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maple-the-awesome · 1 year

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It's Over? ||

Pairing: (any) Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 3,728

Overview: (Loosely based on this) After overhearing your conversation on the phone, Peter begins to worry about the status of your relationship and a miscommunication over text only makes matters worse.

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Peter Parker's such a terrible boyfriend.

...Okay, so maybe you've never said that to his face, but he's convinced it's true and he's also certain you agree. He's been a massive idiot lately which is a realization that makes him sick with worry and rotten with guilt.

Peter feels no hesitation with his feelings towards you and has always put effort into proving it: he gets you hand picked flowers collected during his patrols, writes loving messages for you with webs outside your window, and even texts you pictures of sunsets from the best views in New York, wishing you could be there in person with him because he absolutely treasures you, counting himself lucky every single day solely because of the fact that he can call himself your boyfriend.

Unfortunately, he fears that the title might change here soon because no matter how boundless his love is for you, he's done a real shitty job of showing it - at least in the ways that really count the most.

Originally, Peter didn't notice the flaws to your relationship and even when he did, he foolishly brushed them off. Once your smile began to fade little by little each time he returned home wounded, he reminded you that you don't need to stay up waiting for him every night and can go to sleep earlier if you're just going to be tired and annoyed with him when he gets home. He didn't mean to word it so harshly. He was worn out himself and didn't take the time to consider that you wait all night because you're worried about him.

Your complaints about him returning from work without getting any groceries would simply be met with new promises to do so after patrol. If there was no food in the fridge for dinner, then he suggested ordering take out. As a man who could easily survive months on Top Ramen alone, he didn't think you'd mind Chinese food two days in a row.

Even when you'd beg him to stay home for a date night because you haven't had one in weeks, he'd push you away, insisting he needs to protect New York without once stopping to wonder how his priorities might translate in your mind: 'I need to protect a city of strangers as I do every single night, so no, I can't spare a few hours for my girlfriend'.

Throughout every sigh to part your lips, Peter turned a blind eye to it all. Sure, the two of you argue, but all couples do, right? He still loves you and you love him, it's just...a little rough dating a superhero is all, however you'll both get through it together, he was so sure - and that's the key word: Peter 'was' sure, but after your fight today and the self-reflection he's done since, he's not too confident anymore.

It seemed so minuscule this morning. He was eating a bowl of cereal when he heard you huff from the other room. Upon investigating, he found you holding a red and blue shirt in hand, frustration written all over your face. It was your favorite shirt and it definitely wasn't supposed to be that color. Of course, the reason for its unplanned dye job wasn't difficult to guess.

Peter apologized while explaining he was really tired the night before and must've thrown his suit into the wash without checking the other items first; an "honest mistake" he called it with a shrug. Once again, you huffed, throwing the shirt back into the hamper in clear defeat which only made him press further about your suddenly foul mood. From there, the situation only escalated into raised voices ending in you slamming the door directly in his face when he tried to follow you into the bedroom.

Looking back on it now, Peter realizes his apology came off as halfhearted as he merely continued to stuff another spoonful of cereal in his mouth in between sentences and he probably should've stayed at that locked door to give you a proper apology, yet regrettable that's not how it played out. Instead, he purposely sighed as loudly as he could, asking why you "act so bitchy anymore" before stomping off...Not the greatest way to resolve an argument.

Unfortunately, Peter can't say that was the first fight he's merely walked away from with you. You would think Spiderman would know better, but alas, he's an idiot. In his own immature mind, he didn't see anything wrong or unhealthy with this strategy of simply dropping 'unfavorable conversations', after all, it seemed he had a fifty-fifty chance of you either getting angrier or never bringing the topic up again, the latter of which has been occurring more frequently lately. It wasn't until this morning that he realized just because you don't bring it up again, doesn't mean it isn't still hurting you.

When Peter went back up to the bedroom door, prepared to tell you he'd be leaving for work soon, he heart shattered upon hearing your silent sobs from inside. You were crying because of him. Your tears have always been his weakness, but it was in that moment that he learned there's something else that can deal even more damage to his sorrow and that's the broken words you sniffled to presumably MJ on the phone:

"I-I just can't do this anymore! It doesn't matter what I do! I've tried to not be clingy. I've tried to give him space and let him do his thing, but he never comes back to me! I don't even remember the last time we've gone on a date. It's always New York this, Daily Bugle that. Hell, he volunteered to work a few extra hours the other day yet can't be bothered to stay home just to eat dinner at the table with me! It's like I'm last to everything else in his life even when I put him first in mine!"

