𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟓

Have We Met? ❀

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer waitimcomingtoo on Tumblr

https://waitimcomingtoo.tumblr.com/post/189382498922/could-u-possibly-write-something-about-peter-x

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → fluff, stupid guys

Summary → You know Peter is Spider-Man, but you flirt with each other in public as if you've never met.

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The first time Spider-Man saved your life, you didn't know who he was.

You were walking home from school when a drunk driver swerved and started barreling towards you. You froze out of fear and were about to be hit when your body was lifted off the ground and began soaring though the air. You felt a tight grasp around your waist and shut your eyes as you held on for dear life to whatever was pulling you away from your certain death. You wondered briefly if you were flying to heaven. Your feet touched the ground once again but you didn't allow yourself to open your eyes. Tears were gushing out of your clenched shut eyes, your mascara running them, but nothing could make you open your eyes. Nothing but a soft voice from a familiar source.

"It's okay. You're okay. I got you." The voice said as they held you tightly and stroked your hair. You wrapped your arms around their waist, not even caring who it was, and cried into their chest.

"You're safe. Nothing will hurt you up here. I won't let it." The voice said again. You realized then that they were crying too. You squeezed them tighter and rested your head over their heartbeat until yours slowed down.

"It's okay, Y/n. You can open your eyes." The voice told you.

Upon hearing your name, you slowly opened your eyes and found yourself pressed into a muscular red and blue chest. You moved back a little, still in their arms, and saw the masked face of Spider-Man.

"Spider-Man?" You asked.

"I-I hope you don't mind. I kinda watch you walk home everyday. Not in a stalker way, I promise. In an "I care about you and need to know you're safe" kinda way. I saw the car heading towards you and I just kinda swooped in." Spider-Man said sheepishly.

"Are you crying?" You heard the strain in his voice but couldn't see through the mask.

"That's the "I care about you" part kicking in." He laughed lightly.

"Do I know you?" You asked. "Have we met?"

"No and yes. Yes we've met but no, you don't know me. I doubt you'd even recognize me without the mask on." Spider-Man said a little sadly. "But I know you. You're the one who never has her hand up in class but always mutters the correct answer under her breath in the most adorable know-it-all way possible. The one with the sparkly eyes and pretty smile from my AP literature class. The one who picks up freshman's books in the hallway and throws out people's trash when they leave it on the lunch table. Uh, Y/n L/n, right? Yeah. I know you."

"May I test that theory? That I wouldn't recognize you?" You asked him for permission. "If we go to school together I bet I would."

"I don't know." He sighed. "I'm doing pretty well right now, holding you in my arms and saving your life and all, and it might ruin things if you knew who was under the mask. You might...you're gonna be disappointed."

"I don't think I will. Unless I unmask you and you're literally Flash Thompson, which I doubt because you don't smell like pizza rolls and desperation." You said and Spider-Man laughed. "Please let me see? I won't tell. I just want to know who I owe my life to."