𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟓

Not My Boyfriend ❀

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer alltoowelltom on Tumblr

https://www.tumblr.com/alltoowelltom/694122774132899840/could-i-have-either-peter-parker-x-femreader-or?source=share

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → drunk reader, excessive alcohol consumption, all characters in this story are in college

Summary → Peter comes to pick you up from a night out but you don't recognize him.

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Peter had just relaxed into the sofa to flick on a reality show while he waited for you to return from a well-deserved night out with your friends when you called.

"Pete?" He heard your giggly and wavering voice on the other end.

"Hey baby," he chuckled. "Having fun?"

"Yeah," you mumbled quietly, Peter having to strain to hear you over the loud bass of the club you were in. "But do you think you can come and pick me up?" You ask.

Peter frowns.

"I thought you were going to Uber home?"

You shake your head, forgetting that he can't see you over the phone.

"I was going to, but I really miss you." You whine, thanking your friend with an enthusiastic eyebrow raise as she hands you another drink.

Peter blushes slightly.

"Sure thing, hun," he says, already standing up to hunt for his shoes and a jacket. "You just wait there, okay?"

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Peter ducks out of the way of a drunk couple, pushing his way through the dancing crowd as he searches for you. This is definitely not his type of place, preferring a quiet night in with his girl by his side and a few friends around. You were more than happy to indulge Peter, but you had been working so hard lately and your friends insisted you needed a break to let loose.

He spots you leaning against a wall, eyes half shut as you sway to the beat with a glass in your hand.

"Hey babe," he says.

You glance at him, and he's a little confused as you glare at him, turning away a little.

"Where did your friends go?" He asks, placing a concerned hand lightly on your back.

"They're just in the bathroom," you say coldly. "They'll be right back."

When Peter nods and goes to take your drink from you, you stand up taller and look him up and down.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" You ask. "I have a boyfriend."

Peter's eyes crinkle as he begins to understand the situation.

"Oh yeah?" He asks. "Tell me about him."

"He's perfect." You say and Peter's heart soars. "Well, almost perfect." You correct yourself and his face falters a bit. "He's constantly forgetting things, or breaking things, or falling asleep literally anywhere. But I love that about him. I love him," You sigh dreamily, before frowning. "I miss him."

"How about I take you to him?" Peter suggests and you nod excitedly while allowing him to guide you to the door.

Feeling the fresh and cool night air hit your flushed skin you breathe deep, stopping to look at Peter.

"I swung here, but I don't know if you being drunk would be breaking drinking-and-swinging laws," he wonders. "There's not really anyone I can ask about that."

Your brow furrows at his words. Swinging? Drinking and swinging? Before realization crosses your features.

"Petey!" You cheer, wrapping your arms around his neck. He stumbles for a second before holding you upright and wrapping an arm around your waist. "Why didn't you tell me you were here?"

Peter rolls his eyes.

"I tried."

You look around, hanging onto Peter's shoulders as you swivel.

"Where's your car?" You ask.

Peter frowns, eyebrows lifting and mouth pouting slightly.

"I don't have a car, baby." He reminds you gently. "I'm walking you home."

"Oh," you say, before smiling brightly. "Lead the way!"

Peter holds you close, tucking one half of his jacket around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

"This is gonna be a long walk," he mutters to himself.

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