overthinking alert!
DATE: NOVEMBER 10, 2022
summary: while overthinking as per usual, peter bumps into you. or you bump into peter…
request: yess
song: She Will Be Loved- maroon 5
words: 1.3k
warnings: implications of sex, vulgar name-calling (slut, whore, etc.), and peter being an overthinker
note: part four! is this a mini-series guys… here’s my main masterlist
gif= not mine!
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“and then she put her hand in my hair,” peter’s eyes widened excitedly as he talked, waving his hands crazily for emphasis. “i repeat, her hand in my hair.”
“i always believed in you, peter. i never doubted you for a second,” ned nods surely, while taking a bite of his sandwich. this was the most thrilling lunch period ever. his english class was the most dramatic thing that’s happened to peter in a while (minus the whole spiderman thing).
“i’m almost positive you’re lying, but i’m too high on serotonin right now to care,” a smile decorates peter’s face that stays there the rest of lunch.
the remainder of peter’s day moved pretty slow. his mind pondered nearly every possible outcome for tomorrow, when he returns to english, so he can be prepared. you’re just so cool and relaxed, and peter wishes he could be that nonchalant sometimes.
peter doesn’t hate who he is; he is fine with being the lonely nerd who gives last-minute homework answers to his seat partners. he didn’t focus on himself enough to hate too much (he would probably die in a bottomless pit of insecurities if he did). peter did spend a lot of his time daydreaming and wishing he was spiderman though. yes, technically he was spiderman, but peter and spiderman were not the same.
peter believes that spiderman is cool and relaxed, similarly to you, and he wonders if you would like him if he was who spiderman was. as this thought comes to his mind, he begins to think, did he create spiderman’s persona as someone he thought you’d like?
did he make spiderman for you?
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“fuck,” you mumble as you struggle to adjust your clothes. you impulsively decided to indulge in some football moron during the last period. you are regretting your choices because you didn’t even come. and he didn’t even care.
“you are welcome, sweetheart,” he winks and simply walks out of the bathroom without a care in the world. you roll your eyes, nearly puking at the nickname. you didn’t believe the narcissistic words that left his mouth because he begged you, but he would never admit such a thing. he didn’t care about you and you tried not to care. you never developed any feelings for the guys you hooked up with, but it would be nice for them to be decent to you.
although you hook up a lot (yes, there are repeats, your body count isn’t that high), you do hope to find a boyfriend. it gets tiring being an object to horny teenage boys because you know they don’t care, but deep down, you hoped they would. you’re not a sex doll that boys can just use and throw away. it made you feel like shit because you still ran back those idiotic boys. you had to.
you were done being treated like you were worthless.
you use the restroom for safety measures before checking your tangled hair in the mirror. you sigh loudly to yourself as you snatch your bag off the floor, exiting the bathroom.
your head throbs as you stress yourself out with all their words: “slut”, “whore”, “school’s glory hole”, “cumslut”. there are so many other ridiculous insults that shouldn’t have got to you, but did. if you didn’t hook up with those guys, like the football moron, they would spread even crazier rumors and insults. you felt obligated to do it.
god, you were such a pushover.
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peter’s own mind distracts him so much that he doesn’t see where he’s walking when he bumps right into you.
out of instinct, his hands squeeze on your biceps, tightening on you, so you don’t tumble. when his brain comes to the realization that it’s you he’d bumped into, his normal, mild heart rate shoots up into the clouds, far too high to be healthy.
“oh! peter! sorry, i didn’t mean to run into you. i was… kind of out of my mind to be honest,” you shrug your shoulders as peter releases his grip from you. his hands were warm and his fingers were rough; the second he caught you, you felt instantly safe. peter smiles empathetically, knowing he was just as much in the wrong, and for the same reason.
“no no, don’t be. i was kind of out of my mind, too,” peter nervously licks his lips. the school hallway was empty, since it ended about ten minutes ago. everyone always tries to leave as fast as possible and so does peter, but he forgot his calculator in ap chemistry, so he had to run and grab it.
if you ask why he’s so breathless, he can use running across the school as an excuse…
peter was trying his best to restrain his rapid breathing. the space around you both was so quiet, you’d definitely be able to hear it.
peter got chills. he didn’t know why or how, but he had got the smallest bit of courage to look you in the eyes. anxiety probably screamed from his eyes, but when looking at you, he pushed it down. your eyes were always beautiful. you were always so beautiful. even thinking that felt like an understatement; a glistening, glowing, and radiating beauty sounded more accurate. peter really did believe the eyes were windows to the soul, and he was looking right at yours. they shined, even under the shitty school ceiling lights.
you got chills. you forgot your jacket today, and your outfit was simply a t-shirt and jeans, so the weather was most likely why. but you were inside a decently air-conditioned school hallway. and you were a little heated from the bathroom…
so, why were you standing here, sharing out of mind thoughts with peter parker? of all people?
what is he thinking? probably something important like his science homework or his aunt…
how did you get here?
“i, um,” you randomly uttered, trying to think of something to fill the silence. you hate silence, especially ones as intense as this.
his eyes were soft. they are what one would imagine a teddy bear to be… in eye form… if that makes sense. an aesthetically pleasing, soft, and squeezable teddy bear was the kind of comfort you found in his eyes. you wonder if peter was decent to girls. he was probably more than decent. he was definitely the type to buy a dozen roses on valentine’s day. or remember all the little details, even the forgotten ones. now, you could be assuming way too much. he was nice to you, and that’s the bare minimum. “i gotta go. see you tomorrow, parker.”
and then you slipped away from his loosening grasp. like you usually do.
those longing few seconds you two held eyes, felt like hours. peter thinks he saw something in you that was different from earlier today. you seemed different; avoidant and distant? yes, peter has had the fattest crush on you since the seventh grade, but he was the last person that would really know you. he bet you had loads of friends outside of school that knew you like the back of their hand, while peter admired you from a distance. he wasn’t a stalker, but if you were there, he’d look at you. it was hard not to when you radiated such a captivating essence.
but catching you made peter feel like he climbed the next stair, beat a level, and unlocked the next door. he caught people all the time, saved people twenty four seven! but just the smallest action of catching you in the hallway was nearly equal to all of his greatest accomplishments as spiderman.
he would be spiderman for just you if he could. your spiderman.
he was stuck standstill in the hallway with a wistful smile until he finally decided to use his brain to leave. hopefully, he doesn’t run into you again because he almost died of a heart attack (…again).
but he also wasn’t opposed to the idea of “saving” you again.
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thanks for readingggg sorry it took so long i’m going through it right now
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