The thought of your relationship ending turns Peter's nerves to mush. How could he be so stupid? So ignorant? Such an asshole when he has the perfect girlfriend who has kept putting up with his bullshit for all this time? You don't ask for much in return; you never have. You ask him to help with small chores in your shared apartment. You request that he texts you regularly throughout the night not because you need attention, but because you need to know he's safe. You want date nights every once in a blue moon because he's your boyfriend, goddammit! What's the point of saying you're dating if he feels more like a lazy roommate than an equal lover?

You're slipping right through his fingers and he has no one to blame except himself. He knows that now and he's been spending the entire day thinking about it along with some way to apologize properly.

Part of him wishes he would've just pulled himself together and done something right then, bursting into the room with the promise that he can change - that he will change. Hell, he'd burn his suit in front of you if it means you'll give him another chance - if you'll believe for a second that the relationship is worth saving...But alas, he couldn't bring himself to interrupted your call, feeling it would only betray your trust if you knew he had been listening to a private conversation.

Instead, Peter sat like a statue on the couch, waiting not so patiently for you to leave the room on your own accord. When you did, he leaped up only for you to walk directly past him while sternly reminding him you have work. Of course you had work and, no matter how far he followed you through the apartment, begging you to listen to him for even just a minute, you wouldn't so much as glance his way...The karma he deserves.

While you may not have given him any time to explain himself this morning, hope is not completely lost. Shortly after your departure, Peter came to the realization that his nerves will last all day if he doesn't do something about your earlier argument, thus he decided to text you:

Your final text hadn't come until ten minutes after his, but at least he has a chance to plead his case which he doesn't plan on letting go to waste. He's practiced his apology about a hundred times each hour, engraving the thought-out speech in the deepest corners of his mind despite none of it sounding quite right. Of course none of it sounds right! You sounded so convinced on your phone call - like your mind is already made up on ending the relationship. What if you can't be swayed? What if you don't love him anymore? It did take you ten minutes to text those words back. Maybe you weren't even wanting to say them to spare you both the extra pain at noon.

It may seem hopeless, as Peter worries, however he refuses to give up. Too tense at home, he took to swinging around New York while sometimes reciting his speech aloud. He's tried his best to predict any possible response you may have so that a counter argument can be prepared. He wants to show you that he means this - that he's confident in his ability to fix your crumbling relationship. He's even picked up a nice bouquet of flowers at the corner store, ignoring the weird looks the florists gave as Spiderman dropped from the sky just to nervously request the best flowers to avoid a break up.

Needless to say, Peter's heart nearly jumps out of his chest when his phone alarm finally rings at noon. By this time, he's already sitting on the rooftop of your workplace, waiting nervously for your call while reviewing everything he's prepared in the meantime.

Bad boyfriend or not, Peter still knows you. He knows you find the break room too crowded, so you prefer to grab your lunch and take it back to your desk to eat. That's when you'll likely call him. The plan is then for him to pour his heart out into his speech before hanging upside down outside your office window with the flowers. Sappy, yes, but it's the best a desperate wreck like Peter Parker can think of!

His focus is glued to his phone screen while waiting, only shattered by the sound of sirens nearby. Lifting his head, Peter's heart drops at the sight of several cop cars racing down the street to a location he's learned all too well throughout his time as Spiderman: the damn bank. Of course, someone has to rob the bank now! Crime has been quiet all day, but the one time Peter needs it to be so, it decides to be blaring loud instead!

He curses under his breath when standing only for his ringer to be the new sound in his ears. You're calling now! You're calling and there's a bank robbery a few blocks down! Why does the universe hate Peter like this?

"Hello -"

"- Hey, (Y/n)...Sweetheart - Listen, I'm, um," he bites his lip, watching a few more cop cars zoom by in the company of a firetruck," I am so sorry, but I'm gonna have to call you back, okay? There's a robbery at the bank and I -...I promise I'm going to call you back before your break is over. I promise."

