A/N: This is a little similar to the Flirtacious Incident imagine. You don't have to read that to understand this one-shot.
Summary: One thing that Peter absolutely despised was the way guys would come up to you, starting up conversations just to annoy him. Gwen - your sister - thought it was hilarious to see the way Peter would clench his fists or tense his jaw. After one conversation with a guy, it took a little more than reassuring to tell Peter you were with him.
Notes:
Y/N/N: Your Nick Name
L/F/M: Least Favorite Movie
Gwen Stacy -> your sister
Warnings: a little makeout session at the end, but nothing major!
Peter Parker x-reader
"Y/N! Get up, we're gonna be late for school!" Gwen exclaimed, knocking on the door. I rolled over in bed and groaned when my sister ushered me to get up. "Come on! Peter's going to be here in a few minutes, and you know how he gets when we're late," she continued. I pulled my comforter off and stumbled over to my dresser.
After a few minutes, I changed, looking more presentable than before. I opened my door and made my way downstairs. My younger brothers sat at the kitchen island, chowing down some waffles my mother made. "Morning, sweetheart," my father kisses my forehead with a hand reaching towards the coffee mug beside the Keurig.
Gwen walked down the steps with her brown bag over her arm. She fixed the sleeve of her suit jacket. "Cute overalls," she complimented. "Thanks. They're yours," I replied, straightening the cuff of the golden brown's cuff.
"They're what?" she said.
I ignored her statement, smirking. She turned to me with furrowed brows. "Okay. Kids, I will be a little bit late home from work tonight, so dinner is up in the air," my mother said. She handed me a cup of coffee. I sat between Philip and Simon, Gwen joining my side. My mother handed us a plate of waffles with our topping of choice.
"Alright, boys, let's get to school," my father grabbed them by the shoulders and pushed them towards the front door.
We wished them a good day at school before finishing our breakfast. During our conversation, Peter had made his way up to the front door. He politely knocked on the door. I looked over my shoulder and shot him a smile. "We'll see you after school, mom," Gwen said. Our mom kissed us on the top of the head.
She handed us each a container of our favorite fruit, telling us to share it with Peter if he wanted some. I slipped on my white keds and grabbed my backpack from the bench. "Good morning, sweet boyfriend," I bowed. He rolled his eyes playfully and put an arm around my shoulders.
"I'm here too," Gwen pointed out.
"And hello, Gwen," Peter waved. After some walking, the three of us made it to school. My boyfriend opened the door for my sister and me. We weaved through the crowds of people, finally arriving at our lockers. Thankfully, all three of our lockers were somewhat in the same spot.
Peter held my backpack as I sifted through the textbooks, trying to figure out what I needed. "Hey. I promised Flash that I'd help with Geometry," Gwen said. "You're still helping him?" I said, setting my AP literature textbook at the bottom of the locker. "Yes, I am. He really needs help," Gwen closed the door to her locker.
She hugged her books, looking at our faces. "We'll see you in Ecology then," I said. She smiled and waved goodbye before disappearing into the crowd. "Can you believe that she's still tutoring him?" Peter commented. "No, no. I cannot," I responded. He chuckled and zipped up my backpack, handing it to me.
I thanked him and slipped my arm through the strap of the backpack. He opened his own locker while I helped him with his things. "Um, excuse me," someone cleared their throat behind me. I turned around, thinking it might've been the person with the locker underneath mine.
"Oh, Theo, hey," I said. "Hey. How are you doing?" he leaned against the other locker. He crossed his arms with a smirk on his face. His red hair was slicked back with the strong aroma of hair gel. Peter looked at Theo. "I'm doing okay," I replied.
Theo smirked and nodded along. He glanced behind him like he was looking for Gwen. "So, what're you doing tonight?" Theo questioned. Peter let out a sigh and grabbed the spine of his textbook. I could sense his anger and uneasiness. "Probably just staying in," I answered. "It seems like you do that a lot," Theo replied.
