Peter Parker Imagines

Wait [Female!Reader]

❝Dᴀʀʟɪɴɢ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ, I ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇᴅ ʟᴀɴᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱɪɴ'..❞

It hurt, there was no denying it. Such a thing would hurt, wouldn't it? You had such immense feelings for this boy. He was sweet and kind and just pure sunshine. You'd about drowned in his coffee brown eyes and dark messy curls- yet you didn't know, because it felt so wondrous.

Every single last part about being with him was so amazing. He made you feel like you were flying through the night sky- high enough to touch the stars and lay amongst them. It was blissful- isn't all ignorance bliss, though? Your relationship with him was never solid. He was flakey and never made anything official. He constantly blew off what could be considered dates and never bothered to call you to say so. He'd go ghost for days on end, and then text you around four in the morning to see if you were awake. He had expected you to act like him doing so was okay. He wanted you to not care that he never referred to you as his girlfriend or even just his girl- that he was only ever affectionate in certain actions but never words.

For awhile, you complied. His sweet kisses and warming touches won you over until they began to turn cold to you. They became empty and soon, having him around hurt more than being without him. You hoped he'd change- you hoped he'd tell you he wanted you. You wanted him to want you.

"I can't keep waiting for you to change..", you told him.

He just laughs, "Then don't. I know you feel like we should be together- and maybe you're right. I could see it but.. not now. If you can't wait, then don't."

His words are cold and harsh. They bite at you- and yet he smiles that smile you fell for. It hurt even more than you thought.

He didn't care that you were leaving- he didn't care that you wouldn't wait.

He told you not to wait.

So you didn't.

You picked up your broken pieces and moved on. You put yourself first and didn't let any other boy into your heart. You weren't about to let some other boy come in and ruin you all over again. You couldn't afford it and you didn't want it. The ache that boy left you with took so long to fade off- especially when he was all you knew. High School Sweethearts- that's what you two were supposed to be. He'd been so sweet and so welcoming when you'd both first met. He was bright and happy and you swore at some point, he did love you. He had to have- but then the flame he held for you died out. You don't know when or how or even why, you just know it happened. You tried so hard to ignore it- but it was no use. The flame was dead- or at least, you thought so.

It was a year or two later when you finally saw him again. You noticed his messy curls first, and then the coffee brown eyes once he was close enough. He looked only a little older- more tired and weary, but overall unchanged.

"You really changed..", he murmured.

You simply shrugged, "I guess?"

He seemed taken aback by your casual answer. What was he expecting? You to drop everything at the sight of him?

"I missed you."

"Oh."

"Oh? Didn't you miss me? I know I told you not to wait but I can see-"

You cut him off, knowing what he was going to attempt to say, "I don't wait and I didn't wait. Not for anyone anymore. I'm sorry, but I moved on."

You could see him visibly deflate- could see the ache in his eyes and you'd be a liar if you said you didn't feel something. It just wasn't enough to sway you. Yes- you'd loved him for years. You'd put up with him and shared some intimate moments, but he let all of it go. He let you go and you didn't want to turn back.

"But I-"

"Hey!", a new voice cut in from behind you. You turned and were met with another mess of curls and brown eyes, though these ones were a little brighter. Not really in color, but in emotions. These curls weren't as messy, though they could be, you would know. They belonged not to a boy, but to a young man. One with a little dust of freckles across his nose- with pink lips and a dazzling smile. This young man truly was the epitome of sunshine. Meeting him made you realize you'd never properly seen the sun in a person. This young man held your entire heart, and in return he gave you his. He didn't just make you feel like you were flying- he actually took you to touch the sky. He kissed you under stars and held you during sunrise in the mornings. His name was Peter, and although at first you avoided him because of two all too familiar features, you learned he was much more than that. Though relationship wise, he was very much a man, he could still be a boy. In a good way though. He didn't toy with others feelings or your heart. He didn't dance around your relationship or the thoughts of a future with you, no. He enjoyed being childish with you, not to you. Movie marathons, pillow forts, video games and late night 'adventures' for ice cream or food.

He trusted you with his secrets. Told you of something you couldn't talk about to anyone didn't know through him. He missed dates, but he always called. He left in the middle of the night, but always came back. He kissed you good morning and good night. He was affectionate with his words just as much as with his actions. He showed you his love and told you of it. He wasn't much of a writer, but you were sure he could write novels of his feelings for you.

He put a ring on your finger and soon, he would give you his last name.

"Did you wait long?", he asked you once he was by your side.

You shook your head, "No."

"I thought you said you didn't wait for anyone?"

Another shrug came from you, "He's an exception, but I really meant that I don't wait for people who aren't worth my time. I have to go now, have a nice night."

With that, you turned and slipped your hand into Peter's. He gave you a confused expression and asked you who that was.

"Just some boy I didn't wait for."

He raised an eyebrow, both confused and amused by your little cryptic response, "Alright? Ned and MJ might not come by 'till later. They're caught in traffic, so we have to wait, that okay?"

"Of course."

"Wanna do anything while we wait?"

"Let's go adventure out for some soft-serve?"

A mischievous smile pulls across his lips, "Only if we can bypass traffic my way."

"I'd be disappointed if we didn't.", you replied, giving his hand a squeeze.

His smile grew and before you knew it, you were off. You both launched out of a secluded alley-way after making sure you were covered enough to go unrecognized. The man in him wanted to keep you safe at all costs, just as much as the boy in him wanted to fly with you. Well- swing is a better way to describe it. He couldn't fly, but he could swing you around the city. Free-falling wasn't something most people looked forward to and you were still terrified of it, but it was as close to flying as you got.

Peter would never let you go. Not then and not ever. So that's why you'd wait for him.

Even when you were having a good time- when he was kissing the cool and sweet chocolate off your lips- murmuring his love and suddenly tore away. He'd apologize repeatedly and promise to return. You would watch him swing off and you would wait. And wait, and wait, and wait, and..

Wait.

He'd return, often with a chipper mood and funny story, "...I never thought a waffle cone would be a good weapon.."

Sometimes the stories were far from funny- sometimes he was beaten down, but the good outweighed the bad. He loved you- you loved him.

He didn't make you wait long.