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Know-It-All 3

Finale

(Peter Parker x Wilson!reader)

Summary: Peter could feel the guilt eating him up especially since you’ve only become worse and he can’t say anything because it’s his fault.

Warning: language, angstttttttttttt, deadpool, angst againnn, sad hours, crying, kissing hehe fluff

A/N: high key I’m super fucking scared about this part will go cuz of how much people like the parts before so I really really really hope u like it :))

SERIES MASTERLIST

“School now.” Wade said as he shot his gun at the wall, your heart jumping and falling off the couch.

“What the fuck!” You groaned, crawling back up on the sofa as you wrapped your blanket tighter.

“School, you already skipped the rest of the week. It’s Monday, get your ass up.” Wade said lightheartedly, breaking some eggs and cooking.

“I’m not going to school.” You mumble into the sofa, rolling on to your stomach.

“Like hell, I need the place, I’m having a meeting.” Wade said making you turn your head.

“A meeting?” You repeated making Wade scoff.

“Yes a meeting, now get your ass to school.” He said, but you stayed where you are.

“You knew Peter was Spider-Man didn’t you?” You haven’t told Wade anything about what happened Wednesday night. Wade choked on his water, coughing it out.

“What?!” You groaned hitting your head against the pillow.

“Fuck you! Why why why!” You yelled grabbing your converse and slipping them on, not even bothering to change out of biker shorts and oversized sweater, you’ve been working for the past couple of days.

“You’d tell me to stop talking to Spidey.” Wade said making you throw the remote at him.

“Don’t-dont mention him.” You said biting your lip as the events flashed in your mind.

You cried, a lot. He made you feel like a whole ass cLoWn. You really thought Spider-Man cared about you—nope! It was just the person that wants to make your life hell, embarrassing you and crushing every fucking thing inside you until you wouldn’t get off the sofa for days telling Wade you felt sick. You knew you looked like shit and Wade only came back last night, he was away doing some shit up-state. You let Spid-no you let Peter fucking Parker hold you, you let him touch you after the bruise he caused on your wrist that took weeks to heal, you can still see a faded blue. But that’s not what hurt more. What hurt more was that you missed him. No not Peter Parker—but Spider-Man, you missed it when he held you, and played with your hair. But that was Peter—everything that came out of Spider-Mans mouth was coming out of Peters, so they were all lies.

Wade noticed the red rims and the swelling of your lips, seeing how much you bite down on it, already knowing that’s a bad habit you had when you cry.

“I’m sorry.” He said, closing the fire as he came over to you. “I didn’t know it was that big.” He said sitting next to you. You bit your lip, your leg bouncing as you felt the tears well up again. Wade didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you letting you hug him. He was never one for emotions, but this was you. The girl he found covered in blood in the alleyway running out of the apartment after finding her parents dead in the kitchen. He’s seen you before, you lived in the same apartment complex Vanessa did. She use to babysit you, and sooner or later she adopted you. And then she died, and that left you with Wade. But he didn’t mind, not at all.

“I’ll go to school.” You said pulling back as you wiped your nose with the sleeve of Wades sweater you were wearing. “But don’t be surprised if there’s a call saying I got suspended again.” You said making Wade chuckle, getting up to put the eggs on the plate.

— school —

The moment you stepped into the school, you regretted getting off the sofa. The nice, comfy, cry space sofa. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you kept your hood up, making your way down the hall, only to have someone crash into you from behind.

“What the—“

“What the fuck happened to you?!” Mj said as she looked at you with concerned and worried eyes. You gave her an guilty smile.

“Sorry.” You said your voice small knowing she’s about to blow up on you right now, your face scrunching up ready for her blow.

“I thought you were dead! You didn’t answer my calls or messages, and Wade didn’t answer either—which isnt a surprise cuz he never does but y/n you can’t do that! Not after what happened and-and you know how I get about these things don’t do that to me, and I couldn’t go to your place because I was grounded for flipping off Aidens new girlfriend, who’s a slut but he doesn’t know it yet, but you really fucking scared me!” Mj yelled, finally taking a breather after that whole lecture. You bit your lip as you looked down at your feet.

“I’m sorry.” You said, your voice barely over a whisper. Mjs frustrated face, fell soft as she finally took in how you looked.

“Cmere.” She said, wrapping her arms around your neck as you buried your face on her shoulder. “It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything now.” She whispered to you, neither of you caring that you were still in the hallway and people were staring.