Peter's grasp on the book tightened, his fingers became red, and his knuckles a pale white. I tried to hint to Theo in any way that I wasn't interested. "Yeah, well, I'm more of a homebody," I stated. "I have an extra ticket to L/F/M, if you wanted to come with my friends and me," Theo offered.
He stole a glimpse at Peter, who was trying to ignore the situation. Peter shut his locker and held onto the strap of his backpack as it sat on his shoulder. "Thank you for the offer, but I'm not interested," I declined. Theo's brows raised.
He chuckled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his light-washed jeans. "And, I've got a boyfriend, and I don't think he'd appreciate me going out with someone who wouldn't want to just watch a movie," I remarked. "C'mon, I can tell you want me," Theo insisted.
"Yeah, I want you to leave me alone," I said. I waved him goodbye and led Peter to our Geography class. We walked to the aisle where we sat, joining our fellow group mates.
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(After school)
Peter laid across my bed, playing with a red rubber ball. He threw it up and caught it before it fell on his chest. I tapped my pencil on my chin while we worked on our project for Literature. We were to read two short stories and then compare them. Peter was quiet when we began working.
I'd like to think that it's his way of brainstorming, but it wasn't normal for him to only say something sometimes. I looked over my shoulder to see him looking at the emoji on the front of the rubber ball.
"Okay. I've got the first comparison done, have you started on the second one?" I asked. He sat up from the bed and grabbed his opened laptop from beside him. Peter looked through the document on his computer. "What's up with you? You've been quiet since we got out of school," I said, setting my pencil beside my computer.
He shrugged his shoulders and sat up in my bed. Peter set his computer on the pillow beside him. "Has that Theo guy asked you out before?" Peter asked. I closed my computer and walked to the bed, joining his side. "I mean, yeah, but I've always said I'm not interested or unavailable," I answered.
Peter tossed the ball between each of his hands, watching it as he played. I reached over and grabbed the rubber ball from him, and set it on the bedside table. "Why haven't you ever told me?" Peter questioned. "I didn't think it was necessary. Gwen has told him off a few times, and he just stopped talking to me," I responded.
"Except for this time, when I was with you," Peter nodded. I sighed, nodding as well. I looked to the side with a smile appearing on my face. "I thought that comeback to Theo's pickup line was pretty sick," Peter said.
"Really?"
"Really," he repeated. Peter leaned in to kiss me, further preventing me from speaking. I smiled against his lips with my hands pressing onto the mattress. Peter's hands rested on my waist, lightly pushing my green tank top.
Peter and I continued to kiss as articles of clothing were being thrown all over the place. The feeling of Peter’s lips trailed up the side of my neck. I yelped slightly when Peter leaned back and flipped me over. He hovered over me with a smile on his face. "I just can't believe you got jealous," I spoke.
"I wasn't jealous," he insisted. "Mmm, I think you were," I said, grabbing his collar to join my lips with his again. So, for the rest of the afternoon, we didn't get our homework done.
Summary: You can't deny that sometimes it's nice to see those who wronged you get what they deserved. And that's exactly what happened. You and Flash had a history. A destructive and unhealthy history. It's been a few months since you and Flash broke it off, and you can't help but laugh at his demise. Peter Parker, your best friend, is there to laugh with you every step of the way.
Notes:
Y/N/N: Your Nick Name
Warnings: mentions of an unhealthy relationship
Peter Parker x-reader
"What'd you get for question five?" Peter asked, leaning against the desk. I looked down at the page in our History workbook. "1889," I answered, reading the response I bubbled in. Peter nodded and circled the question. "I thought you were smart," I commented.
Peter glanced away from his paper. He looked at me with raised brows at my remark. "I am smart. Just not History smart," Peter tapped the side of his head with his pencil, a smile appearing on his face (GIF Above). When I brought my focus away from him, I noticed a few girls glancing my way.
I heard my name and Flash's name come up a few times. Peter lightly hit my leg with his knee. "You'd think Flash would be a little more mature and stop saying shit," Peter said. I shrugged my shoulders, glancing at the group of girls then at my book. "At least some people know he's a shitty person," I said.
