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[parkerpeter24]

best friends or more 🕸series masterlist🕸

Pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

Warnings ➳ angst, fluff, occasional swearing.

Summary ➳ The feeling is mutual. Peter and (y/n) love each other, but both are oblivious to their own feelings. What happens when Peter gets a sudden infatuation with the most beautiful girl at Midtown High, Liz Allen?

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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[parkerpeter24]

best friends or more (prologue)

Pairing: peter parker x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst in later chapters.

Words: 1106 (it gets longer)

So, here I am, back with my first ever series. But this time I hope I could actually complete it. Anyway, here's the unfinished series if you want to read them but before you do, just know that this one would be slightly different...

Series Masterlist

You met Peter Parker when you were in kindergarten, and since the day you met him, you adored the awkward kid, the nerd and the silly boy that he was, all in all, you adored every side of his. Sure your first meeting with him had not been perfect but you were determined to make him your friend since he was sitting all alone, staring out the window at particularly nothing, and you were too stubborn to not befriend him.

He was shy at first, but he sure opened up to you gradually and you tried so hard to make him comfortable around everyone.

You tried to introduce him to your friends and surely, he just needed a little push and there he was socialising with your friends, who were now your mutuals. But as the time passed, your friendship got even stronger and with all the movie nights, matching Halloween dresses, Christmas cookies and food fights, you eventually became inseparable, with all the sharing and caring, there were no secrets between you two and you both promised the other that in the future too, you would never keep any secrets in between the two of you.

Pinky promises were a usual thing, thanks to you. Since you were a kid, pinky promises meant a lot to you, and so Peter made them his favorite thing, just for you. You’d never forget the days of your childhood, that was sure, especially because a special someone named Peter Parker was in it.

Peter thought you were the best thing that happened to him and he didn’t know what he’d do if he didn’t have you by his side. He wouldn’t have made any new friends and he definitely would've dreaded the school years of his life. But you were a part of his life, the best one as it happens.

You guided him throughout the kindergarten, the middle school and before he knew, both of you were sophomores in high school. Now he’d much rather live no life if it was without you.

For you, it was easy to be with Peter, it was like being with yourself. Sure you had other friends, who would call you ‘popular’, just like them, but you much rather preferred Peter’s company. You needed no reason to hang out with him, you loved him and it was reason enough.

A small part your head wanted to admit that you were actually in love with him, but you never let it take over your whole oblivious brain. You talked yourself out of the way your body reacted to his sweet gestures, like the way your heart fluttered when he sent you a good morning text everyday even though he knew he would see you just a few hours later, or how you felt dizzy when he sat too close while study dates sessions, or how your cheeks warmed up when he placed goodbye kisses there, or how you felt on fire when he stood too close to you on the tightly packed subway, or the way he ran his fingers through your hair during long movie marathons where no one cared about the movie.

It wasn’t at all weird for you two, while others may say that the two of you were obnoxiously close, only the two of you knew what you have been through together.

And somewhere along the line, Peter had started fell in love with you, he saw you not only as his best friend, but so.ething more than that, and there were times when he had to resist the urge to kiss your soft lips while you rambled about Star Wars, when you walked beside him at nights and when he dropped you home after a long swing through the New York city at night. But he was way to oblivious to see all of this and even if he knew himself, he would’ve locked those feelings in a large suitcase and dunked them in the lake, or maybe he would’ve made a stupid, romantic plan to confess his love to you under the moonlight, or on a beach, or god knows what romantic place.

You were sitting on his bed, arms crossed over your chest and lips turned into a pout as you stared into your Chemistry book, Peter chuckled seeing your face and instantly recognising as your, ‘I don’t know what to do now’ face.

He got up from his desk and walked to you, bending down a little to see what was actually bothering you, but as he did so, he didn’t notice the change in your expressions.

There it was, that same feeling that took over you everytime he was this close. You could smell his shampoo, his soft curls ticklimg your cheekbone as he examined the problem in front of his eyes, totally oblivious to the situation. You took a whiff of his, now, way too familiar scent and tried to grasp the moment as long as it lasted.

