In Love With Spiderman
Request: Can you do 18&22 from the prompt list 💕💕💕
18. “It’s okay to cry…”
22. “You can scream if you want.”
Summary: reader loves Peter. Does Peter love them back?
A/N: so I thought I would enjoy writing this one but I struggled? Like okay, I tried using the pain I felt when I was in an unrequited love situation but man, it’s so hard to describe. I really don’t like the outcome of this one to be completely honest. I don’t like it. Sorry to the anon who requested this.
Warnings: such angst
Peter Parker was the love of your life. He just didn’t realize it.
Basically, you were in love with your friend Peter Parker. You didn’t think he was in love with you. Or that he could ever be.
It hurt like hell to love someone who didn’t love you back. It hurt so much.
And you knew that Peter still had a crush on Liz, despite the fact that She left a month ago. He still talked about her sometimes.
You knew Peter was Spiderman so you didn’t see him as often as before and when he would ask to hang out you would say no more often than not.
You didn’t want to call it an experiment but you needed to know whether it hurt less to see him less or whether it hurt less to keep him in your life as your friend.
So you were trying to see if staying away from Peter would help with the pain you’ve been in.
One night you were sitting alone in your room when you heard a knock at Your window causing you to jump.
Peter stuck his head inside
“I’m sorry, did I scare you,”
“Jesus, Peter. You gave me a heart attack,” You held your hand over your chest, still calming from your scare.
“Can I come in?”
You nodded, and Peter crawled into your bedroom, dropping onto the floor.
“Why are you here?” You asked
“I miss you, Y/N,” Peter said, sitting on the edge of your bed next to you.
“Please don’t say that Peter,”
“Ok what’s been up with you the past few weeks? Months even? You’ve been ignoring me and completely avoiding me,”
“It’s no big deal, Parker. I’m just going through a few things and need some space,”
Peter rested his hand on top of yours.
“Will you please talk to me, tell me what’s wrong,”
“I can’t Peter,”
“Please, Y/N, I’m worried about you,”
You could feel the tears welling up behind your eyes and a lump in the back of your throat.
“I can’t do it anymore Peter,”
“Do what?” He asked quietly
Tears started to fall from your eyes as you tried to speak.
“God, I don’t want to cry right now,” you said, trying to wipe the tears from your eyes as they started to fall faster
“It’s okay to cry…”
“Ah, you haven’t seen me cry before Parker, now certainly isn’t the time,”
“Well if you don’t want to cry you could scream if you want,”
“Y/N, tell me what’s going on. I want to help,”
“I think this is just something I’m going to have to get over myself,”
“What is?” Peter pressed
“I feel so stupid crying over you, Peter,”
“Crying over me? Did I do something to hurt you? I’m so sorry if I did. Whatever I did I didn’t mean to make you upset,”
“You didn’t do anything,”
“Please explain what’s going on,” Peter said
“I told you I can’t Peter,”
“Why not, Y/N? You’re one of my best friends, I love you with all my heart, why can’t you share this with me? I would never judge you and if you’re crying over me I want to know what’s wrong,”
You stayed silent, avoiding eye contact with Peter who was so desperately trying to look into your eyes.
“Y/N…” Peter started
“Do you know how hard it is to see you every day? But do you know how much it hurts when I can’t see you? I love you so much Peter and everything about you kills me,”
“What are you saying?” Peter asked
“I’m saying I’m in love with you Peter and it hurts so fucking much,”
“You’re in love with me?”
“Yes Peter!” You said, finally looking up at him.
“Look, I told you why I’ve been avoiding you and crying. Can you please leave before this gets any worse,” you begged.
“Why would I leave the girl I’m in love with?”
“I love you too, Y/N. I just realized long ago that isolating myself from you only made it worse,”
“You’re lying, Peter. You don’t-”
“Yes I do,” Peter interrupted.
Peter started to inch his face closer to yours.
“I still don’t believe you,” you said
“Do you believe me now?” Peter said, gently placing his lips on yours.
Peter pulled away and rested his forehead on yours.
“I do love you, Y/N,”