figured, since you had never said anything about extra feelings; ones that surpassed a simple friendship bond, then you wouldn’t ever feel the same.

And when you made the comment of Just Friends to Lucy, he knew you definitely would never feel the same. So, he guessed he had to get used to the feeling of…something towards you.

Yet seeing you with Colton - his arm around you, his lips on yours - something seemed to start cracking inside of him.

Either that, or completely being blown to smithereens.

Nat was completely right.

He was jealous.

He has been jealous. Ever since he first saw you get ready for that date you had with Hank, or Hodge or whatever the guy’s name was - he felt that simmer in his stomach and that small voice in the back of his head for a split second let him think he was watching you get ready to go out on a date with him.

It had confused him, at first.

You were his best friend and he was suddenly having these thoughts about dating you and…opening the car door for you (despite already doing that, anyway). But it would have been different.

He would be yours, in more ways than just friendship.

“You really love her, don’t you?”

“Of course I do, she’s my best friend.”

Peter looked towards the door where Clint was leaning against the door frame like a dad getting ready to talk to his son.

Although, despite the comfort Clint provided, Peter faltered for a moment. He had been alone since Colton came and swept you away to lunch - over three hours ago. He’d been tinkering away and letting his mind wander.

“Relax, kid. It’s written all over your face.”

“Clint, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Tough.” Clint pulled out a seat across the lab desk where Peter was standing. “Laura has already told me what happened and most likely, Tasha’ will do the same later tonight. You might as well talk, Kid.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.”

“Admitting you love her, to yourself, is a start.”

“But do I?”

Even as he questioned it outloud, he knew it wasn’t a question. It hadn’t been a question for the longest time.

“Pete, according to Laura, you looked like you were about ready to punch his lights out when he kissed her.”

“Well he was just standing there, trying to force himself down her throat. Even I know she doesn’t like PDA like that. And, he was talking about taking her to some kind of salad bar across town when she usually goes and gets her grilled sub from the cafeteria - or I do. And then take it to her. It’s the only thing she ever likes to eat during the day.”

Clint watched as a light, reminiscent smile came across Peter’s face.

“It’s been the same thing ever since high school. Even if it goes a little cold, it’s still crispy and just as tasty. Plus, the smell doesn’t remind her of the girls' bathroom stalls. There was a leak in the summer before we started. Busted the sewer line that ran under the girls bathroom. The whole corridor would smell but she said it was worse in the bathroom.”

Clint nodded and just let Peter ramble. Though he did get a little worried that the screwdriver he was holding would fly out of his hand at some point.

Peter’s face grimaced. “I bet he listens to, like, just indie bands and says it’s the best thing in the world and that any other style of music is too…modern because it contains too many lyrics that make sense. She hates that, you know. She had a roommate in college that only ever listened to this…clapping music. Literally, just people clapping along to songs. After that, she moved into one of the sorority dorms. He was probably some douche frat guy, too. Couldn’t get a sorority “chick” then so thinks he can get one now. Not that she’s a “chick” by any means.”

“What is she, then?”

Peter took a short moment to think. “Amazing. Wonderful. Beautiful. Way out of his league. Way out of mine, too. But…”

“But you’re in love with her anyway?” Clint asked.

“Of course I am but-”

Peter, once again, faltered.

Had he really just admitted that out loud?

It felt good.

“I am. I am in love with her.”

“Then you should tell her. Pete, coming from me, I’d say don’t wait too long. And from Steve, he waited over seventy years - granted, he found Nat. But still. Don’t let her find someone else, especially when you’re already here.”

“But what if she doesn’t-”

Clint already started laughing. He almost doubled over.

“What? Why are you laughing?”

“Oh, Pete. You really are an oblivious idiot. Kid, that woman has been head over heels for you ever since we first met her. And probably for a long time before that. Trust me, if you tell her, you’ll hear the same thing back.”

Peter stood baffled for a moment before looking at his watch. You should be home by now. You never really liked going out after 6 unless it was for a period run or food.

“I’ve got to go.”

“We’ll be waiting.”

The only thing was…as Peter got to your street, he was stopped in his tracks half-way there.

You stood on the front steps with Colton. You were laughing and leaning into him and he whispered things to you and then you kissed him.

You kissed him.

If he went over there…he could ruin the happiness you had with him. He might not like Colton, but you did. And that was what mattered to him. And, even if Clint was right and you did love him back, what was to say you’d say yes to being with him? And, even if you did, what if you couldn’t be friends? Then you’d lose one another. Forever.

He couldn’t risk that.

So, for the next two months, he watched you flirt and fall for Colton all the while his heart started breaking.

And then, for about three weeks, he didn’t see you.

And it was the longest three weeks of his life.

You had gone on a business trip - and Colton joined you. And, from overhearing Laura and Clint talk, you were going to visit Colton’s family since they lived in the area.

Part of him wondered if you’d come back engaged.

You’d only been with Colton under a year but he saw how you looked at him, and how he looked at you - despite not liking either fact.

But, one late evening as he was working on a couple new designs, he’d gone to the Cafeteria to get some food - he could hear you in his head, cursing him for not having a proper meal in the day.

When he came back, it was the first time he’d actually had a jump scare.

You were in his lab.

