confessions - p.p
anon requested 10 from dialogue list with peter parker!! hope u enjoy love.
10: “stop pretending like nothing happened between us! i can’t stand it.”
a/n: aaah i finally finished this and i apologize for the wait! i didn’t edit or revise, so if there’s any mistakes, do let me know!
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Peter hated the silent treatment. Ever since you two shared a very, very passionate kiss that rivaled a makeout session, you’ve been avoiding his calls and texts. Why? He had no clue! He genuinely thought the pair of you had something more and it hurt not knowing whether or not that was clear. An annoyed expression was planted on Peter’s face (in reality he was terrified and nervous of asking) as he stomped through the halls of school, his brown eyes sweeping back and forth meticulously.
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The youngest Avenger rounded the corner and ran into you, one arm flew out to steady you and the other flashed before your eyes and caught the notebook you were carrying. You were always intrigued by his fast reflexes, since when did he ever have those? You let out a little peep as you bsshfully looked up into his saddened gaze. Peter Parker was by definition the most beautiful man you ever met (technically he didn’t have much competition at your school and your other favorite Avenger was nowhere near your age), his wavy hair, his hopeful mocha gaze, and his personality. You were never a stickler for a certain body type; you never cared about the way his looked.
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“Peter!” You squeaked out, an immediate redness creeping on your face as you were reminded of the intimate moment you two had a couple of days ago. You glanced at his hand, causing him to release you rather quickly and place your notebook on your outstretched hand. You muttered a quiet ‘thank you’ before tucking a strand of stray hair behind your ear. “So.. what’s up?”
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A flash of annoyance crossed his face as he quirked a brow at you, “What’s up?” He echoed, his brows beginnng to furrow as his shoulders mimicked a shrugging motion. Peter then began to ramble about.. nothing? You didn’t really understand him since he was talking low and fast. Your hand reached out to touch his shoulder, which seemed to be a trigger for him as he stopped talking and let out a smooth exhale before looking at you in the eye. “Are we just going to pretend that our kiss didn’t happen?”
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“Yep,” you quickly replied, your gaze removing from their lock with his to look at anything but him. Peter allowed his face to show he was disappointed and grew increasingly irritated and nervous- did this mean you didn’t like him back? He watched you quietly for a second before releasing a sigh. “I think it’s just best if we forget it happened.”
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“Why?” He argued.
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Because I like you, dumb ass, “I just thought.. you know.. that it would’ve gotten in the way of our friendship.” Peter internally groaned at your statement, but decided it was the right thing to do if you didn’t like him back- which was pretty obvious by this point. He flushed red as he understood this, his hand reaching up to nervously scratch his neck. All sense of confidence disappeared.
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He watched you for a quiet moment, his eyes flickering across your face to search for any sign. You turned your head and looked back at him, your grip tightening on your notebook. You watched his face contorted faintly, his teeth bringing his bottom lip in its grasp as he fought an internal war. Finally, his hand dropped to his side as he shook his head. You watched him explode.
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“Well I can’t, so can you stop pretending like nothing happened between us? I can’t stand it!” He vented, his arms flailing out as he spoke. They quickly crossed over his chest. His brows furrowed as he leaned against the wall, casting a nervous glance downwards. Was that too forward? He hoped it wasn’t and secretly wish that it was, he needed you to know he.. he liked you, and he needed to know how you truly felt. You watched with curiosity, your mouth quickly running dry as you attempted to swallow. How were you supposed to respond?! Nerves got the better of you. When you didn’t immediately reply, Peter felt dense. One of his arms unfolded, running up to his face as his fingers clasped on the bridge of his nose. “I-.. I really like you, okay? That kiss we had.. it meant a lot more to me than just an accident- or whatever you want to call it.”
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His confession caused your heart to race miles per hour. Peter Parker liked you too. How could it have been so hard to guess? You nervously tucked the same strand of hair behind your ear again, lightly shifting weight between your feet and faintly bobbing up and down. You had some slight fear that this was all just some sick joke, or it was a dream you’d wake up from. You decided to take a leap of faith.
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“I like you too Peter- I had so many doubts that you didn’t like me back that I just.. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” You confided, feeling all the tension in your body release as you confessed your own feelings. Peter looked more than relieved that you reciprocated his feelings. A ghost of a blush appeared on his cheeks, causing him to glance down. He took a step forward, his very warm hands gingerly cradling your face before he connected his lips with yours in a quick chaste kiss. Peter pulled back slightly, a toothy grin revealing his near perfect teeth.
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“Good. Because quite frankly, I enjoy kissing you.”
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