You don't respond too quickly much to Peter's concern - as if you already know to start weighing the worth of his promises. When you finally sigh, you sound just as tired as this morning, "...Sure, alright. Just...be safe, Peter, okay?"

"I know, I will be! I promise I'm going to call you right back so just hold tight!" Swinging into the air, Peter holds the phone to his ear with his shoulder, soon removing it with his hand but pausing to say before hanging up: "Have a good lunch, I love you!"

"...I love you, too..." Another delayed response, one Peter barely hears before pressing the little red button on the bottom of his screen.

He's dealt with lots of bank robberies before. He can make this quick. Swing in, keep the sass to a minimum, web up the badies, save the hostages, and return your call with plenty of time remaining for your break. It'll definitely work out that way, no sweat!

It didn't work out that way...No, of course it didn't, this is the life of Peter Parker; a man the universe just seems to hate most of the time. Forty two minutes; that's how long it took to deal with the whole fiasco at the bank. The robbers were armed with homemade weapons each packing a punch which are already annoying to deal with on their own, but sided with the worry of hostages and his already stressful day, the fight wasn't as easy as Spiderman had planned.

Nevertheless, no matter what the universe decides to throw his way, he has gotten good at recovering. Yet again, the bad guys were defeated and left webbed up for the police, however Spiderman had no time to deliver a clever pun before his exit. Instead, he disappears the second the threat is gone, his phone already in hand as he prepares to face another:

"Shit, shit, shit!" Peter curses, pacing across the rooftop he lands on while frantically texting you back:

Swinging a bit further, Peter begins his way towards your work with his phone balanced against his ear. He mumbles desperate pleas under his breath as he listens to the seemingly endless ringing before, to his relief, your voice finally picks up on the other side:

"Yeah?"

"Oh thank god! I didn't mean it's over as in 'I'm over with you and our relationship', but over as in 'I got the robbers'. I'd never break up with you especially over text, I swear - Listen, I really need to talk to you, but in person. Are you still at work?"

"Whatever it is, can't you just tell me now? I have that meeting in like ten minutes."

"No, I need to tell you in person. I need - I have to make sure that we're okay...I want us to be okay..." He's nearly in tears which is obvious to you by the sound of his voice.

"What are you talking about?"

"I really don't want you to break up with me. I know I've been a terrible boyfriend lately and I know I've made you feel like shit so I probably deserve to be dumped, but I swear I never meant to and I want to fix everything - I will fix everything, I swear! You're the most important person in my life - okay, maybe second to May because she's my aunt, but compared to everyone else! I love you more than Spiderman or the Daily Bugle or - or even those super good sandwiches at the corner deli!"

"Peter -"

"- My point is I can do so much better! I'll start doing all the chores, I'll take more days off from the Daily Bugle and I'll even stop being Spiderman if it means you'll be happy with me, I promise! Just please give me one more chance -!"

"- Peter, hold on!" He instantly shuts his mouth under the strictness in your voice. You hesitate on the other end before a sigh can be heard, "...How quickly can you be here?"

"Give me two minutes tops!"

"...Alright. Meet me on the rooftop - and don't be late. My manager's already an asshole as it is, so I can't be late to this meeting."

The sound of Peter landing on the roof causes you to turn around, yet you have no time to say anything before he's running towards you with his mask already crinkled in his hand as well as a few measly roses with broken stems in the other, "(Y/n), I’m sorry. I promise I’m sorry.”

“Peter, your face…” Perhaps it’s just instincts and routine at this point, but the first thing you notice is the nasty bruise already forming under his eye, not that he’s the slightest bit concerned about that, in fact he doesn’t even acknowledge your comment.

“Please give me another chance. I’ll fix everything!” When Peter officially reaches your side, he moves to hug you - desperately wanting to do so, however he stops himself with his hands on your arms, having no more confidence to push his luck. You could shove him away at any moment, after all, “Like I said, I’ll do the chores, I’ll go on as many dates as you want, and I’ll stop being Spiderman even -”

“- You wouldn’t stop being Spiderman. You’d never stop being Spiderman,” contrary to his expectations, rather than being angry, you run a hand through his hair, your voice a soft whisper, “You love being Spiderman too much, Peter.”

