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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Drop dead, bnw!spiderman x f!reader
| Peter Parker x f!reader | notes: named it drop dead bc of Olivia Rodrigo because literally kiss me and I might drop dead!!! | warnings: Peter and reader are dorks, reader doesn’t know Peter is Spiderman, Peter gets a bruise, fluff, very cute very in love, Peter is shy, etc. | wc: 1k |
.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲
You and Peter have had a total of 4 dates.
Yet, there was still no first kiss with how well the two of you had matched.
The first one was a coffee date. The two of you met at a party from a mutual friend and hit it off quite quick. The two of you hadn’t even noticed it was a date until you said goodbye.
“Pretty nice for a first date, yeah?” You chuckled, half joking, half serious to see what he would do.
Peter laughs, nodding along. “Yeah! Yeah…Um— We should do this again. I’ll— I’ll text you— or you can text me! Anytime.
“Will do.”
How to lose a guy in 10 days au with Peter Parker. I need it I must write it.
to the boy i loved before
part one
pairings: peter parker x lara jean!reader summary: peter parker has been your best friend since sixth grade, but one day he recieves a love letter that you had written in order to get over your feelings. how will your friendship survive this disasterous event? warnings: both of them being dumb asf word count: 2.9k
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Dear Peter Parker,
You were the first boy that I had ever truly loved; I don’t think that I could ever love someone as much as I did you. This one sided romance started all the way back during 6th grade science camp. Our group leader was taking us on a hike while she pointed out the variety of wildlife within the camp grounds. I had been so distracted watching a small lizard that I failed to notice the large rock that was in my path. Like the klutz I was am, I made the smart decision of landing my entire body weight onto my two knees. Not only had a made a fool out of myself in front of our entire class, I had two bloody knees to accompany my embarrassment. While our classmates laughed (Gen…), you walked over to me and asked if I was okay. When I had managed to stand back up, you were the first person to volunteer to take me to the nurse. We hadn’t even known each other that well and yet you were helping me. On the way to the nurse, you held my hand while I cried over the pain, humiliation, and the loneliness of not having Chris with me. You didn’t even laugh when I admitted that she was my only friend and how I’d been alone during camp. You smiled at me and said that you’d be my friend like it was nothing; it had been everything to me. From that moment on, I was head over heels for you.
It was hard being your friend for so long and never being able to tell you how I’d felt. That’s why I decided to write these letters in the first place. I know, a love letter nine years later when we're going to be juniors in college? It's dramatic, but I don't think I ever fully got over you. Especially now that we go to ESU together. I’m not selfish enough to confess my feelings and ruin our friendship so this letter will have to do. You Peter Parker, were my first and forever love. No matter how hard I try to get over you, it never works. Watching you fall for MJ was hard, but seeing you heart broken after the break up was even harder. It was like a part of your soul had left when she did. Sometimes I find myself wishing that I had gotten to you before she did. Maybe then I wouldn’t be writing this letter and maybe we’d be dating. Or maybe if I did confess, you’d probably most definitely say you saw me like a sister. Maybe I was doomed from the second you had first spoken to me.
Love,
Y/n
The letters you had written to your various loves were your way of finally allowing yourself to let go of the feelings you’d secretly harbored for years. Once each envelope was sealed and placed into the hat box, it was like a brand new start to your life. A life without love that had no direction to go. You still felt the lingering remanent of love whenever you looked at Peter, but his letter was tucked away, in the back of your closet. There was no use in dwelling over a situation in which you had done absolutely nothing to change over the past nine years.
Your sister, Kitty, thought that the whole situation was pathetic. In her words, what was the point of being in love with someone if they didn’t know? Despite her being far younger, her words of wisdom stuck to you in the same way that a peanut butter sandwich stuck to the roof of your mouth. What was the point of being in love with Peter if he was never going to know? Afterall, it wasn’t like he’d see you as anything more than a best friend; he said so himself.
“I’m going to throw them out.” You said to Kitty as the two of you lined muffin pans with cupcake liners.
Kitty stared at you in confusion. “Throw what out, the cupcakes? We literally just made them.”
You shook your head with a laugh. “No, not the cupcakes silly. The letters.”
“Why would you do that? You wrote them only a few months ago. Don’t you want to look back on them when you’re old and single? It’ll help you reminisce over your non-existent love life.”
Despite your sister joking, you couldn’t help but think that her words may come true in the future. Afterall, you were a junior in college and had been holding on to a crush that started nine years ago. You’d been romance and boyfriend-less your entire adolescence and your adulthood wasn’t looking much better.
"Okay Kitty, we get it. You’re younger and have a blossoming romance with your table partner.” You glared at the girl before scooping batter into the newly placed cupcake liners. “But, I don’t want to dwell on romances that never amounted to anything. It’s easier to just throw away the letters and pretend as if these crushes didn’t send me into psychosis for months on end.”
Your sister shrugged, swiping her finger into the bowl of batter. Like clockwork, you reprimanded her and reminded her about the dangers of eating raw batter. “I think you should keep them. You didn’t pour your heart and soul out just so that these letters could head straight to the landfill. Also, that would be incredibly wasteful and you could’ve just written them on your phone.”
