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So You Don’t Hate Me?

Peter Parker x Reader

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Summary: Peter takes you out on the streets of Prague during the night to come clean to you with a secret he’s been hiding, but you assume it’s for a reason to tell you something else.

Warnings (not really): Small amounts of swearing. This involves Far From Home, but there are NO SPOILERS. The beginning just won’t make a lot of sense if you haven’t watched it yet.

Peter grunted when he stumbled into the Carlo IV Hotel where his class was staying in Prague. Thankfully he made it back safely without much harm. As Peter walked up the stairs, he spotted Ned and he instantly sighed with relief.

“Ned,” Peter whispered loudly as he jogged up. Ned turned towards Peter’s voice and he widened his eyes. Ned swiftly made his way towards Peter near the top of the stairs and wrapped him into a thankful hug that expressed his gratefulness without words.

“Thanks for what you did today, man,” Ned whispered, pulling away from the hug with a smile. Peter nodded and patted Ned on the back.

“Anytime bro,” Peter smiled. “Anyway, so you know how we’re flying to Paris tomorrow? Well, I’m gonna take (Y/N) to the Eiffel Tower and-“ he trailed off when he saw the sympathetic look Ned cast him.

Ned scratched the back of his head. “Yeah Peter about that, we’re all actually flying home tomorrow.”

Peter grew silent and processed Ned’s words with his mouth hanging slightly open, a look of shock staining his face. “W-what?”

“We were all informed about how worried our families were because of how chaotic and dangerous our trip has been so far,” Ned sadly told Peter. “I’m just as bummed as you are, man.”

Peter shook his head and stared at the floor with disappointment. He had everything mapped out for tomorrow with you and it just had to be canceled. “Thanks for telling me, Ned,” Peter said after lifting his head to meet Ned’s apologetic eyes. “Do you by any chance know which room (Y/N)’s staying in?”

“Sure yeah, it’s right there,” Ned replied, pointing to a door nearby from where the two were standing by the stairs. “Good luck Peter and thanks again,” he said as he waved him goodnight and headed to his room.

Peter sighed once Ned entered his room and then stared at your door. He decided that tonight would be the night Peter would confess his feelings to you. He quietly made his way to your room and stopped in front of your door. He took a deep breath and raised his fist to knock until the door swung open simultaneously.

There you stood behind the door just as shocked as Peter looked. You were wearing gray sweats with a navy blue tank top and the slippers the hotel provided. Your hair was pulled back into a ponytail with some loose strands blocking a little bit of your face. Although your appearance might have appealed not as decent to others’ eyes, Peter still thought you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

You blew the loose strands out of your face and raised an eyebrow. “Peter? What are you doing here?”

Peter held in his breath and shoved his fists into the pockets of his pants. “I could ask you the same question, (Y/N).”

You let out a little laugh and crossed your arms. “This is my room, idiot.”

Peter widened his eyes with realization and awkwardly let out a laugh. “R-right, I knew that. Ned actually told me this was your room.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and said, “But why are you here?”

Peter mentally face-palmed himself and nodded. “Right. Um, well, so Ned told me we’re leaving tomorrow and I’ve been, uh, planning on telling you something for a while now so I just wanted to know if. .” Peter scratched the back of his head. “Um. .”

You sighed at Peter’s nervousness and stepped further back inside your room, closing the door at him, leaving a shocked and embarrassed Peter staring at the door.

“Stupid me,” he muttered at himself. “She closed the door on you because you couldn’t even handle how to put words together.” Peter started to head down the hallway to his own room until he heard a door open behind him. He turned around to see you out of your sweats and slippers and instead in a pair of jeans and sneakers. You closed your door and headed towards Peter with a nod.

“Do you want to maybe go outside, take a walk, and try having you redo that again?” you asked, offering him a smile as you zipped up a sweater that covered your tank top.

A grin grew on Peter’s lips as he stared briefly stared at the floor to hide his blush. “Yeah, sure.”

Together the both of you walked out of your hotel to start off on your stroll. As you slowly walked down the Charles Bridge, you watched as Peter pretended to admire the stars because he was too afraid and nervous to meet your gaze. Moments later, Peter turned to face you with the tiniest smile on his face.

“So, um, I’ve been meaning to tell you something important for a while now and I never thought any time would be a great time to tell you, but I think it’s time now,” Peter nervously said while fiddling with the gift he had for you in his pocket. He drew in a large breath and exhaled saying, “(Y/N), I-”

“-don’t want to be your friend anymore,” you finished with a small smile.

Peter took a sudden step back to look at you with confusion. “No! No. Where did you even come up with that idea?”

You shrugged. “I thought it was kind of obvious. We used to be the best of friends along with Ned and suddenly you started disappearing all the time. Our weekly hangouts as trios turned into hangouts as duos and I don’t know. Both of us haven’t really talked a lot since. .maybe months ago. We never talk anymore and since you’ve started disappearing, I’ve been putting the pieces together that you’re avoiding me and that you don’t want to be my friend anymore.” You looked away from Peter and stared at a nearby building to fixate your look of sadness onto that. “I know that you hate me.”