He hummed, turning his head to look you in the eyes, and that’s when he noticed how close the two of you were. With a single motion, he could’ve captured your lips and kissed you like he wanted to since a very long time, but instead he backed away from you, standing straight as red covered his face. You were disappointed that he pulled away, you wanted him to kiss you, or at least stay like that for… maybe forever.

“Sorry for that.” He apologised as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

You were quick to dismiss the thought of kissing him senseless right then and there as you waved a hand in the air, “That’s completely fine.” You said simply, wishing that he didn’t see the small blush on your cheeks, “So, what’s the answer to this problem?” You asked with a huff, he could hear frustration in your voice.

“Don’t worry, that is really easy.” He said, moving to sit at the edge of the bed, beside you, and pulling a notebook and pen as he jotted down an equation and solved it, “See.” He showed it to you after he was done.

“Yeah, for you it is.” You stated, faking offence. He laughed at your comment.

“Come on (y/n), our Chemistry is good.” He said, not realizing what he just said as he moved on to noting down the next question. But your breath hitched in your throat and your heart skipped a beat at what he said.

Only if the both of your oblivious selves knew you both were supposed to be more than just best friends.

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[parkerpeter24]

best friends or more (part-1)

Pairing: peter parker x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst (a bit), oblivious people injuries, few drops of blood, a cliffhanger? maybe...

Word count: 2283

“despite their blatant attraction to each other they try to stay just friends”

Italics — flashback

Okay, here's the first part, thank you guys so much for your support, I love you all so much! Also, don't get used to the fluff... jk!! No, seriously don't.

Series Masterlist | Prologue

There was a soft knock on the window.

It seemed that you were too busy staring down at what was in front of you. Peter could see your back from where he was standing, holding his mask in his hand because it was already late in the night and he made sure that no one followed him. He smiled, adoring your distracted figure as you shifted in your chair and got up. Peter knocked again, a little louder this time, grabbing your attention. You gave him a big grin before dashing up to the window and lifting it up for him to enter.

He was fast to sneak inside your small, dark room already standing in the centre, about two feet from your desk. He tossed the mask on your dressing table, “You’re actually early today, it’s only ten.” You said, turning around and just launching yourself into his arms.

“Ouch.” He winced, making you pull away from him as soon as you lunged into him.

“What is it?” You asked, every fibre of your voice laced concern. You finally took a good look at his face under the dim lights from your lamp and the soft moonlight that poured in through your window. What can we say, you love darkness.

“Think I broke a rib or two.” He mumbled like it was usual, which it was by now, but your eyebrows still furrowed in concern.

“And you have a busted lip.” You informed. He nodded muttering a ‘yea, that too’ under his breath. You shook your head, “Just how big of an idiot are you roughly?” You sassed.

“Big enough to save a city.” He chuckled, regretting it shortly after when his lip hurt. You made him sit at the edge of your bed as you fished for your basic medical kit —which you made a few notches up basic, just in case, because you were too paranoid not to— that was kept under the bed.

You placed it over the bed and scattered all the things that you needed beside him on the bed. You wiped off the drops of blood with a wet cotton ball, “You should be more careful.” You said, stipulating him to hold it there with his hand.

“But I was being careful.” He whined, like a child, “There was this robbery at the bank and I was being careful but they had alien weapons and it caused a large blast near Mr. Delmar’s.” He rambled.

“Peter you know what I mean.” You averred. He sighed and nodded his head, “Promise me that you’ll be careful next time.” You stuck out your pinky finger. He chuckled, enveloping it with his own.

“I will be more careful.” He promised, “And I’m sorry.” You smiled down at him, placing both of your hands on his cheeks gently, checking for any more cuts or bruises on his face.

Peter’s eyes roamed over your jawline upto your cheeks, he could smell honey and berries on you and it made him dazed, obscure, just lost in you. He could feel warmth radiating off of where your hands touched his cheeks and his heart raced a thousand miles per second as you leaned in to observe his face. He sat silently, letting you do whatever you were doing, the thumps of his heart being the only sound ringing in his ears.