“It’s a cathartic experience to see your emotions transferred onto a piece of paper. Something you will understand when you’re older.” You said, opening the oven and sliding the pans inside. Once the door was closed, you set a timer and began to clean up the small pile of dishes that had accumulated in the sink.
Kitty sighed. “Just don’t do-,” Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and a very familiar voice calling out your name. Of course now was the time that Peter had decided to drop by.
You spun around, facing your best friend. “Peter! What are you doing here? I thought you were helping out with that robotics camp?”
He grinned and stifled a laugh as he took in your outfit. You had been wearing your favorite apron that said ‘kiss the baker (only if you’re spider-man)’ and now you donned an elbow length pair of dishwashing gloves. “Half of the kids got food poisoning from the pizza last week. Our meetup today was canceled.”
“Oh my gosh, are they okay?”
“They’ll be okay, I hope.”
You rolled your eyes in amusement and continued to tackle the dishes in the sink. Peter took this time to ask Kitty questions about her newfound romance since the girl hadn’t shut up about it all of last week. By the time the dishes were washed and the kitchen was cleaned, the cupcakes were finally done. You took them out of the oven and let them cool for a few minutes while you took the icing out of the fridge.
“What’s the special occasion?” Peter asked, leaning against the kitchen island. “Let me guess, a last minute bake sale that Kitty forgot to tell you about?”
You grinned and nodded. “At least this time she remembered to tell me 24 hours in advance.”
Later that night, you stared at the letters you had written. They were such intimate confessions, but you knew there was no point in holding on to them. The longer they stayed in your room, the longer you would continue to hold onto those feelings. With one last look, you tossed them all in the trash.
The next few days went on like normal. They consisted of going to the movies with Chris, grabbing lunch with Peter, and reluctantly braiding Kitty’s hair. Although summer was winding down to an end, you still enjoyed the routine of your days. Spending time with friends and family was all you could really ask for. It wasn’t until board game night that things took a turn.
Peter had been acting strangely all night. He hardly looked in your direction and when he did, his eyes focused on anything but you. Despite being such a chatty person, he had been quiet all night. Even when you had brought up Spider-Man; that usually sent him on a tangent that no one could stop. When the game was over and your father and Kitty called it a night, you and Peter had headed up to your room as usual. Typically, the two of you would talk about anything and everything, but Peter was as silent as a mouse. You tried to bring up things that he loved, but nothing seemed to work.
“Peter.” You said, waving your hand in front of his face. “Are you even listening?”
He nodded and mumbled, “Of course I am.”
You scooted closer, nudging his knee with yours. “You know you can always tell me what’s wrong.”
Peter shook his head and bounced his leg. Over the years of friendship, you’d learned that it was a nervous tic he had. “Not this. I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”
“We have all night.” You assured. “Can you at least try?”
Silence filled the room as Peter opted to stare at the floor instead. For a moment, you’d thought he had been offended. You were about to apologize for being so pushy when he began to speak.
“You’ve been in love with be since sixth grade?” For the first time all night, he had finally looked you straight in the eyes.
Your brows furrowed in confusion and you let out an awkward laugh. “Peter, what are you talking about? Are you feeling okay?”
“You wrote it in the letter.”
“What le-,” You paused mid sentence and it felt like your pulse had doubled within the last minute. Jumping off your bed, you rushed over to your trash can and began to pull everything out.
You frantically searched for the five envelopes which had just been discarded the other day. How was it that five love letters magically grew legs and walked to the post office? Luckily, four of them still remained in your room. However, Peter’s letter was nowhere to be found.
It took you a few minutes to accept everything you were in denial about. Your love letter to Peter had somehow been sent in the mail and now your best friend knew about the very intense feelings that you’d been hiding for nine years. If your life had been a movie, it certainly would’ve been in the horror genre. This was a nightmare that you desperately wanted to wake up from.
And to make everything worse, Peter started talking. “W-Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
Your cheeks burned and you were very glad that your back was towards him. Maybe that would make this conversation an ounce more bearable. “I… You’re one of my best friends. I’m not going to possibly ruin a friendship over some silly crush.” You scooped up all the trash that now covered the floor and put it back in the can.
Peter didn’t respond for a minute which made you even more anxious.
“It’s not silly.”
You stood up and awkwardly sat back down on your bed. This time, you left a deliberate amount of space between the two of you. Peter was probably repulsed by the entire situation. “It is silly. Besides, you weren’t even supposed to see that letter. I don’t know how it ended up in your mailbox.”
Peter’s head shot up at that. “It wasn’t?”
When you shook your head, a look of mortification crossed his features. “Now I feel awful for even bringing it up! It wasn’t like you even wanted me to see the thing. Did I mess everything up? Do you hate me?” He groaned and buried his face into his hands.
Despite everything, you laughed. “No Peter, it’s not your fault. I don’t even know whose fault this could be.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “Who knew about the letter? Maybe they could’ve snuck into your room and sent it out?”
“That wouldn’t make much sense though. Why send just one of the five letters? Why not send them all if they wanted to mess with me?”
“Five?!” Peter exclaimed. He looked at you in disbelief. His cheeks were even more flushed than they had been earlier. “I- I wasn’t the only person who got one?”
Now it was your turn to blush. “The rest were just crushes that I hardly knew. Guys who I created a fantasy of in my head.”
“Who?”
“What do you mean, who?”
