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Confessions |Spider-Man: Hoco|

Summary: Peter has a crush on fem!reader, and Ned is quick to think she likes him back. Peter, however, doesn’t believe him.

A/N: Aight, so this is my first fic for this fandom. Let’s do this. Quick thing, Flash is super dicky in this one, so be prepared. Like, not creepy, just hella dick-ish.

Word Count: 2633

Warnings: cursing, that’s it, and i barely proof read this

WEDNESDAY

Peter, Ned, and Michelle were having an intense conversation about who would win: a shark or a personified tornado. Okay, maybe just Peter and Ned, because Michelle was reading her book; however, she would add in little comments every now and again. Usually, the comments would consist of insults, but Peter and Ned didn’t really mind, for she was their friend and knew it didn’t mean a thing.

“Look, all I’m saying is that a shark can’t go on land! Your argument is bogus!” Peter told his best friend, Ned.

Ned shook his head, ready to tell Peter that the shark would obviously win, because it had razor sharp teeth.

“The tornado is personified, meaning it can get hurt! It has feelings! And the small tornado would never stand a chance against a beast of the ocean!” Ned exclaimed, getting more frustrated as this conversation went on.

“Wait- we never said how big the tornado was. So you admit that if it was a big tornado-”

“Peter, shut up,” Ned said, cutting the other boy off. Peter rolled his eyes, about to continue, when Ned swatted his arm.

“Hey! What was that for?”

“Okay, don’t freak out, but (Y/N) (L/N) is coming over here, and you need to act cool,” Ned explained, his voice suddenly a lot lower.

“Dude, no way, why would she- holy shit, you’re right.”

Peter’s chest tightened as he saw the most beautiful girl in school walking towards him and his friends. As she got closer, Peter started breathing heavier, his mind swarming through all the embarrassing outcomes that could come from the interaction he was about to have. When she finally got to their table, which to Peter took years because it felt like he was watching her in slow motion, she sat down.

“Hey, you guys!” (Y/N) said, all eyes on her, even Michelle’s.

“H-Hey, (Y/N),” Peter squeaked, eyes widening. Puberty was going to be the death of him. The other two said hi, Ned giving her a small smile, and Michelle returning back to her book.

“Soooo, whatcha guys talkin’ about?” (Y/N) asked, seeming genuinely interested in their conversation,”You seemed to be pretty heated.”

“Oh uh- n-nothing-”

“Sharks and torandos! Like, who would win in a fight. A personified tornado or a shark.” Ned informed (Y/N). It was Peter’s turn to whack Ned’s arm for confessing to talking about such a stupid topic.

“Oh! That’s cool. Which team are you guys on?” wondered (Y/N).

“I’m on Team Shark,” Ned said confidently, proud of his answer.

“I, uh,” stuttered Peter,”I’m on Team Tornado.”

“Hm, interesting,” (Y/N) said, tapping her manicured nails on the table.

“Why is that interesting?” Peter asked, surprising himself, Ned, and Michelle, with how calm his voice came out.

“Because, well, how do I put this lightly? You’re both wrong.”

Peter and Ned glanced at each other from the corner of their eyes, both unsure of where the conversation was about to go.

“I mean, c’mon. Clearly, sharks and tornados would team up to destroy humanity. Haven’t you seen the cinematic masterpiece known as Sharknado? Sharks would be pissed that humans were in the ocean- because let’s be real here, we’re the ones infesting the waters, not them! They’re the ones that live- sorry, that’s a whole other conversation. Uhm, where was I?” Peter was about to help (Y/N) find her train of thought, but she got there before he could,”Oh! So, sharks would be pissed, and tornados are just ready to fight. Basically, tornados are the muscle, sharks are the brains, and together, they’re unstoppable.”

Ned’s jaw was dropped, Peter’s jaw was dropped, and Michelle simply looked impressed.

“But uh, I came here for a reason other than to school you on sharks and tornados. Liz is having a party on Saturday, and I wanted to invite you guys,” (Y/N) said, smiling brightly. But when they all just stared at her, the smile faltered and she quickly went to her own rescue.

“But you totally don’t have to come if you don’t want to! I mean, obviously, but-”

“(Y/N), we’re going.”

(Y/N) looked at Michelle, who had spoken.

“Okay! Awesome! Uhm- let me just give you guys my phone number and you can text me and I’ll give you the details…does anyone have paper and a pencil?”

Ned and Peter scrambled to search for paper and pencil, but Michelle already had the items out, so she pushed them towards (Y/N). Quickly, (Y/N) wrote down her number, before getting up and telling them all goodbye.

Peter and Ned stared at the ten digits in front of them.

“What the fu-”

Before the sentence was finished, the bell rang, indicating that lunch was over and to head back to class.