You hadn’t even called.

Friday hadn’t even told him you were in the building.

You were still you. Not that he expected much to change.

Your hair half down though the top was thrown into a haphazard messy bun. Your contacts must have dried out in the day since you were wearing your glasses.

You used to wear them all the time in middle school and high school but they got annoying after a while since they’d slip down your face and get dirty - despite having wiped them thirty seconds ago. Since you wanted to be an engineer and your hands were always full, you changed to contacts.

It was much easier to focus on the task at hand than the task and the potential of your glasses slipping from your face and landing either in a tank of oil or being crushed under heavy machinery.

You were wearing a pair of simple jeans that already had oil stains.

So, you’d been at work today.

And you were wearing his t-shirt.

His t-shirt.

Not Colton’s (unless he owned the same one, though he highly doubted it.).

His.

“You’re back!”

“I’m back!” you smiled.

Silence.

Peter was still stunned at the t-shirt.

He’d seen you in his t-shirt, maybe once in college, when the washing machine had broken and you had to hand-wash your clothes in his sink since your sink was broken.

“It’s nice to see you,” you tried to imitate his voice. “It’s nice to see you, too Peter. Yes, I did have a good time on my trip. I’m so glad you’ve come to see me.”

“Sorry,” Peter laughed a little. “It is good to see you.”

Peter came over and hugged you tightly before stepping back awkwardly and, if you didn’t know any better, you would have guessed he wanted distance between you both.

“How was your trip?”

“Good. I, uh, I secured the deal with the manufacturer. Everything goes to mass production next month.”

“It does? That’s amazing.”

“I know.”

Short silence and then, Peter asked a question he needed to despite not wanting to.

“Why are you not with Colton? Shouldn’t you be out celebrating?”

“Maybe.” you agreed. “But, uh, we- actually, I. I, uh, well…I broke up with him.”

Peter tried to calm himself.

“You did?”

“I did.”

“Why?”

“He was a great guy and all and I cared for him and his family were amazing but, uh, he…he just wasn’t…”

You - that was what you wanted to say. He wasn’t Peter.

“He just wasn’t the right fit. He…he wanted too much too soon and, I don’t know, I guess…I wasn’t ready.”

A pang of guilt played in your stomach.

You were ready. You were ready for all what Colton offered you; love, a family, a promise of the future. But you weren't ready to have it with him.

Despite all the shutting down of emotions, you still wanted it to be Peter.

“Oh, well…that’s good, I guess.”

“Yeah. So, I guess…that was it.”

“Oh, okay.”

Neither of you really knew what to do. Peter’s mind was screaming at him to tell you the truth. And your’s was banging on the wide open door in your heart trying to get your attention.

But neither of you moved.

Until Peter did.

“I-I, uh, I left something in the other- lab. I should probably finish-”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, of course. I should probably head back home anyway.”

Peter began to exit the room but half-way out of the door, he stopped though you were too busy trying to keep your focus on the side desk in front of you to spot it.

“I’m done wasting time.”

Peter didn’t fully know what made him do what he did next, but no matter the outcome, he would never regret it in his life. Or, maybe he would, but in the long term, he might not.

Turning back, he hurried towards you and for a moment, you looked back up and he caught your gaze.

If you were going to kill him afterwards, he wanted his death to be worthwhile.

He kissed you.

Cupping your cheeks in his hand, he kissed you - deeply and passionately. Though he didn’t force it.

It was just as he dreamed and better.

Your head was spinning.

All the feelings you had ever felt for Peter all rose to the surface and once your brain registered the kiss was real, you kissed him back just as much.

Your hands that had been gripping the side of the desk to support yourself came to his wrists and then to his chest where you gripped him by the collar, pulling him closer.

His own hands raked through your hair, holding the back of your head to be closer to you and eventually, when you both had to break apart due to the lack of air, his head remained against yours.

Both of you were out of breath and holding one another as close as possible.

“Sorry, I just-”

“Don’t apologise.”

You pushed yourself to stand a little straighter, keeping him close to you before you opened your eyes to look at him.

“Don’t apologise. I was just a little…” you couldn’t find the words.

“Shocked?”

You laughed a little. “Yeah, let’s go with that.”

“I don’t want to scare you,” Peter told you. “But I need to tell you something and if you never want to speak to me again then so be it but if I don’t tell you soon I think I might combust.”

“I’m in love with you.”

You beat him to it.

“Sorry. I just…I am. That probably terrifies you. I’m sorry.”

“No, no. Don’t-” Peter let out a small laugh. “Don’t be sorry. Because I was going to say the same thing.”

“You were?”

Peter nodded and hummed. “I was. But you beat me to it.”

“I did, didn’t I?”

“I’m in love with you, too.” Peter told you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I know I should have but I just thought-”

“I wouldn’t like you back?”

Peter nodded.

“What a pair we make, eh?” you laughed.

“I know you said you didn’t want to move too fast but-”

“Peter, I only said that because…because I wasn’t ready for him.”

“What?”

“I broke it off because he wasn’t you. Colton was great and all but, that thing that didn’t fit? It was because he wasn’t you.”

“Then will you go on a date with me?”

You smiled. “I’d love to.”

“Great. I can’t wait.”

“Neither can I.”

