Peter Parker Imagines

Halloween Confessions

Summary: you and peter clear up some relationship stuff on halloween!!

Prompt #3: "You were never second best."

Warnings: none, just some angst w a fluffy ending (and it's very unedited omg)

Word count: 1.3k

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You could hear the sound of the music blaring down the street, the soft hum of voices accompanying the noise. It was Halloween night and your neighbor, Liz, was hosting a huge party. Why weren't you there, some might ask? The answer is simple.

You weren't invited.

Now, normally this wouldn't bother you in the slightest. After all, you and Liz had never really been close in the first place. It wasn't like you disliked each other or anything, your personalities just... didn't quite click. But tonight, each beat from the music was like a stab to the chest as you sat on your back porch, clutching a cup of hot chocolate in your chilly hands.

It was cool outside, a soft breeze blowing through occasionally to send a shiver up your spine. You were in an oversized pumpkin sweater and joggers, looking at the stars above you as the soft orange fairy lights lit up the porch around you. Although the stars were beautiful, one thought continued to plague your mind.

Peter wasn't there with you.

You and Peter had been talking for almost a month before you broke it off two days before Halloween. No matter how hard you tried to advance your relationship, he always seemed to be preoccupied with something else. God, you liked him so much (you weren't quite ready to admit that you loved him yet) but for some reason he just didn't like you nearly as much back. At least that's what you'd assumed based on his behavior.

The two of you would stay up late, talking about the highs and lows of your days as you stared at the stars together. Sometimes he'd reach over and lightly grasp your hand; other times he'd turn his head to look at you, the stars above you reflecting in his deep brown eyes as he smiled softly. When he was feeling particularly brave, he'd lean over and peck your cheek, letting his lips linger above your skin before pulling away with a slight tint on his cheeks.

All of these were indicators that he truly did like you the way you liked him. However, there were... other instances where his actions proved otherwise.

Like when he cancelled your halloween plans to go to Liz's party.

You'd been so excited for one of your favorite nights of the year. The two of you had planned the night together, fitting in everything from watching scary movies to pointing out constellations in the sky. It was also the night you were planning on asking him if he wanted to make your relationship official. The night you were planning to kiss him, really kiss him.

But it all came tumbling down when he told you that he was going to Liz's party instead. In a wave of anger and deep hurt, you lashed out at him, telling him that you were through before running out of the room despite his calls for you to wait. It wasn't the first time he'd cancelled on you for "Liz," and you were sure it wouldn't be the last time.

Looking back on it, you realize you probably should've explained how you felt instead of running off. However, the pain was still fresh and you didn't think you had it in you to approach him at the party, even though he was less than a minute away.

As you were lost in thought, you wiped a few tears away, sniffling a bit before jumping up as the doorbell rang. Grabbing the candy basket and making your way to the door, you silently told yourself that you wouldn't let the events of the past two days affect your night of fun. Plastering on a smile, you opened the door, slightly shocked when you saw Peter standing outside your door.

With a quick glance, you noticed he was in a (slightly torn up) Spiderman costume. It looked... oddly real?

"Uhh.." he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, "Trick or treat?"

"What do you want, Peter?" you questioned, slightly suspicious, "And why are you trick or treating? Shouldn't you be at Liz's party?"

"Yeah, about that," he stumbled, "I'm not trick or treating, and I can explain that later. What I want is to talk about us."

"Us....?"

"Why'd you break things off?" he blurts, "I mean, I kind of know why, but I want to hear an explanation from you. Not that you owe me one or anything, I just couldn't live with myself thinking I'd done something to hurt you, and it's driving me crazy-"

"Because-" you choked a bit on your words as Peter closed his mouth, surprised you were actually going to talk to him, "Because I was tired of playing games, Peter. I was tired of never knowing how you really felt about me. I was tired of always being second best."

He stared at you for a moment, shock evident on his face. How could you possibly believe that? You'd always been his number one. His go-to. How could he have failed so horribly that you actually doubted his feelings for you?

As Peter continued to stand silent, you grew restless, tugging on the sleeves of your sweater as a strand of hair fell across your face. Before you could even raise your hand, Peter had was already tucking it behind your ear before gently cupping your face with his gloved hand.

"You were never second best," he whispered, wiping away a tear that had slipped down your cheek with his thumb, "I'm so sorry that I somehow made you feel that way, because it isn't true. Y/N, you're one of the most important people in my life, and I want you to know that."

"Then why did you ditch me for- for her?" your voice cracked as you finally asked him the question you'd been dying to ask for the past two days.

"I didn't," he tried to explain, his eyes begging you to know that he was telling the truth, "I- I made that up as an excuse for why I was gone. Every single time I've said I was with Liz, it was a lie. In all honesty, I've never even spoken to her before, Y/N. I can't tell you where I've been, it'll put you in way too much danger, but I will tell you someday. Until then, you'll just have to trust me. Can- can you do that?"

After a few moments of silence, you nodded your head slightly, his thumb still rubbing against your cheek. "Yeah, I can," you whispered, a small smile forming on your face as he smiled back at you.

"Also I was, uh," he gulped, "I was wondering if you'd like to make things, uh, make things... official?"

"Well, it's about time you asked," you giggled, placing your hand above his own on your cheek, "I've been dying to ask you that, so thanks for doing it for me."

He laughed along with you for a moment before moving forwards, gently pressing a kiss to your other cheek. This time, he lingered longer than usual, only slightly pulling back to look into your eyes for permission before pressing his lips to your own. After a moment, you melted in to the short kiss, drinking in every second of it. When he pulled away, his cheeks were tinted the usual red, a huge grin crossing his features.

"So, how about those horror movies, huh?" he yelped when you playfully hit his arm, laughing at his awkwardness.

"We both know you'll be hiding in my arms for the whole movie," you teased, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside after you.

"That's exactly where I want to be," he whispered, just low enough so you couldn't hear.