Peter rolled his eyes with a snort. “Who else got a letter?”
“Oh.” You averted your gaze and looked at the trash can in which the letters sat. “Just some guys.”
He nudged your shoulder with his. “I don’t think this situation could get any worse.”
You sighed and looked back at him. “It could always get worse.”
“How?”
“Like if you actually acknowledged what I said and then rejected me or something. Or said that you were still in love with MJ. This could always get worse.” You rambled.
Peter looked at you with an expression that you couldn’t read. You had just made the entire situation worse because he probably wasn’t even going to actually bring the contents of the letter up again. Now, he was obligated to. Throughout your years of friendship, there had never been a quiet moment between the two of you; now neither of you wanted to speak.
“I, uh…” Peter trailed off, at a loss of words. He scratched the back of his neck and stared at the letter in his lap.
Your heart raced faster the longer the silence dragged on. You swallowed and took a deep breath. “Listen, why don’t we just pretend this never happened? I mean there’s not much to even talk about.” You grabbed the letter off his lap and stuffed it into your nightstand. “There, you never got the letter!”
He nodded slowly, as if he was unconvinced. “Right. You’re- you’re my best friend. Nothing could change that.”
You nodded back, a little too quickly to be natural. “Nothing at all. Best friends for life!”
Soon after that, you were ushering Peter out of the house. It was painfully awkward to be around him. Your skin felt like it was burning up and you felt like vomiting. This entire situation was making you physically ill. Once he was gone, you threw yourself onto your bed and screamed into your pillow.
“Is that a cathartic release of emotions?” Kitty asked, leaning against your door frame.
You bolted upright, staring at the young girl. She looked oddly smug as you narrowed your eyes at her. “Kitty.”
“Yes?” She asked, innocently batting her lashes at you.
In that moment, you knew she had to be the culprit. No one else knew about the letters, let alone knew that they would be in the trash. You lept off your bed and rushed towards the girl. With wide eyes, she sprinted towards her room.
“I am going to kill you!” You screamed as you chased after her.
“I didn’t do anything!” Kitty responded, slamming her bedroom door shut. You tugged at the door handle, only to find it locked.
Then, you began to pound on the wood. “Why would you do that?! What is wrong with you?” Your voice was loud enough to carry through the door separating the two of you.
"I said I didn’t do anything!”
You slammed your hand against the door even harder. “Open up!”
“No!”
It took a solid half hour for you to calm down and resist the urge to throttle your own sister. Despite her being a nuisance and possibly ruining your friendship with your best friend, you could understand why she had sent the letter. Kitty claimed that she was just trying to be helpful and play matchmaker. After all, she was only 13 and had grand ideas about love. At her age, you had been just as naive—if not more.
“I’m sorry.” She mumbled, looking glumly at her feet. “I thought that if he knew, he might confess that he’s in love with you too and then bam! You have a boyfriend.”
“And why would he do such a thing? We’re just friends.”
Kitty gave you a look. “Sure, just friends.” She said sarcastically. “He’s just a friend who looks at you like you hung the moon. But sure, just friends.”
You smacked her arm. “Stop it! Now you’re just lying.”
“I’m not! I am being completely serious. You don’t see the way he looks at you when you're not looking.”
“Kitty, Peter was in love with MJ for years. I know what he looks like when he's in love. And he’s not in love with me.”
“And I’m not the best sister in this house.” Kitty laughed and skipped off to the kitchen.
You watched her until she disappeared around the corner. In your mind, the last hour replayed on a loop. Peter had looked disturbed by the letter, hadn’t he? You shook off any thoughts of hope you had and went back to your room. There had to be some way to fix this situation, even if it took a little bit of magic.
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Ex-boyfriend Peter who still isn't over you. He sends you flowers, teddy bears, pretty jewelry, your favourite sweets, and he never leaves a note. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable or overstep!! You just think you have a secret admirer... No clue that he's put a camera in one of the stuffed animals. That he can see everytime you get undressed or play with yourself.
He didn't plan for this when he first started watching you. Just wanted to make sure your safe. Maybe you know he's watching you and decided to put on a show for him? He knew you missed him too <3 Maybe he'll pay you a visit soon.
He's delusion
ex-boyfriend stalker peter parker x fem reader (18+)
tommy!!! thank you for enabling my newfound spiderman agenda... i hope you enjoy some weird mutual yearning<3
word count: ~1.1k
-content warning: dubcon, voyeurism, stalking
Really, he should be over you by now.
It’s been months since you broke up with him for being too distant, too secretive. Oh, if only you knew how Peter was bursting at the seams to tell you everything. He may have gotten on his knees and begged you to take him back, but you didn’t budge. Peter did his best to respect your decision.
But he still wanted to be the reason you smiled everyday.
So he scrounged up the little money he had to send you flowers and sweets at work, just to see your face light up through the window. When he was able to save, he slipped pretty pieces of jewelry into your mailbox, and patted himself on the back when he saw you wearing it the next day.
Faith.
