Friday Night Rehearsals (P.P x Reader)
Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
Warnings: a bit of angst if you squint, all around fluff.
A/N: hi guys, this is my first Self Insert fic on here, please don’t judge too harshly! Just a random idea that came to me :’) thank you all for reading!
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Friday evening, 7pm. Also known as, Peter Parker’s favourite time of the week. (Besides from Spider-Man patrol, of course.) Every week, Peter would make sure the hour every Friday night would be free for him to stay at home and spend time being a regular teen. Well, that and he knew his next door neighbour would be rehearsing.
(Y/N) (Y/L/N) is Peter Parker’s neighbour, and has been for 3 years. She attends Midtown High along with Peter.
Sure, Peter and (Y/N) were neighbours, but they weren’t the best of friends. Occasionally they would be each other’s partners in class and go and study at each other’s apartments, but that’s as far as their friendship got.
(Y/N) is known around Midtown High as the Theatre Girl. She is always seen around the halls with either a script in her hand, her headphones in, or her hands tapping along her thighs to a beat of a number she was reciting. Peter couldn’t help but smile along as she would hum and tap her feet during class, or speak under her breath in an accent specific to a role she was assigned, which Peter always picked up with his super hearing, which lead him to listening in on her rehearsals at home.
Little did (Y/N) know, that Peter absolutely adored her and her personality. Knowing it wouldn’t be reciprocated from her, (or so he thought,) Peter decided it would be best to not pursue her. At least not yet. She never knew of Peter’s little secret of listening in on her rehearsing in her bedroom every Friday, and he was planning to keep it that way.
Some Friday’s, he would hear (Y/N) recite her scenes as she paced around her room. Other times, she would turn on her keyboard and sing. God, did Peter love hearing her sing. Every song she sang, she sang with passion and it felt so.. real. The emotions on her voice always made Peter’s stomach turn into a mess of butterflies and warmth. He always hoped he’d hear her sing.
Peter sighed and flopped onto his bed, ready to listen in to (Y/N)’s rehearsing that night. With a smile, his ears perked up to the sound of (Y/N)’s door quietly creaking open and closing. Anxiously, he almost held his breath before he heard the oh-so-familiar small ‘click’ of her keyboard turn on. His face broke into an ear-splitting grin as he heard her fingers trail along the keys absentmindedly, vocal warm-ups flowing through his ears.
Peter froze. Was this weird? Sitting here and basically eavesdropping on (Y/N)? As soon as he heard her voice filling his ears, his thoughts slipped away. This was his time to enjoy his neighbour be herself.
“I’m jealous of the rain,” (Y/N) begun as her fingers danced over the keys. “That falls upon your skin.. it’s closer than my hands have been, oh, I’m jealous of the rain.”
Peter tensed up as her shallow breaths and wavers in her voice echoed in his ears. This.. sounded different. This wasn’t a show tune. This wasn’t a happy go lucky song like (Y/N) usually sings to herself. This one sounded sorrowful and broken.
“I’m jealous of the wind that ripples through your clothes, it’s closer than your shadow.. oh, I’m jealous of the wind.” She shivered, a few tears slipping down her cheeks.
(Y/N) never really did show her negative emotions around others. She was always a lovely ball of sunshine to the world, and she wanted to keep that reputation going. Peter was always the only one to hear her true emotions.
“Cause I wished you, the best of, all this world could give.. and I told you, when you left me, there’s nothing to forgive,”
Peter slowly began to rise from his bed and started slipping his shoes on, his palms growing sweaty as he wiped the unnoticed tears falling down his cheeks from hearing her voice.
“But is always thought you’d come back and tell me, that all you found was, heartbreak and misery..” (Y/N) muttered now, her voice growing weaker with every word.
“It’s hard for me to say, I’m jealous of the way, you’re happy without-”
(Y/N)’s singing was interrupted with the sound of a swift but quiet knock on her bedroom window, leading out to the fire escape. She tensed, looking around her nervously, reaching for the nearest thing she could use as a weapon which happened to be a guitar. Wiping her eyes, (Y/N) grabbed her curtains, carefully pulling them back, guitar firmly in her either hand.
“Peter?” She breathed, her grip loosening on her guitar as she moved to open the window, standing to the side to let him in. “You do know I have a front door.. right?” She joked, cocking her hip as she watched him sheepishly stand by her window sill.
“I-I.. yeah, of course..” Peter stuttered, running his fingers through his messy curls. “Sorry, I-“
“No, it’s fine,” she assured him, a soft smile on her face as she placed her guitar back by her desk, trying to hide her red puffy eyes from her neighbour. “What’s up?”
“I-I… um, I heard you singing just now,” he admitted, his gaze focused on the floor.
“Oh, crap..” she muttered, her hands holding her elbows. “You did? Sorry, I’ll tone it down-”
“No!” Peter butted in, causing (Y/N) to jump from his sudden raise in voice. “I mean, no.. I didn’t come here to tell you to be quiet, I loved it!” He laughed shyly. “It’s lovely, I really enjoy hearing you sing and I just felt like I had to come here and tell you.” He rambled, finally raising his head to give her a small, tight-lipped smile.
“Wow.. really?” She smiled nervously now, kicking at the ground slightly with her foot. “Thank you, Peter, I really appreciate that. At least someone enjoys it,” she laughed to herself, causing Peter to chuckle as he swayed on the balls of his feet.
“Um..” He began, “is it okay if I. I dunno, stay for a while? Help you rehearse?” Peter began to fiddle with his fingers, watching her figure shift from side to side, a small giggle falling from her lips.
“Yeah, I’d really like that, Peter.” She smiled as he let out a soft breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“Okay, cool.” He grinned, walking to sit by her computer desk, next to the keyboard, (Y/N) following close behind.
“So.. how long have you been eavesdropping on me, huh, Parker?”
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