Peter didn’t say anything for a few moments. Instead, he just blinked and processed your words. Then it hit him. “No, no, no, no, (Y/N). You’ve got it all wrong.”

You turned to him and crossed your arms. “How could I be wrong? Give me your reason.”

“I’m Spider-Man,” Peter blurted out with his eyes widening as soon as those words left his mouth.

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “That’s the stupidest excuse you’ve ever come up with. Even worse than those excuses you come up with before you disappear during school.”

Peter shook his head and said, “No, this isn’t an excuse. I’m being serious. (Y/N), I’m Spider-Man. The Stark Internship a long time ago before the snap was an excuse I used as a way to leave and fight whoever I needed to. I disappear to be Spider-Man.”

You squinted as you searched for signs of lying on Peter’s face. “Is this what you’ve been trying to tell me?”

Peter laughed and said, “No actually. I wasn’t planning on telling you until I had to tonight.”

You took a step back and stared at the ground. “That just doesn’t make any sense. Even if you are Spider-Man then why did you just suddenly drop me out of your life? You certainly kept Ned in it and you sure as hell were fine with replacing me with MJ. It’s like I’m not here anymore and your Spider-Man excuse doesn’t cover it. You always have time for them, but never for me.” Your voice cracked into a sob and you covered your mouth as tears fell to the ground. “What happened, Peter?”

Peter rushed closer to you, gently wiped away your tears, and pulled you into a tight hug. You tried pushing away from him, but that only resulted in Peter squeezing you tighter. You gave in and rested your head against his chest, finding comfort as you listened to his heart loudly beat. After a few minutes, you both pulled away from the hug and you felt Peter grab your hands and intertwine them with his.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry (Y/N),” Peter apologized with sadness and regret in his eyes as he stared away from you. “I’m such an idiot. I didn’t even realize how much I’ve been neglecting our friendship and I didn’t even think about how you felt about all of this. I’m the worst friend.”

You shook your head and squeezed his hands, making him lock eyes with you. “No, you’re not Peter. Don’t beat yourself up by thinking like that. Why don’t we start over and have you explain what’s been going on. .sound good?”

Peter nodded eagerly and the smile that crossed over your face made him calm down with ease. “The reason I’ve been talking to Ned and mostly MJ a lot lately is that I’ve been asking them for advice on how to confess my feelings to this girl I like. I didn’t replace you with MJ and I’m so sorry I made you feel that way. It’s just that MJ is a girl and usually girls are good with girl advice, but she’s. .not.”

Confusion and hurt swept your mind as you furrowed your eyebrows. “Why didn’t you just ask me for advice on this girl you. .like?”

A smile broke out on Peter’s face as he admired at you for a second, observing all your features. “Why would I ask advice from the girl I want advice on?”

You stared at Peter for a moment until you decided to punch his shoulder.

Hard.

“(Y/N)! What was that for?!”

“I wanted to make sure that this was all real!” you defensively said, raising your hands up.

Peter rolled his eyes with a smile and said, “I just confessed my feelings for you and the first thing you do is punch me in the shoulder? What a great reaction, (Y/N).”

You broke out into laughter and grinned. “So you don’t hate me?”

“Other than the fact that you just punched me really hard, I don’t see any reason as to why I should,” Peter laughed in response. “I like you, (Y/N).”

“And I like you too, Peter. .even though you’re still an idiot for making me feel stupid,” you joked. Then, you leaned forward to press a kiss onto Peter’s cheek, running away before he could even react.

Peter stood still for a second before jogging after you on the bridge while shouting, “Wow, all I get is a kiss on the cheek?”

He watched as you turned your head back while running and winked at him. “You’ll have to use your webs to come and get me, Spidey Boy.”

“Oh, it is on!” Peter exclaimed with excitement as he chased after you onto the streets of Prague, leaving both of you nothing but a night full of fun.

Masterlist

Hi!! These are all my fics for those who care :))

Peter Parker

Proper Introduction

Worth It

Little Peter (Part One)

Little Peter (Part Two)

Not Himself

So You Don’t Hate Me?

Dork

Did You Know I’m Writing A Book?

Steve Rogers

Last Time

Chivalry Isn’t Dead

Close Your Eyes

Bucky Barnes

Morning Person

I’m Not Sleepy

I’ll Always Wait for You

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (also some Cindy x Peter)

Warnings: Some slight angst, a lil bit of co-dependency (it’s very slight of you read into it but not heavily described)

A/N: wrote this on the train and immediately posted on my phone so this is not proofed and I’m sorry for any typos. just something short and brief I did. Also the formatting of weird because I posted on my phone so I’m super sorry for that :(

It feels weird to see Peter with someone else.

For as long as you could remember it had always been Peter and Y/n. You had known each other practically since diapers seeing as May and your mom were close.

And in all those years of getting to know each other’s crooks and crannies you had never pictured Peter with a girlfriend. Had never imagined him looking at someone else when you were there.

It felt wretched to watch him fall in love with some girl the two of you hardly knew but you couldn’t say why.

Cindy was a lovely girl. She was smart, pretty, and kind, all the basic adjectives that people look for in partners. Cindy was strong willed and had a way of making everyone in the room agree with her. It was never in a malicious way but rather a sense of right and wrong.

