They’ve Finally Come True (Peter Parker x Reader)
A/N: This is my first time doing a request, writing a Peter Parker x reader fic, also writing a fic based on a song. I guess there’s really a first time for everything.
I’m sorry if it’s not as fluffy as you wanted it to be, but I tried my best. I saw this song as some kind of a sad one.
Also, the sweet anon actually sent the request to my personal blog, but I decided to post it here instead. Hope that’s okay.
City of stars
Are you shining just for me?
City of stars
There's so much that I can't see
You’ve always wondered what the city skyline would look like at night. You’ve seen it in movies, sure. But you’ve always wanted to be in the peaceful moment at night and just marvel at the beauty of the blinking lights. You just never found a right time to do it. Moreover, the right person to do it with.
Who knows?
I felt it from the first embrace I shared with you
She’s cute. Well, cute was an understatement. She was always beautiful, from every angle without her even trying. I’ve always wondered how soft her hair is. Or how her delicate hands would fit in mine. Or how happy I would be if I were the one to make her smile. I’ve always dreamed of the moment where I would talk to her. I just haven’t got the guts to talk to her.
And now she’s walking straight at me. What should I do? Should I say hi? She doesn’t even notice that I’m here. Every thing feels as if its in slow motion. Wait is this real? Am I dreaming? She’s so close to me. Personal space almost invaded. Almost. Until-
she bumped into me. Or I bumped into her.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry. Uh.. are you alright? I mean you look cute as always but are you okay? Wait what?” I stammered as I helped her up. Then she laughs. Well, giggles.
“I’m okay, I’m alright. Sorry, I wasn’t-”
“No, no, it was totally fine. I, uh, it was okay. It’s cool, really,” I sheepishly smile at her.
“Well, okay then. I’m gonna head to class,” she smiles back at me. I forgot how to breathe.
“Uh, yeah! Okay. What’s your next class?” It’s algebra, you idiot. You memorized her schedule.
“It’s algebra, unfortunately.”
“Okay. See you later, Y/N.”
“See you, Peter.” Wait. She knows me. She knows my name.
That now our dreams
They've finally come true
City of stars
Just one thing everybody wants
There in the bars
And through the smokescreen of the crowded restaurants
It was a week since our little bump in the hallway. I’ve been talking to her more often lately, sometimes at lunch or just when we meet in between classes. She’s actually much wittier than I thought or heard. Not that I don’t like that about her. I just thought she’d be more graceful, you know. Anyway.
“I, uh, was thinking whether you have anything to do this Friday night?” I scratch the back of my neck. I tend to do that when I’m nervous.
She tilts her head and smiles at me, “Are you asking me on a date?”
“Well, if you say yes, that is.”
“Uh.. I honestly haven’t thought about it,” I say as I lower my eyes to the ground. This is not going well, Parker.
“Seven is fine by me,” she finally says.
“Wait, really? I’ll be at your house at 7.” My voice sounds way more excited than I thought.
“Have you been stalking me, Parker?” She asks as she slowly walks away to her class.
“No! I mean yes. Wait, no. Uh, sort of?”
“I’m joking, Parker. See ya on Friday.” I love how she pronounced my last name.
It's love
Yes, all we're looking for is love from someone else
Months have passed since your first date with the mysterious Peter Parker. Texts have been exchanged and Skype calls became more frequent. He always preferred Skype over Face-Time, by the way. Slowly but surely, you noticed that you were developing something more for your newfound best friend. You were falling for him and his little quirks.
A rush
A glance
A touch
A dance
“But how do I ask her? I can’t just come up to her and go ‘Hey you wanna be my date for prom?’ now can I?” I ask Ned.
“Sure you can,” he answers nonchalantly.
“Yeah, of course I can. But what if-”
“Hey Peter,” her voice is so familiar and calming.
“And that’s my cue to leave,” Ned whispers in my ear. “Hey Y/N.”
“Hey Ned. Where are you going?”
“Got some group project going. See you in class, Pete.”