Peter Parker x reader
Synopsis: he was sick of being alone, he wanted you back, he wanted your love back so he played with faith
Peter Parker knew you believed in faith more than anything else, for you coincidences didn’t exist, for you everything was written, for you every single thing had a meaning
He loved that about you,
He remembers your days at high school when you would tell him that he could laugh if he wanted, but you and him were meant to be together since the day you opened your eyes, that the fac that he sat next to you in chem class on your first day wasn’t a coincidence at all
Of course he’d laugh, but deep down, he believed you were right,
Even more now, now that you have no idea who he was, now that you completely forgot about him just like the whole world did,
Nobody had any clue about who Peter Parker was
And the loneliness was becoming unbearable, he couldn’t sleep thinking about you, about what you two had
Before the spell cast, he made a promise, to both you and himself, he promised you that he’d come back, he’d make you remember
But unfortunately he never brought himself to do it
After Aunt May’s passing, he refused to get you involved in his life, he couldn’t bring himself to lose you twice
So instead of interacting with you, he checked on you, regularly
On socials, and in real life
He told himself it wasn’t weird, that he was just making sure you were alright from time to time
Until he realized that he unconsciously memorized your schedule more than his own,
That every evening he’d be at a roof, watching you from afar as you left your apartment to go to work, then come back home at exactly 9pm
That it was in fact a bit weird,
But he was eaten up by guilt, he wanted you god he wanted you, he wanted his girl back, his home, his everything
He just wanted to be held in your arms and just cry until no more tears could come out
He needed you, more than anything
It was a bad idea, god he knew that it was a real bad idea, he felt awful
But he wanted to be selfish for once, just this once, just for you
So he showed up
You were there, walking down the street holding in your hands few water packs, he couldn’t bring himself clearly see that you were struggling, it wasn’t really obvious but he knew you like the back of his hand
He knew that look on your eyes,
He thanked the universe for giving him such an opportunity to finally introduce himself,
Even if it hurts him to think that he has to pretend that he didn’t know you
Just like that, he pretended to notice you and slowly walked toward you, he couldn’t help the shaking of his hands
From excitement and anticipation, maybe a hint of fear too
“Excuse me-“ his words died in his throat when he saw you looking up at him, his eyes widening at the sight of you
Last time he saw you that close, it was five years ago when you were still a teenager
Now you’re…a woman
“Yes?” The slight confusion in your eyes made him snap out,
He had to fight the urge to just close up the distance and hug you tightly
“Y-you look like you need a hand…let me help you,” he finally managed to say, his lips forming a thin line
Your eyes soften a moment, you took few seconds to consider his offer “my apartment is a bit far I wouldn’t want to both-“ “no!” He worded it too quickly “I mean- I don’t really have anything to do so..”
You nod and hand him a pack “alright then! Thank you…?” he effortlessly held the water pack then paused a moment, he didn’t know if he should introduce himself with his real name,
He didn’t know if he could approach you again
Fuck it
“Peter, Peter Parker” he gave you a small hesitant smile
“Nice to meet you, Peter, I’m [name]”
His heart ached, he knew you, he knew your name, your favorite color, your favorite show, god he knew everything about you
“So..where do you live, [name]” he said giving you a smile and following you as you led the way
“About five blocks away” you explained looking at the man beside you, he looked cute
Really cute even
“That’s not that far” he replied giving you a small smile
“Mhm I just wanted to make sure you weren’t busy or anything, don’t like to bother people” your voice was music to his ears, he felt like crying by the familiarity of your discussion
“How can you bother me when I’m the one who offered to help you” his tiny chuckle made you smile,
“I really really hate bothering people” you insisted smiling as well
The rest of the walk to your home took place in small comfortable talks,
It wasn’t awkward or anything, it was just casual
And that broke him
He took a deep breath and told himself that it was worth it, that he was going to win you back, and who knows
Maybe your relationship will be even better than the old one
He tried to reassure himself as much as he could
Once arrive to your apartment, you let him in as he sets down the packs where you asked him to,
His gaze drifted up, taking a look at the small studio you lived in,
His heart ached at the nth time today, when he realized that he used to sneak in your teenage room, and now you have your very own apartment
The decoration was very minime but still very you,
He could see your favorite fluffy blanket on your couch, the small figurines you put on the shelves right under small pictures of you and your friends,
He paused at that, and took a look at each one
Pictures of you with Ned and MJ, pictures of you with your close friends, pictures of you with your family
He smiled his hand subconsciously reaching up to brush his finger against the picture of you Ned and MJ,
“Those are my high school friends” you explained from behind him “that’s Ned and MJ” you approached slightly
“They look…fun” he muttered
A chuckle escaped your lips “mhm! They are, we had the best days together” you explained a bit of nostalgia staining your words
“Are you…still friends?” He dared to ask
“Yeah, of course yeah” he observed your curved lips a moment, he loved the shade of whatever makeup you had on right now “it’s just that we grew up, we don’t have as much time as before to hang out” you explained softly
“Oh…sorry to hear that” he muttered stepping back from the wall where the pictures were settled on “it’s alright they’re still my very best friends” you smiled
He mirrored your smile, a deep sadness hiding behind it
He wondered how his life would have been if all that mess didn’t happen, if he would’ve been able to go to college, to grow up with his friends and you
His fist tightened
You smile having not idea that his mind was tormented “it’s a bit late, are tou hungry?”
He snapped out of his thoughts and cleared his throat, he felt his checks burning a little “o- oh? Yeah yeah totally”
“Don’t get too excited, I’m just gonna make instant noodles” you started heading to the kitchen
“I like instant noodles” he followed close behind you
“Who doesn’t?” You replied looking over your shoulder at him “so, sir Parker would you allow me to thank you by blessing you with my incredibly tasty noodles?”
