pov- imagines

GET THE GIRL- P. PARKER

pairings: peter parker x reader, mentions of ned, betty, mj, and brad
warnings: unrequited love (kind of?? implied), lotsss of pining and fluff, a little long
about: ! (DF4) "you fell asleep, i couldn't move." + (DF31) "maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance."
a/n: been wanting to write a peter parker friends to lovers for a while, so thank you so so much for requesting this. i swear i don't usually take this long?? i got carried away and it got way longer than i expected, i hope you enjoy! thank you for requesting!

peter thinks it's hopeless. the cliche he's stuck in seems cruel- no matter what the movies you (and, fine, yes, him sometimes) make him watch say. nothing that happens in them ever transpires to real life; beautiful girls don't fall in love with their nerdy best friends and guys like peter parker don't get the girl.

it's fun to fantasize, though. and especially fun to look at you, particularly when you're laying on his bed, oblivious to him standing in the doorway, observing as you twist your neck to get a good look at the polaroids he hung up on his wall. a familiar smile grows on your face when your eyes scan them, flickering to the polaroid camera you got him for christmas years ago.

you move to try to get a better look at them without standing up, glancing down when you feel a sharp edge poke at your skin. he watches as your eyebrows furrow in possibly the prettiest way possible and you pull out a polaroid from under you. and oh, peter is just now realizing exactly what that photo is and why it's on his bed instead of hanging off the empty miniature clothespin that comes from the pack you thrust at his chest when you noticed the increasing pile of pictures on his desk.

he's moving on autopilot towards you, the foot already halfway through the door used as a stepping stone to go to your side faster. he's with you in less than three steps, tugging on your ankle and then tackling you as sensibly as possible, laying his whole body on yours. you oof, dropping the picture, having seen it for too little to really question it, and laugh breathlessly.

"pete!" you wheeze, curling your arms around his back, one of your hands absentmindedly drawing figures through his hoodie and your other one inching up to his hair, already beginning to thread through the chocolate curls.

"yes?" he hums innocently, furtively grabbing the polaroid you dropped and shoving it in the pocket of his hoodie before his arms wrap around your thighs.

"i told you if you keep doing that, one day you're gonna get hurt," you scold, looking attentively as peter leans his head against your chest.

"me?" he questions, feeling you nod under his cheek.

"uh huh, you. you'll hit your head or something. for a spider-"

"spiderman. superhero," peter corrects.

you ignore him, "you are really clumsy." peter huffs in dissent, letting a comfortable silence blanket over the both of you for a minute before he looks up at you. "what?" you ask, a smile brimming at the edges of your words.

you're so pretty, peter wants to say, but instead, he goes with a more best-friend-friendly question, "d'you wanna watch a movie?"

you nod at him, pulling your hands away from his head to play with the strings of his hoodie, "sure, what do we want to watch today?" peter's eyes immediately light up, and you realize you never actually needed to ask.

"fine," you agree, trying not to grin too hard at the way his face brightens. "which one?" you request, watching his freckled cheeks flush pink in excitement.

"sixth one. the best one, of course."

you smirk, shrugging, "right, don't know why i asked, i basically know the movie word for word now." peter can't help but give you heart eyes at the knowledge of your knowing the script of his favorite movie. god, you really were the dream girl.