THURSDAY

“Dude, I swear (Y/N) has been looking at you ever since she invited us to the party,” Ned said excitedly. Peter glanced up at at the girl who sat across the lunchroom. She was, in fact, looking over at their table.

“Wha- no. She’s probably looking at you,” Peter told his friend, a frown on his face. There was no way the iconic (Y/N) friggin’ (L/N) was looking at the not-so iconic Peter Parker.

“Have you seen me? I’m like-”

“Hey!” Peter interjected before his friend could deprecate himself,”you are a handsome guy, Ned! You have just as much of a chance with (Y/N) as any other person.”

Ned smiled at his friend, feeling better about his appearance. Peter was right, Ned was quite a catch.

“Thanks, man! But honestly dude, she’s totally into you.”

FRIDAY

Peter sat at his desk, working on his advanced geometry homework. Peter rarely hated being in advanced classes, but when it’s an advanced class that’s meant for the grade higher than your’s as well- it’s hell. To Peter, it felt like everyone was judging him, mainly because Flash always picked on him, which lead to him having a nerd reputation. So yeah, basically everyone was judging him, except for one person: You.

The only reason why Peter didn’t bash his head open with his geometry textbook was because you were in his class. You were the perfect person. Kind, smart, funny, stunning, etc., etc. Every single adjective to describe you was always positive. Peter didn’t think he had seen a single day where you weren’t smiling at people, and brightening their days.

When Flash Thompson first started calling Peter “Penis Parker” you called him “Flaccid Thompson,” which shut him up as quickly as he had opened his mouth. From that point on, Peter admired you, which quickly became a crush.

Finally giving up on his never ending geometry homework, Peter decided it was time to text you.

To: (Y/N)

From: Peter

hey (y/n)! It’s peter! i was just wondering if i could get the deets for the party?? haha!

Peter, for some reason, decided it would be best to send the text and then reread the message. Dear God, he thought, there’s too much punctuation! Who types out that many exclamation points? OH MY GOD! Did I actually use the words ‘deets?’ Kill me, just kill me. Before Peter could plan out how to run away from home, you texted back.

To: Peter

From: (Y/N)

Aye! Yeah, I got the deets. B)

Hold on.

Okay! So it’ll be at 1205 Lakeview Blv., and it’ll start at like 8, or 8:15-ish? Don’t know when it’ll end, but sometime late I’m sure. Ned already texted me and told me he’s going, but have you heard from Michelle?

To: (Y/N)

From: Peter

i’ll text her real quick.

Peter sent a quick message to Michelle, reminding her about the party before getting back to (Y/N).

To: (Y/N)

From: Peter

just texted her! thx for the info. i’ll be there!!

Peter needed to chill on the exclamation points.

To: Peter

From: (Y/N)

Ayyye, just got her message. I’m so excited to see you guys there! And hey, if Flash tries to start any trouble, let me know. He’ll catch these hands (ง •̀_•́)ง

Peter laughed, wondering how such an amazing girl could be texting him.

To: Peter

From: (Y/N)

Hey, Pete, I gotta go. Mom’s making me do the dishes. Sigh. But I’ll see you tomorrow :)

Peter groaned, not wanting to wait until tomorrow to see (Y/N). But he had to, and to pass the time, he figured he might as well work on more geometry.

SATURDAY

“Alright, be safe, have fun, don’t do anything too wild,” Aunt May reminded Peter and Ned, a smile on her face. Peter hadn’t always been the most social teenager, so seeing him go off to a high school party was exciting for her.

“Yeah, yeah. Can we go now, Aunt May?” Peter whined, becoming more and more impatient by the minute.

Aunt May sighed before unlocking the car doors. Both Ned and Peter scrambled out of the vehicle (not before saying goodbye, of course) and hurried up towards the relatively large house on the hill.

Peter was so excited that he was actually shaking. And apparently it was noticeable enough for Ned to tell him to chill out. When they walked into the house, the first thing Peter noticed was the lack of people, but quickly realized it was because everyone was in a group in the living room.

“Hey look,” Flash yelled out,”It’s Penis Parker!”

Everyone looked at Peter and Ned, which caused them to wave awkwardly.

“Why don’t you join us? We’re playing truth or dare,” Flash told the two boys, a cocky smile on his face.

The boys nodded, considering the fact that everyone else was doing it. Peter and Ned sat in the back of the crowd, but Flash quickly told everyone to move that way Peter was nearly in the middle.

“Since the doofuses were late, let’s have one of them go first,” Flash suggested. Peter’s heart dropped, knowing that Flash would probably use this as a moment to mess with him.

“So, Parker, truth or dare?” Flash asked.

