Reader coming out as a bisexual to Peter? (Andrew, or all of them, whatever you decide) 💜💜💜
Pairing: Andrew! Peter Parker x Reader. (Platonic relationship)
Warnings: family reunion gone wrong, inferred awful parenting, mentions of biphobic comments, comfort, angst with a happy ending, peter is a lovely friend.
Summary: Rumors made you sick.
A/N: This is a request I wanted to do for a long time and I completely forgot about it! It's kind of personal, and I wish I had a Peter Parker to comfort me every time someone judged me or invalidated me. So I really hope this helps someone out there that is struggling because of social stigma! I love you, and Peter Parker loves you. I promise it will get better.
Just yesterday Peter had dropped you off at your place and, even though you knew he wouldn't say no to you, you hesitated before giving him a call again. Your hands were trembling, and you were scared that they may realize what you're doing before he answers.
"Miss me already?" his characteristic playful tone struck you with relief. You sighed, your altered breathing alerting him. "Everything alright over there? Is your family okay?"
"I-uh... I need you to pick me up." Your voice sounded weak and unfamiliar. You heard him inhale sharply, as you tried to explain. "I'm just... I'm not having a good time here, do you think you can come over quickly?"
"Yes-yeah, of course!" You heard him jiggling his keys and you couldn't help but smile at his sudden rush "I'll be there in ten minutes, Y/N. Want to stay on the phone?"
"Yes, please" you whispered, tears starting to well up in your eyes. You could picture him right now, struggling to get down the stairs of his apartment as he put his keys on his pocket and held the phone to his ear. "Can you tell me about your day?"
"About my day?" he hummed, you heard a door click. "Well, I went to visit Gwen at the cemetery, left her some flowers I bought on the way..." He inhaled, you bit your lip at the memory of her "Then I went to stop some... Idiot from doing idiotic things."
"Oh yeah, I heard about that. Vulture, right?"
"Yes." Finally, you heard the beep of his car as his door opened. "I ate some... Pizza? I think it was pizza... Whatever, thing was delicious. And then I went to a meeting..."
"Wait, you ate pizza for breakfast?"
"I ate pizza, because it was pizza Y/N. Now shut up and let me finish" he declared firmly "After class, I studied because I have to write an essay by Monday and I completely forgot. Then I ate the rest of the pizza and went to check on aunt May, and I was about to leave but you called me so I'm driving to your parents place right now."
"Oh, so you're close?"
"I'm seeing you right at his second, Y/N"
And, as you hung up, reality came crumbling down on top of you. You didn't want him to find you crying, but you weren't able to clean up your tears before he arrived.
The man, your friend, parked right in front of your old house, which now felt like any other dark alley in the city; dangerous, waiting to attack you. He stared at you and you shook, standing awkwardly.
"Get in, let's get you home."
Stiffly, you walked around his car to take the seat right next to him, but you didn't say a word as you got in. He understood that you couldn't explain yet, that you needed a moment.
But the longer you thought about it, the more you convinced yourself that something was incredibly wrong with you; and Peter had to hold his anxiety as he saw you break down in tears twice by the end of the trip.
You hated doing this, making him wonder what happened; not being able to form words before a sob came out of your mouth. You hated crying, you hated how it left your eyes swollen and red, and your nose filled with mucus, and you hated how fucking evident it was that you've been crying.
"And... We arrived" he whispered in an optimistic tone, trying his best to brighten the mood "Do you want me to get you upstairs?"
But you didn't move, all you could do was let the tears out and think about everything they said. How unfair it was, how insecure it made you feel; you always visited, you were always a good, you always shared an unbreakable connection, yet your family chose to be selfish and treat you like shit for an inoffensive joke about your sexual orientation.
No laughs, no smiles, no celebration for you coming out. Just that disgusted stare the whole family shared, followed by a wave of disapproval.
"Y/N?" Peter barely took you out of your head, and he was a few inches away from you "What's wrong?"
You sniffed a small "no..." and realized that he may react the same way. That you haven't told him yet, that you wanted to tell your family first and that had gone the worst way possible. That he may reject you to...
"Peter..." Finally, you breathed out. He looked deep into your eyes, the warmth in them sending the comfort you were looking for "I'm bisexual."
He frowned in concentration, nodding and encouraging you to continue, but your cheeks turned red, because that was all. That was all.
"And, what's wrong?"
Surprised, you giggled. For once, however, Peter seemed to be genuine about his reaction. His frown deepened.
"Y/N, there's nothing wrong with that" he declared fiercely, slowly starting to smile at the realization "Why are you crying, sweetheart?"
Your giggles quickly became a bittersweet laughter of relief, cleaning up your tears with the back of your hand. "Don't call me sweetheart, Parker."
His soft, and surprisingly cold, hand took a string of your hair, playfully pulling it as he pronounced the reassurance you desperately craved from your family "I'm so happy that you trust me enough to tell me. And I'm so proud of you."
And the tears came back to your eyes as he hugged you.
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