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I watched all three Spiderman movies yesterday and I can say...I love him! ❤️❤️❤️

I'm sorry this put me through such a whirlwind of emotions-- what???

Like omg Fuck Bailey and fuck Peter too. But I still love him in the end cause his green flags made up for his momentary lapse in judgement lol

ONE THAT I HOPE HE NEVER MAKES AGAIN!!!

Red Light/Green Light

I personally, love a good angst to fluffy story.

Pairing: mcu Peter Parker X Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: fights :( and mentions of sex if you squint.

Word count: 7.5K

You weren’t an anxious girlfriend by any means. 

Peter could do whatever he wanted when he wanted.

If he wanted to go get pizza with MJ you would encourage it. If he wanted to help out Inez in intro to darwinism because she was confused you would tell him to go for it. When he got Bailey's number to help her with some minor debate help you saw no issue with it. 

Until now.

Now you were asking yourself if you sent him into the arms of another girl. 

You hated that you noticed this, you were never like this before but Peter suddenly had a lot to talk about with Bailey. When you went out for dinner he started keeping his phone upside down, when you hung out he kept it near him at all times so when a text came through he could intercept it immediately. 

That was red flag number one. 

It didn’t come to a head until recently. Peter went to the bathroom during movie night and his phone went off once, you continued to look at the screen. His phone went off twice, you looked at his phone face down on the arm of the couch. His phone went off three times, you looked towards the phone and the bathroom door. When it went off for the fourth time you couldn’t help it. You never looked through his stuff before but what could Bailey need that it required four double texts? 

Holding your breath and looking towards the door again you lent over and picked up his phone. You sighed when you realized you were correct and looked at the stacked notifications from Bailey. You tapped on them to open them, you needed to put in his passcode. You typed it in but it vibrated, you did it again but it happened once more. You did it slower, pressing each number on their own. His phone locked, one minute before you could try again. 

He changed his passcode. 

Red flag number two. 

You tried to stay normal but the panic of him talking to a girl while changing his passcode didn’t leave much room for interpretation. When he came out of the bathroom he was wiping his hands on his pajama pants. He sat down and kissed your head, “You okay?” His question came when you pulled away from him, you crossed your arms and stared at the screen. 

“Baby?” He called when you ignored him. 

You hummed. If you spoke to him right now it wouldn’t be pretty. 

“You okay? You look like-” He started to make a joke, you cut him off. It wasn’t the time to be cute and funny. 

“Like my boyfriend has been texting a girl so much it made me insecure and when I tried to look at what was so important she needed to text you four times in a row I realized you changed your phone passcode?” You turned to look at him dead in the eye. 

“Do I look like that, Peter?” 

His eyes went wide, his mouth dropped open and his cheeks flushed with color. 

He looked guilty. 

“I, I, I…” He tried to start. 

“You, You, You.” You spat back. 

You stood and grabbed your water bottle and phone. 

“You need a better excuse. I’ll talk to you later.” 

You walked to the door and picked up your backpack. You had a hand on the door and waited. You waited for something, anything. You waited for Peter to speak, to call your name, to call you dumb for insinuatiting what you were, to beg you to stay, to talk about it. You waited for him to web your hand to the door, something. 

You opened the door and waited. You walked over the threshold and waited. You shut the door and waited. You walked down the stairs slowly, you stopped at the lobby entrance for a moment and waited. 

He never came. 

Red flag number three. 

If you were a cartoon character you would have steam coming from your ears. Your head would be red and swelling, it would pop with the pressure of heat and anger. If you could burn holes through someone right now it would be Peter. 

Because, when you tell your boyfriend someone he’s talking to makes you feel insecure and you even snap at him over it and leave his house you would think he would learn something. Not having her stand at his locker, talking back and forth. You watched with seething anger, he was talking about something insignificant, you could always tell when he was ranting on a topic. 

But Bailey, you never really watched her. And boy are you glad you tapped into that conversation. 

Bailey liked Peter. No. She loved Peter. 

You could see it written all over her face, her eyes were lit up at his movements, she was laughing when he wasn’t saying anything funny. She was curling a stand of hair around her finger, twisting her hips back and forth. But Peter, Peter didn't have a notice in the world she was looking at him like that. 

He was just moving things around from his backpack to his locker, he didn’t look at her once but she bored her eyes into his face like he was the world's greatest human. Peter could be deft at times, he was so smart but so dumb. He could recite the first fifty numbers of Pi but had no clue when a girl was into him. 

You slammed your locker and stomped over to him. 

The power that you felt the moment Peter’s gaze finally looked up and smiled at you walking to him. And the moment Bailey’s face dropped. You lent forward for a kiss and smiled when he pushed his head down to meet you, he pulled back but you pulled him back by the waist of his shirt for one more. 

“Looks like someone made up after the fight.” 

Your power was drained. You felt weightless and defeated. 

You looked at Peter and frowned. He almost wanted to cry, in the time you’ve been together he’s never seen a sadder face. 

“You told her?” Your words were built in betrayal. He wouldn’t talk to you but he talked to her? The reason you felt so shitty to begin with? 

“Yeah,” He looked at Bailey for a second, he licked his lips and thought of his next words carefully. 

“Yeah, I just needed a girl’s perspective.” 

You stepped back from him. 

“A girl's perspective?” 

You looked at Bailey, she had a half smirk but dropped it when Peter looked at her again. 

He nodded his head and gulped. Bailey said this would help but it was backfiring badly. He didn’t choose his words carefully enough. 

“You could’ve asked MJ or literally anyone else.” Your voice was monotone. 

“Well Bailey-” He started. He was defending her. Not you. 

Red flag number four. 

You cut him off and spoke loudly. You wanted the hall to hear this. 

“Bailey wants to fuck you. She’s trying to fuck this up.” You pointed between you and him. 

“And you’re letting her.” 

You stepped back ready to turn away to go to class. You looked at Bailey once more, her head was down and her cheeks were the color of a tomato, her whole body was flushed. You called her out in front of everyone. 

You looked back at Peter and pointed at her ashamed stance. 

“I don’t want to give you an ultimatum. I’m not that kind of girlfriend, but when you choose two girls you lose the one.” 

You shook your head at him in disappointment and turned for math class. 

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Peter was always your partner in lab. Even though you didn’t sit together he made a deal with his seat partner that during lab he would work with you instead. He always looked forward to the block class, he got almost 2 hours with you and especially today he needed the time to talk to you, to try and fix this because god, you were pissed. 

But imagine his surprise when the teacher called for lab and you moved to his table but when his table partner went to stand you pushed his shoulder back down. 

“Thanks Tye, but today I’m going to work with Bailey.” 

You looked at Peter and turned to go back to your work station with Bailey. Her face froze in panic when you returned, you smiled at her. 