“T-truth.”

“Okay, tell me now, and be honest. Is it true that you having a crush on (Y/N)?”

Peter’s face flushed red, as he stammered to redeem himself. But, Flash was relentless and continue to hammer Peter. That was, until, (Y/N) stepped in.

“Fuck off, Flash,”she said, a scowl on her face,”If he doesn’t want to answer the question, then I’ll take his place.”

Flash looked over to (Y/N), rolling his eyes,”Fine, fine, but you ruin all the fun. So, since Penis picked truth, you get truth.”

“Fair enough,” (Y/N) mumbled, a bit relieved that it wasn’t dare. She had no clue what Flash would make her do. The relief was short lived once Flash asked his question.

“(Y/N), I heard from Alec something very interesting, and I’m dying to know if it’s true.”

(Y/N) stiffened at the name of her ex-boyfriend Alex Westfield. Apparently, they ended on very bad terms.

“Get on with it,” (Y/N) told the boy.

“Alec told me that the reason you dumped him is because you prefer softball to baseball. Is it true?”

Peter was confused, what did sports have to do with anything? (Y/N), however, seemed to know what Flash was getting at.

“Shut the fuck up, Flaccid,” (Y/N) warned, clenching her hands so tight her knuckles were becoming a lighter shade.

“No, I’m not finished yet, (L/N),” Flash spat. Peter was still extremely confused, and as the tension grew, the more silent the room became.

“As I was saying,” continued Flash,”(Y/N) over here really enjoys swinging for the other team.”

The other team- oh shit.

“(Y/N) LIKES PUSSY!” someone from a corner of the room shouted. A few giggles erupted in the room, but it stayed mostly silent.

“Bingo!” Flash said, clapping his hands together, seeming thoroughly impressed with himself. Peter looked over at (Y/N), her head was hanging low, and she was visibly shaking. Slowly, she got up, fixed her dress, and walked out the front door. Peter quickly got to his feet, and chased after her, leaving the awkward room.

“(Y/N)!” Peter called out, chasing her down the road. For a girl in wedges, she sure could run fast.

“(Y/N)!” Peter shouted, finally catching up to her as she slowed down,”Are you…are you okay?”

She sat down on the sidewalk, feet out in front of her. Peter sat next to her and put an arm around her. She leaned into his chest, and quietly cried.

“I-I’m sorry Peter,” she whispered in between sobs.

“For what? You didn’t do anything,” he reassured her.

“F-For being l-like this,” (Y/N) explained, sitting up. She hated feeling like a mess, it reminded her how weak she could be. It felt, to (Y/N), that she always had to be the strong one in her family. Keeping face for her siblings during her parents divorce was one of the hardest things she had even done. (Y/N), not wanting to further embarrass herself, pulled out her phone and went on to the camera app.

“Jesus, I look like a raccoon,” (Y/N) sighed, trying to fix the mascara and eyeliner that ran down her face. When she was satisfied with her work, (Y/N) stood up again.

“I don’t live too far from here,” the girl told Peter, who was silently staring up at her,”Walk me home?”

Peter nodded, and got to his feet. He and (Y/N) walked, neither saying a word until they got to her house.

“So, are you wondering if it’s true?” (Y/N) asked as the pair approached her front door.

Peter tried to brush off what she was asking,”Uhm, wondering if…what’s true?”

(Y/N) gave her newfound friend a cold stare, basically telling him to cut the bullshit.

“…Yeah, I am,” Peter confirmed, feeling ashamed in himself. That wasn’t his business.

“Well, it’s true. I do “like pussy” as that one fucker said.”

“You sure do curse a lot, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes,”I only curse when I’m being emo, but…that’s what you choose to focus on? I enjoy your company, Parker.”

Peter smiled at his crush, and made a mental note to never trust Ned again.

“Well I better go.”

“Before you do,” Peter paused to make sure she was listening,”Why did you take sudden interest in us? Like, Ned said it was because you liked me…Jeez, that sounds so conceited, but I mean…why us? If you didn't…”

“It may not have been you I had a crush on Peter,” (Y/N) told him, a shy smile adorned on her face,”But…oh hold on. My phone buzzed.”

(Y/N) checked her phone, and her smile got even bigger. She typed a quick response back, and giggled a bit. She put her phone back in her purse, and gave Peter a quick peck on the cheek.

“I’ve gotta go, Peter. Thank you for being so lovely.”

And with that, (Y/N) opened the door to her house and went inside, leaving Peter to his thoughts. As Peter walked back to the party, he made the (what should have been) quick connection to who she had feelings for, and honestly, Peter felt really stupid. Now that he was looking back on it, it was right there in his face.

(Y/N) liked Michelle!

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