“Don’t be sorry, just be careful.” You scolded frivolously, retracting your hands and moving towards the door which led to the hall. You heard him chuckle awkwardly, “I’ll be back with ice.” You whisper yelled before running to the freezer and pulling out the ice tray.

You returned back with two to three ice cubes in a bowl and an ice pack to see Peter already laying on the bed.

He sat up as soon as he saw you, wincing as he did. You rushed to him, replacing the cotton with an ice cube and giving him an ibuprofen from the medical kit.

This was the least injured he had gotten in the past six months, and you could recall all the nights you’ve spent looking up the internet for different ways to attend to bruises and injuries, but you weren’t complaining, not even one bit. All things being equal, you were happy that he trusted you, that you were his go to when he needed help.

“(Y/n)…” He called out, grabbing your attention. You looked up with a questionable look on your face, “I lost my bag today in the alleyway.” He muttered.

“That’s five.” You stated. He passed you a tight lipped smile and you shook your head at him, “So much for being careful.”

“Sorry –”

“Stop apologising.” You giggled. He smiled, meeting your eyes, you looked into his brown ones. For a moment there was nothing in the world, no one besides the both of you. You found yourself leaning in gently, too gently, scared of his reaction. But you pulled away as fast when you realised that he hadn’t moved a fraction. Just freezed in his place with wide eyes. A silence took over the room.

Peter’s cheeks were burning red as he got up from the bed, nodding towards you, thankful for the lowly lit room.

“I should go, May would be so mad if I don’t show up to the burned dinner.” He joked, making you laugh along as he moved back towards the window.

Soon he was swinging away and you were left with the thoughts of what would’ve happened if you had kissed Peter.

You looked back to your small desk where books and notebooks were scattered in a careless manner.

You didn’t complete your homework.

“Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day.” You huffed.

———

You were waiting as usual by the locker, continuously checking and refreshing the inbox for any new messages from Peter. You felt someone tap your shoulder. You immediately smiled when you turned around and engulfed your best friend in a bear hug.

“Hey (y/n)!” He waved with a cheeky smile.

“Hey Ned!” You beamed, “Have you seen Peter by any chance?”

“No.” He shrugged, “I was going to ask you the same thing. He didn’t even call yesterday after he left the museum abruptly.”

“That’s so unlike Peter.” You stated as your eyebrows knitted in concern more than confusion. Just as you were about to call him, the bell rang and you had to reach the home room.

Your school had taken a trip to the museum to teach your class about various species of spiders and how their DNA could be combined to make new species. Peter was so excited that morning, he even brought a camera with him, taking pictures of the group once in a while, and taking a goofy picture with your group —which included Peter, you and Ned— and some of just the two of you, which he would frame later.

But now he was nowhere to be seen and you were getting really worried. Your day was not as bright as it would’ve generally had, with Peter. Physics proved to distract you a bit and History was fine, but the subject you dreaded most was Chemistry, you couldn't survive it without Peter.

When the school finally ended, you wanted to rush out of the school halls as fast as you could, but you had to wait for Betty and Liz. You would just tell them that you had to take a rain check from the plans and you were good to go.

Peter never missed school except when it was something really, really important. You waited anxiously as you shot him another text. Briskly making your point to your ‘friends’ you took a subway and walked a few blocks to your home.

You called Peter’s phone but he didn’t pick up. You decided on calling May.

As soon as May picked the phone up she heard a knock on the door, “Hey sweetie.” She said into the phone, moving to the door, expecting Ben on the other side.

“Hey May! Can you open the door please?” Your voice was hurried and you sounded a little out of breath. Even though you lived just two floors up, you decided to stick to the flights, instead of the lift, all the way up to your apartment and then back down to his.

May opened the door, worried if something happened. She saw you standing in the hall with your bag still on your shoulders. You gave her a tight-lipped smile, “What happened to you?” She asked worriedly.

“It was fine. Is Peter home?” You asked, irrelevant to her question, “I brought sandwiches from Mr. Delmar’s.” You smiled. She smiled back and nodded.