You're talking shit for the hell of it
Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant
You're terrified to look down
'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare
Of everyone you burned just to get there
It's coming back around
"You'd be surprised at how many people he's pissed off. I wouldn't be shocked if all of them ganged up on him," I said. Peter chuckled softly. He lifted up the side of his workbook, scanning over the rest of the questions. Peter huffed and grabbed his pencil.
My best friend played with the eraser on his pencil. He picked at the shreds, dropping them on the table. "You want me to say something to them?" Peter asked. I shook my head with my eyes still on my book. "No. That'll just make things worse," I said. Peter let out another heavy sigh. I could tell he was beginning to get tired of the glances.
He went to get up from the chair, but I grabbed his wrist. "You may be Spider-Man, but I can sure as hell try and stop you from making things worse," I whispered. Peter's eyes darted from the far table and then to us. He slowly sat down, my hand still wrapped around his wrist. I let go when he joined me at the table.
"How do you even deal with that?" Peter asked. "I've learned to accept it," I said, "All I care about is that I don't spread rumors like he does. As the wonderful Taylor Swift says, I keep my side of the street clean. You wouldn't know what I mean." Peter playfully rolled his eyes at my comment.
Reluctantly, he went back to his homework. We had about thirty minutes and then we were free to go home. The two of us planned to stop by the skatepark and head to Peter's house for the rest of the night. He rented our favorite movies for the weekend even though we'd watched the films multiple times.
A few minutes passed and we finished the school day. I stood up, setting my backpack on the chair. I dropped my laptop and textbook into the front pocket. "I've got a couple snacks that Aunt May got," Peter said, "Hopefully, Ben didn't eat all of them." I laughed.
Peter set his skateboard into the extra strap attached to the pocket. I did the same, ensuring that my board wouldn't slip out. Typically, we'd head over to the skatepark after school. "Did you actually label the snacks this time?" I put my bag on. Peter nodded in response.
"Yes, I have, actually," he said, "I swear, he only eats the food that's not his. Like that one time we had Chinese food, he ate all of my orange chicken after I wrote my name on it in all caps."
I chuckled at how he was waving his hands around. He pushed the library door open, letting me out first. I thanked Peter and walked beside him. "I don't blame him. Connie's Chinese is pretty good," I said. Peter nodded in agreement. Ben was infamous for eating everyone's leftovers.
Although, he hadn't eaten mine yet, which I was relieved of. As Peter and I walked outside, we saw Flash sitting on a picnic bench. Those two girls from earlier were talking to him. Peter nudged me, connecting his hand with mine. I couldn't help but notice that the two girls were pissed off at Flash.
Peter must've noticed the argument, too. He led us over to a picnic table. "What do you think they're arguing about?" Peter thought. I shrugged, having no idea, but it must be good. One of the girls, I think her name's Sandy, stepped to Flash with a look of hatred painted on her face.
'Cause karma is my boyfriend
Karma is a god. Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend
Karma's a relaxing thought
Aren't you envious that for you, it's not?
Sweet like honey, karma is a cat. Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me
Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that
The other girl, Becca, grabbed Sandy's hand to pull her friend back. Sandy's hand flew and slapped Flash. Students all turned to the commotion. Flash sat there stunned, not expecting anything, just like the rest of us. "What the hell?" Flash said. Sandy stood there with her head held up high.
Becca continued to stand behind Sandy, keeping a good grip on her best friend. I watched the scene play out and debated on jumping in. Peter looked at me and then at the small fight. "Y/N/N," he said, "C'mon." He stood up from the bench, extending a hand.
I could tell he was doing everything in his power not to laugh. I set my hand into his. Once we were away from the school, both of us burst into a fit of laughter. "Oh, my god. I would pay money to punch him like that," Peter set his skateboard onto the sidewalk. I nodded. "Is it bad that I feel bad for laughing?" I said, fixing the strap of my backpack.