He bites his lip and bows his head in shame. You’re right. He doesn’t want to stop being Spiderman, but…

“...But I love you more…”

“...Peter,” your heart swoons. Brushing his bangs away from his face, you tilt your head to get a good look at him, “I know you love me and I love you, too. That’s why I could never ask you to give up something as important to you as Spiderman.”

“I thought…” He trails off.

“You thought what?”

He glances at you quickly before directing his eyes away, “...I thought you were mad at me because of Spiderman? Because I spend too much time working - that’s why you want to break up with me, right?”

You blink in surprise, “Huh? Why would you think I want to break up with you?”

“I accidentally overheard you talking on the phone,” now it’s your turn to look away in shame, “You said you couldn’t do this anymore…That you were pretty much fed up with me which you have every right to be. I’ve been a terrible boyfriend lately -”

“- You’re not a terrible boyfriend -”

“- I am, though!” Peter cries, “It’s like you said! I leave you second to everything else - I don’t mean to, but I made you feel like you’re not as important to me when you really are. You’ve always been important to me, yet I’ve been ignoring your feelings and I pushed you to the ledge -”

“- Peter Parker,” you move your hands to his cheeks, moving him gently to look at you as you speak quietly yet sternly, “...You’re right. You haven’t been the most ‘attentive’ lately and yes, it really hurts to be tossed aside compared to everything else. I know deep down that you don’t mean it and I know you love me. I love you too - sooo much which is why I really don’t want to break up…It’s just…Something needs to change.

“That call you heard - I was only ranting if anything because honestly, I haven’t felt like I’ve had anyone to talk to lately,” you squeeze your eyes shut, blinking back the tears, “I’ve been so worn out with it all. Work’s been crazy lately with my manager constantly up my ass for reports and then when I go home wanting nothing more than to spend time with the one person who makes all that stress go away, you aren’t there. I’ve…I can’t keep that up.

“...What’s important right now is that we both realize that. I don’t want you to give up being Spiderman, but you could take a night off once in a while, right? There’s like a zillion superheroes in this city, after all. Make the Avengers handle it or - I don’t know, that devil dude. Take a break not just for my sake, but yours, too” you let your hands fall down to Peter’s, holding onto them with a sigh, “...You’re not the only one who needs to change, though. This is partly my fault, too -”

“- It isn’t your fault. Why would it be your fault?” Peter interrupts with concern, yet you shake your head.

“I should’ve communicated to you that I was upset. I should’ve made sure you actually understood how I was feeling instead of just assuming or expecting it. Clearly, you care about us as much as I do and you want to make fixes now that you’re aware of the problems. If I just would’ve said something sooner, it wouldn’t have had to get to this point. It isn’t fair for either of us to suffer without the other’s knowledge nor is it healthy. We shouldn’t have to get pushed to the ledge or worry about a break up before ever once sitting down to actually talk about our concerns like grown ups…That’s what we’re supposed to be now, right?”

“I think so, although it’s not that easy, is it?” Peter mumbles then throws his head back dramatically with a groan, “Ah, May and Ben made it look sooo easy!’

You chuckle, resting your forehead against him, “I’m sure they had moments like this…We just have to learn, is all.”

For what feels like the first time today, Peter smiles and breathes his relief, “How about this: I’ll promise to start spending more time with you and doing more chores around the apartment if you promise to start telling me when you’re upset. Even if it’s something that seems totally stupid, okay? I won’t walk away anymore. I’ll sit and listen and if I don’t, you have my permission to call May on me.”

“It’s a promise,” you press your smile against his for what you intend to be a quick peck, however his arms finally wrap around your waist, pulling you closer into a longer kiss he’s been dying for all day.

“I love you,” he whispers once pulling away.

“I love you, too,” and there’s no hesitation or delay to your response this time.

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maple-the-awesome · 2 years

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Not My Amazing Boyfriend ||

Pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 2,632

Overview: One of your goodhearted classmates has brought it to your attention that Peter isn't being a very good boyfriend. Of course, she's got it all wrong and you're not about to stand for someone accusing your boyfriend of going behind your back. Warning: toxic behavior (not from you)

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"Peter hasn't been a very good boyfriend lately, has he?"