“He’s in his room. Said he wasn’t feeling very well today.”

“May I?” You asked pointing towards the door to Peter’s room. She just gave you a sweet smile, muttering a ‘sure’ before moving to the kitchen.

You opened the door gently and peeked before moving in and placed your bag on the floor. You saw Peter covered under a pile of blankets pulled up to his cheeks which appeared a deep shade of red. It didn’t take a genius to know that he had a fever. He shifted in bed when he sensed your presence, “Hey Pete.” You said.

He tried to sit up on bed, failing and just settling on a simple ‘hi’ as he shifted to face you completely.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to get up. I just brought you notes from today.” You said, then added, “Oh, and your favourite sandwich from Mr. Delmar’s.”

“Thanks.” His voice was hoarse and he mustered the best smile he could.

You sat at the edge of his bed and touched his forehead. Your eyes widened, retracting your hand back, “Peter, you’re too hot.”

You heard him chuckle, “Thanks, you too.” He muttered. You rolled your eyes, cheeks matching his red ones.

“Shut up, Parker.” You warned in a soft tone. “I’ll take care of you.”

The next day was a Saturday so you woke up a bit late, and you were really surprised to see a text from Peter saying that he wanted to tell you something very important.

You just rushed with the freshening up and ran out of your house, briefly calling out to your mom and telling her that you were going to Parker’s. Your mom shook her head, she knew how head over heels you were for the sweet nephew of her friend.

You reached the residence, this time taking the lift. May opened the door and you beamed at her. She welcomed you in with a warm, heartfelt hug and you returned it.

“In his room?” You raised a brow. She nodded.

“I need to run to the grocery store, but you keep the door open.” She ordered, before chuckling at your red face, “And Ben is still sleeping so keep it a little down, will you?” She asked and you nodded.

A small part of your brain —the smallest one— was very happy and daydreaming that Peter would tell you how much he loves you and just kiss you passionately. Maybe in a perfect world.

You opened the door to Peter’s room and your eyes immediately grew wide. Your heart raced and you felt the air knock out of your lungs. You shut the door, contrasting to May’s demand, as you stood on the floor dumbfounded.

“What the fuck are you doing on the ceiling?!”

———

You woke up late and were in a rush. Fortunate enough, you reached school in time to find Peter and Ned whispering something to each other. They didn’t notice you so you snuck up behind them and smacked their backs, both of them flinching in response and staring at you wide eyed. The poor nerds weren’t expecting you after all. You laughed hard at their expressions, holding your belly.

You draped each of your arms over their shoulders, “Hello kids. What’re we talking about?”

“I told Ned about Spider-man.” Peter whispered to you. It was their turn to laugh at you as your expressions were exceptional.

“He didn’t really. I caught him on the ceiling.” Ned quipped.

“You too?!” You turned to Peter with a questioning look and his face turned red.

“It wasn't my fault that he sneaked into my room.” Peter complained. You adored the look on his face as he played with the hem of his shirt. For a moment his eyes met yours and you instantly pulled away, smiling to yourself.

You heard Ned’s voice in the background saying something like, “May let me in!” but it really didn’t matter to you as you leaned closer to Peter, retracting your hand from around Ned’s shoulders, as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“So, how did it happen exactly?” You asked and Ned started blabbering.

“You remember how I told you about the Lego death star?” He asked, making you nod in answer, “So, I reach his apartment and he isn’t back from the ‘Stark Internship’ and so I wait for him but then he never showed up and then I started making the base without him first…” Ned’s voice slowly faded away as you turned around to get a glance at Peter as you laughed.

But the laughter shortly died down when you saw a starry eyed Peter, distracted and gazing into the distance. It seemed like he was following someone with his eyes. You accompanied his line of sight, curious to know what he was gazing at.

And the final thought that tugged at your mind as the bell rang was, ‘Why was Peter staring at Liz Allen Toomes?’

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[parkerpeter24]

best friends or more (part-2)

Pairing: peter parker x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst👀, oblivious people, swearing. I think that is all...