Without a moment to spare, Peter kissed you again and you kissed him back and it was as if your first kiss hadn’t ever stopped. You turned a little as Peter held you closer and you felt yourself leaning against the desk. Before you knew it, you were sitting on the desktop, pulling Peter as close to you as physics would allow it.

The next day, you both went on your first date as a couple. A week later, you were official and Nat made it everyone’s business that yourself and Peter had finally become a couple.

The morning after your first night together had been special. Despite Peter having to get up earlier than either of you wanted him to, for work, you stood in the kitchen ready to wash the dishes from the night before he left through the front door.

Less than ten seconds later, he came back in through the door.

“Did you forget somethin-”

He cut you off with a kiss.

“That,” he smiled. “I forgot that.”

“I’m glad you did.”

“See you at lunch?” Peter asked, still holding you.

“See you at lunch.” you confirmed before he kissed you again, and again, and again.

“Okay, I’ll see you later. Love you.”

“Love you, too. Be careful.”

Six months later, you both moved in together before finalising the house you both wished to buy.

Two years later, you and Peter had made a home for yourselves, together and were planning a winter wedding.

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jyrinestories08 · 5 months

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“The character is overrated” and the only knowledge that they know about the character is the mischaracterization

#sans #sans the skeleton #sans undertale #undertale sans #ut #ut sans #undertale #superman #dc comics #spider-man #Sam raimi’s spider-man #tobey maguire spider-man #tom holland spider-man #Miguel O’Hara #spider-man 2099 #shadow the hedgehog #roronoa zoro

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jahayla-parker · 10 months

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Bewitched Love : Peter Parker x Reader

Part 6

Bewitched Love Series Navigation

Desc. & Warnings: 1.3k wc, see navigation for description and warnings

Recap:

Everything was going fine until Flint Marko freaked out when Peter sent Electro to the undercroft upon him getting dressed. Peter of course tried to calm Flint. But, when it didn’t work, y/n tried to step closer while explaining what was going on. Only, Flint took it as an advance and tried to strike her with a surge of sand.

As a result, Peter immediately shot Flint with the gauntlet from Strange without proper explanation.

Once everything settled, Peter placed his mask into his pocket and let out a sigh. “Thank you".

“Peter, if you thank me one more time, I swear,” y/n warned lightly.

Peter nodded when a laugh. He neared y/n, shyly grabbing her hand. However, his timidity left when she wrapped her arms around him and leaned into his embrace. Peter tucked his head over her shoulder, keeping her close.

Y/n pulled away reluctantly. “We should probably call Ned and MJ”.

Peter smiled tiredly. He promptly turned his cracked phone back on. When he had it unlocked, he called Ned. “Hey. Uh, did those guys come through yet? There should be an electric guy and a sand guy”.

MJ laughed quietly at the description Peter gave. “Yeah. They're.... They're all here and locked up.”

Peter sighed and pulled y/n closer to him as she rested her head on his shoulder. “Perfect. I'm gonna just stay here for a bit, and try to fix some of this damage so they don't blame it on me again”.

“Y/n, are you coming back?” MJ asked.

“Not right now” y/n answered, smiling at Peter when he gave her a confused look. “I’m going to stay to help him,” she explained.

After getting off the phone with their friends, Peter softly moved some flyaways from y/n’s forehead, tucking them under her headpiece to keep them in place. When she looked up at him, he gave her a warm smile. “You know you don’t need to stay, right?”.

“Trying to get rid of me Parker?” Y/n teased. Y/n laughed as Peter of course quickly shook his head.

“No, no, no, no” Peter rushed. “I… it’s just, you’ve done a lot today, and I’m really proud!” He smiled widely as he continued his rambling. “But I know it makes you tired, and, well I just don’t want you feeling like that”.

Y/n grinned. “Did you… did you just say you’re proud of me?”

Peter’s cheeks flushed as he nodded bashfully. “Well,… Yeah,” he laughed timidly. “I know how long you’ve been working on that Praesidium spell…” he explained. “Wait�� I know it. Hold on,” Peter mumbled.

Y/n giggled warmly as she watched Peter try to recall the spell.

“Oh! Praesidium per mea navitas…” Peter began. “Cosmicam potestatem…. Uhhhh…”. He bit his lip as he gazed at y/n bashfully.

Y/n kissed Peter’s cheek, making them redden. “-super eos,” y/n finished for him. “I can’t believe you remembered that,” she cooed, stroking his warm cheeks with her fingertips.

“Well, most of it,” Peter laughed. He gave her a sweet but apologetic grin.

“No,” y/n gasped and shook her head. “Mea parum aranea,” she whispered softly. “I meant that you remembered I’d been working on it”.

Peter blushed. “Of course I remembered”.

Y/n giggled and kissed Peter’s other cheek.

“What was that one for?” Peter asked shyly. His lips were curled in an awkward smile.

“Do I have to have a reason to kiss you?” Y/n teased.

Peter whipped his head back and forth quickly. “No!”.

Giggling, y/n smiled. “It was because you’re so sweet, pretiosus”.

Peter blushed, burying his face in y/n’s shoulder as he hugged her tightly.

“I’m honored you’re proud of me,” y/n admitted. “But, I’m not sure if it would’ve worked on a current technological force” she argued.

