Hooked on You
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader Summary: The roof was always a safe spot for you and Peter to get away from everything, and even after years, nothing's changed. Word Count: 1064 Warnings: Pining, a little angsty maybe Masterlist
For the ‘city that never sleeps,’ it was awfully quiet at this time of night, at least in this corner of Queens. You could still hear the whirring of car engines, construction equipment banging up against each other, and the distant sirens of emergency vehicles from the roof of your building, but it was a stark contrast to the sounds that filled your ears during the day. This is why the sudden sound of a voice made you jump.
“Oh, hey,” the voice came from someone climbing up the fire escape, even if your eyes couldn’t identify the person in the dark, you knew the voice anywhere. Peter had lived on the same floor as you and your family for years. You both were quite young when his aunt and your mother became close friends so you spent most of your time together, becoming best friends in no time. But unfortunately, you had drifted apart in the middle of high school because the girls you were also friends with teased you for being friends with a boy. And you wanting desperately to fit in stopped hanging out with him in public eventually outside of school as well. After you stopped being friends with those girls, you regretted breaking off the friendship with Peter but were too embarrassed to reconnect after all that time passed. You both were now graduated from high school, Peter was dating the valedictorian, going to college for photojournalism and bioengineering, and seemed happier than ever (all according to his Aunt May), and you were still living at home, scraping by in community college, and saving up tips from your shitty waitressing job to move out.
“Peter, hi, I didn’t know you were home from school,” you breathed out with a smile and pulled your knees into your chest, you hadn’t seen him in a while let alone talked to him.
“Yeah, I was feeling pretty cramped in the dorms, needed to come up for air,” He described sitting next to you and hanging his long legs over the edge of the building.
“How is it there?” you asked after giving an understanding nod at his sentiment.
“‘S good, but kinda stressful, the classes are fun, Harry’s hard to live with at times, been too a few parties,” he paused as if debating to continue, “Gwen and I broke up,” he admits in a low voice that you wouldn’t be able to hear if you were any farther away or if it were during the noisy daytime.
“What happened?” you couldn’t help but be nosey after your chats with Aunt May about how well Peter was doing. And there was something about sitting together on the roof that made the both of you want to open up. You had spent many late nights up here together before you drifted apart talking about crushes or grades, or even deeper topics like the future or Peter’s parents.
“Our schedules didn’t really work together, we’re both too busy, or at least she was,” he explained, laying back on the brick, looking up at the night sky, “How are you?” he wonders, tilting his head up looking at your back as your still looking out over the city from the edge of the roof. You turned to face him at the question, crossing your legs in front of you.
“Same old,” you shrug, “been helping mom out at the diner, doing some online classes,” you explain, suddenly feeling embarrassed for not being at a four-year school like he is, but he doesn’t think anything of it, and goes on to ask about your parents and what kind of classes you are taking and describing his own. After all those years, you forgot how easy it was to talk to him and all the fond memories you shared with him.
“Is that my sweater?” he suddenly asks, sitting himself up on his elbows. You look down to your chest and yeah, you wore a brown striped knit sweater that was handed down to Peter from his father. He said he never liked the style and gave the oversized sweaters to you after you told him you liked them.
“Uh yeah,” you confirmed, pulling at the hem where some stands came loose from the nervous habit, “it’s one of my favorites”
“It looks good on you,” he confesses lowly, then continues, “I’m glad I gave those to you, better they get used than collecting dust in a box in my closet.” He goes on like his compliment didn’t cause a swarm of butterflies to erupt in your stomach and your cheeks to basically light on fire.
“Y-yeah,” you stutter out, “they- uh they always remind me of- of you.” you continue after taking a breath that does nothing to calm your nerves.
“I think about you a lot,” he says and turns his eye line back to the sky, and you’re glad he doesn’t see your wide eyes at the admission
“Really?” you breathe out quietly, not trusting your voice not to break.
“Mhm,” he nods, “I always had a huge crush on you, even after we stopped being friends” He looks back over to you after he hears you let out a shaky breath. “I thought I’d get over it once I started dating Gwen, but a little part of me was always hooked on you.” He sits up and scoots even closer to you.
“I always liked you too,” you confess, “I never thought I had a chance since we were ‘just friends’ and I never knew how to tell you,” you continued and stared into your lap, messing with the loose yarn on your sweater again.
“And now?” he asks and places and hand on your thigh.
“I still don’t know how to tell you,” meeting his eyes again you see them flick down to your mouth.
“You don’t have to,” you can feel his warm breath on your face and can't help to look down at his pink, parted lips as well, “Can I-?” he starts but you cut him by meeting your lip together and running a hand through the hair at the nape of his neck. The kiss is better than you’d ever imagined, you can feel all the pent-up feelings and years of pining lift off your back as your lips move in sync and his hands meet your cheeks.