Word count: 2454

Italics — flashback/thoughts

Sorry for being so late! I hope you guys liked the first part, I think my tags didn't work🤷🏻‍♀️. Tumblr is a disaster, even more so when you're on your phone... I hope you like this part!❤ Also, I can't divide the text under the cut because I don't have a laptop and it didn't work on chrome. I try to not extend it too much!

Series Masterlist | Prologue | Part 1

“What the fuck are you doing on the ceiling?!”

Peter jumped down to the floor, already putting his hands up to try to stop you from freaking out. You were already at the verge of screaming out loud. Your breath hitched and you couldn’t think straight.

“(Y/n), I can explain.” He said. One could wonder how he was being so calm and composed, like it was totally normal for people to walk on the ceiling of their houses.

Peter’s hands were on your shoulders in an instant, rubbing soft, soothing circles through the thin fabric of your shirt, concerned eyes making sure you calmed down before he started rambling about what had happened.

“H-how were you, what were you—?” You tried but even after all efforts, you couldn’t get yourself to utter a single coherent sentence out of your mouth. It was like your brain stopped working. Peter was on the lookout, in case you fainted.

“I know it’s crazy. Just calm down and I’ll tell you everything.” He said. You took your time, breathing and trying to relax. Finally letting go of the door handle you stood up straight, but he could still see your shaking hands, still hear your heart’s palpitations, still sense the weirdness in the air. 

“You were on the ceiling.” Your voice came out shakey, but you were taking regular breaths. Peter nodded.

“I-I was.” He started. You waited for him to continue with an expectant yet incredulous look on your face. You wanted him to tell you that it was due to some crazy anti-gravity belt that he accidentally ‘created’ due to some error, or something alien he got from the storage of the apartment building, “I know it’s weird but I have a good reason. Just- let’s sit down first?” He asked hesitantly. You just nodded, still confused about everything.

You both walked over to his bunk bed, which was occasionally used by the both of you for sleepovers and Star Wars movie marathon nights, and sat beside each other “How are you now?” You asked suddenly, making Peter raise an eyebrow at you, “You had a fever.” You stated.

“Oh, that? Yeah, I’m way better now.” He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly before a wince passed his lips. You became cautious and concerned at the action.

“What is it?” You asked as you craned your neck to look at the cause of the pained voice.

“A spider bit me.”

———

You were pulled back to reality by Liz when she nudged your side. Your head perked up from your lap where your chemistry book was lying carelessly, not that you were actually reading it. You pushed your glasses up your nose. No you weren’t a nerd, not even close. Albeit the chemistry book lying in your lap, you were focused on the events from last night. Your mind replayed the way Peter’s sweet, familiar scent filled your nose when you leaned down to check on his injuries, what if you had kissed him, would he have kissed you back?

Peter’s thoughts didn't vary much than yours. All day he kept dozing off thinking about you, about how you smelled of honey, about how your soft lips would’ve felt over his.

He watched you at lunch as you sat with Betty and her friends like you usually did on Fridays just because they were your friends too and you didn’t want to upset them. He saw you turn back to look over at his table and the moment your eyes met, you mouthed a humorous ‘save me’ as you laughed silently, making him smile and look away as he blushed.

His eyes quickly shifted from you and adjusted to somewhere behind you, indicating you as well as convincing himself that he was blushing because of the girl who was behind you, hanging a banner for homecoming, and apparently the girl turned out to be Liz. You turned away from him to hide the frown on your face as you felt a pang in your chest.

You didn’t mean to feel bad. Peter, your best friend, had a crush on a girl who actually deserved him. She was way too nice, smart and beautiful as compared to you. She was the perfect match for him. Or so you thought.

Peter’s eyes fixated back on you as soon as you focused your attention on Betty, he observed your movements, the way you waved your hands in the air to illustrate things better, the way you pushed the same strand of hair —that he was much grateful of— behind your ear again and again and yet again. All things including Ned’s voice was background and the only desired thing was you.