Peter leaned back to see y/n’s face. Tilting his head to the side, he asked, “what do you mean y/n/n?”

Y/n sighed and shrugged. “The glowing guy, Max, Electro?” She began. When Peter nodded that he was following along, y/n continued. “He… well… He was emitting this … old energy”. Seeing Peter’s confusion, y/n elaborated. “It obviously wasn’t Stark Tech, but it wasn’t even to the level of our standard power grid. It was older, weaker”.

Peter hummed quietly, deep in thought.

“I think he’s absorbed more of our modern energy now as he seems more mixed, but he hadn’t at the time he shot at you,” y/n concluded.

Peter shrugged. “It doesn’t matter, I’m still proud of you”. He leaned over y/n and placed a hesitant nervous kiss to the top of her head. Even after all they been through he found himself a bumbling fool around Y/n.

“Besides, you also freaking telepathically moved the uniform to you?! Without even seeing it?!” Peter gasped.

Y/n nodded shyly, rubbing her arms bashfully. “I didn’t want to show you that one until I got it down. I may have broken a few custom designed plates”.

Peter chuckled lightly. “Custom plates?”

“Yeah, I can’t figure out how to do it with generic things…yet,” y/n told Peter. “But, if I can picture the exact thing, with all its unique details, it usually works.”

Peter nodded and smiled. “You can try to talk me out of it all you want, I’m still proud. You did amazing and were a huge help. Even if I can’t say the two words you know I want to say.”

Y/n laughed loudly. She promptly covered her mouth.

Peter pulled y/n’s hand down from face. “Don’t hide from me, mihi hyacintho flos,” he whispered.

Y/n and Peter gazed warmly at each other in silence. However, they jumped apart when one of the fallen power lines suddenly sparked loudly. They both bashfully giggled.

“Well,” y/n began, redirecting the topic. “You’re not taking me out of helping. MJ and Ned will handle the situation from their end while I help you”.

“You’re better with this multiverse stuff,” Peter argued lightly. It was true, but it wasn’t the only reason he suggested y/n help their friends. Instead, it was less physical labor than what he had to do tonight. Peter wanted y/n to rest rather than have to help him reinstall the towers.

Y/n shrugged. “They don’t need my level of understanding when they’re all locked up” she argued. “Plus, I’ll help weld the metal pieces together. That way your webs aren’t what’s holding it; so it’s less obvious you were involved," she suggested.

Peter agreed appreciatively. He quickly covered his mouth as he almost thanked y/n. But he smirked underneath his hand when she gave his cheek a kiss in response.

It didn’t take the two very long to fix the mess. Or, it didn’t feel that long since they’d kept each other company. Either way, it was dark when they finished the cleanup and restoration of the area.

As such, Peter led them to the utility shed to sleep. He arranged the uniforms to make a bed/pad the floor. From there, Peter used the hanging workers’ coats to cover y/n as she laid on his chest.

“You know, if you wanted to play a more dangerous version of Pokémon Go, you could’ve just said so,” y/n teased quietly as she snuggled into Peter’s chest.

Peter chuckled loudly, grinning down at y/n’s smirking figure. “Mmmm,” he hummed, “well, hopefully, we’ve only got one left before we can say we caught them all.”

Y/n nodded against him. “Right, that evil green thing that attacked you, right?” she asked quietly.

Peter hummed dejectedly. “But, that’s a problem for tomorrow.” He smiled as y/n nodded and began sinking into his chest. “For now, just sleep,” Peter whispered.

“You too, Parker,” y/n teased.

Peter smiled. “I will”.

“You better, or else I’ll see to it myself,” y/n murmured, curling her legs up slightly.

“You know a sleeping spell?” Peter wondered.

Y/n smirked. “I just meant I’d hit you with that wrench there,” she said, pointing to the bench in the utility shed that had a toolbox on it.

Peter laughed, his torso shaking y/n a bit as he did. He placed a soft kiss to the top of her head, more surely this time. His eyes closed, “still so proud”.

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Spider-Men vs Batmen & AI-merican Horror Story

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Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021) Post-Credits Scene (Colorized)

Been wanting to draw a thing including that cursed MCU Peter photo for a while.

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The fact that they predicted No Way Home

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Kinktober 2022

Prompt: Dry Humping

Pairing: Peter Parker x afab!reader

Summary: Peter doesn’t think he could come from just dry humping, you prove him wrong.

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Authors note: personally i thought of tasm!peter while writing this but any of them can work. this is basically 2am thoughts, not edited.

“i’m sorry, but there’s no fucking way someone could make me come from dry humping me.” peter splutters a laugh.

for the last hour, the two of you had been laughing over your tragedy of a love life.

“i mean, you totally would after a while, but he came after like two minutes of me grinding on him,” you wipes the tears from your eyes. “honestly it’s kinda flattering.” getting up to grab a drink from the fridge, peter narrows his eyes at you.

“i mean, i don’t think i could come from dry humping. like i don’t care how hot the girl is, there’s no way,” he laughs again.