A laugh escaped form him -a genuine one- that he hadn’t been able to come out for the last five years
“I do accept the offer, lady [name]” the banter between you was so easy, it reminded him of why he loved you so much.
Few weeks passed since you two ‘met’ you exchanged your phone numbers and he found himself texting you quite often
He thanked your belief on faith for that, if you weren’t that superstitious you probably wouldn’t have let him in so quickly
You guys bonded well, and it conflicted his heart in a bitter mix of sadness and happiness
He still didn’t know if he was sure of what he was doing, he wanted you back, but if things got serious maybe this time he won’t be telling you about his double life
He’ll keep you safe this time, safe and away from danger
He knew if the old you heard about his decision you’d call him an idiot, a stupid stupid selfish idiot who can’t let her make her own choices
But he thinks he deserves to be selfish
The two of you were sitting on a roof in the middle of the night, the only source of light was provided by the infamous buildings lights of New York
Your gaze was focused on admiring the latter, completely unaware of the mesmerized eyes of the young man fixed on your side profile
“It’s so pretty, I didn’t know this spot existed” you murmured breaking the silence
“Yeah? I often come here when…it’s too much” he matched your tone, low and slow “really? It’s kinda hidden, how’d you find it?”
He smiled at you “it’s a secret,”
You chuckled “you’re so annoying” you joked
He hummed “i don’t think you’d be sitting with me right now if i was really annoying” he couldn’t hide his smile anymore
You glanced at him, finally blessing him with those beautiful eyes of yours “you’re right,” his hand reached out, his fingers gently brushing against a strand of your hair
A soft silence took place, rocked by the familiar sounds of cars and few voices that reached the top of the building
“You know ” you started “I’m grateful I met you” you murmured your eyes fixed on his “I…you just fit in my life so well, as if you were always here”
He almost flinched at your words, his heart was beating fast now, really fast
“I don’t know if I mentioned it before, but I strongly believe in faith, I believe that every single thing that happens has meaning” his hand found yours, squeezing it real tight “l think meeting you was faith”
God, his heart ached
He pulled you closer, pulling you in a tight hug “yeah…that was definitely faith” he murmured “I don’t know what I’d do without you…actually I don’t even want to imagine it”
His voice creaked, because he knew life without you, he knew it damn well. And he had no intention in living it another time
Your hugged him back, chuckling at his reaction
“I’m glad I met you too” he murmured holding you closer “I- you’re the first person I let in ever since my aunt passed” his voice was shaking “thank you,”
You smiled “for what?”
“For being here, for being you.”
“That’s so corny” you murmured laughing, he froze and buried his face further into your neck “stop! I thought we were confessing a-“
He got cut by his phone ringing, his wince it really wasn’t the moment
He pulled back babbling few excuses as he pull out his phone, it was a signal from the police chief, they needed Spider-Man
He looked at you, then down at his phone
You gave him a worried look “Peter? Is everything alright?”
“O- yeah yeah yeah! Everything’s perfect! But I’m so so sorry I have to go” you blink “what? Where?”
He sighed wincing “I have- something super duper important like-“ “at midnight?”
Your frown made his heart tighten “are you sure it’s not anything serious?” He shook his head standing up “no no no! Nothing for you to worry I just have to go now!”
He was about to jump off the roof when he remembered you didn’t know about Spiderman, you didn’t know the truth
He sighed and gave you his hand to help you stand up
He accompanied you on the stairs to the entrance of the building, he apologized a million times before he ran to the opposite of where he lived
You just looked at his back while he ran, that was…weird
And you weren’t even surprised, it happened a lot of times before
You sighed and headed home, your hands tucked in your pockets
You were a bit disappointed, you expected the night to go a bit further,
You wanted to confess tonight, but seems like Parker had other things to do
It hurt you a tiny bit, but you just sighed and brushed it off
The next morning, you woke up to about twenty messages from Peter,
From apologies to lame excuses
You believed that he was sorry, but those excuse he found just didn’t sound right, not right at all
But you just ignored it, maybe he had a personal issue or something
So you quickly texted back saying it was alright, that you weren’t mad, which was true
It was a bit late in the evening when you finally finished your shift at the part time job you had to help yourself on the rent
You walked out of there adjusting your shirt when you saw a familiar head of brown curls waiting for you right at the entrance
Your eyes widened a bit when you spotted him, you couldn’t help but fasten your steps to meet him, taking note of the bouquet of flowers he had in hand
You smiled “Peter?”
He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard your voice, he immediately approached you smiled back at you
“There you are” he says stopping right in front of you
“Pretty flowers” you didn’t see his face yet, focused on the beautiful flowers he had “yeah? They’re for you, actually”
When he handed them to you, your heart swallowed with affection as you stepped forward to hug him tightly
“Thank you, they’re beautiful”
“Not as beau-“ “what’s that on your face?” Your frown made his words die in his mouth
Your hand immediately touched his bruised eye “Peter? What’s that?” You repeated the worry evident in your face
“I- it’s nothing really! I just fell the stairs an-“ he hissed when your finger pressed tighter against his bruised eye
“That doesn’t look like a fell Peter, did you get in a fight or something?” He sighed, louder than he intended to make it sound
“Please, it’s really nothing” his calloused fingers soothed the frown of your brows “don’t worry about it”
You sighed and looked at him
He just gave you a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes
A lot of weird things started happening since then, or rather you started noticing them more than before
Anytime you’d hang out he’d randomly disappear out of nowhere
He’d just get those weird signals on his phone then poof! Not there anymore
You started having doubts
But you stayed quiet about it
If he had something to tell you, he would. Right?