Y/n couldn’t understand why she didn’t like Cindy. Why did you feel that Peter would be better suited off with someone else?

It was one of those days where Cindy was crashing the pair's lunch and Peter was all preoccupied with Cindy and her new hairdo.

You could feel your eyes squinting at the pair with jealousy ? No, why would you be jealous? You certainly didn’t want a boyfriend. At least you didn’t think so. Now thinking about it you had never really thought about having a significant other. You had Peter, what else was there to think about?

That night after your midnight call with Peter you stayed up and came up with a mental list of what you want in a partner.

They would have to be smart of course. How else would they be able to understand the complex conversations Peter and you had? Obviously understanding because you were aware of the complications of having a boy best friend. You wouldn’t stand for any internalized misogyny taken outwardly on you. Caring is a big one. Like the one time Peter helped a mean lady cross the street who afterwards hit him with her cane. He still smiled and wished her well and Y/n thinks she’d just about fall in love with anyone who was that kind.

While coming up with this mental list Y/n paused on the thoughts. You thought about how you could fall in love with any person who was like Peter essentially.

Holy shit you were in love with Peter.

Now this revelation ruined your night and the following morning because you had to avoid Peter.

How are you meant to confront your best friend who had a girlfriend that you’re in love with him?

Simple you don’t.

Peter tracks you down at the end of the day and immediately corners you. At that moment you think you may explode. He has this look on his face full of adoration, love, and worriedness. Like you’re the most important person in the world. But you’re not. Cindy is. And so this harsh reality brings you back down to earth where life is cruel. You push past him saying nothing is wrong and that you have to get home. At this he grabs your arm turning you to face him and you melt. He has a pained look on his face as if your truth can stop him from his internal mourning.

You soften and fall into his touch as if you two were in a silent limbo. As you put your hand to his face he closes his eyes and leans into your warmth.

You look at him with so much love and he would never know. It pains you to think he isn’t yours to love. With that you whisper,

“I’m sorry….I love you”

and lean up a bit to kiss him on his cheek. His eyes flutter open and he is on the verge of tears. A few have fallen past your eyes and you smile. A pained broken smile but a smile nonetheless. He takes a gulp and right as he is about to speak when you hear Cindy calling his name out.

She’s his and he’s hers. Your smile tightens and you leave his grasp as he reaches out for you once more you leave the building and Peter thinks he may die. He’s lost you and isn’t sure anything other than you can console his grief.

The following weeks are uncomfortable. Peter is still with Cindy and while you knew the pair wouldn’t break up because of your silly feelings, a part of you hoped, dreamed he would be yours again.

You no longer sit with the pair but every once and a while look up from your current spot to feel eyes on you. Peter has a distant look while Cindy talks to him. Unaware their relationship has completely shifted. He glances at her and does a nod to indicate he is listening to her. You know his mind is elsewhere and you can’t help but feel guilty for ruining your friendship as well as his relationship.

Although you two haven’t spoken in over a month you feel just as in love with him as the day you realized. In a pathetic way you think you could love him forever with the same intensity.

The following week Peter shows up unannounced. Your mom is glad to see him and asks how May is. His response is brief before begging to know if you’re home.

When he comes into your room he is met with your tear stained face and his lip quivers. He knows he is the cause of your pain and he wants to rip his own heart out and beg you to accept it to stop your tears. Neither of you speak. Staring at each other with such intensity and so much emotion there aren’t words to put to it. He speaks first with a simple,

“We broke up.”

Your first reaction is to wrap your arms around him and sooth his back. You feel him crying into your shoulder and you allow him to go through his sadness. He cries for what feels like hours but in reality was only the length of a sitcom run. When he looks up at you from your chest with red puffy eyes he leans up and catches your lips in his own.

You feel escatic he’s finally yours. As you both pour years of loss into the kiss you pull away gasping. You don’t want him like this. You don’t want to be his rebound. You want him at his best first before you can accept his worst.

You tell him this of course and his puppy dog eyes come out faster than you’d like. He begs and grovels at your feet saying you’re all I want.

And while this is everything you want to hear it is not how you want to hear it.

“Peter I love you. I love you so much the past month was agony to be away from you but I can’t be your second choice. I won’t be. I deserve better than that and you know it,” and while you choke on your breath after speaking your truth he grabs your face in his large palms and forces you to look at him in his eyes. They show so much adoration for you and you feel as if you may take your words back but you know you must stay strong. Love mustn’t allow you to change your morals.

“I love you Y/n and I’ll wait as long as you need but I need you to know I only have eyes for you. I’ve only loved you and I only will. I’m your 100% and the reason why I came over here was because I had to let you know. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. The day you kissed me changed my life forever and opened up a new emotion I’d never felt before. When you left I wanted to die. I couldn’t stand the thought of you hurting and I’m sorry it took me to long to end this with her I just hadn’t properly come to my feelings yet but I’ll wait. I’ll wait for you because I love you,” and the way he speaks brings warmth and tightness to your chest. You kiss him once more and part with your forehead resting on his.

“Thank you for waiting for me.”