“i don’t know parker,”

“what do you mean you don’t know? grinding with clothes on doesn’t even feel that good,”

“i bet i could make you come,” the room falls silent, and glancing at peter you realise his baffled look. “what? i wasn’t saying i will, i was saying i could.” you nonchalantly resume your position on the sofa, pulling open the tab of your soda

“sorry to bruise your ego, but there’s literally no way. maybe after like an hour, but i doubt you’d make it that long without begging me to fuck you,” it was your turn to be surprised. you’d never felt like this before, or at least not because of peter.

well, of course there was that time he walked out of the shower dripping, towel hung low. oh and there was that time he gave you a hickey, as a dare of course. there’s no way peter fucking parker, your best friend, was turning you on. right?

“so you’re saying, if i got on top of you right now, there’s no way you’d come.” you’re smirk was so strong it almost hurt your cheek.

“that’s exactly what i’m saying”

“then let’s test out your theory”

before he can even blink, you’ve swung a leg over his lap, now straddling him.

“you can tell me if you want me to get off.” you stare at each other, almost daring the other to break.

“i mean, if this is the only way we can see who’s right, we have to do it i guess,” his eyes are glassy and pupils blown out. beneath your cunt a small twitch bellows from beneath his pants.

you hop off his lap, shimmying down your jeans. peters look of bewilderment dialled up even more, if that was even possible.

“it’s not fair with jeans on,” you strip down to a pair of pink panties, lace trimming the edges.

“what? that’s cheating…” peter says barely above a whisper as you reach for the loop of his belt.

now both pants-less, you sit back on his lap, and he hisses as your heat sits on the thin layer between his cock

“it’s not too late to admit that you would come from dry humping” you taunt, pushing down slightly.

“never.”

you start slow, moving rhythmically along his dick, feeling every vein through the thin undergarments

peters eyes close and he throws his head back

“shit. i wasn’t expecting it to feel like this.” a particularly well placed grind makes him thrust up, hitting your clit just right

an almost pornographic moan leaves your chest, making peter moan in turn.

your grinding becomes faster, harder, and in tandem with peters thrusts

“sure you won’t come?” you trail your nails over his chest, asking for permission to take his shirt off.

he pulls it off in one swift movement before answering. “i told you. never.” his brown locks stick to his forehead, a thin layer of sweat sheathing his skin

the now accessible skin of his chest is now free real estate, and the trailing of your nails, gently drifting over his nipples down to his happy trail seems to be torturing him.

it annoys you though that he won’t look at you, opting to throw his head back, eyes closed.

it does however, give you an idea

you practically rip your shirt off, stiff nipples pointing straight up.

“pete, look at me,”

and now he can’t keep his eyes off you.

as if he’s never seen tits before, his eyes boggle as you continue sliding your cunt up and down.

a mixture of his precum and your wetness aids these movements, and peter thinks he could die happily right now.

but he remembers why this is all happening in the first place.

he can’t come

but he needs to come.

the slick, dirty sounds that come from below, the smell, the sensation, it’s all too much for poor pete.

“touch me,” you whisper, attempting to maintain dominance, but it’s getting hard to focus on anything with the coil building up in your stomach

peters shaky hands palm your tits, pinching your nipples and caressing your side.

“i can’t.. s’ too much..” he struggles to speak as your grinding gets deeper, shifting angles slightly.

“what’s too much. spit it out baby,”

“m’ gonna cum,” peters never felt this before. he’s been with girls. he’s fucked girls. and yet nothing has felt this overwhelming, this overstimulating, this good.

“come for me peter. i want you to come on my pussy.”

a warm burst hits your core as you spasm on his dick. your simultaneous orgasms hit like a tonne of bricks. the thick spurts of cum soak your underwear, more than previously thought possible.

you rest your head on peters shoulder, gasping for air.

“told you so,”

“fuck you,”

“next time.”

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Peter: Blood loss? It’s not lost! It’s on the ground over there!

Tony: Kid, please sit down-

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Bewitched Love : Peter Parker x Reader

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Peter rubbed the back of his neck shyly. "Can we uh... talk about uh... why I broke the spell…" he mumbled. "The first time," Peter clarified.

Y/n sighed loudly and shook her head. "Right now, Peter?"

Peter nodded his head rapidly. "Ned and MJ are better at that stuff" he argued weakly as he pointed towards the old computer Strange had pulled out for them to use. "Besides," Peter said, taking y/n's hands, "I need to know".

"Know what?" Y/n questioned, her hands rigid in Peter's grip. "That I'd still be your girlfriend, even if I didn’t know you were Spider-Man or if you weren’t Spider-Man?" she asked, offended.

Peter broke their eye contact as he shifted his gaze to a random wall. "I’m sorry, it’s just…" he sighed. "People have changed how they treat me since finding out".

"Have I?" y/n asked, staring at him curiously.

"Well… no… I mean… I don’t know!" Peter groaned. "You weren’t my girlfriend before!" he defended shyly.

"Peter-" y/n scoffed. "You really think those two things are related?!" she snapped. "Or that they had anything to do with each other?!". Y/n shook her head angrily. "They didn’t! I had feelings for you before I knew you were Spider-Man" she told Peter. "I had feelings for you back when I thought all of those weird things you would do were just irritatingly cute quirks and not something related to being a superhero" y/n huffed. "I can’t believe-"

Peter abruptly cut y/n off by placing his lips on hers. When he pulled back, he smiled shyly at her.