“Why aren’t you working with Peter?” She laughed to ease the tension. It didn’t work. 

“Because,” You sat next to her and twirled a strand of her hair around your finger. 

“I don't want to work with Peter today. I want to talk about Peter today. I thought you would love that, both of us chatting about the boy we love.” 

Peter gulped. You knew he could hear you, you knew he wouldn’t be able to focus right now. You knew he was in full blown panic mode. You knew he was a nervous pee-er. 

Bailey looked behind her at Peter but you caught her chin to bring her back to your face. 

“He’s nervous. He doesn’t like that I broke the routine.” You looked at her. 

“When he’s nervous he has to pee. It’s cute, on our first date he had to pee like seven times.” 

“He’s about to ask for a bathroom pass.” 

Peter’s hand raised, “Mrs. McClendon, can I go to the bathroom?” 

You raised an eyebrow at her. “Told you.” 

You watched her take your words in silence. She was scared of you at the moment, it was cute. 

“Now, when he gets back, he is going to look at us. He’s going to wipe his hands on his pants and bite his lower lip. Then he’s going to sit down, he’s gonna tap his pencil on the desk and bounce his leg. Then he’s going to get up and look around and sharpen his pencil at the front of the class so he can get a better look at me to make sure I'm not tormenting you too much.” You smiled at her when you finished. 

Bailey wasn’t sure where you were going with this. 

When the class door opened you paused on writing down a chemistry question, the solution was the mixture you would be working on today. 

“Go ahead. Look at him.” You nodded towards the back of the class. Bailey kept her eyes on her paper, you elbowed her. 

“Really, watch him. I’m asking you too.” 

You watched as Bailey looked at you, then turned her head to your boyfriend. You continued to work, even sliding Bailey’s worksheet to you to finish the second half of the equation. Bailey watched Peter at your command, she watched as he wiped his hands and looked around the room chewing on his bottom lip. He looked around until he looked towards their table, his eyes on you. You bent over the table, you looked between the pages and started to mumble. He heard you mutter something along the lines of ‘if Peter was here how would he do this? Is it x squared? No he would say that not every problem would be solved with x squared.’ 

He moved his eyes to see Bailey looking at him, he hadn't even noticed she was staring at him. 

Peter moved to his seat with his head down. He started to tap the end of his pencil on the desk, then moved from biting his lip to shaking his leg. He looked at you once more, ignoring Bailey’s eyes. He looked at his pencil and pressed the lead to his desk watching it snap. He stood and walked to the front of the class to sharpen it again. He looked towards you and watched you struggle with the question, if you weren't mad at him you would have asked for help 3 times over by now. 

He blew a breath through his mouth, he had to at least check on you. He had to make sure you weren’t berating Bailey too bad. He slowly made his way towards you, if the teacher asked he was taking the long way back to his seat. He paused in front of your seat, he was ignoring Bailey right now. Even he wouldn’t be stupid enough to try and talk to her right now. 

“How’s it going over here?” 

You looked up to Peter and smiled, you wrapped an arm around Bailey’s elbow and tugged her into your side. “Great! You know, I think we have some things in common.” You looked at her and watched her slow blink, you pushed your shoulder to hers, “Right?” She just nodded blankly. 

“That’s great.” Peter responded weakly, he moved to stand over your shoulder. 

“Need any help?” 

You straightened your back and felt him involuntarily move in, it was a habit. He was used to standing guard over you. 

“Yes, actually.” You pulled your arm from Bailey’s, and pointed to the sixth task. 

He hummed and moved forward, his hand moving over your shoulder to grab your pencil. He lent his mouth into the back of your head and placed a soft kiss. You knew it was an ‘I love you’ and grabbed his wrist in a silent ‘I love you too.’ 

“You know you can’t solve everything with x squared right?” You lent your head back into his chest and groaned. 

“I know but last lesson it was the answer to everything and it made me feel smart and now I need your help again.” You placed a kiss on his forearm. “Every time I feel caught up it changes.” 

Peter hummed and wrote the equation down for you, most times he helped you solve it. Sometimes you weren't in the mood for a whole lesson and he would just give you the answer. 

“I know, it’s such a drag to help you. I mean, you have to come over and I help you and then we get to watch movies and I get to kiss up on you. It’s actually terrible.” He kissed your forehead and pulled back. 

“You’re good to start now. You wanna come over tonight? We can do homework, or…” He trailed off and moved to your right ear, his whisper to you only, he didn’t want Bailey to hear, your reaction alone would make her shake. 

“Or, we can do something else. May isn’t home, she won’t be back til tomorrow evening. Whole place for us all night.” He mumbled into your ear and you pulled back with a gasp. You held a hand to your chest, “Peter Parker!” He hummed and smiled, he placed a kiss on the top of your head. 

Before he parted he pulled your head back by your chin, your face pulled backwards to look at him upside down. He had both his hands on the side of your face and smiled with his whole heart, he looked into your eyes and spoke honestly. 

“Hey. I love you.” He winked and went back to his seat. 

You started to pull the liquids to make the chemical reaction. 

“How accurate was I?” 

Bailey looked at you, and spoke softly. 

“Spot on.” 

“Know why I told you that?” She shook her head no. 

You smiled at her with pity, you knew she felt it. She looked down in shame, “Know why I asked you to look at him?” She looked at you again, “No.” 

“Because, You will never know him like I do. And he will never love you like he loves me.” 

Bailey was silent for the rest of lab. 

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Peter thought he had made it right. 

You talked to him in lab. You lent into his touch and he even gave you the answer off the bat. He even totally ignored Bailey and felt like a dick but he did it so you would know there was nothing to worry about. He loved you, he thought you knew that. He didn’t mean to make you so upset, he really didn’t mean to make you cry. 

In fact, if Peter really thought about it he can’t remember a time he’s made you cry like this. He made you cry because he made you feel beneath him. 

Peter thought when you came over tonight all would be solved. There would be no Bailey discussion, he figured he made his point when he ignored her existence in class today but apparently that wasn’t good enough. 

The way tonight went Peter wasn’t even sure he had a girlfriend anymore. 

Honestly he wasn’t too sure when it started. He wondered if you came over with the intention to fight or it just happened, maybe it was intentional because you didn’t even bring your backpack. You were in pajamas and had mascara under your eyes, he wondered if it was from crying or rubbing at your eyes from a long day. 

“Hi.” He greeted you at the door. 

“Hey.” That set him back some, you both always said the same thing. It was always hi, always. Peter felt like he was slipping, were you both on different pages? 

“Hey?” 

“Hello?” You questioned back. 

“Are we just running through formal greetings?” You moved to the kitchen to inspect his fridge. Peter always had the best snacks and drinks, and they were always different. It was the first thing you always checked, looking for the flavor of the week. 

