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too-many-baes · 5 years

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Late Night Call

Pairing: Fem!reader x Peter Parker

Warning(s): Angst, fluff, depressive thoughts?

Word Count: 1.6K

Summary: Everybody gets sad, and on this particular night when Y/N gets sad, she calls her best friend Peter to try and make her feel better

A/N: IDK ‘bout y’all but I can so see Peter doing this

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Loud laughs and bright eyes were synonymous with you. If there’s one thing people could count on you for it’s your unwavering high spirit. You prided yourself on that fact.

That is why you were so disappointed in yourself tonight, your ‘devil may care’ attitude nowhere to be seen. Tonight your walls are crumbling down, your normally dry eyes have tears creeping into their crevices and all you wanted was to rid yourself of the feelings that constricted your lungs. Nothing had happened, you had no reason to be feeling this way, yet here you are, frustrated with yourself over something you have no way of controlling.

You pick up your phone, thumb hovering over the call button in a silent debate on whether to hit it. You were swinging back and forth between it’s late you’ll wake him and he’s your best friend he won’t care when you impulsively hit call, taking in a steadying breath as the phone begins to ring.

“Mmmm… hello?” You feel a pang of guilt as it’s clear to you that sleep had a firm grip on Peter before you rang.

“Hey, it’s me.”

“Y/N? It’s 1:30, is everything alright?” The worry in his voice evident in every word causing a half-hearted smile to flash across your lips.

“Yeah yeah, everything’s fine. Just wondering if you felt like a late night hang out?” You tried your best to sound nonchalant but you worry that neediness may have seeped into your voice.

“Uh, yeah sure thing”, he says while clearly still trying to wake himself up. “Aunt May’s asleep so you’ll have to come in through the fire escape.”

“No problem Petey”, you say, both of you knowing that it wouldn’t be the first or last time you would do that. You were well versed in the fire escape, often taking it to see Peter when it was later at night and his Aunt would have not allowed visitors. Never this late though, you thought to yourself.

“You sure you’re alright Y/N?” Peter’s question is telling that he knows something is wrong, he wouldn’t be your best friend if he didn’t.

“C’mon Parker, it’s me”, you say as if that should dispel any doubt about your state. “See you in a minute.” You click end on the phone call and get your jacket and shoes on. As you make your way down the fire escape and out onto the street you thank your lucky stars that you had happened to befriend someone who lives so close to you. Before you know it you’re climbing the fire escape that leads to Peter’s bedroom and tapping lightly on his window.

He was there almost immediately. He sluggishly opens the window and offers out a hand which you take to help you inside, shutting the glass after you. You take in Peter’s attire, grey sweat pants and a plain white crew neck, his hair dishevelled from his pillow. His eyes are bleary and from the looks of how slow his eyelids are moving, barely awake.

“I’m sorry Peter, you should go to sleep”, you say feeling guilty all over again. You turn to head out the way you came but Peter takes a hold of your forearm.

“I’m awake now”, he says playfully. Barely, you think to yourself. He drags you to his single bed, taking his usual spot pressed into the corner where the two walls meet and you take up your space sitting on the pillow beside him, legs outstretched in front of you.

You don’t know what to do with yourself now that you’re here and you feel awkward, which is something you’ve never been able to say you’d felt before with Peter. You can’t help but wonder what you had wanted when you’d called him. You were feeling sad, but maybe you hadn’t needed to involve anyone else. The vulnerability of being so down in front of someone else scares you and you suddenly regretted even calling him.

You can’t regret it too much as you know that he is the only person you had wanted to see when you had started to feel low, and you know that there’s a reason for that.

What were you supposed to do now though? You weren’t one to open up about your feelings, not even to Peter, so what was the point in being here? You’re frustrated at yourself, would it really be that hard to just say ‘I’m sad and I wanted some company’?