“Earth to (y/n)?” Liz snapped a finger in front of you, waking you up again, “Were you even listening?” She chuckled as you passed her a sheepish look.

You were sitting in the gym bleachers, now in your midtown high sweatshirt, with the group as Peter did his crunches with the help of Ned.

“Sorry, I was thinking about... something.” You replied, settling yourself on the bleachers so that you were comfortable.

“Anyway…” Betty started, “We were playing F, marry, kill, for the avengers! Let’s continue.” She clapped a hand in front of her chest. Sometimes you didn’t like how excited the blonde girl could get. You rolled your eyes playfully muttering a ‘sure.’

“So what would it be for you (y/n)?” Liz asked from your side. You wanted to run away from there as all eyes fell on you but the group was sitting all around and you were in the middle. You knew the whole gym was listening to the conversation of the ‘popular’ kids.

“Um,” You gulped, “F thor, marry Captain America and kill hulk?” you offered. Peter's eyebrows furrowed, what was he thinking, of course you wouldn’t take his alter ego’s name. He was not expecting you to say you would marry Spider-man, no.

Your friends all seemed satisfied with your answer and nodded, except Liz.

“What about Spider-man?” She asked. Peter's ears perked up at that.

“What– What about him?” You asked her. You could feel Peter’s —and everyone else’s— eyes lingering over your group.

“Didn’t you see the big security cam on YouTube?!” She bragged, “He fought off four guys!”

Everyone rolled their eyes like they already knew what was happening, “Oh god, she’s crushing on Spider-man.” Some girl announced nonchalantly.

Your eyes widened dramatically, “What?” You asked.

She shrugged, trying to seem uninterested but the smile on her face gave her facade away, “Well, maybe.”

“But what if he’s like, seriously burned, or eighty?” You asked suddenly. Peter squinted his eyes on you as he tried to hold in his laughter. You looked so cute when you tried so hard to hide the fact that you actually knew Spider-man or how that one strand on hair fell on your face which you adjusted behind your ear. You were blushing slightly and Peter could just grab your face and kiss all over — Stop!

The group thundered, “Okay, first of all, he’s not eighty.” Liz laughed, making you blush in embarrassment, “And second of all, I wouldn’t care. I would still love him for the person he is on the inside.” Peter was full on staring at the black haired girl as you could see from the corner of your eyes. You felt a strong feeling tugging at your heart as it dropped to the pit of your stomach. Were you jealous of Liz? No! But again, why was Peter staring at her in the hallway?! 

Before you could interject or even think of anything to say back to her you heard a voice which made the whole gym fall into silence, “Peter knows Spider-man!” Now all the eyes were on Peter as he turned to Ned with an unbelievable look. He scrambled off the ground, “No, I don’t.” He tried, waving his hands in dismissal, “I-I’ve met him, yeah, t-through the Stark Internship.”

“They’re friends.” Ned quipped. You stared at the boys with a questioning look, what was going on in their head? Peter passed you a tight lipped smile.

“Oh yeah, like coach Wilson and Captain America are friends.” Flash laughed, “You know what, why don’t you invite your ‘friend’ Spider-man to Liz’s house party?”

“You’re having a party?” You whispered to Liz, only for Peter to repeat it out loud.

“Yeah, I’m having people over tonight.” She said, giving you an apologetic grin. You shook your head.

“You should totally invite your pal, Spider-man.” Flash said as the bell rang and students started emptying the gym. Peter turned to Ned with an angry look and you rushed towards the both as your group also dissipated.

“What’re you doing?!” He asked, frustrated as you slipped beside them and started walking out of the room, behind the crowd. You slipped your hand in Peter’s since no one was watching, and why not. You knew it calmed him down when you rubbed soft circles on the back of his hand.

“Okay, did you not hear her? Liz has a crush on you.” He explained and you could feel your heart drop to your feet, and Peter was about to step over it.

“On Spider-man, not him.” You butted as Peter opened his mouth to say something.

“Come on (y/n), be serious.” He chuckled. Only if he knew, you were dead serious, “You’re an avenger man! If anyone has a chance with a senior girl, it’s you! Stop pining after her and just make a move.” Ned announced before walking ahead, leaving you and Peter with your thoughts.

