Fuckboy!Peter Parker AU
Fuckboy!Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: The f-bomb is dropped like once, slight angst, heartbreak, maybe terrible writing? (Tell me of there’s more, sorry if I missed any)
A/N: I haven’t written in years and the idea sparked after seeing the idea twice on my dashboard, I forgot who those writers were, but shout out to you! Also, shout out to these amazing writers who inspired me to start writing again: @hufflepuffholland @spidereyhes @rileywrites-93 @underoossss @spideyboys (there’s probably more, but I’m not good at remembering blogs so I’ll probably come bk and add more :))
She knew she shouldn’t have. She knew she should’ve listened to all of the warnings, but her poor heart fell for the whole act.
Peter Parker. The name that used to sound like her favorite song. The name that used to make the stars be put to shame because her eyes would sparkle so bright just by hearing those two words. The name that used to make her heart beat so fast and so loud that she could no longer hear anything else. The name that used to represent her whole world.
The key words: used to
The name no longer made her eyes sparkle or her heart race, or even bring the tiniest lift of her lips. The name only brought waves of memories…of lies. Every time the name was spoken now, her smile (if she was even smiling anymore) would immediately drop into a frown, her eyes would glaze over, and her whole being would just shut off.
Who even is this Peter Parker, you ask? The boy used to be the dork that everyone ignored and most girls barely even paid attention to. He wore thick rimmed glasses, spots on his face like every teenager, lanky and scrawny, and a mess of curls on the top of his head. He was the top of all of his classes. Until that one summer passed and he came back, now a sophomore, with a face clear of acne, a chiseled jaw, no more glasses, and rock hard abs. That mop of curls upon his head now styled and he soon lost the nickname ’Penis Parker’. His grades began to drop, but who cares when he got the attention of every girl in school. Of course he took advantage of this…of them.
He gained the reputation of playboy, or in harsher terms: fuckboy. He just had to have every girl, but of course there are those who didn’t want anything to do with the dude. They were smart not to fall for all of his games, the cheeky winks, and the meaningless compliments.
He slept with every girl that would play his game. He got every girl that was so willing and so eager to have him. But that gets boring soon enough. So he went for one of the girls that didn’t fall so easily. He went for one of the girls who kept their heart guarded by a steel wall and that girl was none other than (y/n)(y/l/n).
Every pick up line, every compliment, and every move that he used before was used on her. She never fell for it though. He would constantly ask her on dates to just be constantly rejected. He was frustrated, but he enjoyed the challenge. It meant he could play his game a little longer. He noticed his old tricks weren’t working so he threw out everything he used before and became a romantic that only she would fall for.
How did he know she would fall for it? Because he asked every guy, every girl, and every resource he could to know what would make her fall hard. He learnt her schedule, her favorite places, her favorite books, and anything and everything to get her to fall. And…it worked. She got tired of the constant asking and part of her was starting to like him, so she gave him what he wanted, a chance. Big mistake.
Their first date was at her favorite café that was also a bookshop.
"Oh my gosh, I love this place! Pete, how did you know?“ She looked up at the boy with a beautiful smile.
"The café was basically screaming ’(y/n)’” he chuckled.
The date was a success to say the least. She spoke of her favorite books and learned a bit about him. Well at least the basic information about him, nothing too deep so she wouldn’t have something against him after he finished playing his game.
After a couple of dates, she noticed that she was falling…hard. Peter noticed this and he was so happy. Not because he felt anything for her, no, but because the harder she fell, the more fun it was to play his game then break her heart.
The next date they went on, Peter took her to a hill to look at the stars, remembering that was on her list of ‘perfect dates’. He had her right where he wanted her, so he said the three words that he’s said countless times to make her completely fall for him.
As they were laying down in the grass, (y/n) was cuddled up to Peter and staring up the star filled sky. “(y/n)?”
"I love you”
(Y/n) felt her heart stop and all of the heat rushed to her face. She pushed herself up and looked down at the boy she had fallen so hard for. “I…I love you too” Her cheeks were tinted pink and Peter couldn’t help, but admit she looked beautiful.
That’s where her first kiss was, with Peter Parker on top of a hill under the stars.
Peter waited a week after that date and pulled (y/n) along by a string. Then the next week they were in school, (y/n)’s smile disappeared.
As she walked into school, she stopped walking to her locker the minute her eyes laid on Peter. There he was, making out with a girl that he pushed up against the lockers. It was as if the world slowed down as (y/n) dropped everything in her hands and ran up to him.
"Pete…?“ Her voice barely above a whisper, he didn’t hear her. So she tried again. "Peter. Benjamin. Parker.”
He detached his lips from the girl and put a knowing smirk there instead. He turned and looked down at (y/n). “Do you need something (y/n)?” The girl glared at (y/n) for stopping Peter from doing what he was doing.
(Y/n) stared at him with tears threatening to leave her eyes. She should have expected this, she didn’t know why she thought he changed from being with her. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. So she looked him in the eyes, took a deep breath and said “Thank you for all of the memories.” And with that she turned on her heels, picked up her stuff and went to her locker.
She spent weeks…months, trying to get over the curly haired boy. She smiled less, her usual bounce in her step disappeared, and her eyes didn’t shine anymore. She distracted herself in her studies and would join all the clubs she could to keep herself busy. She would avoid any halls Peter was in. In class, she would only look at the board or her class work. She would plaster on a fake smile around Peter and his friends so he wouldn’t know she was hurting.
When she was left with her thoughts, she would ask herself 'why are you so stupid?’, 'why did you think you could change him?’, or 'why aren’t I good enough?’. She thought of how every touch, every word, every date, every look, and every 'I love you’ was planned and was all a lie. She couldn’t forget how he was her first date, first boyfriend, first kiss, and first 'I love you’. She rebuilt the wall around her heart except it was ten times stronger. She never would forget the heart break that Peter Parker put her through.