Peter x Reader Oneshots

You're Perfect

Peter x Insecure Reader

Requested by: HorrorBendyJackson

Your Perspective

Lately, I've been having a hard time with myself. I feel so uncertain. Am I enough? Can I do it? How am I supposed to live when I am so unsure about myself. Am I too much? Do they hate me? Did I talk too much? Did I not talk enough? It's difficult not knowing where you stand. Especially when you feel like you don't belong anywhere. What is my own worth?

Just another day. I laid in bed waiting for something different to happen. But nothing happened. I got up and prepared for work. I really need to wash my work clothes. They smell like they have been fried in grease. I put them on anyway and sprayed myself down to not smell like a walking restaurant. I walked out the door, ready for another tiring day at work. When I got there, TK was waiting for me. I was late...again.

"(y/n)... I'm getting worried about you. This is the 7th time you've been late recently. I can't keep covering you forever."

I frowned. He must really hate me.

"I'm sorry TK. I'm alright. Just hanging in there. My alarm clock is broken. I need a new one."

I didn't want to lie. But I also didn't want him to worry. He sighed.

"It's alright. I understand. Let's just get to work."

He smiled at me reassuringly. He knew how to make me feel a bit better about myself. I got to work. Serving customers left and right. Everything was running smoothly. Then...

"Hey!"

A grumbly voice called out towards me. I turned around, startled by the man.

"This was supposed to be room temperature! It's too hot!"

He pointed at the coffee I served him. I came over.

"I'm sorry about that. We are short staffed today. It's a little hectic in the kitchen. I'm sure if you let it sit for a little bit, it will cool down and become room temp-"

"NO! I don't care about your short staff! Give me a refund and a new drink!"

"I'm sorry sir. I'm not allowed to give refunds for something like this."

He growled and stood up. He aimed for my face. I shut my eyes waiting for an impact. But nothing came. I opened my eyes to see a man grabbing hold of the other man's fist and glaring him down. The gray hairless man spoke.

"It's not their fault your coffee isn't room temp! You shouldn't be attacking anyone either! Especially them! Why can't you just be patient and wait for your coffee to cool down. It's such a simple thing to understand."

The man let go of his fist and grabbed my hand and walked me away. The whole time the man was holding my hand, he had a goofy smile on his face. He led me to a booth and sat us down. I sat across from him. He spoke with a worried tone.

"Are you ok?"

He seemed a little nervous and kept adjusting his outfit as if he was trying to look nice. I felt my eyes water up. I was so tired. Lucy really needs to help me with rent. TK is probably tired of me. A tear ran down my cheek. Now I almost get punched by a customer. Another tear fell. The man stood up and sat next to me. He put a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Hey hey it's ok. That guy was a prick. Don't let him or anyone else get to you."

I looked at him with tired teary eyes. He seemed so concerned. Why does he care? I began to cry my eyes out. I put my face in his chest. He held me and rubbed my back gently.

"Talk to me."

I sobbed into him. It was hard to calm myself down. He was probably getting annoyed at this point. He was so gentle though...

"It's ok... Just breathe. I'm here."

I steadied my breathing. I finally said something.

"I just feel like I do so much but is never seems to be enough."

I gulped down more tears and sighed.

"I feel so confused all the time. I just want to be sure about myself."

He lifted my chin to make me look at him in the eyes. He smelled like sweets.

"You are enough. And if anyone thinks otherwise, I will kill them."

I was a little taken back but I didn't really feel too fazed by what he said. He continued.

"You're perfect. So...perfect." 

He trailed off as he seemed to get lost in my eyes. He grew closer. I could feel his warm breath on my face.

"(Y/n)? Where have you been?" 

It was TK. The man backed away seeming to be annoyed by the interruption. TK saw my red puffy eyes and looked at me surprised and concerned. Then he looked angry.

"Has this man been bothering you?"

TK dragged the man out of the seat ready to beat him up.

"No! He hasn't! He was helping me..."

TK let him go. The man glared at TK. TK sighed.

"You should go home (y/n)."

"But what about-"

"No buts. Go home. Take a break. I will cover for you."

I knew TK wasn't gonna take no for an answer. I sighed. I stood up and began to prepare to leave. The man spoke as I was getting ready.

"Would you like me to walk you home?"

"Are you sure? I don't want to bother you anymore than I already have."

"You haven't bothered me at all. So will you let me."

"Ok. You can walk with me."

Wait... How did he know I walked home?