Protect You || Part 4/?
new part!!! its more of like a filler rn, the next chapter gon be actual stuff about the reader in the story and past stuff and learning to trust peter and stuff. but i hope you guys enjoy this one, and the future ones will get better TRUST ME. oh and WRITERS BLOCK IS A BITCH DBJSXANJKNIBEI I CANT ANYMORE
words : 1437
warnings : lil make out scene (its nothing really, but its still kinda there)
“You guys are actually together now,” Ned asked Peter in disbelief, “Like for real?”
The two friends stood by your locker, waiting for your arrival to greet you.
Peter gave a giddy expression to his friend as he squeaked, “Yeah, for real!” His expression turned into one of a dreamy daze, “And she really said she liked me back. She’s not trying to make me feel better. She’s perfect.”
You’d made it to your locker to see the two best friends gushing to each other, beginning to unlock your locker.
Ned smiled stupidly and spoke for his friend, “Peter thinks you’re perfect.”
Peter’s eyes widened like a deer in headlights, punching Ned lightly in the arm as your eyebrow raised at the boy,
“Yeah, and he also thinks Star Wars is the perfect movie; so,”
Peter nodded, “Yeah, see,” his eyebrows began to furrow when you slammed your locker closed, moving around the boys, “Hey…, wait!”
You sniggered as you walked away, throwing your head back dramatically, “Don’t worry, I still have somewhat of feelings for you, my love!”
You continued laughing obnoxiously down the halls as Peter rolled his eyes and laughed along lightly, running to catch up with you.
“Listen,” Peter hushed once your laughter had died down, “So, should we tell everyone that we’re together? Or…,”
You have the boy walking beside you a squinting look, “People already know we’re together, Parker.”
Peter’s mouth shaped into an O when he remembered the way things had really started, “Right, right. Got it.”
You hummed, turning into the first class you had with Peter.
“So,” he grabbed your arm, pulling you back lightly to stand with him, “Are you doing anything after school? Maybe you could come over, or something… I mean you don’t have to, but if you want! It’s your choice really, but it would be great! Not that I’m desperate, no. I mean, for you sure, maybe, but I’m not normally a desperate pers-,”
You snorted, cutting off his rant and making him look at you with big doe eyes, “I’ll see, Parker.”
Peter nodded vigorously, “Okay, yeah, you’ll see. For sure. Got it. Completely; got it-,”
“Hush,” you put your finger to his lips, pausing and leaning forward as his eyes widened, pulling back after squinting after a while, “I have to get to class, child.”
You turned on your heel, head up high, and made your way into the class; leaving Peter an embarrassed and nervous mess outside.
You’re legs were placed on both sides of Peter, straddling the boy as your hands cupped his face, your lips moving slowly against his. You felt his hands waver on your waist, unsure of where exactly to place them. You tightened your hold on him with your legs, one hand moving to play with the soft brown hair at the back of his head, your lips breaking apart from each other slightly only to be reconnected moments after multiple times.
As it had turned, you decided not to go over to the Parker residence. Instead, Peter had shown up at your window after patrolling the city to see you, this time in your normal clothing rather than the first time he’d come unexpectedly.
You disconnected your lips from his, moving to press a light kiss on his cheek, working your way down all over his jaw, and soon to his neck. When you’d begin to nip and suck in certain places, making him squirm underneath you, you looked up slightly from the position you were in to catch a glimpse of his face. His cheeks had been flushed, pupils had grown bigger as his eyes widened, and his breathing had increased into light pants.
You moved your lips back up to his mouth, giving him a small peck as your lips grazed each other. You watched from the close proximity as his eyes close and he breathlessly said the words,
“Oh God, I love you.”
Peter’s eyes then shot open in alarm at his words. He couldn’t believe he’d actually voiced the feelings he’d had for months now; words he was ready to say, but ones he didn’t think you wanted him to say.
Your eyebrows shot up high, looking somewhat caught off guard before recollecting yourself and scoffing/laughing at the boy as you stood, moving off his lap and the bed, “No, you don’t, Parker.”
Peter’s head that was down in embarrassment shot up at your words, eyebrows furrowing, “Well… yeah, I do, that’s why I said it.”
You shook your head before looking at the seated boy with an unreadable expression, “Okay, whatever you say.”
Peter squinted his eyes in disbelief. He swung his legs over the bed, standing in the jeans and sweater he’d brought to change from his suit, “What do you mean, ‘Whatever you say’? I-I told you I love you. I thought you knew, that’s what you said the other night.”
You gave him somewhat of an angered look, brushing him off with, “Yeah,” you walked around the bed and began to fix it as your voice grew stronger, “But it’s only been, what, 21 hours since we’ve actually been together? Correct me if I’m wrong, Lover Boy.”
Peter felt tears beginning to gather in frustration and hurt as you mocked him for the words he’d spoken moments before. His voice wavered when he’d said, “Listen, I know that maybe you’re not ready to say it, but I am. Why are you telling me that I don’t love you?”
“Because you don’t,” by that point you hadn’t been looking at the brown eyed boy, avoided eye contact as you sucked a breath in, keeping your face hard as you moved back to where he was, beginning to fix that side of the bed, sighing in defeat, “Just leave it, dude. Doesn’t matter anyway.”
Peter felt his heart clench as you continued to shuffle around the room. He stood in place, frozen, going over the words you’d said, ‘Doesn’t matter anyway.’
He felt his heartbreak turn into one of anger, realizing he wasn’t the one in the wrong, he seethed, “What the hell is wrong with you?”
You shot around to face him, your mouth morphing into a mock smile, saying dangerously slowly the words, “What did you say to me?”
Peter felt himself falter for a moment before saying again, “What’s your problem?” He shook his head at you furiously, “I said I love you and you’re telling me it doesn’t matter.”
“Yeah, because it doesn’t,” you exclaimed, “You think you love me! You don’t know me!”
“Then let me get to know you!” Peter took a step forward, face softening, “You shut everyone out; that’s what you always do, and you gotta stop.”
“Yeah, and maybe there’s a reason for that, penis brain.”
Peter grimaced at the nickname, ‘Ouch,’ after he’d thought about it, ‘Could’ve been worse though.’
“Just because you have a hard time loving people,” his hand moved forward to grasp yours, which you surprisingly let him do, “Doesn’t mean you have to stop people from loving you.”
Your face fell at the comment for a moment before recollecting yourself, face angering once again, “Just get out, Peter.”
Peter’s eyes widened, and his hand tightened his hold on yours, “What?”
“I said get out,” you pulled your hand away from his, “And don’t forget your bag and shit.”
He looked at you in disbelief as you calmly told him off, shaking his head, “You can’t be serious. Y/N, I’m trying to be there for you like you are for everybody else!”
You have him a mock grin before saying, “Yeah, well, I don’t need counseling like everybody else, so… you can take the window out.”
Peter shook his head, “No.”
“Yes, Goddamnit, child!”
Peter couldn’t help but laugh at the last word spoken, turning his head to the side as he giggled, trying to hide it from you.
Much to his content, he turned back to find you fighting a smile before you said the words, “You really put up a fight, don’t you, Parker?”
“Yeah,” Peter looked at you with something of love and hopefulness, “Can I stay?”
You clicked your tongue, hitting your hands, that were limp to your side, on your thighs, saying reluctantly, “If you dare tell anyone I said anything remotely human to you, people will wonder what the hell happened to their friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.”
Peter grinned, rushing forward to tackle you onto the bed into a hug. You landed with an ‘Oof’, “Come on! I just fixed this!”