peter parker x reader
words: 1508
requested: nah
warnings: i take french not Spanish ooh plot twist, thanks google translate, swears
The fact that Peter Benjamin Parker had invited you, (Y/N) (L/N), over his house to study for your Spanish test on Thursday was absolutely phenomenal. But, you were flipping
out. The guy who took up a good portion of your diary, the guy who you thought would put Clark Kent to justice had invited you to his humble home. But, hey, what's the worse that could happen? You guys would just be studying and helping each other pronounce words.
~*~*~*~*~*
You were wrong. You were so fucking wrong to the point where it could be the dumbest thought you've ever conjured.
"Hey, (Y/N), since we're on the topic of movies, what's yours?" Peter asked, looking up from his textbook to look at you, "mine is anything dealing with Star Wars."
"O-Oh, umm, me? Well. . . I'm particularly fond of (Movie Name), but Star Wars is cool as well..." you said, doing your best to avoid his eyes.
"Really? Have you watched the latest one?" He asked, the excitement in his tone causing you to let out a quiet laugh.
"Ahhh, no? I've only watched a few movies," you weren't lying exactly if it meant watching 3 movies and getting 30 minutes into it then falling asleep.
It was silent. You immediately racked your brain of what you could've said to make him so quiet. Looking up you seen him looking at you with a goofy smile.
"Peter?"
"(Y/N) we gotta have a movie marathon."
That sealed the deal.
"Oh, hey! Peter! Wow, we've been studying for a while now how about I go down the street and get us a pizza? Yeah? Okay! See you in a few," you've never walked out of a room so fast.
Peter stared after you before he checked the time on his phone. 8:37 P.M., he shrugged realizing he was a bit hungry anyway.
To be honest, he was trying to get to know you better. After a pep talk with Ned and a slap on the ass from MJ to get him to grow a pair and ask you if you wanted to come over and study and you accepting had his heart racing for the rest of the day.
And now, he was wondering if he blew it, seeing you rush out of his house knocked his confidence down a few levels, but at least he knew you were coming back because you left your backpack.
He told himself that he could be a good friend by taking out the green textbook for you since that was the one with the most facts that would help you tremendously on the test.
Grabbing your backpack he began rummaging through it, spotting the green textbook and spotting another small book that he hasn't seen.
Setting the green book next to your seat he grabbed the little book, wondering if it was something you kept your notes in. He opened it to a random page titled September 7th, 20XX
"This is recent," he muttered , scanning the page that had his name on it a few times.
"...this is really cliché, but is it wrong to think that Peter could be the Clark Kent to my Louis Lane? Or the Romeo to my Juliet, minus the dying parts though, because I feel like it could be. Ever since the first day, Peter caught my eye. There was something about him. . . something different. I didn't notice it until a month ago that I realized that Peter is something equivalent to my soulmate, but it's like a love triangle??? No a love line, like my heart belongs to Peter. . .but he's pining over Liz who quite possibly likes him back. . .hell I wouldn't know, wow this entry isn't making any sending so I'm just going to leave it here. I'm gonna end the entry with what I say all the time, but in a different language, since we have a Spanish test on Thursday, which I actually need to start studying for. Te amo, Peter B. Parker."
Holy shit. Holy shit. Oh, wow, oh Lord.
"Peter. . .did you just read my diary?" He jumped at the sound of your voice, not even hearing you come in even though the smell of pizza was prominent. Looking up at you he nearly wished he could turn back time and made a different choice because the hurt and heartbreak in your eyes is the worst punishment he could ever receive.
You quickly walked over to him and grabbed your diary and shoving it in your backpack. You grabbed your other study materials and put them in your backpack.
"The pizza's on the counter," was the last thing you said before leaving. And, he just let you go.
The next day at school was absolute hell for the both of you with you trying to avoid Peter at all costs while he was trying to get your attention.
"What'd you do to her?" Ned asked during lunch as he and Peter watched you and MJ from afar, "I read her diary," Peter sighed.
"You read her what?! Peter, I'd ask if you we're high, but I know that's unlikely. Dude, what were you thinking?!" Ned slapped Peter on the back of his head.
"I wasn't, but Ned, it said 'Te Amo, Peter B. Parker' doesn't 'te amo' mean 'i love you' in Spanish?" Peter asked which caused Ned to roll his eyes, "I don't know, you take Spanish, you tell me."
"It does! And, I always thought (Y/N) was cute, but the fact that she likes me is a different story," Peter picked at the food on his tray with his fork. "A good or bad different type of story?" Ned asked.
Peter looked up from his tray to look at you. He took in how you looked, how your eyes shone with every type of emotion, how nice your hair looked everyday, and the laugh that he never knew he needed until now.
"It's a great different."
~*~*~*~*~*~*
On your way home you thought about how Peter longingly looked at you after lunch every time you were in the halls or when you were in the same class.
It felt weird, not a good or bad type of weird, just a bit abnormal. The type of weird that had to make you think about what it would mean. Which is exactly what you were going to do once you reached your house.
Saying hello to your (parent(s)/caregiver(s)) you went to your room and you swore you would've jumped out of your skin with the sight that was in front of you.
Spider-Man.
Fucking Spider-Man was sitting on your bed. In your room.
"Oh, hey," he said, which caused you to put as much distance between you and him. His voice was surprisingly demonic and deep.
"Shit, Karen!" He turned away from you, whispering, "I told you to disguise my voice not turn me into a demon! Just turn it off."
He sighed before turning back to you, "Hi," he waved at you and you weakly waved back, "w-what sre you doing here? In my house, in my room...?" you nervously questioned after closing your door.
"I came to apologize," he said which confused you, "you'll figure it out in a second, (Y/N)," he told you and you got an odd sense of familiarity with the way he said your name.
"I didn't mean to read it, (Y/N), I swear I didn't...I was just trying to help get your books out and I thought you kept your notes in that little book. So, I read it. And I know I should've stopped when I seen it wasn't, but hell (Y/N) you called me the Clark Kent to your Louis Lane and I couldn't help but read it. (Y/N), I'm so sorry and...I just wanna tell you that the feelings are reciprocated. I love you, (Y/N)," he sniffled before hanging his head down. He sounded on the verge of tears. Spider-Man was going to cry in front of you?
"Wait. . .wait. . .Peter? Peter Parker, i–is that you...?" When he didn't respond you walked closer to him and laid your hand on his cheek, raising his face so you could look at his big, white eyes. Your hand slowly trailed to his neck, where the end of his mask was.
"Is this okay?" you asked him, he nodded, and you slowly lifted his mask up. Above his chin, over his nose and finally it was off, revealing the boy who you came to love.
"Peter..." you were speechless as you felt yourself tearing up before hugging him tightly, catching him off guard only for a moment before he wrapped his arms around you just as tight.
"Te amo, Peter," you said into the crevice between his neck and shoulder blade. He smiled before raising your head and placing a soft kiss onto your lips before smiling against them, "te amo, (Y/N)."
