Aftertaste *Peter Parker x Reader*
Summary: Part Two of That Sobered Me Up you’ve been avoiding Peter, trying your hardest to move and not think about what you saw at the party. Only a few shots and a game of 7 minutes in heaven doesn’t go down well, now you’re left getting a lecture from the masked hero, whilst you throw up on a sidewalk.
Pairings: Peter Parker x Male!Reader // Reader x Male!OC - the oc is a year above them, he’s kinda a douche, but drunk too!
Rating: Teen [PG-13]
Warnings: Mentione of underaged drinking, swearing & minor talk of self sabotage/ people using you
Authors Note: This is meant to be like, Reader is on a whole bender of trying to forget their feelings for Peter, they do it by going to parties and hanging with people that ain’t affiliated with Parker. So, a masked hero steps in to stop you. - Rosalie🍑
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Avoiding. That’s what you were doing and you were doing marvellously too. Somehow you had managed to avoid Peter Parker in and out of school, it’s now your special ability; Avoidance.
If you saw him in the street you’d head in the opposite direction, twisting and turning through the crowds and effectively losing him. In school you walked into the class late, taking a seat that wasn’t near his, and you avoided your own locker because he seemed to camp out at it.
You could definitely keep this up for another three years, till college. You’d attend a different college, sure MIT was your dream, but Peter was sure to a scholarship there and you can’t risk attending another four year education in the same place as him.
You also had to avoid your two other besties, Ned and Mj. Although it hurt, you couldn’t hang out with them anymore. You could feel their pity stares as you walked through the corridors, their sympathetic smiles as you alluded Peter, yet another time. They seemed to understand and let you continue. You’d make up excuses about homework being too much, how you have to help your mum around the house just to avoid the usual study sessions at someone’s house.
This meant you hung out and stuck with Jess more. More than you usually would. She’s your friend, of course, but she’s the friend that you only spoke to on occasion. Now, you guess, she’s your new best friend.
This also meant you hung out with her crowd of people, a crowd of people that usually you stayed away from. You like to party, but not too much. You had limitations, they seemed to have no limits.
You met a variety of people, most older than yourself. Either college students that supplied the alcohol, or people a few years above you. It didn’t matter, they helped take your mind off of Peter, and his new girlfriend- you assume, they spend a lot of time together, not that you’ve noticed.
“Don’t be mad,” Jess grabs your bicep, steering your already tipsy body towards the sliding French doors. Her blonde curls bouncing, her blue eyes being cast over her shoulder, you go turn but she moves so you can’t see. “Peter is here,” you gulped but nodded, you shouldn’t be surprised, it’s a party for your year, “with Amelia and your old friends.”
You sucked in a breath, the information hitting you a little harder than you thought it would. You exhaled loudly, Jess’ eyes on you as you gulp down the remainder of the alcohol in your solo cup. The strong taste makes you cough, you nod for a few seconds before shrugging.
“I’m fine,” you chuckle but Jess doesn’t seem convinced, “we’re here to have fun, right? Peter can kiss Amelia all he wants, it’s not like we had anything special.” Jess nods a little, “ya’ know what?” The blonde shakes her head, “if he can go round kissing girls, then I can go kiss boys, right? Not like he’d care anyway. Imma find someone to make out with.”
You stumble away before Jess can stop you. Walking to the kitchen and grabbing another drink, watching as a bunch of guys you don’t know play a drinking game. All chugging down a mix of different spirits, biting into lemons or limes, trying not to cough at the strong taste.
The loud music was rattling the floorboards and vibrating through your body, you instantly started to feel buzzed and a little courageous. Stepping forward when one offered for you to join, taking a cup and waiting for the timer, you all started to down the drinks. You think this game was to see who could chug the stinging and sour alcohol the fastest, you didn’t really listen to the rules.
You’re the second to finish, coughing as you bite into a lemon segment. Someone claps your back, all the guys cheering as each one finished in their respected place.
“I’m Damian,” the guy who had offered you to join smiles, extending a hand. He’s wearing cap backwards, a red flannel thrown over a black v-neck and ripped, tight skinny jeans.
You nod to yourself, slightly approval in your head that he is good looking. Not as good looking as Peter, you quickly shake that thought away. “I’m Y/N,” You shake his hand with a grin.
You end up staying in the kitchen just talking to Damian, you’re both a tad drunk and laughing at the stupidest of things. But it’s nice, you think. Despite having a good distraction, your eyes still wonder through the crowds of teens. Trying to find the one guy that your heart still beats for.
You spot him. Talking to Ned, rather excessively. He looks a little distressed, your finger twitch and tap your plastic cup. A frown etching on your face as you watch him, clearly something is wrong and you want to help, to fix whatever it is.
“So, who is he?” You snap your attention back to Damian, his brown eyes on Peter, he raises an eyebrow expectedly. “I’m not an idiot, I know that look,” he nudges and leans again the kitchen counter.
“That is Peter Parker,” you tell him with a sigh, “world smartest, but oblivious guy in Midtown High.” Your eyes sweep back to Peter, Mj has joined their conversation. “I’ve been in love with that guy since we were ten, he stood up to Flash for me, been taking his bullying since then; he made himself Flash’s new victim… for me,” you smile at the fond memory.
Damian nods, “So, why are you longingly staring st him? No one would make themselves a victim of bullying for just anyone.”
“Well, you see, I thought that too,” you chuckled spitefully and downed the last of your drink, grabbing another. “Found him kissing Amelia a few weeks ago, haven’t talked to him since. Been kinda trying to move on, I’ll let you know how that’s going when I figure out how to.”