Y/n gave him a small smile but shook her head semi-playfully. "You can’t just keep cutting me off with a kiss and expect me to ignore what we’re talking about," she scolded.

Peter chuckled. "I know, I know". "Sorry, I just... I really, really like you, like a lot," he said, his cheeks flushed. "And… I don’t know, I just got worried that…". Peter shook his head, "I was insecure. I don’t think you’re only with me because I’m Spider-Man, okay?". "I don’t, I promise. He squeezed y/n's hands. "There was just so much going on and so many weird glowing shapes spinning around me and I felt all this pressure, and-" Peter sighed, "I panicked". He gazed into y/n's eyes softly. "But, only because I didn’t want to risk losing you".

Y/n frowned slightly at Peter's implication. "Even if that meant I’d only have been with you because you were Spider-Man?" she asked.

Peter nodded as he scuffled his feet. "Well, sure" he confessed with a laugh. "I mean, that way I could still have a chance at convincing you to like me beyond that," Peter explained nervously.

"But, I already do, mea carum" y/n swore, squeezing Peter's hands as they were still holding hers.

"I know" Peter swore. He quickly wrapped y/n in a hug. "I know, even more so now". Peter leaned into y/n's embrace. "Thank you. I’m sorry I insinuated…" he mumbled, trailing off.

"It’s okay, I forgive you" y/n informed Peter tenderly, leaning back to look at him.

"You do?" Peter questioned, again.

"Yeah" y/n confirmed. She smiled at Peter and rolled her eyes. "I do, but I’m telling you, that charm has to wear off at some point, Parker".

Peter chuckled and blushed deeply. He held onto y/n tightly, only pulling away when he saw their friends enter.

Y/n and Peter separated the preparation tasks, working simultaneously to get them done quicker. Y/n hurriedly set up the equipment that Ned had brought for him and MJ to use. Meanwhile, Peter brought their friends up to speed on everything that had transpired so far.

Y/n set Strange’s useless computer aside and plugged in Ned’s monitors, keyboard, and mouse. As she finished turning the extension cord on, she heard MJ ask if Peter used magic to convince the admissions lady to let them in.

“No, that was after. Let's just focus on the good news, okay?” Peter suggested optimistically.

“No, let's just focus on the bad news. As of now, you have detected zero multiversal trespassers, so get on your phones, scour the internet, and... Scooby-Doo this shit!” Stephen Strange interrupted, suddenly reappearing in the undercroft.

MJ squinted sharply at Strange and huffed. "Are you telling us what to do?" she asked him.

Y/n laughed in agreement. "Are you wanting to revisit the discussion of who’s at fault here?"

Strange squinted towards y/n. But, he saw that she had tauntingly drawn glowing embers from within herself that were now dancing at her fingertips warningly. He smirked at y/n's behavior but shook his head.

"So then, what’s the magic word?" y/n smirked back at Strange.

"Quaeso?" Stephen groaned.

Y/n nodded as Dr. Strange asked 'please' in Latin. "Not just for me," she corrected him. Y/n waved towards the others in the room with a smile on her face.

"Please. Scooby-Doo this shit" Strange conceded before leaving the undercroft with a huff.

“Thank you again,” Peter said gently. He glanced over at y/n. Peter couldn’t help but grin proudly as he watched her analyzing the scene, fully dressed in her trademark superhero costume.

Y/n spun to face Peter, offering him a sweet smile. “We’re in this together,” she promised. “But, ironically I think we need to split up” y/n advised.

Peter’s lips curled downwards as his eyes widened. “Wha-what? Why? I know I messed-“ he panicked.

Y/n giggled softly and shook her head. “No! Not us as a couple” she explained. “I meant to search the woods. There’s a lot to cover,” y/n told him, waving her hand around them.

Peter let out a very audible sigh of relief, a small smile replacing his pout. He rubbed the back of his neck bashfully, pleased the Spider-Man mask covered his heated cheeks. “Oh, right, no. Of course, I knew that”.

Ned’s laughter could be heard through the cell phone taped to Peter’s damaged suit and through y/n’s earpiece.

Y/n shook her head. Pointing at her earpiece she rolled her eyes, making Peter laugh lightly. “I’m going to check the left of the fence, you cover the right” y/n suggested.

Peter nodded, but as y/n went to move further away to search, he stopped her. Peter wrapped his gloved hand around y/n’s wrist tenderly. When she glanced back at him in confusion, Peter offered a timid smile. “Be careful,” he murmured, “please”.

Y/n flipped her wrist in Peter’s grip, sliding her palm up until she could hold his hand in hers. “Et tu, amata mi” she cooed, grinning. She knew Peter knew enough Spanish to be able to piece together the first part given the context. And y/n knew for certain he knew the nickname. Peter’s wide smile was evidence he understood her completely.

“Did you guys see that?” Peter asked MJ and Ned. He was communicating with his friends via the cell phone taped to his chest. It was less than ideal, but given the circumstances, he’d take what he could get.

Peter was currently using his web-shooters to swing through the woods of the wooded sector near a military facility. MJ and Ned found a report of a “strange occurrence” of a “monster flying through the air”. He originally thought it to be Osborn, the name the octopus guy gave the green flying elf thing Peter’d seen on the bridge. However, as he and y/n ventured through the woods, he had began to doubt it.