“Hi. It’s always hi.” Peter felt nervous, his eyes shot to his bathroom door. 

You scanned the fridge and found the new soda flavor in front of you. 

“Oo, orange? May is going crazy. If she gets grape next time I won't leave until I finish all of them.” 

“Did you hear me?” He shifted his weight. 

“Huh? Oh, yes sorry. Hi, Peter.” Your voice was muffled when you poked your head back into the fridge. 

Peter frowned. It threw off his balance and it didn’t feel the same when he asked you to say it. He wanted you to do it naturally, not because he wanted it. 

“Babe, do you have any more cherry Coke? I kinda want one of those instead.” 

“Um, Maybe. I can look, I really have to pee though.” He nearly sprinted to the bathroom. 

When he opened the door he saw you standing right by it, he jumped a little and held his hand to his chest. He looked behind you to the kitchen and started to make his way to look for your cherry coke. 

He stopped when you put out an arm to block him from moving. 

“Am I making you nervous?” 

Peter looked around and looked back at you. 

“A little.” 

You raised your eyebrows. 

“Why?” 

“I think you're mad at me.” 

You paused and thought about it. You were a little upset still but not angry. 

“I don’t think I am. I’m a little upset but I don’t want to yell at you.” 

“You’re not mad?” 

You moved in for a hug and squeezed until he grunted. 

“Not mad.” 

“Then why didn’t you say hi?” 

“Hi.” You kissed where your head fell on his chest. You leaned up and kissed up his neck into his jaw, each kiss he was given an ‘Hi’.

“Okay, okay I get it!” He laughed and pushed you away from him. 

You followed him to the kitchen and watched him squat in front of the fridge, his head ducking to try and find a Coke for you, he knows you stashed one. You just forgot where you put it. He rooted around in the vegetable drawer and pulled the last one out. He held it to you and you gasped and held it to your chest. 

“My hero!” 

Peter stood and stretched, “If only every crime was that easy.” 

You yawned at his stretch and watched him copy. 

“I’m putting on my PJ’s. You pick the movie.” You gave him a ‘you sure?’ look. Peter always chose the movies, he said you had the worst taste in movies and you weren’t able to pick them anymore. When you binge TV he loves your choices, but movies were a failed task. 

“I’m positive. Be right back.” He answered your look, it made your heart swell when he did that. He knew you so well that one look could ask him a question. 

You cracked open the can and took a sip, you offered one to Peter. He took the can and took a mouthful that puffed his cheeks out. He wiggled his eyebrows and you giggled, he turned to his room to change. You meant to walk to the couch to choose a movie, and you did. You even sat your soda and phone down but then the thought of Peter changing was so exciting you bailed and went to watch him. 

Except the excitement was blown the second you walked in. Peter wasn’t changing, he was sitting on his bed with his phone pulled to him with the charger in. He was fully clothed still, he went in with the intention of getting on his phone, not putting on pajamas. 

His fingers were moving fast, he was trying to write as quickly as the thoughts came to him. 

You knew who he was talking to. 

Red flag number 5. 

“What is wrong with you?” Your words were venomous. 

Peter’s head shot up and his eyes went wide. 

“You didn’t think I’d catch you? You’re so smart Peter, why are you being so dumb?” 

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed. 

“What does that mean?” 

“Why are you still talking to her? What is it about her?” You pointed at his phone in his hand. He locked it and placed it face down on the nightstand. Your breath caught, he still didn’t want you to see. 

You took a step back, and stared at his phone. 

“Peter, I think we should break up.” 

Peter stood from the bed. 

“What?” 

“I think we should break up.” 

“What?” He couldn’t conceptualize what you were saying. 

“I don’t like how you’re making me feel. I think I need to step back from this.” 

“Step back? No, no no no, you don't need to step back.” His hands started to shake. He didn’t mean for this to happen, he didn’t know how serious you were at school. You told him you’d dump him. 

“Then why are you still texting her?” You shouted the words, tears gathering. You were about to break down. 

“She’s a friend! You treated her like shit today and she wanted to make it right with me.” Peter sighed and felt tired, he didn’t feel like fighting right now. 

“I treated her like shit? She’s the one that is trying to ruin this!” 

“Really? Because you’re the one fighting with me.” 

The tears came down your face, you started to huff. 

“Why are you letting her do this?” 

Peter ran a hand over his face. He could fight guys all night long but fights with his girlfriend were daunting and exhausting. There was always too much emotion involved. 

“I’m just talking to her. As a friend. I’m your boyfriend, you won.” 

“Then why did you change your passcode!” You screamed the words, your breaths were short.

“And why do you hide your phone from me? And why are you lying about talking to her?” You were on the verge of hyperventilating. 

“I’m not! Morgan got my password and texted everyone in my recents I sucked. I changed it then, I swear! I’m not trying to hide it but you said you were insecure!” Peter tried to defend himself but just put his foot in his mouth.

“I'm insecure? You know I'm insecure about her and you’re still talking to her?” You wiped your tears and sniffled. 

“She just went through a bad break up! She said it was hurting debate so she needed help and she just started talking to me.” 

“She wants a rebound not a friend Peter!” You were hurt and frustrated. 

“Oh my God!” He shouted and pulled at his hair. 

“She knows you exist! She knows we're dating!.” He pointed between you two.  

“And she doesn’t care! You know she likes you, I know you do!” Your voice was rising again. 

“I didn’t know it until today, I swear. But she knows we’re dating and that nothing will happen! She told me today!” 

“And you told her about last night?” You shot at him.

“I needed to talk to someone!” He matched your tone. 

“But not your girlfriend? Really? You’re going to talk to the person that made me leave?” You slapped your hands on your thighs and sniffled. You crossed your arms over your chest and looked out his window as you started to cry again. 

Peter sighed and looked at you, you were so upset you were trembling. He had really fucked this up, he was trying to save the relationship not make it worse. He stepped forward to grab you but you stepped back and looked at him. 

“Why her?” You sniffled and wiped away your tears before more were released. 

“I never get jealous. I let you talk to other girls all the time, I let you hang out with them and I don't get mad or question you. But this one, this one makes me upset. Why can’t you get that? It’s just one.” You spoke softly, your lip trembled with the sob that wanted to escape. You wanted nothing more than your boyfriend to hug you and tell you he would stop talking to her, but he didn’t. 

“I didn’t mean for that to happen, Y/N. I just thought she needed a friend. I just think you’re reading too much into it.” He spoke calmly but his words made you feel dumb, like this was a silly argument. 

Red flag number 6.

“I don’t like you right now Peter. I’ve told you how I feel about her twice now and each time you wave it off. It’s not about her anymore, she's just a girl from school. But you're my boyfriend, and you've made me feel belittled and downplayed and lower than you.” You moved towards the door, but kept facing him. 