“Shit happened.” You said pulling back and swallowing thickly. Mj nodded her head, a small smile on her face.

“Wanna get something from the cafeteria, their selling donuts and muffins for breakfast.” She said, holding her hand out for you. You smiled, nodding your head and taking her hand.

— from across the hallway —

Peter watched as Mj yelled at you from his locker. His heart beating quickly when he saw you. He stopped by the apartment multiple times. He’d never go in or dare to knock, he just stayed for a minute or two to see you from outside the apartment window, until his heart started to clench and he swung away.

Peter bit his lip, noticing the red rims surrounding your eyes—

“What’re you doing?” Ned said, startling Peter.

“Don’t do that.” Peter said, making Ned quirk a brow.

“What happened to the Peter tingle-“

“It’s not cal—your not a threat Ned.” Peter said clenching then unclenching his jaw.

“Oh okay.” Ned said nodding his head. “So you going to apologize?”

“I don’t know.” Peter mumbled as he saw you and Mj walk further down the hall. “I really fucked up.” Peter said sucking in breath.

“Just—try? Maybe?” Ned said patting Peters shoulder. “I’m gonna head to class, I’ll see you next period.” Ned said, Peter nodding in response. Peter also didn’t have it easy, he looked like a complete mess, his T-shirt smelled, having worn it for more than week but too tired to wash it, his curls were a mess, and he regretted everything—

However Peter bit his lip, holding the straps of his backpack as he made his way to the cafeteria. He didn’t go in, he only stayed by the door, watching you smile when Mj handed you the muffin she bought you. He couldn’t help the flutter in his stomach, which only got him confused. Stop it Peter. You hurt her, she hates you and-and you hate her......but I also wanted her to kiss me. Peter shook his head, not noticing that you and Mj were walking to the door. Quickly turning around and hiding behind some kids so neither of you would notice him.

“Nah Mr. Winston came back Friday, he was sick when you weren’t here so I don’t think it will be that big of a deal.” Peter overheard Mj say.

“Mkay, I’ll see you next period.” You said Mj nodding her head before she squeezed your hand, walking in the other direction. Peter quickly turned away from Mj, so she wouldn’t spot him. But when he saw the coast was clear, he continued to walk. Keeping some distance away from you. You both had pre-calc first period, so technically he could pass this stalking as going to class.

But as you got closer to classroom, Peters heart was beating faster. And before he knew it he was jogging up, his hand coming to yours and stopping you.

“Y/n.” He said, his hands soft as he spun you around. Your breath hitched. “I’m sor—“

“Let go of me.” You cut him off, your voice not even harsh, but wavering slightly. Peter bit his lip letting go of your hand.

“I didn’t mean for that to happen, I didn’t want you to find out—“

“Cuz that would’ve been so much better, you playing with my head and messing with me—“

“I wasn’t messing with you y/n—“ you bit your lip, not able to finish this conversation.

“The bell rang.” You said, walking away from Peter but quickly running into the classroom before he could catch you. Peter cursed under his breath, anyone else would’ve thought this is amazing: y/n and Peter aren’t yelling at each other, but in reality this was much worse. The arguing and back forth banter was it, just banter, but now you can’t even do that. You wouldn’t even look at him.

Throughout class your leg bounced uncomfortably, knowing Peter was staring at you from his seat. It made you really fucking mad mainly because you can’t get two words out before you were getting hurt. You aren’t a sensitive person, not at all, but Peter really had to crush your walls.

“Okay pair up quickly I don’t have all day, work together to get through the problems, if your partners stuck help em out.” Mrs. Nygma said. You hated partner work in classes without Mj or Ned. Because now you had to be with some annoying kid who—

“Hey.” Peter said quickly sitting in front of you, turning around so his legs were on either side of the seat.

“I already have a partner.” You said, pointing next to you. Peters brows furrowed, causing you to see your usually partner Ian was absent. “I’m not gonna be your partner.” You said between clenched teeth, avoiding his eyes. Peter bit his lip his leg bouncing as he watched you raise your hand.

“Yes y/n.” Mrs. Nygma answered clearly annoyed. Any class you had with Peter, that teacher hated the both of you, you’ve both made a name of yourselves amoungst them, and not in a good way. However the only teachers that actually didn’t seem to care about you and Peters arguing was Mr. Dell and Mr. Harrington.