The details y/n has been sharing with Peter about her observations didn’t match with what he had seen on the bridge. Nor did Peter’s own observations from his half of the woods. Even more concerning to Peter was that his and y/n’s didn’t match each other’s anymore. Ever since they split, they had noticed different phenomena.

Peter was wanting to have y/n return to his side so he knew she was safe. He didn’t like not knowing what was near her. But he also didn’t know which creature was near him and if they were truly two different creatures he wasn’t sure which was worse. While he hoped the one y/n was tracking was less dangerous, Peter knew she’d still be safer if he was there. He’d be safer with her too.

Peter knew why they split up and he didn’t disagree with the decision. But, he couldn’t help the panic in his chest from the unknown circumstances around them tonight. Not to mention, all of this was his fault to begin with.

“No. Uh...” MJ mumbled through the cellphone speaker, pulling Peter from his thoughts.

“It's, it's really dark” Ned explained with a sigh.

“Peter, are you okay?” Y/n questioned via her earpiece.

Peter relaxed a little at the sound of y/n’s voice. “Yeah, this is just… weird”.

After a while of searching, Peter completely froze in his tracks, his suit's eye lenses widening. Behind him, something… sparkly and blue had started to form; seemingly drawing yellowish glowing waves of electricity from the power lines.

“Peter, do you hear that?” Y/n asked hesitantly as the air started to whirr. She ducked in a breath as the whirring sound got louder and louder. Y/n’s eyes widened, her hands lifting upwards defensively. She’d noticed a blue light illuminating the nearly black sky; only it didn’t belong to her.

“Yeah” Peter mumbled, his voice breathy.

Ned’s voice crackled through their speakers. “What's happening?” he asked frantically.

“Peter, what is it? Are you getting the tingle thing? Is the tingle thing happening? Is your tingle tingling?” MJ rambled. “Y/n, what do you hear? Is it from the same thing?” She wondered, her voice slightly higher pitched than normal.

Peter faced the glowing figure, his wrist gauntlet aimed and ready to fire. He was shocked to see it was floating in a mystical haze of what he suspected was plasma. “Y/n, umm…” he muttered.

“Yeah, I know” y/n responded, her tone just as quiet and uncertain.

Peter bit his lip. “Ned, MJ, are you guys seeing this?” He asked, making sure the phone on his suit was facing the glowing creature.

“Yeah” MJ said. Her disbelief was clear in her tone. It hadn’t been very long since she learned about y/n and Peter’s abilities. And this was something else entirely; something they couldn’t quite explain yet.

“Osborn?” Ned pondered, clicking sounds following his question.

Peter sighed with a frown. “No. He was green. This guy's blue” he explained.

“Like y/n blue?” MJ asked.

“No” Peter answered. “This is… he’s different. I think…”. Peter was hoping y/n would jump into the discussion to clarify her thoughts on the matter. But, when she didn’t, Peter stepped closer to the electric being. “Uh... You wouldn't happen to be from another universe, would you?” He asked cluelessly.

When the creature didn’t respond to his questioning, Peter sighed. “Y/n?” He asked through his phone. He tried not to panic upon not hearing a response. “Guys, is she still connected to our call?”

Upon Ned and MJ confirming that y/n’s audio was still synced with the cellphone on Peter’s suit, his panicky state increased. He was pleased there wasn’t a communication glitch, but he was worried as to why she wasn’t answering. Seemingly having the same worry as Peter, MJ began asking y/n various questions to get a response .

Peter tucked his head to his chest to get closer to the speaker. “Y/n?!” He all but shouted, his body tensing. Why wasn’t she able to answer?

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Wait that’s fucking weird lol

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Did the meme hehehe

(Damian buys him pizza afterwards to try and cheer him up lol)

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LET THEM SAY F--!!

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sacharinee · 11 months

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pairing: bestfriend!peter parker x fem!reader

sypnosis: after peter misses his chance to ask you out to the homecoming dance, he has to suffer the consequences of his own actions

wc: 1200+

a/n: hiii!! i have the urge to write again bc im bored and i dont wanna do my summer course work. this prompt is based on this post and loosely based on that one scene in the movie ladybird when she gets picked up by her date. i wrote this super quickly so not the best but i hope u enjoy :)

peter had it first. he had the idea, the flowers, the poster, your favorite chocolate strawberries all ready for you. until brad davis came in and stole everything.

now he has nothing. he’s on your bed munching on the melty strawberries as he watches you get ready for the dance; you’ve asked for his help in choosing which dress you should go for.

“okay how ‘bout this one, pete?” the boy glances up at you, mid-chew with his mouth open.

his eyes snake over the outfit you’ve chosen. you do a swift twirl to show off the pretty soft blue satin dress that falls down to your mid-thigh with an open back. the skirt of your dress rides a bit high revealing a little too much. peter gulps, running his hands down his legs, immediately your sweet honey perfume floods his senses, his brain feels a little fuzzy, and he thinks the room gets smaller while his pants get a tiny bit tighter.

however, your eyes are what he takes in the most. you look eager, nervous about his approval, and hopeful for his admission.

his eyes widen as he gives you a soft nod and a pursed smile, “super pretty.”

you stare back at peter, his hair is flared, and you see chocolate smeared on his bottom lip. his posture looks defeated and you can’t help but wonder what’s wrong with him.

you give him a sour yet confused face, “why is your face like that?”

peter’s eyebrows furrow at your expression, “my face- why is my face like what?”

