Peter Parker x Reader

Begin Again

A/N- All credit goes to the peterrrparkour writer on Tumbler

Pairings ---> Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You compare Peter to your ex, and find that Peter knows how to treat a girl right.

Warnings- Fluff, angst.

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Took a deep breath in the mirror, he didn't like it when I wore high heels, but I do.

Y/N slipped on one of her tallest pair of heels; right away, her thoughts crept back to him. He had told her she wasn't allowed to wear them because he didn't like how they put her on equal ground with him. Her jaw clenched at the irony of it; he always had to be towering over her.

She began to remove the heels but hesitated for a moment. Who was he to still hold the reins on her life? She closed her eyes and pictured the cute brown-haired boy who had asked her out when the chemistry teacher paired them up as lab partners. He had been afraid to make eye contact during the conversation as well as herself. He had expected her to say no, but her reply had been, "I don't even know your name." He finally gained the courage to look into her eyes as he boldly stated: "I'm Peter. Peter Parker."

She stood up and with one last glance in the mirror decided to keep the heels. She smiled slightly to herself as she snatched up her purse and headed out to meet Peter.

Walked in expecting you'd be late, but you got here early. You stand and wave; I walk to you.

She arrived a few minutes early expecting to wait around for at least fifteen minutes until he showed up. Her eyes fell on him balancing two steaming cups of coffee to a corner table, and her jaw fell in surprise. Peter saw her immediately, and he lifted his arm in the air giving her a thrilled wave. She bit her lip and turned her gaze to the floor.
She stumbled over her heels once she got to the table, and he reached out with one hand to hold her waist steady while he pulled out a chair for her with the other.

You don't know how nice that is, but I do.

"Are you okay?" his face scrunched up a little, "Did you get taller?" he examined her, sending a wave of embarrassment and regret over her shoe choice through her.

"Oh, yeah... I'm wearing heels... Sorry, I can take them off if you want," she looked down again, trying to mask her hurt.

"What? No! You look fantastic in them! Besides, now we're at the same eye level; it works out perfectly!" Peter rushed to compliment her.

She returned his gaze, amazed at how he had proved to be the exact opposite of her ex in almost every way in such a short period of time. She nodded in response and took a seat across from him.

"I got our coffee already; I hope you like peppermint mochas," he expressed, a glint of hope mixed with fear shining in his enchanting chocolatey-brown eyes.

"I love them! I like sweet coffee better than when it's bitter," she clarified for him.

"That would make sense; you seem super sweet," Peter joked, sending a rush of butterflies fluttering in her chest. He admired the way she blushed at every compliment as if she didn't know how perfect she was inside and out.

You throw your head back laughing like a little kid; I think it's strange that you think I'm funny because he never did.

"Obviously you haven't seen me react to a bad test grade," she cracked a joke, anticipating a blank stare, but instead, Peter grinned as he tossed his head back like it was the funniest thing in the world.