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way. It wasn’t my intention.” His response was robotic. 

You guffawed at him, his words were hollow. Did he not understand what was happening here? 

“You know what Peter? It feels like you're cheating on me.” Your words sent swords to his heart. 

“I’m not- I would never.” He moved towards you and grabbed your hands in his. 

“I’m not cheating on you. I wouldn’t do that, okay? I love you.” 

You pulled your hand from his and shook your head. The disappointment was written on your face, even he could see it. 

“If you loved me you wouldn’t treat me this way.” Your words were soft, the decision was made. You weren’t going to make your partner choose you. 

“What does that mean?” His voice was panicked. He didn’t mean for this to happen. 

You stayed silent. He knew what this meant. He was fucking this up, you were the love of his life and he’s about to let you walk out the door. He was letting you dump him. 

“Baby, what does that mean?” You turned your face and held your eyes shut as you cried. This was so hard. 

“Baby?” His voice was pleading. You cried harder at the word, it was yours. He gave you that name and you wore it like a badge. 

“Please.” His voice cracked. 

Peter had never cried in an argument, but this wasn’t an argument anymore. This was a breakup. 

“Don’t do this. Please, don’t do this to me. I’m sorry, please don’t. Please.” He begged you. 

You shook your head, you had to stay strong. You had to prove you were worth more. 

“Baby, please. I’ll let you read the texts. I’ll block her number. Please. Anything.” 

You met his eyes, they were red and glistening. His nose was red, you remembered you told him his nose always went red when he cried. You called him your little rudolph. You just felt sad looking at him. 

“Please don’t leave me.” His voice cracked and tears ran down his cheeks. His breaths were short, once the tears started he couldn’t stop. He brought his wrist to his eye and rubbed at it. He turned his back to you, his quick inhales left you wanting to run to him. You wanted to rub your hand down his back and help him breathe, you wanted to hold him and tell him it was okay but it wasn’t. You didn’t feel secure anymore. 

“Peter,” You looked at his front door, you needed to leave. You couldn’t watch him anymore, it was becoming unbearable. 

“Peter, I should go.” You nearly whispered the words, they were so hard to say. 

“Y/N.” He whimpered. You’ve never heard him like this. He was pleading with you, he needed you like water right now. 

“Peter, I have to go now. I’ll see you later, okay?” You stared at his back. You realized you hadn’t kissed him tonight, you didn’t get a last kiss. 

You silently grabbed your phone and left. He didn’t say a word, part of you wanted him to fight harder for you. The other was glad he didn’t, he let you make this as easy as possible and you knew it killed him inside to do it. 

You loved him. You truly loved him with your whole heart. And if you were cruel you would tell him that, but instead you looked at him one last time. He was hunched over as his shoulders shook, he was holding in his cries for you. Your heart fell to the floor and you left it there as you passed over the threshold. 

Peter couldn’t sleep that night. 

He also couldn’t be Spider-Man that night. He couldn’t do anything that required him to get out of bed, he felt trapped the second you left. His mind was hollow, he was entirely empty inside. He kept replaying the fight in his mind, he was never good at fighting with you. He always said the wrong things and made it worse. That’s why he never tried to fight. 

He felt depleted and at a loss. He felt so fucking stupid too. He doesn’t know why he fought you so hard on it. It was one person that made you feel bad, but Peter, the one who wants to do nothing but love and protect you made it worse. He didn’t take your side, and that’s why you dumped him. He doesn’t blame you, he’d dump himself if he could. 

He told himself ‘That’s it!’ If he goes over to Bailey’s and talks to her he can solve everything with you. He just needed to friend dump her and everything goes back to normal. Satisfied with his plan he jumped out of bed and grabbed his wallet and phone barley locking the front door before speeding down the stairs. 

When he got to Bailey’s the plan was simple: Tell her girlfriend dumped you, tell her you can no longer be friends, get girlfriend back. Easy enough. 

But the second the first part came out she let out an “Thank God!” and sighed. 

“What?” Peter was puzzled. 

“Thank God! She was the absolute worst. I don’t know how you lasted that long with her. She is truly insufferable. She’s always talking about you and going on and on about how special she is to be with you. If I’m being honest she never deserved you.” She paused and took a sip from her straw. 

“You didn’t like her?” Peter was lost. Bailey had told him you were friends and she loved how cute you and him were together. 

Bailey laughed at his question. “God no, I was praying for her downfall.” 

“What? Why?” Peter couldn’t believe this. He was so blindsided, you were right. All she wanted was to get him to herself. And he let it happen. 

“She didn’t deserve you. I just said that, silly.” 

Bailey moved closer to Peter and placed a hand on his shoulder. 

“But, if you’re feeling sad and needy I can make a good rebound. I need one myself, this works out perfectly.” She lent in to kiss him but Peter pushed her back. 

“Are you insane? You said you needed a friend. I was good to you, I believed you when you said you wanted nothing more than that. I fought with my girlfriend over you. I got dumped because of you and you want to have sex?” Peter stood and shook his head at her. 

“You’re not a good person. You rubbed off on me, I was a terrible boyfriend tonight. You don’t deserve me at all, and how you could insinuate that is beyond me. You are a shitty human who did a terrible thing.” He spat the words and turned to leave. 

“Oh yeah? Well you’re just as bad. You fell into my trap just as easy, you knew what I wanted. Even your girlfriend called me out and you still kept talking to me. You must not have loved her that much.” She shrugged her shoulders, this was nothing to her. 

Peter’s blood boiled with her words. You had told him those words just a few hours before and now Bailey was rubbing that in his face. Peter clenched his fists but couldn’t keep calm, he was so pissed at this girl that ruined his relationship he couldn’t keep a level head. He turned to walk to where she had stayed. Peter bent at the waist so his face was in hers directly, he wanted her to know the words he was about to share came from his heart. 

“You are vile. You are scum. You are a terrible shitty human with no remorse or moral standpoints. You prayed on pity and turned it into a fun game. You mean nothing to me, if you were on fire I wouldn’t even spit on you. I think you are the worst person I have ever met and I’ve met a lot of them.” His words were ice cold, he has never spoken such cruel things. 

“Wow. That hurts.” She blinked at him. 

“You know what Bailey? I hope you find love, I really do. And I hope it’s really good. The kind of once in a lifetime kind of love. The love where you know the other person like the back of your hand, there is nothing that they can hide from you, and you can’t hide it from them. I want you to have a love that gives you a reason to wake up in the morning, someone that makes you breathe better just by seeing them. A love where you can’t imagine one possible moment without them because no matter what it is they just make it so much better. I hope that for you, I really do.” Peter spoke sincerely and went to leave. 