“like…” you take a moment to think, “like- you look like that chef in that one movie with the rat, he’s got that same awkward funny looking face.”

peter barks out a laugh in disbelief, “alfredo linguini?? from ratatouille?!” “yea! that guy.”

the boy in front of you offers you a pout and rubs his eyes, “thanks.”

“sure thing.” peter glazes over your seamless makeup when you take a seat next to him, “so, you’re really not coming? why not? it’ll be fun, plus all of our friends are going” you whine.

peter kicks himself every day since you got asked out to homecoming by brad. he knows he should have made his proposal to you sooner, but now that he missed his chance, he feels like he’s lost you.

“oh, so brad’s our friend now? and nah, it’s alright. i’m just gonna go patrolling tonight, might get some good action.” his eyebrows suggestively

you muster up a smirk and breathe out a laugh, “right. maybe you’ll find your own ‘cupid of crime’ that’ll show you a good time.”

peter groans at you, “oh my god, margot robbie is so-”

honk!

“oh,” your ears perk up at the sudden interruption, “i guess that’s my date.” you quickly stand up and straighten your dress, taking nervous breaths.

“i’m good right? my dress? face? hair?” your fingers run through your shiny locks, “its- i’m, i’m okay?”

peter has an indiscernible look plastered on his face as he gazes out the window and back at you. he’s shocked you’d settle for this, and even more appalled at you’re excitement to go with a douchebag who can’t even meet you at the front door. he knows you deserve better than this, and he knows he would treat you so much better with much less than your date. his stomach turns upside down and he feels his face get hot, breathing through his nostrils as he struggles to control his disbelief. he slowly stands up and meets your anxious expression peering up at him.

“you aren’t gonna get in a car with a guy who honks, are you?”

it’s almost as if the entire atmosphere shifts. peter studies your appearance. your face shimmered sanguinely regardless, brighter than the glitter that sparkled atop your eyelids.

it was safe to say you were excited to go to the dance, even if your date wasn’t your first choice. you had been waiting endlessly for peter to ask you to homecoming. you were almost depressed at the thought thinking your crush didn’t like you back, but even more upset at the fact that your best friend didn’t even want to take you as his date, romantically or not.

you remembered the feeling of delight swirling through your body as betty gushed about ned asking her to the dance, and mj agreeing to harry’s proposal.

you only wanted the same for yourself. the same thrill and warm feeling of someone wanting to take you as their date. you wanted more than anything for it to be peter, but you figured he simply didn’t think of you like that as empty time and hopeless anticipation went by. so yes, you did settle for brad davis. he’s only ever been sweet to you, with harmless flirting and sultry smiles in the halls. plus you had a hunch about peter’s displeasing stance on the man, and presumed this may have tipped peter over just the right amount.

you simply blink at his desperate eyes and nod, your adamant expression not wavering, “i think, yes, i am.”

you offer him a wistful smile when you brush past him, grabbing your purse on the way.

“y/n, stop.” peter’s finger’s wrap around your small wrist, your charm bracelet dangling against his hand.

“are you serious? what, the shithead can’t walk a few feet and knock on the door like a real man?”

“peter!” you snatch your wrist back and his hands rise.

you feel heat rushing up your neck and settling behind your ears. you had wanted a reaction out of peter when brad asked you out, yes, but the entitlement he has to mention about the manhood of brad angered you.

“i’m just saying,” he steps back from you, licking his dry lips while he chuckles back at you. “a guy who doesn’t have the balls to greet you at your doorstep isn’t worth falling for.”

you scoff at him, he was so sweet and now he’s only taking his anger out on you. “well it’s a good thing that he’s just a friend then. what’s it to you anyways?”

peter disregards your last statement, “a friend?! y/n/n, listen to me. you’re being naive if you think he just wants to be your friend.”

another honk outside pierces your ears, yet you can’t seem to shake your stare on the boy before you. you narrow your eyes at him.

“you sound jealous.”

peter sputters nonsense out and breaks his eyesight away from you, nervously running his hands through his curls.

“jealous? me? pfft. never. i’m not jealous, i’m- i’m being absolutely reasonable.”

you keep your eyes on him as he looks down at the carpet floor. he sighs and drops down at your chair, scratching the wood on your desk. his head shakes and ever so softly murmurs, “seriously, why are you going out with him?”

peter continues to stare at the rotten wood he’s chipping, “brad asked me to be his date, so i’m going whether you like it or not. unless,” peter glances back up at you.

“there’s something you’re not telling me.”

hope bubbles down in your stomach, and you anticipate his confession, waiting to hear the words of his true feelings that you know for certain are deep down inside him.

except, he doesn’t.

the boy only blankly stares at your desk, clenching his jaw, and drowns everything inside, letting you down yet another time. you turn away, disappointed in peter, ready to leave him alone for all the false hope and hurt he has caused you.

“right, well, when your balls finally drop, let me know. i’ll be at the dance with my date.”

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