It’s silent between you, Damian chuckles and slowly sips his drink thoughtfully for a moment. You look away from Peter and watch the crowd of drunken teens, your mind too muddled to think what to do or say next. You don’t know why you had admitted to Damian your feelings, but you did. Too late to regret that now.
“SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN!” Someone roars over the music.
You feel a hand wrap around your wrist and pull you towards the living room, Damian is grinning as he lets go of you and writes your name on a piece of paper and throw into the hat. You don’t even protest and allow it to happen, far too drunk to care about what’s happening.
“First couple is,” Flash begins, hand fishing through the names. “Y/N!” He gestures with a wicked grin, you give a little drunk wave and people chuckle. “I’ll pull a name from the guys hat again,” Flash mutters and you give a appreciative nod in his direction.
“Man, I hope Spider-Man’s name is in there,” you accidentally yell and that causes a few laughs. “I’d need like an hour,” you mumble to yourself.
Flash is silent as he picks the next name, “Peter Parker!” You shake your head, Flash frowns as he looks at you.
“I refuse, pick another name.”
Peter sighs from beside you, you give a slight glare to the boy that popped up from nowhere. “It’s just seven minutes in a closet; we need to talk anyway.”
“The game is called seven minutes in heaven, not seven minutes in hell.” Everyone is silent as they watch you bicker, “pick a different name please, I’m sure Peter would prefer a girl!” You spit.
“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?” Peter questions with a frown, “I was drunk. Whats wrong?”
You just rolled your eyes as you waited for a different name, Peter continuing to pester you about it. You refused to look at him, to even acknowledge his existence. A name you didn’t recognise was called, you just nodded and walked towards the closest with the unknown guy.
Glancing as the door shuts you see Peter standing next to Damian, watching as the closest door closes and a look that you could only decipher as pain flashes across his face. You shake it off and turn to the guy, squinting in the darkness and trying to let your brain catch up.
It doesn’t have time because a pair of lips are on yours. Your pressed against the small closests wall, your eyes remain open and your kinda… over it. You kiss back, you’re meant to be enjoying this. This is meant to be you hitting back at Peter, he kissed a girl, so you’re kissing a guy. Only it doesn’t feel right, you don’t feel right, everything about this feels wrong.
You push him off, panting for air and turn to the door, fumbling with the handle before stumbling out of the closest. All eyes are on you, it’s silent which makes your heart thump in your ears.
“You… like me?” Peter asks and you frown, breathing hard and not knowing if you heard that question correctly. Did he just ask if you liked him? His eyes drift to Damian, who is drunk beyond recognition and he just shrugs his shoulders.
“Someone had to tell him,” he slurs out.
You look back at Peter, everyone is watching and waiting for your reaction. They can feel the awkwardness, even Flash is silent and waiting for you to speak. Instead of answering you push through the veil of onlookers, rushing towards the door of the party and outside.
The cold air hits your warm cheeks instantly, your breath fanning out in front of you like fog. You begin walking, you don’t know where you’re going, but you’re walking away from the scene. Away from the prying eyes. Everyone knows, including Peter Parker. Everyone knows that you love Peter, you can’t deny it either because you ran away, it makes you guilty.
A few blocks away and your hunched over, puking your guts up from the alcohol and trauma of being humiliated. Also, the image of kissing that guy isn’t helping you. The bad taste of whatever mixed alcohol he had, of his mouth on yours… not a good experience.
“I want to feel bad for you,” a voice startles you, you look up to see Spider-Man just watching you from a few feet away, hanging upside down from a lamppost.
You groan, flipping him off and looking back at the ground. Saliva dripping from your mouth, tears threatening to spill, a headache starting to thump in your brain. You just wanted this night to be over, to be done with. Now you’ve got Spider-Man on your case, of course, he knows Peter from his internship. Likely here to poke fun, or tell you that you have no chance with Peter.
“Just go away,” you mumble out, “I don’t need some superhero taking the piss outta me-“ he stops you before you can carry on.
He scoffs, “I’m not going to laugh at you. I’m going to tell you how much of an idiot you are though. You’ve been getting drunk and avoiding your friends instead of talking to them, you know those people that care about you. The people that miss you, wondered what they did wrong or why they deserved it,” his voice is stern and sounds vaguely familiar. “Honestly, why didn’t you just tell Peter you liked him? You know you can tell him anything, he’s your best friend…” he trails off.
You stand up, leaning against the post he’s using to hang upside down on. You shake your head, wiping your mouth and chuckling lowly to yourself.
“I was going to,” you admit and nod when he tilts his head, “I was giving myself a pep-talk in a mirror, sounds pathetic looking back now. Then I saw him, making out with Amelia, one of the prettiest girls in school, and I decided that I couldn’t. I couldn’t humiliate myself in front of him after witnessing that, I couldn’t stand before him and say that I loved him because what was the point?” You frail your arms and almost fall backwards but catch yourself, “I felt stupid. He made me feel stupid, it wasn’t his fault and I know that, but I just… couldn’t be around him anymore. I couldn’t look at him because it left a bad taste, the aftertaste of seeing the one you love with someone else? It’s like sick, bile rising up in your throat. You feel silly for your feelings, plus I didn’t want to ruin his happiness.”
You fall to the floor, sitting down on the sidewalk and looking at the road. “I love him,” you look at Spider-Man who hasn’t moved since you started your little speech, “I love Peter, but I can’t look at him… it hurts. I wanted closure but not like this, never like this.” You choke silently, you try to gulp down the sobs that threaten to tremble through your body.
(…everyone wanted a part two! So, here’s part 2! Let me know if you want a part 3 😂😂 honestly, I really liked working on this part. But I have to go to bed, irs midnight and I have work at 8:30am! So, see ya lovelies later. Send me feedback on this, - Rosalie🍑)