When you arrived to his apartment the first thing you noticed was how many computers he had
You knew Peter was a genius, and you always thought it was such a waste that he dropped college, but you didn’t know more about it, and you didn’t really ask more about it
You looked around “whoa, that looks…expensive as hell”
He smiled “it was,” he confirmed
You wandered around his small studio, it was a bit of a mess, but you couldn’t expect less from Peter,
Peter offered you a pair of shorts and a big shirt of his to make you more comfortable, which you agreed to with no hesitation,
That’s how you ended up there
The comfort you felt right now was unexplainable, the feeling of the bed dipping down under your two weights combined
His strong arms around you,
The hushed words you shared
The fact that bed was supposed to serve a single body made the whole thing even more snuggly
“You look so pretty in my clothes” he murmured smiling, his cheeks slightly red
“Do I?”
You were trapped between his body and the wall, your arms were wrapped securely around his waist while his own were holding you tightly against him
“I didn’t think your clothes would be so big on me” you murmured smiling
“Well, I’m not really lean you know”
Another chuckle escaped your lips as you tilted your head up to him “yeah I noticed”
“You sleepy?” He asked in a hushed voice
“A tiny bit”
It made him smile “then sleep”
His forehead gently rest against yours, shutting his own eyes as he took you in,
Then he remembered, he remembered the sleepless nights he spent here alone, the tears he cried because of how heavy his loneliness had been
And now here he was
With the love of his life, in bed, cuddling
He couldn’t be happier
He held you tight against him
Then again, his phone rings
You both sigh at the sound, both knowing it meant he had to go
You frown a bit looking up at him
“Peter, don’t tell me you’re really leaving” you sit up slightly on the bed
“I have to.”
“Why the hell do you have to? It can’t wait till tomorrow?” Your frown made his heart ache
“I’m really sorry, but it’s urgent” he quickly got up from the bed “just stay here alright? I’ll be back soon”
You sigh and stood up as well
His eyes followed you “What are you doing?”
“Going home”
He blinks “what? Why?!”
“What do you mean why Peter? I dont want to stay here waiting for you patiently while you’re out there doing god knows what!” Your tone made him wince
“Listen- I know! I know it’s very suspicious but trust me! It’s nothing weird” god he hates that look on your face
“Trust you? You’re not even telling me everything! Why would I trust you if you don’t!”
His heart sinks down his stomach, no, no no no he can’t lose you
Not again
“Please, I’m begging you just stay here, we’ll talk when I’m back okay?”
The trembling of his voice calmed you down, you look up at him still unconvinced
“I promise”
You sighed loudly
He stepped closer, holding you tight against his chest as his head dropped down on your shoulder
You didn’t hug him back, which made his chest hurt, but hey at least you’re not leaving
That was the most important,
And just like that, he pulled back, grabbed something you couldn’t quite identify before rushing out the apartment
You felt a frustration growing more and more in your chest
What was he hiding? Why couldn’t he share it?
You thought you two were close…you were just about to make things official
Why would he be acting like that?
You waited, and waited
A whole hour passed, then you got bored of your phone
You got up and started wandering around the apartment,
You stopped at his desk, and with a curious look you picked up a small familiar polaroid setting on the wood
It was a picture of you, one he took last week when you two went to the park together
You smiled, the thought of him keeping a picture of you there, where he could see you whenever he works on his nerdy shit
Then, you saw something
Your head tilts on the side when you picked up the piece of paper
You read the words there, recognizing Peter’s writing, you blink multiple times, rereading the same words over and over again, and your brain completely shuts down
Because I’m not just Peter Parker
I’m Spiderman
And at the exact same moment, you heard the door opening
You looked up just to find him there, Peter
He looked sweaty, and pretty beaten up which only confirmed what you just read
your eyes widened,
“[name]? God don’t tell me she left” he muttered then froze when he saw you
The paper in your hand
“Let me explain-“
“Explain what? That you’re Spiderman?! That everytime you left me there alone you were out there fighting psychopaths!” You snapped
“Yes?”