So he liked Liz? And he told Ned but not you?

Peter didn’t seem to notice your face drop, “We need to go to that party.” He smiled, swinging your hands as you moved to your locker.

———

“Peter, I think you need to see a doctor.” You told him as your eyebrows furrowed.

“And tell him what (y/n)? A spider bit me and I got powers, my vision is better and my senses got developed? That sounds terrible.” He shook his head. Now that he mentioned, you noticed that he wasn't wearing his glasses and his shirt did look two sizes smaller for him, “Wanna take a picture? It’ll last longer.” He chuckled. Suddenly, heat rushed to your cheeks and you felt embarrassed under his stare. You felt intimidated by him, you felt different with him, a good different of course. He was much more confident and snarky than the Peter you knew.

“What if it’s something serious?” You tried diverting the topic, thankfully he didn’t question you anymore.

“Don't worry so much (y/n). Anyway, I don’t think our family doctor could tell what it is.” He said and you nodded along. A silence fell over the room for a few moments. Peter could hear your, now calm, heartbeat and he wanted to get close to you, incredibly close, like he’s never been before. You were in your most casual clothes and without any makeup but he still found you enchanting. He was feeling different with you than before, a good different of course. 

“So can you do anything cool?” You asked, eyes shining with adoration.

He laughed, “Name it.”

———

You could sense nervous and scared vibes radiating off Peter as he sat in the passenger seat of May’s old, dingy car. You were sitting beside Ned. May was really happy that his nephew was finally being social and normal like other teenagers and not being stuck with a billionaire in his office and arranging paperwork for him. She was already very proud of Peter, everyone  was, and the internship has got him in his head all the time, so busy that he had no time to spend with friends or her.

May pulled up in front of Liz’s house and bent down a little to get a look at the venue. She nodded her head in approval before looking back to you and Ned and complimenting him on his hat. You giggled, trying to ignore the way Peter looked uncomfortable.

“This is a mistake.” He said, looking out the window, at the number of people rushing into the house, “Hey, let’s just go home.” He looked between you and May with pleading eyes.

“Come on Pete, we’re here already, you can do this!” You encouraged. May nodded before starting about how his body was going through changes. You could barely hold your laughter in as Peter chuckled, “Okay, I think we should go.” He said, opening the door and getting out immediately.

You lagged behind as both the boys moved in through the door only to be met with teenagers dancing and mingling with each other over the loud music. Flash was the DJ tonight, you rolled your eyes at him. You watched Peter with worried eyes as you moved next to him, slipping your hand in his and squeezing it gently. The gesture was so simple yet it calmed his nerves down and he gave you a grateful smile before Ned started explaining his plan about how Spider-man would enter the party.

You were again drowning in your thoughts, focusing on rubbing soft circles on the back of Peter’s hand when a high pitched voice brought you back to reality, “Oh my gosh, hey guys! Cool hat Ned!” Liz complimented, “(Y/n), you look so stunning!”

You passed her a genuine smile, after all the girl was really, very sweet, “You look very beautiful yourself Liz!” You complimented back.

“Hi Liz.” Ned greeted and Peter followed with a squeaky voice. Poor boy, didn’t know how to converse with a girl, well except you. That or he didn’t think of you as a girl.

“So glad you guys are here.” She said, being the great host she is. Her gaze went down to your and Peter’s still interwoven fingers, “Hey, are you guys finally together? Can’t believe I won the bet-” She stopped herself before she could speak any further and pointed towards your hands.

Both of you looked down at your hands. Peter was the first one to immediately retract his hand from yours. You felt unwanted as he frantically started explaining to Liz that ‘It’s not what it looks like!’ 

“We’re just friends, nothing more.” He rubbed the back of his neck, the slightest rocking back and forth visible in his body. Your chest tightened, a mere few words and actions making your heart sink to the pit of your stomach.

You wish you could be something more with Peter,  but it was no use when he saw you as ‘just friends.’

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