“Do you really?” Her voice was soft. She always wanted a love like that, she dreamed of it. 

“Of course.” He had his hand on her doorknob and turned his head over his shoulder. 

“Then I hope you fuck it all up and lose it all.” He opened the door and slammed it behind him. 

Peter was banging on your window. 

You tried to ignore the taps at first, but then they were knocks. Then they were thumps of his palm against the window. You rolled your eyes, there was a reason it was shut and locked. You wanted to keep him out. 

His restlessness was unsettled, his bangs became faster until you huffed and threw the covers off you and ripping the curtains open. You stared at Peter on the other side of the glass, and waited. You weren’t going to say a word until he did. 

Peter looked at you wide eyed with an open mouth. He didn’t expect you to actually come to the window, he assumed he would have to break in. 

“What?” You barked the words at him. You didn’t want to break the silence first but he was taking too long. Peter cupped his hand around his ear and made a confused face. “What?” You repeated. He narrowed his eyes and shrugged his shoulders and pointed to his ears. 

“I know you can hear me Peter!” 

He stared blankly at you. 

You groaned and unlocked the window and threw it up. 

“Hi!” He smiled at you. 

“Hi.” 

His heart clenched. You still did it. Involuntary or not it counted. 

“What do you want?” You were quick to the point. 

“Oi! What happened to exes being friends?” 

You frowned at him. It’s too soon for him to be making these jokes, it hasn’t even been twelve hours. 

“Not funny yet?” He read your mind. 

“No.” 

“That’s okay. I’m still into my ex.” He shrugged and watched you roll your eyes. He didn’t miss the hint of a smile on your lips, he still has you. 

“Why are you here?” 

“I went to Bailey’s house.” He started but you were finished at that sentence. 

You stared at him and pushed the window down, he caught it at the bottom and pushed it up. You huffed and pushed it down, he kept his hand in place the window not budging against his grasp. You stood on your tiptoes and put all your weight into pushing it down but it stayed complacent. 

“This isn’t one you’ll win baby.” His tone was cocky, he liked seeing you flustered. 

“You can’t call me that I’m not your girlfriend.” You sat down at the window so you were equal height with Peter on the other side. You grabbed at this hand and tried to uncurl his fingers on the wood. 

“Oh you like rubbing that in.” He watched as you tried to get him to release his grip but you were failing. 

“Peter let go!” You reached your arm out to pull at his wrist. 

“No. I love you.” 

You pulled away and tucked your knees to your chest. You put your head down and started to cry, your shoulders shaking with each sob. Peter pulled the window open and let himself in, he sat down with you and wrapped his body around yours. You cried harder at his warmth, you turned around to press yourself into his neck. 

“Why’d you let me do that?” Your words were muffled in his shirt. 

“Because you had to.” He kissed your forehead and rested his head on yours. 

Green flag number 1.

“Can I continue?” You nodded your head against his. 

“I went to Bailey’s house. See, I had this great idea that if I told her what happened she would be empathetic and set it straight and then we would never talk again and me and you would get back together and the worst five hours of my life would be over. But something worse happened.” 

You sniffled and pushed him back with your hands on his chest. You looked over his face and neck, if he was here to tell you he hooked up with her you would lose it. 

“What happened Peter?” 

He sighed and looked down. “You were right.” 

“Huh?” 

“I know right? Here I go with my loud mouth saying you don’t understand, but it was me babe. I didn’t understand. You were right, you were so right.” 

“About what?” 

Peter leaned back on his arms, “She wanted to bone me babe. Like right out the gate, I went over there heart in my hands. No light or soul left in me, just grasping at straws. I tell her you just dumped me with a capital D, no remorse, just a straight kill shot.” He smiled when he made you laugh, you wiped at your nose with a sleeve of his hoodie. 

“And she goes, and I quote, “Thank, God.” and I obviously, in pure shock. Just double knifed right now, punches from every side. I say, “what?” because there is no way I heard that right and she says it again. Then she said she hated you, which she said you were friends all along, and that you didn’t deserve me. Then said I needed a rebound and so did she and this was actually a good thing if I think about it. Then she tried to actually bone me.” Peter concluded his rant. 

“What did you do?” You looked at him and hoped he did the right thing. 

“I barked at her.” 

You laughed and leaned forward to hit his arm, “No you didn’t.” 

“No I didn’t. I said some really, really mean things. Like, I defended your honor so hard she’s gonna form a crush on you instead.” He smiled at you, he wanted to ask if everything was okay now. 

Green flag number 2. 

“How mean?” You pushed him, you’ve never seen Peter mean. He must have wished her coffee was always too sweet or too bitter, never just right. That's the most vicious you could imagine Peter getting. 

He let out a puff of air. 

“Uh, something about being vile and being a shitty human and hoping she has the once in a lifetime kind of love you always dream of and she fucks it all up. Or something like that, I dunno it’s kinda blur.” He shrugged his shoulders and looked towards you. 

Green flag number 3.

You pulled your head back in impressment. 

“Wow. I’m lucky you spared my feelings when I totally crushed you after I slammed dumped you.” 

“Good one, babe.” He stuck his hand out for a fist bump. 

“You were totally heartless there. I mean I was crying like a baby and you stone cold just left. Now I know who the bad cop is gonna be when we have kids.” He poked fun and you turned your head at him. 

“We’re not getting back together, Peter.” 

Your words were ice. Peter felt frozen, he was sinking on the titanic. He figured it was okay now, you were talking like you were okay. Peter had a deer in headlights look and cleared his throat. 

“Um, yeah. Of course, I really fucked that one up. I just wanted you to have closure.” He gave you a tight lipped smile and went to stand so he could make his exit. 

You reached for his wrist and pulled him to keep him sitting. 

“No hard feelings?” You reached your hand out for a handshake. He started at your hand and shook it, he nodded at your words. “No hard feelings.” 

Green flag number 4. 

You let out a breath of fresh air. 

“Oh good. Don’t get me wrong, you’re totally hot and smart and totally my type. I mean you make me laugh even when I’m supposed to be mad at you and you always know how to fix our problems but I mean, I’m still hung up on my ex. It wouldn’t be fair to jump into a new relationship right now.” 

Peter nodded with your words. 

“I understand. I’m still not over my ex, she reminds me a lot like you. Beautiful, witty and just a dream stomper. I still love her actually.” He sighed and reminisced. 

“I still love mine too.” You looked at him and felt like giving him the best kiss of your life. 

“You know if we're both hurting from our ex’s we could just be each other's rebound. It works out perfect.” 