Your classmate's sudden question makes you raise an eyebrow. You weren't even sure if she was talking to you until glancing up to find her leaned back in her chair, body twisted just enough to gaze at you with a look of pity.

"My friends and I overheard the two of you arguing in the hall yesterday. We didn't want to think much of it, but then we noticed you weren't sitting together at lunch today. Don't tell me you two broke up. You and Parker are, like, the biggest lovebirds at Midtown. If you can't make it, then that means everyone else's relationships are doomed to end, too."

"Oh, no. We didn't break up, it's just..." you stop yourself mid sentence, eyes falling to your open textbook shamefully. It's not like you can honestly tell her she's using an empty lure. You and Peter had gotten into a fight yesterday which set a bitter atmosphere between the two of you, but you wouldn't go as far as to say he's a bad boyfriend; just a normal scatterbrained teenager who can be a bit infuriating at times, that's all.

"What happened then?"

Playing with the eraser on your pencil, you give a shrug, deciding to humor Zosia's questions. While your relationship is ultimately none of her business, her random curiosity towards your life has managed to hook your interest.

"...We were supposed to have a study date the night before, but he was a no-show and didn't answer any of my texts until after I had gone to sleep."

Giving it some thought, you begin to regret the tone you had used with Peter yesterday. Of course, he had apologized profoundly the second he saw you that morning, promising to make it up to you in some way. Despite understanding how truly busy he's been and instead of communicating that sting of hurt you had felt by waiting for him for hours that night, you sighed in annoyance and brushed off his offer to study later. One thing led to another with the conversation then escalating into an avoidable argument.

With this new perspective in mind, you decide to add more to yourself than Zosia," I'm going to talk things out with him later and apologize."

"Why would you apologize? Boyfriends aren't supposed to avoid spending time with their significant others. If I were you, I'd be demanding that he make more time for me, not apologize for being the one who's been abandoned. I refuse to believe Parker's stretched that thin that he can't spend at least a little of his day with you. If that's the case, then he should choose which is more important to him: you or work. You're cool; too cool to deal with Parker's bullshit."

"T...Thanks, but it really isn't that big of a deal. Besides, I could never ask Peter to choose between me and his job. It means too much to him."

Your words are true. While it does get difficult knowing the danger the person you love is put in for 'work' and you hate to see how tired he is at the end of each day, you could never be selfish enough to make him choose between two things that make him happy. Of course, you know by just witnessing Zosia's treatment of her own boyfriends that she could never understand the fact that neither partner's feelings come before the other's.

On cue, the bell rings which acts as your saving grace to exit the situation. Quickly gathering your belongings, you hurry to your next period with a new desire to see Peter in chemistry where you're true to your word about properly talking things over with him. After both apologizing and setting up a new date to study (one Peter swears on Aunt May to attend), the two of you end up walking out of class hand-in-hand once again with smiles upon your faces.

While you wouldn't expect someone who has a new boyfriend nearly every month like Zosia to understand, Peter is an amazing boyfriend who does everything in his power to be there for you even on top of all the craziness in his life. He handpicks flowers on the way to school to give to you, visits with you on your windowsill during low points in crime, and even sends you pictures of cute elderly couples watching ducks at the pond together with promises that that'll be you two one day.

Sure, your relationship isn't perfect. Peter gets stressed balancing loved ones, school, Spiderman, and his terrible job at the Daily Bulge while you get worn out spending each night worrying for his safety, but you've both gotten better at addressing these problems. Peter's learned to take breaks for mental health and you take more time to share your concerns with him instead of letting them boil over in secret.

Unfortunately, as happy as you are in your relationship, there seems to be one person who can't believe it. Only a few days after last speaking with her, you find Zosia leaned against the locker next to yours, yapping about her hatred towards gym class without any notice to your half hearted nods while you internally wonder why she suddenly cares about being your 'friend'. The two of you have known each other since middle school yet rarely has she acknowledged you before unless asking for an extra pencil or help with worksheets.

"Hey, how come Parker walks Gwen to class and not you?"