You took a deep breath, surprisingly you were kind of expecting it,
“Okay, okay alright” you sat down on the chair there “w- what do you mean I forgot everything? Please tell me” you muttered your voice shaky
“I-“ he shut his eyes a moment, then he approached you, kneeling down in front of the chair where you rested
His hands took yours, resting them on your laps
“Five years ago, an asshole revealed to the whole world my secret identity then you were in danger! Ned was in danger MJ was in danger aunt May was in danger so DR strange decided to cast a spell on everyone to forget who I am but I lot him to let you remember! But he just messed up I guess so no one knows who Peter Parker is”
You blink
He said all that in one single breath, his eyes grew teary as he kept going
“We were dating, I loved you- I love you! And you loved me! We were happy so so happy but then I made a huge mistake, I’m sorry” he explained breaking in sobs “I’m sorry…I love you I’m sorry”
Your own eyes grew teary at his words,
“Peter…why didn’t you just tell me” you muttered
“Aunt May…she died because of me- I didn’t- I can’t lose you too [name], you’re my everything I can’t-“ he sobbed even harder, his head dropping in your laps
Your breath hitched
“I had the right to know” you muttered your throat tightening
“I’m so sorry” he repeated again and again
“I love you” he muttered tilting his head up, his nose was red, his cheeks matching as his eyes were bloodshot
Your lip shivers
“I- I like you too Peter” you murmured “oh my god” you hugged him tightly “you’ve been alone all this time”
He sobbed and nodded against your stomach
“I’m so sorry” you muttered holding him “I’m here now…I’m here”
After you both calmed down, you found yourself in the bathroom patching him up,
You frown at his injuries
“How the fuck…” you muttered
“I was thrown at a building” he said shrugging, as if it was the most normal thing in the world
Your eyes widened
He gave you the tiniest smile
“I heal quicker too” he said a tiny spark in his eyes “tomorrow I’ll be fine”
“Of my god” you mumbled
His eyes soften
“You have the exact same reactions as the first time, you know” he murmured
You blink at him “really?”
His hand reached up, gently brushing your cheek as he nodded “same words same everything”
You smile “it’s not fair”
He tilt his head curiously
“You know me better than I know you, it’s cheating”
That made him chuckle “yeah? Well now you have all the time in the world to get to know me” he said softly
You smile, and shyly he leaned closer, pressing a tender kiss on your lips
You shut your eyes, losing yourself in his lips, god he tasted just like you imagined
He tilts your head down, moving his lips along with yours, your hand grabbed his hair, making him hum
He loved that,
He felt good.
He was finally home.
Maybe it was really faith after all.
A/n: IDK ABOUT THIS OKAY I rushed a bit but I was too impatient to post it cuz I love Peter sm AND I WAS SICK OF ONLY FINDING SMUT UGH
summary: your childhood enemy & classmate of years—peter parker—texts you about studying, but you mistake his contact for your boyfriends...
whiny!peter, he quadruple texts ofc, switch!peter x switch!reader, haha couldn't make up my mind on who the sub is, crazy overstim, handjob, no BND spoilers, except peter turns arachnid at the end (just evil spider things)
and you're not really enemies but you're very familiar and have lots of banter iykwim
sorry this whole thing is a mess like wtf is even happening but hope u sluts enjoy
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fresh out the shower, clutching a towel to your chest, you sighed and sat down to check your phone.
5 new notifications.
10:46
handsome: shower? send pic ;)
now
spider-freak: fine
spider-freak: but the chem tst is tomorw and we have tk study
spider-freak: typos. am swinging
spider-freak: ANSWER?
whatever. peter parker was the least of your concern after the argument you two last had.
you stripped the blanket off and found your tall mirror, sitting on the carpeted ground with eyes glued to the message. you'd sent pictures before, but never this naked.
though today, you were intent on getting those compliments from your boyfriend.
spread legs? no.
knees up? wow. no.
you settled the towel lazily around your hips and shoulder, keeping your boobs exposed down to your smooth and freshly-shaved thighs. you squeezed them together and stretched up a little to slim your stomach, and cracked a picture of your body through the mirror.
nice.
oh, but you were, of course, nervous about it. so with trembling fingers you quickly sent the photo off, leaving a 'fuck chemistry' under peter's frantic messages, and then you chucked your phone away, adrenaline coursing through your veins. at least now both of them could leave you alone.
but an immediate ping came from your device. slowly, you went to fetch it, and with eyes squeezed shut you clicked the screen to life.
now
handsome: why r u talking about chemistry?
just now
spider-freak: gosh baby
spider-freak: please call me pls
spider-freak: typing...
heart stopping, your phone crashed against your floor once again and you held your feverish head in your hands. jesus fucking christ, jesus christ. what've you done?
panicking and racing around your room, beating yourself up about the foolish mistake, you shuffled clothes on and threw yourself in bed. you couldn't even bare to pick the phone back up as it pinged relentlessly.
suddenly, your window slid open from the side of your bedroom. your horrified eyes met peter parker's, and you scanned his panting form in his spider suit, flushed in the cheeks with the night sky behind him.
"peter, get out," you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as you slowly became nauseous.
he stepped over to you and looked you up and down. "what do you mean?" he muttered, but you could hear the smile in his voice before you even turned up to look at him, throwing his mask to the side. his hand caressed your warm head. "didn't know you had such pretty pictures for me."
"it wasn't for you!" your face was red and hot.
but he was still smiling. "why'd you send it, then?" his boyish voice cracked, hand coming down to hold your jaw. "i came all this way for more."
"w-what?" you whispered. you were confused and still angry, shoving his hand away to stand up and pace your room again. "i can't believe this is happening. . . peter, you need to go. now."
"but. . ." a frown came to his face, hand raking through his hair. you came to him and pushed him down on the bed, pointing a finger. "i want you to forget this ever happened. that picture was meant for my boyfriend."