You leaned over and met him in a kiss. He made a surprised sound not expecting your move but grabbed your waist and pulled you into him. He opened his mouth into yours and deepened the kiss, he thought he wasn’t going to be able to do this for a while. Not ever again though, he always knew he would win you back. You moved to straddle his waist, with your arms locked behind his head you pulled back from him and pecked his mouth. 

“I’m sorry I broke up with you.” You whispered into his mouth.

“It’s okay. I deserved it.” He matched your tone. 

Green flag number 5. 

“It was the worst five hours of my life. Let's never do that again.” 

Peter lent in to kiss you again, and again. 

“Deal.” 

“No really, it was traumatic.” 

Peter was kissing down your neck, he hummed and you pulled away with a shout. 

“Was it? I think I was more traumatized. The love of my life broke up with me like it was nothing. I was a mess.” 

“No, actually I had it worse. I mean you were begging me not to do it, I was the heartless monster that had to keep going and actually do it.” 

“I think you gave me trust issues.” He moved some hair behind your ear and you raised your eyebrows at him. 

“Oh I gave you trust issues?” Making sure to enunciate on the you. 

“Mhm. I see the error of my words.” 

You pressed your forehead against his and stilled. It was okay. Everything was okay. 

“Hey, Petey?” 

“Yes, baby?” 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

Green flag number 6.

I Think He Knows

Summary: You wrote a letter to Peter. He read it. He knows.

Trope: Friends to Lovers. 

Pairing is Peter Parker x Stark!reader 

Word count: 4000

“You always call at the worst fucking times.”

 You hissed into your phone as the loud ring cut through the silent lab you were sneaking through. 

Your dad didn’t need to catch you in here and Peter definitely didn’t need to catch you in here.

‘Oh hey peter! I'm great, yeah! oh why do i have my hands in your backpack going through your shit? good question!’ You thought, the image of the conversation sent a mental shudder down your spine 

Yeah, you really didn’t need to be caught in here. 

“Did you get it yet?” MJ lowered her voice on the other side of the phone too, she was just as invested in this as you. 

“No, I had to wait until they left. I never saw peter leave so I said fuck it and was just gonna ask if I could use his notes and take it then but he’s not in here.” 

Except the little sleaze was in the room. 

You just couldn’t see him. 

He had you in full sight perched on the ceiling of the lab, he was doing some new tests trying his new technology upside down as your father had requested. 

His head, covered by the mask, was tilted to the side watching you carefully. His eyes squinted on his mask.

“I don’t know why you talked me into this. this was the dumbest thing you’ve ever suggested.” 

You berated MJ on the line, your eyebrows furrowed, you kept looking over your shoulder waiting for your dad or Peter to pop in and catch you in the act. 

Your stomach felt a little queasy and your head felt heavy, it felt like you shouldn’t be in here and you shouldn’t be digging through Peter’s items. 

But instead of leaving and having an adult conversation with the brown haired boy you continued the hunt for the backpack he usually threw over his shoulder. 

“I mean, what did we think? Peter would find it and everything would change?” 

“Yes. that is exactly what we thought.” MJ immediately voiced her opinion, always quick to be on the opposite side of your doubt.  

Peter had his eyes on you, he had to tune his focus on trying to hear both sides of the conversation.  He’s not typically an eavesdropper but you are talking about him, and he can’t help but be a little curious as to what you left for him and why you have to hide it. 

“No?! Of course not! It's peter!” you responded.

“I think you should leave it.” 

“I am NOT leaving it. I left it there today, he didn’t see it or at least tell me about it.” you panicked

“I just think you didn’t give it enough time, did you even have notes in math? He probably didn’t even open it.” MJ always was a voice of reason, she was being the most supportive she could but she just didn’t get it. 

“Well maybe I don't want him to see it.” you snapped 

‘See what?!’ Peter thought to himself. 

It had to be something good right? 

Finally reaching his backpack you stuck your phone between your ear and shoulder and unzipped it fast. 

Hands speeding through the loose papers and books stacked, you pulled out his blue composition book, his math notebook. 

Flipping it open you opened to the page you were desperate to find and sighed out in relief.

“Yes! It’s still here.” you cheered on the phone, the panic attack you were on the verge of having all day immediately vanished. 

“I still think you should leave it.” the voice on the other line sang out. 

You looked at the torn out sheet in your hand, the edge closest to the binding was ripped unevenly. 

 “Oops. Too late.” 

Then just as quick you came in you hung up and left, and Peter found himself lowering from the ceiling and running to his notebook.

True to what he saw you did rip a page out, it was a few pages behind his most recent notes, he would’ve found it in class or at home had they taken notes that day. 

Peter held the notebook in the light and saw the pen marks left as an indent where you put pressure on the previous page, but couldn’t make out any words. 

Now he was really confused. you had written something for him but then decided to take it back. 

it had to be something awful. you had been avoiding him lately. 

Everytime Peter found himself in a room with you at the tower you found a reason to leave immediately. 

At school you were fine, but when at home alone with no other friends you couldn’t talk to him. 

Peter is starting to think it’s him. He even asked your dad about it but was told to brush it off because, “women.”

If you hated him this much he really needs to know why. 

And what the fuck you said. 

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‘Crisis averted’ you cheered on yourself patting an imaginary hand on your shoulder. 

Coasting into the kitchen riding on an adrenaline high, the folded paper hidden in your sweatpants pocket now felt weightless versus the heavy, crushing weight it left on your chest all day.

Your shoulders slumped, a frown broaching your face. 

“Maybe I should've left it”. You thought, and being a total masochist and wanting to hear it you pulled out your phone and texted MJ

“I should've left it.” 

“Survivors guilt huh” was the immediate response 

You rolled your eyes, in the middle of writing a response her face lights up on your screen a tone blaring from the speaker causing you to jump in panic. 

“Why do we think we should’ve left it” 

You were silent for a moment.

“I had a chance and blew it, now I feel like I can't complain.” 

And at this very moment Peter had tracked you down to the kitchen and was right about to bust the swinging door down in a moment of total confidence and demand an answer when he again overheard you on the phone talking about him. 

“How the fuck will I know how he feels if I never give him a chance you know?” You’re pacing the ground moving your hands across a decorative towel hanging from the oven. 

“Why am i so fucking scared of him all i sudden?” You laugh and move your hand to your face, rubbing your brow bone tears come to your eyes. 

You’re not sad, you’re frustrated. 

Scared? Peter couldn’t stop his mind from replaying every single interaction with you from the past few months. every greeting, every hug, every laugh, every goodbye, every time you walked in the room and saw him and your heart rate would jump and then run from him, every time you avoided him, every time you ignored him.

He remembers the first time it happened.

He remembers when he caught you just standing outside of the training gym. You don’t even train and you didn’t have anything with you but you were just.. there. 

He remembers walking up to you confused and curious as to why you were peeking around the windows and you giving him a deer in headlights look. 