“Y/N, do you think, do you want to be my date to prom?” I ask in a speed of light. I just hope that she heard me correctly.
“Are you seriously asking me right now?” She asks with a glint of mischievousness in her eyes.
I managed to squeak out a little yes which came out almost like a question.
“Jeez, Parker, I thought you’d never ask.”
“Really? Great! Have you thought about what you’ll wear? I was thinking maybe we could wear red you know, or maybe blue. What do you think?”
“Whoa, calm down, dude. I only knew that I’ll have a date to prom like a minute ago,” she giggles at my rambling. Stupid me.
“Sorry. I’m just excited, you know. Going to prom with you and dancing the night away and having fun. Wait, we’ll dance, right?”
“Isn’t that the whole point of going to prom?” She loves to answer questions with another question. Which is another thing that I love about her. “Of course we’ll dance. You better be a great dancer, Parker.”
“See ya,” she smiles at me before boarding her bus to go home.
A look in somebody's eyes
To light up the skies
To open the world and send it reeling
A voice that says, I'll be here
And you'll be alright
“Peter,” she whispers softly. We’re laying on her bed, hands barely touching, tired from doing homework. The papers are still all over the bed.
“If one day we drift apart-”
“We won’t drift apart, Y/N,” I interrupt her.
“If, Peter. It’s just me imagining things.”
“Okay. If we drift apart, can I still count on you when things get rough?” She turns to face me now. God, she’s so beautiful.
“Of course you can,” I turn to face her as well. “You know I’ll always be here.”
“Will you pick your phone up at 2 in the morning when I call?”
“I’m being serious, too,” I smile softly at her.
“I know. I love you, too, Parker,” she whispers as she closes her eyes, drifting off to sleep.
I don't care if I know
Just where I will go
'Cause all that I need is this crazy feeling
A rat-tat-tat on my heart
“So basically what you’re saying is you’re Spider-man?! Like the Spider-man?! The one who shoots web from his arms and swings across New York?!” She’s half-yelling at me on the phone. And I don’t blame her for that.
“YES, Y/N, I AM. SORRY FOR TELLING YOU LIKE THIS. IT’S JUST NOT HOW I IMAGINED IT!” I yelled back at her because I’m not sure she can hear me through all the sirens blaring behind me.
“Were you even planning on telling me?”
“YES, OF COURSE I DO! I JUST DON’T KNOW WHEN!”
“Quit yelling, Parker, I can hear you just fine.”
“SORRY, Y/N. DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY? I’M GONNA NEED TO HANG UP IN A FEW.”
“Just don’t get yourself killed. Love you.” And she hung up the phone. I didn’t expect her to be so relaxed. What in the world was I scared about?
“When are you taking me on another date, Parker?” She asks with a straight face while scrolling through her Instagram feed that I thought she was joking but turns out she wasn’t.
She turns to face me with a deadpan gaze, “Another date. You. Me. Special.”
“Oh, uh, when do you want it?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Probably on Valentine’s Day.” She deliberately emphasized on the last two words.
“Well, since you’re Spider-man, why don’t you use your web-shooting stuff to take me there?” She raises an eyebrow and smiles at me. And I am officially gaping at her beauty.
City of stars
Are you shining just for me?
“And we are here,” I whisper in her ear as we landed on top of a hill. I remove her blindfold because I wanted it to be a surprise.
“Know that you wanted to come here? Well, you always made the skyline your lock screen wallpaper. And you asked me to use my web-shooting abilities to take you somewhere and the two just clicked and here we are,” I smile at her.
Her eyes were transfixed on the blinking lights emitted from the city. The buildings seemed so small from this distance. I have never seen her happier than in this moment. And she is beyond beautiful under the moonlight.
“Yes, but you’re prettier.” She nudges me in my stomach and blushes. I love it when her cheeks turn pink.
“Thank you, Peter,” she says as she squeezes my hand.
“Anything for my girl,” I smile at her as I bring her knuckles to my lips.
City of stars
You never shined so brightly
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