Peter thought to himself as he stuffed his jacket into his backpack. The two of us began riding our boards. "I mean, since you feel bad, it means you're not entirely an alien," Peter said. "How'd you know I was an alien?" I responded, going along with his joke. He tapped his chin and pushed himself slightly.
Spider-boy, king of thieves
Weave your little webs of opacity
My pennies made your crown
Trick me once, trick me twice
Don't you know that cash ain't the only price?
It's coming back around
"Do I need to list every weird little detail about you?" Peter said. "No," I shook my head, earning a smirk from him. "I'm going to start anyways," he sighed. Peter did a little trick midair before grabbing onto a street light. He spun around, his feet still on the skateboard. "One, you like Taylor Swift," Peter said.
He stepped off his board, picking it up and resting it on his hip. I got held my board. "How does that make me an alien?" I questioned. "Because all you Swifties worship her like she's your leader or something," Peter gestured to the sky, doing a little bowing motion.
Peter winked at me, dropping his board back onto the ground. "But you have to admit, it's gotta feel nice to see Flash get tossed around like that," Peter said. "He wasn't tossed around. Sandy just slapped him, that's all," I answered. Peter pulled out his phone.
He rested against a metal gate, moving his board around with his foot. I joined his side and pressed my shoulder against his. Peter went to his messages, going to a text thread with Gwen. Our lab partner had sent him a video of the whole fiasco.
Sandy and a few other girls were ripping Flash part. Not literally, although that would be interesting to see. My mouth fell open as Flash stormed away with his face beet red.
'Cause karma is my boyfriend
Karma is a god. Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend
Karma's a relaxing thought
Aren't you envious that for you, it's not?
Sweet like honey, karma is a cat. Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me
Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that
Peter smirked and dropped his phone into the pocket of his jacket. "When did you get that?" I asked. We talked for a little more until we ended up at our favorite skate park.
"Hey, Shelly," I greeted, setting my backpack on the bench. She looked up from her sketchbook and waved. Shelly was usually at the park when we got there. Her younger brother was part of a skateboarding club at his elementary school, and she had to be there to supervise. "How's Max doing today?" Peter asked.
Shelly responded with a 'good' and went back to drawing. She wasn't much of a talker. Sometimes she'd have full-on conversations, but we never really wanted to force her to talk. Peter and I skated for a bit before taking a snack break.
He laid beside me as we looked up at the setting sky. Peter handed me a bag of chips. "This is a weird question," he said. He looked at me and then back to the sky. "Shoot," I waved for him to ask away. "Do you ever think that maybe during your whole relationship with Flash, you learned a few things?" he questioned.
I furrowed my brows at his question. Peter sat up from his spot, propping himself up with his hands. "What I mean is, do you think you learned his tactics," Peter elaborated, "Like, how you knew when he was lying or trying to manipulate you somehow."
'Cause karma is the thunder
Rattling your ground
Karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter
Karma's gonna track you down
Step by step from town to town
Sweet like justice, karma is a queen
Karma takes all my friends to the summit
Karma is the guy on the screen
Coming straight home to me
Honestly, I hadn't really thought about it. Flash had always used my friendship with Peter as a bad thing. Thankfully, I was smarter than Flash. "Yeah," I sighed. My best friend set his hand on my shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I don't mean to quote Ms. Taylor Swift again, but..." I trailed.
Peter shook his head, trying to tell me to stop. I opened my mouth but he covered it before I could speak. "No. Just no," Peter shook his head once more. He took his hand off my face, holding up a finger to prevent me from speaking. "Look, I love you, but not enough to hear another quote by TayTay," Peter said.
'Cause karma is my boyfriend
Karma is a god. Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend
Karma's a relaxing thought
Aren't you envious that for you, it's not?
Sweet like honey, karma is a cat. Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me
Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that
I laughed and put my arms up in defense. He thanked me, going back to eating his favorite chips. We watched some kids fly up into the air and back down. "You wanna head to my house? I'm ready to get that movie marathon started," Peter started putting the snacks away.
I nodded and followed his lead. The rest of the night was filled with movies and discovering Ben already ate most of the snacks.