He remembers you darting your eyes away in any direction looking for anything that you could use as a believable reason as to why you would be in this part of the tower. 

He remembers you ran away from him.

What did I do to her? 

“Y/N it’s okay. You’re always gonna have another chance. He practically lives there for god sakes!” MJ tried to give you a pep talk but after listening to your breathing and sniffling for a moment she frowned on her side of the screen. 

“Y/N are you crying?” 

“The kid has me crying over him!” you exclaim, knowing the reason was dumb and a little dramatic...and a little funny. 

“He’s gonna kill me MJ.” you sigh. 

“He’s really going to be the death of me.” You barely whispered it. 

kill her? kill her? like, kill her?! 

After feeding into your existential consciousness you thanked MJ for cheering you up and decided to lay down for a nap because dreading your life choices is exhausting. 

And then you walked into Peter. Literally. 

You came out the door and walked right into the man, he grabbed you to steady you.

“Oh! Careful Y/N!” You grabbed his arms, settling back on your feet. 

You looked into his face for a second.

 His big round eyes, his small curls hanging over his forehead, pink washed over his cheeks and nose, a smile curved at his mouth showing off his grin. 

“this man could ruin me and i’d let him” you think. 

“I don't really know what love is but I'm pretty sure I feel it when I look at you.” You say again to yourself, it’s so easy on the inside.  

“I've got it bad.” you finish it off. 

The thoughts flashed in your mind but all you let out was, “Oops! thanks Peter.” A polite smile and now…

 “CURVE HIM!” You bark. 

Right as you passed him he turned around and spoke up 

“Hey Y/N, what was the note about?” and you swore at that moment your entire body shut down. 

You froze. How did he know? Did he read it and just ignore you? 

You couldn’t turn around to look at him. 

“What note?” It was a fast reply. Not guilty looking at all. 

“The note you took back from my math notebook.” 

You took a deep breath, and swallowed all the spit in your mouth, spinning on your feet. You keep your eyes at the ground, not daring to glance at his face. 

“Did you read it?” You almost whisper. you weren’t ready to handle the rejection, you couldn’t face him and have him pity you. 

“No. I saw you come in, I was on the ceiling doing some tests and heard you on the phone and then you took a paper out.” His voice felt soft. 

If a voice could give you a hug he just did. 

You finally looked at him, and despite what your brain told you it was just Peter. 

Hands in his pockets, a furrowed brow and a small frown. 

He looked you in the eyes and stepped a foot closer. 

“What was the note about y/n?” he asked again, softer. He wanted you to think you were safe. anything was okay. 

You looked at the ground again, you blink back tears and clear your throat. You brush some hair behind your ear and be brave. 

“Would you like to read it?” You whisper. 

His eyebrows raise, “can i?” 

You pull it from your pocket, hands slightly shaking, and give it to him. He goes to unfold the page when you stop him. 

“Don’t!” his eyes shoot to yours. 

“Not here! Not... in front of me.” You explain. 

“You have to promise me you won’t read it until you get home.” You keep your voice steady.

“Okay.” He responds.

“No. Promise me.” It was the strongest your voice was in the whole interaction. 

He nods, and places the paper into his own pocket and taps it. 

“Okay, I promise.” 

You turn and walk away. 

“There's no going back,” your thoughts chant.

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When Peter sees you in the morning it looks like you have a glow he's never really seen before. 

You’re currently talking with a friend pulling books out of your locker laughing and enthusiastically nodding your head.

His path is set to end at you, eager to tell you his thoughts from your note he read last night after he got home because he kept his promise. 

He spent his entire train ride home sitting in his normal spot but shaking his leg and a hand in his pocket fiddling with the corner piece, feeling the paper ware and getting softer under his finger as he flicked it with his pointer finger. 

“Y/N.”

He almost breathed it out. Like the sight of you had him breathless, your hand paused in your backpack totally still in his presence. 

You hadn’t seen him coming. 

Your friend left you, spinning to face Peter who wore a grin bigger than you’ve ever seen before you suddenly remember that he has most definitely now read the note and you refused to speak about it. 

You smiled wide back at him. “Hi Peter, bye Peter!” you swerved around him and didn’t look back to see his entire face shift downward. 

You weren’t ready for the conversation, you saw the amusement on his face. His smile said “oh you poor sweet silly girl” and “why would i ever want you back?” 

Yeah, you could avoid Peter for the rest of your life. 

And you did well all day at school, he did try a few times to give you his pity but you swerved at him each time. 

After you blew him off at your locker you were sitting three rows behind him in chem class and looked up and saw him staring at you, in disgust no doubt, he gave a small wave and you ducked your head back to the worksheet in front of you. 

You managed to escape him after the bell rang for your dismissal and you breathed a little lighter knowing you had the next 3 classes Peter free. 

Until lunch, now you have already come up with a method for getting through lunch with Peter. 

Basically it was to ignore the entire thing and pretended it never happened. 

You never told MJ you actually have him the letter so you didn’t have to worry about her making some suggestive comment to make everything worse. 

You felt Peter's eyes on you the whole lunch. 

First he sat next to you, like butted mjs hip from the chair and stole it from her. Then he spoke with his cherry sweet voice, almost like a sigh “Hey Y/N.” 

You looked at the table and stabbed the cornbread on your lunch tray with a fork.

“Hey Peter.” You mumbled 

“Did you guys see that employee from the Daily Bugle was actually an insider for the Washington Post and came out with this article spilling tea about how uncredible they really are?!” Ned exclaimed in one breath, his hand already had the article pulled up on his phone. 

You smiled for the first time today. 

“Ned! You are a great lunch guest. Please tell me everything and don’t spare any detail. Even if it takes the whole lunch period!” You scooted closer to the table and looked at Peter through the corner of your eye. 

Peter frowned for the first time that day. 

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He got you in math though. 

You sat next to him in math so it was hard to believe it wasn’t going to come up. 

You could tell he kept peeking at you but you kept your head as straight as possible on the board not trying to encourage him to break your heart. 

If he can’t speak to you then you can’t deal with the consequences. 

But he has you wrapped around his finger and now he knows.

He knows your heart speeds up when he’s around because you like him. 

He knows how bad you want to kiss him. 

He knows you tap your fingers around him to stop yourself from touching him. 

He knows you only exercise with him so you can look at him. 

He knows that you want to tell him everything. 

He knows your thoughts are always revolving around peter 

He knows you want him to be your boyfriend that you can have and hold and be close with and have all of him. 

He knows because you told him. 

You wrote the letter. You gave him the letter. 

And you are fucking terrified of what he thinks. 

He notices your breathing space, like you can’t quite catch your breath. He knows instantly you're reeling. 

He puts his hand on top of yours on the desk. 