You raise an eyebrow in response to her comment before noticing Peter and Gwen walking on the far side of the hall together. Giving them only a glance, you return to selecting your books from your locker," because they have the same second period and I don't?"

"So?" She sounds almost offended.

"So it would be inconvenient for him to walk me to my class across the school then go back to his own class. He'd be marked tardy."

"Not if he ran," Zosia rolls her eyes," either way, I don't see why he has to walk with Gwen...He looks pretty comfortable with her, don't you think?"

"Well, they are friends."

"Are you sure that's all?"

You don't say anything, being too busy biting your lip for any words to pass. With your silence, there's a pause in the conversation and a side of you hopes Zosia will lose interest, but you could never be so lucky.

"Anyways, you should totally come sit with my girl friends and I at lunch today. We have an extra spot."

"Oh, um, no thank you. I usually sit-"

"-With Peter? I haven't seen you guys sitting together for the last two days!"

"He said he's been busy with something."

"Sounds like an excuse," Zosia rolls her eyes before placing her hands on your shoulders, leading you through the halls to your next class which you unfortunately share, meaning your likelihood of escaping this conversation is close to zero," come on. It'll be fun. We sit by the window so we get the best sun unlike that shady table you usually sit by- one that's next to a trashcan might I add. Gross."

Of course, you try every excuse imaginable to politely turn down her offer, all of which were thrown right over her shoulder. Even after class, you attempt to hurry ahead of her to the lunchroom in hopes of her losing track of you and forgetting, but alas, the moment you walk away from the lunch lines, Zosia is back at your side, armed with her friends as reinforcement.

Within seconds, her arm links around yours, practically dragging you to their table where she sits you down between her and her best friend, Verona. There, you feel like prey trapped within the claws of a predator as you’re forced to listen to the clique of girls dominate the conversation about topics boring to yourself.

"I'm dying my hair next weekend. I'm even gonna get some highlights."

"Just in time for senior pics."

"I know right!"

"If only I could fix my nose before senior pics."

"Why? What's wrong with it?"

"It's too round. I want a nice slim nose, but my mom says I'll have to wait until I'm eighteen to get it- and she wants me to pay for it myself!" Zosia uses her phone camera as a mirror, touching her nose subconsciously," I'm just gonna ask dad next time I see him. He'll pay for it."

Everyone gives a chorus of agreements and praises while you continue to quietly pick at your food, dreading every second of this slow lunch period. Glancing away from the girls, you search for Peter who you quickly find sitting at your normal table at the edge of the lunchroom. As if sensing your gaze, he looks up to catch your eyes, giving you an apologetic smile which you return.

While you wish to keep his attention as a sort of comfort, it’s divided when Gwen Stacey sits with him in your usual seat, touching his shoulder with her own bright smile. The two quickly get caught up in a conversation, making you frown and return to mercilessly crunching the sad excuse for nachos the school served today.

"Omg, did you guys hear about Mila and Ophelia's break up?! Like, I guess Mila totally hooked up with this red head girl from their English Class that week Ophelia was sick. Christy H. found them making out in the girls bathroom and everything. Ophelia then slept with Christy just in spite of Mila, who ended up making a tiktok about what a slut Ophelia is. Do you follow her?" You grimace when a phone is suddenly shoved in front of your face by Verona, breaking you away from your previously blank thoughts.

"I don't have tiktok..."

"What?! Why not?! Here, give me your phone. We'll set you up-"

"Ophelia isn't the only slut at this school," Zosia breaths out of the vape pen she’s borrowed from one of the other girls, creating a cherry scented cloud across the table.

"What do you mean?"

Zosia merely points, sticking the vape back in her mouth before passing it to its owner," Gwen Stacey such a little slut, don’t you think?"

"E-Excuse me...?" You glance over to the girl in question in surprise. She’s leaning closer to Peter, saying something that makes him clearly happy as he leaps up from his spot with a wide grin, lifting her off the ground in a hug as the two share excited laughter while being oblivious to the judgmental attention they’ve now gained.

"I said Gwen Stacey's a slut. Just look at the way she's swooped in the second you and Parker become distant. It’s as if she’s been waiting for this moment her whole life. Man, and just seeing how fast she’s worked makes me think this isn’t her first time.