“Hate to be a bother but can I have a different partner, I’m not in the mood to work with a lying asshole.” You said politely, only making your teacher huff.

“Honey, I’ve had a rough morning and I’m not in the mood to handle this—“ you stood up now, your hand up slightly.

“All I’m asking is to be switched with someone else—“ You said biting your lip as your hand clenched around your pencil.

“Y/n, just take your seat and start your work, the instructions were simple I’m not going to switch you with someone who’s been following directions.” She said, going back to the work on her computer. Peter watched as you clenched the pencil, snapping it in to.

“Can we just talk?” Peter said quietly, so no one could hear. You took your seat, ignoring what Peter just said. You grabbed one half of the pencil, starting your work. “How times do I have to say I’m sorry?” Peter said getting frustrated when you made no attempt of listening.

You continued to read the question, attempting to solve the problem knowing damn well that everything your doing is wrong.

“That’s not right.” Peter said as he looked at your work. You sucked in a breath closing your eyes, your head tilting slightly in annoyance. That was the same voice you found calming, the same voice that gave you goosebumps, the same voice that made you smile.....and now that voice made you want to cry. You rolled your shoulder trying your best to show him you weren’t listening. So you continued to write the equation and solve it. Peter bit his lip his jaw clenching slightly, he can’t be mad. He had no right. But you were ignoring him. You, the girl he wished would ignore him, but now when it actually happened he hates it. Hates it more than you yelling at him. At least than your giving him some attention.

Peter bit his lip, writing the equation on his paper and solving it, before he was sliding it in front of yours. Your jaw clenched at the sight of the problem, Peter put notes on the side and showed each step, only making your blood boil more. You quickly pushed the paper away from you, making Peters brows furrow.

“I’m trying to help—“

“Well I never asked for your help.” You said, swallowing thickly.

“I’m just explaining it to you like we’re suppo—“ your hand slammed down on your desk, startling the class as you finally finally looked into his eyes.

“No your not! Your not ‘just explaining’, when I said I don’t need your help, that means I don’t need your fucking help—“

“Out!” Mrs. Nygma shouted, fed up with you before you were even halfway through first period. “Get out!” She yelled again—

“Gladly.” You said back, grabbing your papers and bag before you were swinging the door open, letting it slam behind you.

“Fucking, stupid piece of shit.” You mumbled under your breath as you stuffed your papers in your bag, walking down the hall.

“Y/n—“ you heard him shout your name. How could you not have recognized that voice from the first day. It’s obvious it was his voice, it always is.

“Kill me, please.” You said to yourself as you looked up at the ceiling. Peter continued to jog, his bag also with him. “Just leave me alone, why is that so hard for you?” You said, the frustration and anger and everything was still inside, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip as you struggled to keep your tears from slipping, your throat going dry.

“Y/n, I’m sorry.” Peter said, as he stood in front of you, as you tried your best to stay in one piece.

“Okay...and?” You said motioning your head. “What do I do with that? Huh? I’m so glad your apology fixed everything, thank you so much Peter, really, I accept your apology, I hope that makes you feel better.” You said spinning on your heel and walking away. Peter however wanted to jump off a cliff at that moment.

“If your thinking about what I said...that night..... I meant it.” He called out, making your movements slow down. “Before you almost—kissed me.” He said swallowing the lump in his throat when he noticed your fists unclench.

“Don’t talk to me.” You said over your shoulder before you started walking down the hall.

Peter watched as you disappeared around the corner, before he was running to the boys bathroom, the door slamming behind him. He bent down checking to see if the stalls were all empty before he was locking the door and bringing his jacket up to his mouth yelling loudly. He pulled at his hair, as he slammed his body into a stall door breaking it. He continued to groan loudly, not noticing the tears pouring down his cheeks until the bell rang for second period.

“Get it together.” Peter said going over to the mirror and washing his face. “Who cares if she hates you. It’s y/n—“ Peter choked on his words, his eyes welling up with tears at the mention of your name. The only image popping in his mind was you, in your apartment, eyes filled with tears pointing a gun directly at him.

You completely ignored Peter for the rest of the day until lunch. You had to go to some of your teachers to get work that you missed and also take a quiz. Mj decided this was a chance for her to sit with Ned and talk about the book she finished reading that Ned suggested.