Your frustrations only add to your sadness and you turn your head away from your friend as you can feel tears threatening to escape their ducts. Your tightly lock your hands together in front of you and begin to twiddle your thumbs as a way of dispelling the unbalanced energy in your chest.

“Y/N?” Peter questions, his voice quiet and gentle. A sniffle escapes you despite your best efforts. Your eyes still firmly away from his you feel a tentative, slow hand separate your own, taking a reassuring grip on your right hand. The action takes you by surprise and when you finally look up at his face you can tell that he is just as surprised himself. This was new for both you, you were in unchartered territory, both of you being cautious and apprehensive.

His concerned eyes on your face was all it took for your tears to finally spill over. Still shoulder to shoulder you close the distance between your head and his shoulder, resting your cheek upon it as your crying heightens.

“Oh Y/N”, he breathes out, removing his hand from yours in favour of placing his arm behind your neck to hold your head against his shoulder, his other arm going across the front of you so that you were encircled in his arms. Your hands instinctually rise and grip his forearm in front of you for stability as you continue to cry pointless tears.

Peter rests his cheek atop your head and rubs his hand lightly up and down your upper arm as you cry. Eventually his comfort aid your eyes to begin to dry as your sobs descend into long and ragged breaths.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He queries after allowing you time to calm. You shake your head no.

“S’nothing to talk about, I was just sad I guess”, you say lifting your head up and wiping your eyes before adding, “sorry, it’s pretty stupid.” Embarrassment takes hold of your sensibility once more. Peter releases you from his arms and nudges your shoulder with his own.

“It’s not stupid Y/N. Everybody gets sad, even hard-asses like you”, he says with a cheeky smirk that gives you no choice but to smile in return.

“Well clearly I’m not that much of a hard-ass, I just cried my eyes out over nothing.” You chuckle at your statement as you run your sleeves over your face, and the silence lingers a moment before Peter speaks again.

“You ever seen The Princess Bride?” He asks you seemingly out of the blue. You smile and nod at his question, knowing full well that he knows you have. “Well think about Fezzik. That guy is a giant and tough as hell, but he’s so sweet throughout the movie. I bet you he cries like a big ol’ baby when he’s alone.” You can’t help but laugh heartily at his assumption and you look at him to see him smiling at you. “You’re Fezzik Y/N.”

“Are you trying to say that I’m a lovable, if not slightly naïve giant?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” You both laugh at the absurdity of your conversation. You know he’s trying his best to cheer you up and every time he urges a laugh out of you, you can feel your chest get a little bit lighter.

“Thank you Peter, I really needed this. I didn’t know how much until I was here”, you say earnestly. You knew there had been a reason you had called Peter. Even though your mood has perked moderately you hated the thought of having to leave, not wanting to leave the happy bubble he had created for you just yet.

“My bed’s only small, but you can stay if you want to”, Peter whispers the words almost as if he could hear your thoughts. “Only if you don’t want to walk home that is, I mean it is dark and late, but if you want I can totally walk you home-”

“I’d like that”, you say cutting Peter off mid-sentence. “If you don’t mind”, you add.

“Of course not.” He says rather nervously, but genuinely none-the-less. You exchange small smiles before Peter reaches and grabs the blankets out from under you so you can both shimmy into the sheets. As the bed is only a single it offers no extra space for either of you, but in your current state you find that you don’t mind.

Wanting to feel the comfort of his arms once again you curl into Peter so your hands are resting in balls on his chest and you nestle your head under his chin.

“Is this okay?” You whisper barley audibly. He nods vigorously is response. His body heat giving you the calming sensation like being in front of a fire, you can feel yourself begin to fade fast.

Before you succumb to sleep you feel Peter wrap his arms around you again like you had hoped he would as he presses a whisper of a kiss on top of your head.

“Goodnight Y/N.”

“G’night Peter.” As you drift off a smile graces your lips at the knowledge that there’s no way you’re going to be sad when you wake up tomorrow morning.

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