Peter Parker Imagines

You dumb fuck

WARNING: short

Words: 890
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Peter lands on top of my balcony as he slowly puts me on the ground. I look up at him and smile sadly. I couldn't see Peters face but I knew what he felt. He felt anxious but also hurt. He was hurting so much.

After the loss of Tony Stark, he hasn't really gone out. Only with me. I am worried for him. I want him to not hurt, but it's hard to not hurt when shit like this happens to you.

"Stay," I say to him as he was about to turn around and mumble a soft 'goodbye'. He froze and shook his head. "No," He blurted out a bit harsh. I grabbed his hand and tilted my head. "I know you're not tired Peter. I know you're not going to sleep. So please, come inside and let me help you," I pled for him but he didn't obligated. He just let out a shaky breath. "I don't want nor need your help-" He started, but I cut him off. "Yes. You do," I made him turn around so he could look at me. He took off his mask. Tears brimmed in his eyes. "What do you know what's good for me?" Peter gritted through his teeth as the lump in his throat grew bigger and bigger.

"I've known you for so long, Pete. I can read you like a book. You can read me like one. We both know that," I sighed as I looked down at his knees, drifting off. "I'm just worried about you a- and it hurts me to see you hurt. I mean, c'mon, we're best friends," I finally moved my eyes towards his as I looked at him. "It's like, I feel what you're feeling," I hold in the tears, threatening to spill. "What if I don't want to be friends, huh? You say you can read me like a book, but why haven't you caught on yet then," Peter said harshly. I swallowed, confused as ever.

"M-Maybe, I- I can't read you either, b- because it certainly feels like you wanna just remain friends," Peters eyes started to water and his voice got shakier by the second. "B- But then you f- flirt with me other days which makes me more confused, Y/N. I hate it," Peter started to sob softly. "I-" He stopped himself. I didn't want to cut him off. I wanted to listen to what he wanted to say. I was pretty sure he didn't want to break off the friendship. "I fucking hate myself. I fucking hate my emotions and my feelings. I hate how I look. I hate how I'm just a nerd. I- I hate it. I hate how you're too good for me-" Peter started sobbing a little louder now.

"Peter, you're not-" "Shut up! I- I know what you're going to say! It's always the same response: "no you are not those things you say you are". But I am. Guess what? I almost wanted to kill myself. Tony would've still been alive if I've just-" He started to sob loudly now. "Don't say it. That's not true. It's not your fault," My eyes started tearing up. Seeing Peter like this had broken my heart. Seeing the person you love breakdown in front of you, wanting themselves to die, was hurtful. You wanted to help them. Even if it meant sacrificing your own life.

"You just say that because you're my friend. Friends are supposed to say that," Peter sniffed. I wiped away his tears. I lead him inside and he finally followed. I sat him on my carpet floor as he continued to shake and cry. "I'm saying that because it's the truth," I said calmly. Tears were starting to stream down my cheeks. "Like I said, I'm your friend-" "That's the problem! That's the fucking problem! We're friends, but at the same time I'm in love with you!" He shouted at me. I was in shock, but kept my mouth shut.

"And clearly you don't know me! Or you would've known!" He kept yelling at me and I took it. I didn't care. I'd do the same if I was hurting. I gently placed my hand on his cheek, making him calm down a little. "I know you're angry and said and an emotional wreck, but please... let me in so I can help you," You started to tear up again. Peter continued sobbing as he hesitantly nodded his head up and down. "A-And I love you too..." I finished my sentence and finally looked up at him. "You dumb fuck," I started to calm down and so did Peter.

I engulfed him in a hug and pecked his cheek. He wrapped his arms around me as a sudden warmth soared through me.

Peter was hurt. He felt pain, but one day I know he'll be okay. You know why?
Because he's fucking Spider-Man.

A/N:

Peter: HOW DO YOU KNOW WHATS GOOD FOR ME?
Y/N: Thats my OPINION!
Reader: 😳

"I sighed as I looked down at his knees"
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"I sat him on the floor, as he continued to shake and cry"
OH MY GOD IM SHAKING AND CRYING RN

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