“You okay?” He whispers, looking for anything truly distressing. 

You look at his hand on yours. your whole hand gets a burning sensation, it feels like your entire arm was sunburned and was being smacked with a rubber band. It traveled up to your cheeks, your whole body burning with Peter’s slightest touch.

“Y/N?” He tightens his hold. 

You look at his face for the first time. He knows you're blushing at his touch. He smiles and you know he thinks a joke. 

You pull your hand from under him and nod your head, “i’m okay,” and when your eyes are back on the board you said “thanks” so low only his super hearing could pick up on it. 

He pulls your elbow and grips it hard enough to make sure all your attention is on him. Though you refuse to meet his eyes as he speaks.

“I really want to talk to you, Y/N.”

He wasn’t going to let you out of his grasp until you gave him an answer.

“Not here. At the tower.” 

You knew you lost, you have to accept that Peter has all the upper hand.

He rubbed your elbow with his thumb. 

“I'll see you tonight.” 

He didn’t touch you the rest of the class. 

You wish he did. 

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Peter didn’t come until later, he had some spider-man duties and aunt May duties. 

You were trying to waste time knowing he would be showing up at any time. You had to manage to do homework, take a shower, eat a snack and now lay on your bed switching between the same 3 apps. 

You were in the middle of reading a heated debate between strangers on a random topic when the double knock hit your door and a mass of brown curls popped through your door. 

He was wearing your favorite shirt. 

His flannel, you said in your letter how much you loved it on him. 

How you can’t imagine not being able to have your hands all over him in it. 

And he comes in, ready to break your heart in the flannel you love most on him. 

He had to have done it on purpose. 

Peter Parker is cruel. 

“Hey Y/N” his smile was full of teeth, a bigger grin than you’ve ever seen. 

“Hi Peter.” 

You set your phone down, but not closing out of the app knowing this wouldn’t take long. 

“I've never had anyone write a handwritten letter to me.” He looked nervous. He was playing with his fingers. 

You wanted to reach over and hold them. 

“I'm happy my first handwritten letter was a love letter.” he chucked a little. 

Your heart twisted. 

He was laughing at you. 

“Peter, stop.” You looked at him and moved to the edge of the bed, your feet overhanging. 

His eyebrows turned down and his grin dropped a little.

“I already know everything you’re going to say so you can just get it over with.” You went straight to the point and crossed your arms over your chest. 

He took a seat on your desk chair and rolled it closer to you. 

“Okay, tell me what i’m going to say” he copied your pose. His biceps showed more with the sudden fabric tension.

You turned your head at him in confusion. 

He continued, “if you know what i’m going to say tell me so i can see if you're right or not.”

When you didn’t speak after a moment he spoke again.

 “Go on, tell me.” 

You looked around your room inspecting it like you haven’t always lived in it. You make eye contact every once in a while.

“You’re flattered. You didn’t know I have a huge fat crush on you but know it kinda makes a lot of sense. You think i’m a great friend but you could never see yourself with me, you think it’s cute i wrote you a letter and this is something we can laugh about in 10 years.” You purged all your insecurities on him in one go. 

He took it all in and nodded his head slowly just so you knew he was listening, he took a moment to think of his answer tapping his chin for a moment. 

He raised from his chair. 

“You’re right.” 

You deflated in one second. 

“I am flattered, I am surprised, you are a great friend, i think it’s adorable you wrote me a handwritten love letter all about me.” 

He came and squatted in front of you eye level with your hanging head.

Warm hands running up and down your thighs.

“But-“ 

Your head raised to look at him.

“I can definitely see a future with you. I can totally see you bribing me kisses for math answers. I can see myself giving in because I could never turn down a kiss from you. I can totally see us holding hands at every possible moment because they just fit so nicely and yours keep mine warm.” He moved his hand up to yours and intertwined them. 

“I can see me as your boyfriend.” 

He rocked your intertwined hand back and forth, his thumb rubbing across the back of yours. 

“I would love to see myself as your boyfriend.” 

He lowered his head to your arm and kissed it. 

When he came back up he could see that you had started crying a little, he pulled back and pulled your face up, thumbs quick to kill any water lines. 

“What's wrong baby?” His voice came out as a whisper. 

Soft.

 Always so soft for you. 

You mimicked the smile he gave you when he first walked in. 

A small laugh bubbled from your chest. 

“You like me!” you whined

He laughed just the same, his left hand holding the side of your face, his right taking hold on your thigh. 

“I like you!” he copied your tone. 

You leaned your face into his touch.

 Both of you looking at each other for a moment of complete understanding.

 You were both on the same page and it felt so so good. 

“Can I kiss my boyfriend now?” You asked, looking between him and his mouth. 

He lent up and pressed a soft kiss to your mouth. It felt like he was a little scared he wasn’t too sure how it would be kissing your friend to girlfriend. 

Holy shit you’re his girlfriend. 

He pulled back and you let out a whine. You started to pull him up the side of your bed by the collar of that damned flannel. 

“Boyfriend?” He followed you up the bed now laying half on top of you being held up by his arms. 

You nodded your head and gave him an mmhmm and pulled him down by the back of the head to give him a bruising kiss that poured all your want into his mouth. 

He opened his mouth and you both fell into a deeper kiss when he pulled away with a pop. 

“I'm really really glad this is happening but does this feel a little weird going from friends yesterday to making out today?” He questioned as you pressed kisses to every place you could reach.

Up his neck, below his ear, across his jawline. 

“Not really,” you kissed his mouth again.

“I've been thinking of you as my boyfriend for a while” you kissed around his face again.

Peter Parker Sunset Portrait, created for 2020 Fandom Giftbox

Thinking about how dramatically different Spider-Man will be post spell. Like,,, is he going i try to keep up the quips and jokes and smiles? Is he going to try to be who he used to be?

He’s not who he used to be.

He’s not. and i have a feeling he won’t let himself grieve.

He’s going to prop up the corpse of the Lighthearted Friendly Spider-Man he was, and make it dance. and he’s going to be so, so angry at himself for not being who he once was.

MCU Peter Parker x reader

A text conversation between you and Peter

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Spiderling

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Hj

Hjloh

Bsbt

You

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Pete, are you drunk?

Spiderling

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Np

Ni

No

You

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Istg what have I told you about swing-texting

Spiderling

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Dnont do ut

Un my drfwnse I mossed yiw

You

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That is not a defensive argument, my dear.

Spiderling

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I’m outside your door:))))

You

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Oh my god Peter you sound like such a creep

Spiderling

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:D

I love you tooooooo

You

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-_-

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Baha I had some fun writing this. Can you tell I have a thing for spidermen? Totally not related but my bf looks just like Andrew Garfield💅

Peter Parker 🤝 Percy Jackson