“Parker’s no better. He really thinks he can move onto someone else after just a few arguments. What a fuck boy. Can’t say I’m surprised though…I’m so sorry, (Y/n), but you were so much better than him anyways. It’s probably for the best honestly. You know, I have some guys I know that I can introduce you to if you want. Do you want their phone numbers?”

Zosia goes to pull out her phone, however, she freezes her action when you suddenly stand from the table, the force of you pushing your chair back causing a horrid ‘screech’ to feel the cafeteria.

"Can I give you a little bit of advice, Zosia? One friend to another?"

"O-Oh, um, sure, what-?" You barely give her time to ask before you're talking again, your voice only loud enough for the table to hear clearly.

"-How about instead of trying to think of ways to stir up drama in other people’s relationships, you realize that not everyone’s like you. We don’t all keep around ‘boytoys’ that we can just treat like crap and manipulate like puppets nor do we have the audacity to even think about sleeping with people when they’re clearly in a relationship unlike your whore ass who slept with Verona’s boyfriend last week.”

You hear Verona gasp, her eyes turning to Zosia in a glare as whispers erupt among the group, but it doesn’t stop you nor does the pale look on Zosia’s face fade.

"I’m only going to tell you this one more time: Peter’s an amazing boyfriend and he’s never once given me a reason that would warrant me doubting his loyalty to our relationship so I trust that he’d never cheat on me especially with Gwen. She’s his friend and has been long before we started dating. She has every right to hang out with him without being called a slut especially by a jealous bitch like you.

“With that said, if I ever hear you try to drag my boyfriend’s reputation through the mud or call Gwen a slut again, I’ll be giving you a real reason to have plastic surgery!” You jab a finger against Zosia’s chest before turning heel, not even bothering to collect your tray as you leave behind the chaos in the form of Verona shouts and Zosia cries out pathetic excuses.

Without ever looking back, you make a straight shot for where Peter and Gwen are talking, the former noticing you right away. Per usual, he’s quick to smile at your presence, opening his arms to greet you, however, his voice is cut off when your lips press against his. Nevertheless, he wastes no time setting his arms around your hips while yours snake around his neck to pull him closer.

“Yeah, I’ll leave you two to it then. I’ll talk to you later, Peter. Bye (Y/n),” Gwen rolls her eyes playfully, leaving the two of you in peace just in time to pull away.

“Did you really miss me that much?” Peter teases, his eyes dazed with love from the kiss.

You hum contently, resting your head against his chest as you soak up the hug you’ve been dying for all lunch period,“ I always miss you…Those barbies didn’t help.”

“What did you say to them? They don’t look happy,” Peter observes, glancing over to the table where the girls have quickly dispersed as Zosia chases after Verona.

You poorly fight back your smirk with a shake of your head,” doesn’t matter. You seemed happy talking to Gwen earlier. What did she say?”

Peter’s smile brightens if that’s even possible. He gently pushes you away from himself just enough to see your face, his words quiet yet laced with excitement,” I got the job.”

“At Oscorp?”

“Yeah. That’s what Gwen’s been helping me with. I had the interview yesterday and she just told me I got it. I actually got it!"

"That's amazing, babe!” You beam, jumping into his arms again with a squeal of joy. He laughs, spinning you around without either of you caring about the looks you're getting from other students,” it’s the same job as Gwen, right? You'll be able to work on all your science-y stuff and you'll be respected unlike like at the Daily Bugle. Oh! And I heard they offer scholarships and stuff to expand in the company-!"

Peter cuts off your ramble with a quick peck to your lips," and I should have more time on my hands, too. More pay for less work running around like at the Bugle. I could take you out somewhere fancy if you want."

"I like our window dates, though. After all, how many people can say Spiderman brings them the best deli sandwiches in Queens?" You whisper nudging his side which makes him fake a pout.

"Is Spiderman trying to steal my girlfriend?"

"Don't worry. As temping as he is, I'm more than happy with the guy I got," you joke, finally getting to sit down at your table where Peter begins to tell you more about the job all while you hang onto his every word with a smile, lucky to have such an amazing boyfriend who all those barbie girls definitely should be jealous of.

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