Peter Parker & Reader
Peter has been (Y/N)’s best friend since the eighth grade, a little over 4 years; they tell each other everything, or so they think.
(Y/N) has had this secret for years, she's gay, and she never thought she’d be able to share that until now .
The night before, you had finally made your decision. Peter is your best friend, you can tell him anything . At least. . . You hope you can.
It’s Monday at school, you and Peter are going to be studying for the SAT after school, that’s it, you’re finally going to tell him the secret that you can barely confess to yourself.
“Hey (Y/N) what’s up?” Peter asks as he stops abruptly in front of your locker. You jump because you’re on edge right now, you’re afraid that this’ll be the last day you get to be friends with Peter. Man, what if he hates me? What if he never wants to talk to me again? What would I do without him? You can feel yourself biting your lip and tasting blood, but you are otherwise unaware of your surroundings.
“(Y/N) are you okay?” Peter asks, sounding concerned.
That question is enough to snap you out of your trance. “Oh yeah I-I’m fine,” you mumble distractedly, wanting to stand your ground and wait to talk to him after.
“Are you sure? You seem really out of it.” He continues, seeming concerned and unconvinced by your answer.
“Yeah really I’m okay- I just- I need- um” you’re still quite nervous, and begin to stutter. “I need to talk to you, not now, just um- after school.”
“Okay, that’s alright,” he places a comforting hand on your shoulder and you suddenly wonder if you’re just being silly. Peter’s your best friend, he loves you, he wouldn’t be mad at you, he’s Spiderman, the protector of the city. Why am I so afraid to tell him?
Suddenly, the bell to go to first period rings. “Okay well I have to go,” Peter says, turning, reluctantly “are you sure you’re alright?” He asks one last time. “Yes, I’m sure, I’ll talk to you later.” You smile warmly at him and turn your separate ways.
The day seems to go by unnervingly quickly. You are suddenly even more worried than before, if Peter can’t accept you, you may never recover.
After the bell rings, you find Peter and begin to walk to his house together. The walk is long and tense. Peter continually shoots concerned looks in your direction, but seems reluctant to be the first to speak. You are grateful for his silence, and continue to walk by his side.
About 15 minutes later, you arrive at his house. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, and your stomach is rolling as the anxiety is building inside you. All too soon, you are sitting on the floor in Peter’s room, and he’s looking at you expectantly.
“So (Y/N), you wanted to tell me something?” Peter says patiently.
“Uh- Well- Yeah- I-” your breathing is beginning to pick up and your heart is beating faster. Tears are building up behind your eyes.
“Hey, hey, what’s up?” Peter is beyond concern now, and looking near panic.
“Okay-” you take a deep, steadying breath in a futile attempt to calm yourself down. “I- I- I am- am-” you begin to trail off but then you summon your courage to finally spit out “I am gay.”
Peter pauses for a moment, probably the most terrifying moment of your life, and then he looks at you and wipes a stray tear from your cheek. Then, he pulls you into his arms and gives you a tight hug. “I’m sorry you were so afraid to tell me,” he releases you and says “You know I love you right? You are my best friend and nothing will ever change that.”
You let out a sob and clutch onto him.
“Thank you,” you whisper meaningfully to him.
“Of course, of course, you know you can tell me anything right?” He tells you with honesty clear in his tone.
“I do, thank you so much.”