"why didn't you say so?" he pouted, hands fidgeting at his sides. and then he touched your waistband, kind of sliding underneath it audaciously. his breath hitched. "you know, i never was a fan of your boyfriend."
your skin lit on fire. "yeah?" you breathed.
his pale hand went up your exposed stomach to the crop of your tank top. "he's had you sending those pictures to him instead of me, all this time."
your hand found his sweaty neck, and you began to grow fond of you touching him and him touching you.
his puppy eyes looking up at you, you leaned into his hands and smiled. he wanted something. "what'd you come here for?"
peter swallowed on a dry throat. "i-i don't know."
with a sudden wave of confidence, you straddled his lap on your bed and your shorts met the bulge under his suit. his breath hit your face.
"i think you do know," you said, holding his face. you ground your hips against his lap one time, and he whimpered.
"i do," he folded. "i came cause i wanted to see you." his voice was small and rushed, his mouth finding the crook of your neck. "you looked so ready on my phone, i-i couldn't imagine a pretty girl like you bein' all alone like that."
"did you like the picture?"
you felt the outline of his cock against your clothed cunt, and his hand found your hip. "yeah."
"how much?" your stomach fluttered, as you found the zip on his suit and loosened it to expose his upper body.
"a lot."
"it made you hard?"
he moaned a reply, dick twitching noticeably, seemingly losing whatever courage he'd had in the beginning. "real' hard. . ." he whined, before rambling cluelessly, "y-you know, we don't have to study anymore, we can just–"
you shut him up with a kiss on the lips, wet and sloppy and he barely knew how to reciprocate it. you felt his abs underneath your fingertips and went down beneath the loose suit, to his tight boxers, and he cried into your tongue, falling back on his elbows.
"i don't know," he babbled, licking his lips as you pulled away and a string of saliva stretched between your mouths. "i'm like, really close. i don't know if i can. . ."
"i'll make you cum," you offered, grinding against him and your hand. "how 'bout it?"
he nodded vigorously. "please."
you pulled his cock out and your lips parted at the sight of his girth and length, and you fisted him slowly. but your thumb and forefinger couldn't even connect around its' circumference. his veins lined your palms and you swiped up to his tip, watching as his jaw fell and a heavenly sound left it. "fuck, your hand feels so good."
you could tell he was a second away from exploding. and you went faster, the moonlight glinting against his slick tip and shiny biceps. "i'm gonna cum," he whimpered.
"do it. cum all over yourself, peter." you jerked your wrists, clenching at the sight of him. his big hands squeezed your flesh enough to bruise.
"'m sorry, d-don't wanna hurt you." but he kept squeezing, heaving and twitching.
"i like it."
"yeah?" he grunted. "what do you like, baby?"
your cheeks reddened, stroking him slower to process your own arousal as it thrashed against your belly. "your hands. . .your cock."
his hips jerked and you practically jumped, biting your lip. "nnngh—you're so good. s-so good at that," he squeaked, throwing his head back as a strand fell to his slick forehead.
but then he pulled up a strained hand, gripping your face for leverage. "use my hand, baby."
you laughed at his mindless sex-driven movements, using a free hand to maneuver his own away before shoving two of his long fingers into your mouth. his half-lidded eyes shot open and he looked at you in disbelief, eyebrows knit together as tears brimmed his waterline. you swirled a tongue around his salty fingers, taking him deeper.
with one more stroke, his hips flicked and his cock was so hard it looked like it'd rip apart, and a thick rope of cum spurted from him and dressed your chin, along with his own fit chest.
"u-ugh." he came harder, white stuff sticking to his abs. "i'm sorry, b-baby. 'm makin' a big mess."
you sucked on his hand, clit pulsing in your panties. you wanted him to help you so badly, but watching his own orgasm somehow felt better. he suddenly ripped the hand away and gripped your sheets. "too much," he huffed.
with newfound motivation, you stroked him slowly, up and down with drool seeping down your chin. "one more time," you suggested cheerfully. but a pained groan left his throat. "o-oh god, baby. you gotta let go."
"come on."
"fuck, fuck." his collarbones shone with sweat, and his eyes fluttered shut. his flesh was so hot in your hands. "no more," he whined helplessly, squirming.
you twisted around him, coupled with an unhinged jut of your little hips, which he forced down to stop. "please, peter. one more time."
his sensitive dick pulsed in your hands. and then he came, and came and came, until his entire chest was dripping with cum and you were more than ecstatic, but peter was sniffling.
peter then sprang up from his spot and wrapped you in his arms, kissing and nipping your skin, uncaring for your tank top and how it moistened from his sweat and arousal against you. your stiff nipples pressed onto him and you giggled.
"you're a crazy girl", he muttered, slobbering all over your mouth and cheek. you panicked a little from how overwhelming he was, and, in a flash, he had you on your back as he climbed on top of you.
"you wanna make me cum twice?" he snarled, licking your chest. his hasty hands aggressively threw up your shirt and tore off your shorts.
uh-oh.
"i'll show you," he insisted. "three times? maybe four, for this needy little cunt."
you'd never even imagined those words coming from his mouth. but his eyes were somehow darker, like fully black, and his grip was oddly stronger.
"peter—"
he swallowed your desperate protests, heavy dick bobbing against the thin fabric of your useless panties. "you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
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imagine a peter parker x reader fic with the plot of 27 dresses 🤤🤤🤤🤤