♡ 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮
♡ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Peter Parker x Reader
♡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Toxic traits, but gets some sort of character development! Hopefully!
♡ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 926!
♡ 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: jia is back and is humbly asking you to request something ;-; hope you guys like this fic!! boi i am writing so much these days -- somii and i were joking about how ironic it was that it was exam week and the week we were extremely active over here LOL. hope you guys enjoy! ~ jia
“Hey, Y/N!” The loud, cheery voice of your best friend echoed through the hallways of Midtown as Peter caught up to you, slinging his new backpack around his shoulders.
“Peter, why is it that every time I see you, you get a new backpack?” You chuckled, looking at the bright red backpack that rested neatly on his shoulders -- it looked pretty heavy, though.
“Uhm.. it’s complicated.” He grinned, inwardly wishing that he could tell you everything. Although he trusted you a lot, Mr Stark did say to be careful, because sometimes, some people were just a wolf dressed in sheep’s clothing.
The two of you walked to class, the awkward silence penetrating through the empty space in between you. You liked Peter a lot, but were too scared to show it. Cliche, am I right? The brown curls danced on his head, the geeky smile adorning his face, capturing your heart from day one. While you outwardly groaned at his terrible puns, you admired his creativity to be able to think of that on the spot. He was cute, and what could you say?
However, over the recent months, you had noticed a certain brunette catching his eye. Michelle Jones -- Midtown’s resident emo girl and someone that stood out a little bit more than you. Ned had teased him about it when you were walking with them to class; you distinctly remember that heavy feeling that had pooled in the bottom of your stomach and had made it feel weird. You ended up passing it off as a stomach upset -- nothing more, nothing less. You pushed the feeling all the way down and ignored it, putting on a fake, cheery smile to set your friends at ease. It hurt to see that Peter was paying more attention to her than you -- almost every one of your conversations were about Michelle this, Michelle that, and nothing else.
Unfortunately, you didn’t end up being very mature about this.Your jealousy had overtaken you, and it was rearing its ugly head. Small, snide looks at Michelle were shot and returned, you brushing it off and smiling brightly at Peter when he had noticed a frown upon your face. When collecting the class homework, you purposely “forgot” to collect Michelle’s so that she would have to do it herself. Being the class leader gave you plenty of opportunities to pull that off, much to her annoyance.
You were having so much fun, putting in your best efforts to repel her away from your beloved Peter. It was working! Slowly but surely, Michelle started to join you guys for lunch less and less. Until one day.
“(Y/N), come with me.” Michelle walked over to the table you, Peter and Ned were at and stared at you coldly.
“Excuse me? You don’t get to talk to me that way.” You replied, raising your eyebrow haughtily.
“Alright then. I’ll say it here. Don’t. Think. I. Haven’t. Noticed. Besides, he’s not my type.” She scoffed, turning away and storming off. Good. That got rid of her.
“What? What happened?” The quizzical tone of Peter being confused echoed in your head, while your annoyed face was plastered on throughout lunch after that. Ned rolled his eyes and pulled Peter closer to him, whispering into his ear and a small “ohhh” sounding in reply.
“(Y/N), why do you act like that towards her? Michelle’s so nice! I mean, she’s sweet, she’s caring.. What’s there not to like about her?” Peter exclaimed.
“That’s all you care about, isn’t it?” You mumbled under your breath, hoping that he couldn’t hear you. Unfortunately for you, he did, and he was extremely puzzled. Ned felt the tension and decided that it was the perfect time for a bathroom break.
“What do you- Wait, (Y/N)? Are you jealous of her?” Peter furrowed his eyebrows in realisation.
“No shit, Sherlock.” You grumbled, laying your head on the table and feeling embarrassed as hell.
“But.. I.. Huh?!”
“Peter, almost every single one of our conversations have been about her and her alone. How do you think that would make me feel? ...Especially if I was the one that liked you..” You replied, saying the last part extremely quietly.
Peter’s face flushed red.
“You- I- Wha?” He fumbled, hiding his face in his jacket.
“(Y/N), you didn’t have to be that way, you could have just told me..” He replied, blushing bright red.
“Dude, you really think I’d tell you outright?” You looked at him incredulously. The nerve of this man-
“I-I mean! It would be easier!” Peter stammered, you could almost see steam coming out of his ears!
“No way in hell, man.”
“A-Anyways.. I like you too. A lot.” Peter finally said -- those four words you had been working so hard for to hear.
“Liking Michelle was kind of a cover up.”
“Damn it. You’re making me feel even worse.” You grumbled.
“But yes, I like you too.”
Following up, you tried your best to find ways to apologise to Michelle, including writing a letter, baking her cookies and cupcakes -- now it looked as if you were the one crushing on her. Luckily for you, though, she accepted it graciously and agreed to put it all behind the two of you.
So at the end of the day, everyone was pretty much satisfied. You and Michelle were becoming great friends, even bonding over a certain movie -- and you had your perfect boyfriend there for you. Wasn’t it amazing how well some things could work out?
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Okay so here’s what I’m thinking: Harley has come to intern with Mr. Stark at the Avenger’s tower and he’s really excited to show him the Ironlad suit and train with him etc. but since he’s still a teenager without superpowers Tony wants to keep him in the lab and away from the action. Harley knows that Spiderman works with Ironman because he’s repaired the suit after a mission but because Harley’s not an avenger he doesn’t get to know Spiderman’s identity. For this reason, Harley grows to hate Spiderman. All his friends know he hates him, but what he doesn’t know is that one of his friends is Spiderman.
“Fuck him, man. He thinks he’s better than everyone just because he has super strength. And web shooters. I make improvements to those goddamn shooters.”
“I heard he makes the web fluid himself.”
“Fuck you too, MJ. You’re on his side.”
“You’re just jealous that he gets to fight with the big boys and you don’t.”
“If Tony would just let me meet him... I mean, I can help. If I could even just work directly with him- But everything has to go through Tony and then to the kid and then to Tony and then back to me. I wonder if Spiderman even knows I exist.”
“Are you even listening to yourself? You call the owner of Stark Industries, not to mention Ironman himself, by his first name. You work with real superheroes-” Ned said.
MJ interrupted, “Yeah so stop whining about Spiderman.”
“I’m not whining. I have a right to be upset.”
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