“No what do you mean? I hated her she was so fucking stupid.” Mj said to Ned, making his eyes go wide.

“No nononononono, you just don’t understand what—“ before Ned could finish his sentence, Peter was abruptly sitting down next to Ned. Mjs brows furrowed as she took in Peter. His hair was sticking ever which way, the rims of his eyes were red, one sleeve was raised to his elbow and the other normal.

“What happened to you?—“ Mj said, but Peter was already leaning in, paranoid someone would over here. His hand tapped the middle of the table as he collected his thoughts, looking between Mj and Ned.

“D-do believe in that saying h-how theres a fine line between love and hate?” Peter said looking anxiously between Mj and Ned, who both were slightly taken aback by the question.

“Well I guess it depends?” Ned said, Mj nodding her head.

“W-What do you mean?!” Peter asked frantically as he rubbed his neck, concerning Ned and Mj at his anxious behavior.

“Depends who your talking about?” Mj restated, her words careful and slow not to scare Peter. Peter bit his lip, his eyes welling up, rubbing his face, his hand running through his hair.

“Why’re you asking Peter?” Ned said, also saying his words carefully. Peter inhaled sharply, his leg bouncing.

“I think I’m in love with y/n.”

— four days later —

You’ve ignored Peter for almost a week now. You still caught him glancing at you a couple of times. But he never attempted to talk to you. And if he did, you’d walk away.

At first you were relieved, but then it was replaced with emptiness. You yourself became more aware of Peter. Aware of the bruises that would appear on his face covered in bad makeup. The dark circles under his eyes, the falling asleep in class. Was he always like this? Or is this new?

You shook it off, who cares anyways. You don’t like him—not hate—just dislike.

But today was weird, Mj seemed to gave her eyes on you a lot. You both hung out every second you had, but it was different, shed just watch you. Like she was studying. Until you finally dropped your sandwich on the desk.

“What is it Mj?” You said watching as her eyes went wide sitting up straighter.

“Huh What? What?” She repeated, making you swallow the rest of your food.

“You’ve been acting weird all week, what’s wrong—“

“I found out Peters Spider-Man.” She said, making you choke on your turkey before spitting it out.

“W-What? How?” You were at first shocked, but now you can finally explain everything that’s happened.

“He told me, Monday.” She explained making your brows furrow. “I had my suspicions before, but he confirmed it.” She said watching as you continued to eat your sandwich. You hummed nodding your head, causing Mj to furrow her brows.

“Makes me seem like a real bitch hating on a superhero huh?” You said lightheartedly making yourself laugh, but only confusing Mj.

“What happened?” She said, her head cocking slightly.

“Shit, all shit. He’s a piece of shit. And so is his other identity. Both pieces of shit.” You said licking your lips. You watched as Mj looked at you closely waiting for you to explain. And so you did, every single detail.

“Do you hate him?” Mj asked after all of that, she asked that.

“I don’t know.” You said looking down at your half eaten sandwich. “I hate what he did, and I hate how he played with me, and I hate how he made me feel.” You said swallowing thickly.

“But do you hate him?” Mj repeated, making you clench your jaw.

“I don’t—I don’t fucking know okay, I don’t even know what that means.” You said dropping your sandwich on the desk as you rubbed your face.

“Hey-I didn’t mean anything by it, I was just asking, because you’ve been acting different too.” She said making you raise a brow. “Your ignoring him, and I don’t think you like ignoring him. You miss him not in the lovey dovey way, but in a way where you want to yell at him—“

“I don’t want to talk to him.” You said, making Mj shake her head. After the day Peter confessesd his feelings, she’s been watching you, your reactions, for someone who’s supposedly suppose to hate Peter Parker, you try your best not to make it obvious that you’d been watching him and biting your tongue back when he’d speak in class.

“But you do, because you love him.” She said, making your eyes go wide before you started to crack up.

“That’s funny Mj,—“ you said laughing more. “You really got me there.” You said coming down from your genuine laugh, only to see Mjs straight face. “Your not being serious?” You said .

“I am.” She said making you furrow your brows.

“Dude, your high, because that makes no fuckin sense.” You said, before changing the subject quickly and eating your sandwich. And that only confirmed it to Mj.

— after school —

“In love? Disgusting.” You said under your breath as you thought back to the conversation you had with a Mj during lunch. “I-what?” You shook your head, your mind rewiring at the thought of loving someone. At the thought of loving Peter Parker. But you didn’t have the chance to gather your thoughts when you felt a hand wrap around your waist lifting you off the ground.

