Peter Parker Imagines

Argument

WARNINGS: sad fluff?

Words: 1119
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You were stomping your feet against the school floors as you see your best friend Peter at his locker. He was casually eating his breakfast while talking to Ned, not noticing you. You walk towards him angrily. Peter still didn't notice you. Your feet paced closer and closer to the nerdy boy. The closer you were, the less mad you got. You saw his figure standing there. He was such an angel, but he ditched your plans last night, which had you upset. You didn't want to be mad at Peter. In fact, you really couldn't, but you forced yourself to. For Thors sake, this is the 9273722th time he has ditched you.

You stood behind him. Your head tilted upwards, since he was a bit taller than you. You tapped your foot impatiently, as you waited for Peter to turn around and look at you. When he finally did, he looked confused to your expression. You looked pissed. Peter looked at you as he sighed a little. "Listen, I know what you're going to say-" "What is it this time? You had to do groceries for May? You had the Stark Internship??" You say to him sternly. Peter's eyes start to roll. "You know I have a busy schedule," Peter takes another bite from his sandwich, his facial expression stays blank.

You look at him in disbelief and scoff. "I haven't seen you outside of school in weeks, Peter," Your voice was starting to crack and tears were welling up in your eyes. Peter looks at you and tries to hide the fact that he felt guilty. He couldn't bring you in danger. He kept staring at you blankly. Peter shrugs and tries to keep his face and posture normal, but seeing you cry, breaks his heart. "Do you even care about me anymore?" Your voice was soft. The boy you loved had officially broken your heart.

Peter tried to hold back tears but it didn't work. His eyes were starting to get glossy quick. You scoffed one more time before turning around and walking from the boy who held your heart so dearly and ripped it out of your chest to eventually squeeze it and throw it away. Your eyes were filling with tears as you walked over to your next class.

You had Math, which was your least favorite subject. It sucked. This made your day even worse. You hated your teacher, he was so boring. His name is fucking Charles Clogs. The most dumbass name ever. You always laugh about it with Peter but, uhh, yeah. It's not like you had one likable teacher though, they all suck. The bell rang and you grabbed your books and placed them on the table. You usually doodle in your notebooks and don't follow the lesson at all, even though your grades are pretty decent.

This time, you couldn't really follow the lesson or draw. Everything happened pretty fast, before you had to go to your class. Good thing you sat in the back of the class, where no one could notice you. You silently let tears flow down your cheeks as you let your hair fall down in front of your face. You see Peter come in a little late as he apologizes fast and sits somewhere at the teachers desk with Ned. His eyes were a little red and his face looked a little sad. How come he's sad?? He's the one who was rude to me in the first place?!!! You thought. Your sad tears, turned into a mix of frustration, anger and sadness.

About almost an hour later, the bell rang and you quickly shoved everything into your bag before hurrying to the bathrooms since it was lunch break. You pace to the nearest bathroom and go in. You lock yourself in one of them and start crying and sobbing really loudly. Tears falling down your face fast, your nose was getting stuffy and red and your cheeks were getting wetter by the salty tears that were rolling down. You didn't hear anyone come in, so you continued sobbing as much as you could. Letting everything out that you kept in.

"Y/N?" You heard a quiet voice say. Your head shot up. Peter. You sniffed and wiped your tears away and fast. "What," You said a little cold. Peter felt that and flinched a little at your tone. "I don't want to see you cry a-and especially because of what I did," Peters voice was starting to get softer by the second as his swallowed a lump down his throat. "So I just wanted to tell you the truth," He managed to breath out without cracking his voice. You sighed at first and waited a little while. Thinking about it.

You unlocked the door to see a very sad lookin brunette boy in front of you. He looked at your face and his heart broke even more. "You have a cute crying face," Peter blurted out without hesitation. You just shrugged. "I'm sorry," Peter apologized. "I-I really am," He wiped a tear away that was about to fall. You've never seen Peter cry. Only after Ben died and when Mr. Stark took away his suit. "Please, I don't want you to leave. I-I-" He started to plead a little and stutter. He was nervous from saying it. Either you both would get closer, or he would chase you away. "I love you," He admitted. You stood there in shock. You both had never said it. "I've loved you for forever and you're one of the few things that hasn't given up on me," Peter tries to fight back tears but it doesn't work. You hug him tightly. "Of course I won't give up on you. I love you too, Peter," You say and hug him tighter. Peter hugged you back, afraid of losing you.

When you pulled away after a few minutes, Peter kissed you. He did it so gently, so much love and passion into one kiss. It was so soft and so careful. He held your face as your hands were on his shoulders. You guys have had intense make-out sessions but this kiss has never felt so much love. Peter pulled away. His eyes slowly opening to see you doing the same. "Can we skip school?" You ask him. "I just, wanna enjoy my time with you," You nod at him. Peter nods and smiles a little. "Sure,"

And then from that day on, you both had learned that you both needed to be with each other, even if you were busy, because spending time with your loved one is important.