“No no no.” You yelled in fear, trying to elbow the person holding you.

“It’s me, y/n chill.” Peter said, but that only made you elbow him harder. You heard a grunt, then felt yourself falling.

“Fuck!” You heard him yell, as he let go of his web diving down. You yelled in terror, before you felt the web attach to your hand, then being lifted back up.

“Put me down!” You yelled as you held onto him for dear life.

“Okay Jesus.” Peter said stopping on a roof and settling you down carefully, only to have you shove him away from you as you walked back stumbling on a box and falling on your ass. Peter quickly came to help you—

“I don’t need your help.” You spat, Peter clenched his jaw under the mask, only webbing your hand and hoisting you back up.

“Are you dumb?! I literally said I don’t need your fucking help!” You yelled, irritated.

“Can you stop?!” Peter yelled, making you scoff.

“Don’t you fucking dare—“

“Well I am.” He snapped back making you groan loudly. Peter however was quickly running to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, and jumping. This time a small scream left your lips, until you wrapped your body around Peter holding him desperately tight closing your eyes.

“Put me down, put me down, put me down.” You mumbled against the fabric of his suit, your voice trembling as your heart skipped a few beats. Peter found a high building, away from eyes before dropping you carefully. You kept repeating the words, making Peter bite his lip, taking a second to contain this memory of you this close to him.

“Your alright.” He said softly, only to have you rip away from him, your breathing quick as your hands came to the sides of your head as you tried to calm down.

“Don’t touch me don’t touch me don’t touch me.” You repeated your voice shaking as you looked around you, no exit point.

“I had to bring you up here, or you’d leave.” He said taking off his mask. You looked away not wanting to see his brown eyes.

“Your unbelievable.” You said rubbing your face, letting out a deep sigh.

“I’m sorry—“

“Yea I know you are! It’s not like you’ve said it a billion fuckin times, we’re over that, I accepted your apology what more do you want?!” You yelled annoyed as you took a step towards Peter.

“Do you hate me?” He blurted out, his bottom lip shaking slightly.

“What?”

“D-do you hate me? Me, Peter Parker, do you hate me?” He said, looking into your eyes. Your mouth opened then closed, your words getting caught in your throat.

“Put me dow—“

“Answer the question!” He cut off, his voice cracking in the end. You sucked in a breath as you looked right before back at Peter.

“I don’t know.” You said, letting out sigh as a Peter looked at you.

“What do you mean you don’t know—“

“I mean your annoying, and stuck up, and I know your smart Peter—you think I don’t know but I do, and i don’t care if you get straight A’s but I don’t, and you know I don’t and you just act like an asshole about it. You act like everything is easy, when it’s not and you try so hard—so fucking hard to get under my skin and you do, every fuckin time and I don’t care cuz I do the same thing, but lately Parker you’ve making me feel like shit—“

“I don’t mean to make you feel like that—“

“Yes you do! Oh my fucking god, yes you do Peter, and I know I do the same things back to you and honestly—“ you swallowed the lump in your throat. “Honestly I don’t know why.” You said, swallowing thickly. “We go back n forth, b-but these past weeks, it’s been getting less banter and more mean and hurtful comments.” You said, licking your lips as you looked into his es. “You hurt me Peter.” You said looking down at your wrist that is now fully healed.

“I didn’t mean to grab you that tight-I can’t-I can’t control it sometimes.” He said, his voice cracking slightly as he clenched his jaw

“Exactly.” You said making Peter confused. “I make you mad, and I do it on purpose. I know what triggers you and I can’t help but push it over and over again. Sometimes it’s because what you do is stuck up and sometimes I do it just cuz, I don’t know why.” You said, making Peter clench his jaw slightly.

“I do that too.” He said looking at you.

“I know.” You said taking a second to breathe. “But what you did, when I didn’t know you were spidey.” You said making Peter a heart beat faster. “That hurt— you took advantage of me, hiding yourself knowing—knowing that’d i-id never let my guard down around the real you. And you came right after you said that stuff in the cafeteria—“

“I didn’t mean to say that shit, you just-you made me so fucking mad, but fuck I—I hated myself for saying that.” Peter said making you shake your wrist nervously.

“Why’d you come to me after then? I said shit back to you too.” You said looking up at Peter.

“I wanted to see you.” He said licking his lips. “I um-“ Peter bit his lip, his heart beating faster than before. “I like seeing you, I know what I said was shit, but I had to see you after— I ever lied about the things I said to you that night. You get on my nerves a lot, but-but that doesn’t really bother me anymore. I’d rather have that than you ignoring me. I think I’ve been going crazy this week—” He said laughing lightly at his own words, biting his lip as he ran a hand through his messy curls. “You ignoring me really fucking sucks—and-and my f-feelings are all over the place.” Peter said feeling his heart beat faster, opening himself up.

“—same,” you said rubbing your wrist with your hand. “I-I like talking to you.” You said, the words leaving your lips before you could stop them. “I liked hearing about your adventures, your hobbies and favorite movies and that shit.” You said feeling your cheeks start to heat up. The words were leaving your lips and they weren’t hurtful. You weren’t yelling, or annoyed. You were calm. “And I liked listening to your voice, a-and I like it when—“ you stopped yourself, making Peter step closer.

“When what?” He said his voice soft, his hair moving slightly from the breeze.

“I like it when y-your—“ you couldn’t get the words out, feeling it stuck in your throat.

“When I what y/n?” Peter said, his face only inches away from yours.

“I like it when your close to me,” you said, your voice barely over a whisper, closing your eyes as a tear slipped your cheek. “I wanna be close to you a lot.”

“This close?” Peter said, his hand coming up to cup your jaw, wiping the tear with his thumb.

“Closer.” You said quietly, only causing Peter to come closer, his breath fanning against your lips.

“This close?” He repeated voice softer, if that was even possible.

“Closer.” You whisper, Peters lips grazing yours, afraid to make the wrong move, especially now, not wanting to scare you when your both trying hard to reveal your feelings.

“This close.” He says, his lips touching yours softly as he spoke, making your heart pound.

“Closer.” You say almost desperately, Peter hesitating slightly, but eventually, softly pressing his lips against your parted ones. You closed your eyes, kissing back. You brought your hand up to his wrist lightly, causing Peter to pull back slightly, his forehead against yours.

“I don’t hate you.” You say softly. “I don’t think I ever did.” Causing Peter to smile.

“Can I kiss you again?” Peter asked looking into your eyes. You nodded your head, letting Peter press his lips on yours again. Peter could feel his stomach doing flips, just like yours. This time you pulled back, only causing Peter to lean in, making you laugh softly.

“We’re really fucking weird.” You said making Peter laugh.

“I’m sorry.” He said biting his lip as he pulled back to see your face clearly.

“You should be.” You said swallowing thickly, before your lips turned into a crooked smile. Not the fake one you usually put, but your real smile. The one you had when you talked to Spider-Man—but it was Peter. Your smiling a Peter. “But I’m sorry too.” Peter smiled, a sigh of relief leaving his lips.

“We have to work out our problems.” Peter said making you bit your lip, closing your mouth. Peter squinted at you—

“Your the one who caused many of the problems.” You blurtted unable to contain your words, but Peter only laughed rolling his eyes.

“Can we not do this now—“ Peter said

“I’m not doing anything—“ you started but Peter only rolled his eyes, kissing you. Your words flew over your head as you focused on kissing him back. Peter smiled into the kiss, pulling back.

“Finally found a way to shut that mouth up.” He said making you shove his shoulder, causing him to stumble back. “I’m joking, I’m joking—I meant to sayyyy that pretty mouth up.” He said making you roll your eyes.

“Okay, whatever you say, your the knowitall.” You said smiling as you saw Peter clench his jaw. Looking at you seeing your guilty smile, only causing him to smile.

“Your really something.” He said his hands wrapping around your shoulders, you surprisingly didn’t fight back. Only wrapping your arms around his waist.

“But ya we have issues.” You said

“But I’m willing to work em out if it means I can be with you.” Peter said, watching as you lifted your head to look up at him.

“I guess that means I have to too.” You said dramaticly making Peter scoff playfully.

“I’m not forcing you, you can leave—“

“I’m kidding, it’s a joke, jesus .” You said, pecking his lips.

“We’ll work em out.” He mumbled into your lips.

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A/N: hohoho high key might just do one shots revolving around this series, like them dating but still having slight arguments, and other stuff, and maybe stuff before the series, if u want? :)

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