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parkersbliss · 5 years ago

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Toast | P. Parker

pairing: Peter Parker X Female Reader

warnings: no-no words, mean girls, me attempting to write about chemistry class when I have never taken it, inaccurate representations of teacher

wc; 2.5K

synopsis: no matter how many times she tries to ruin your reputation, Peter is always there to save you.

a/n: I got really carried away with this oops??

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It was obvious that Daisy didn't like you. Anyone within a mile radius could tell by the seething glares she gave you. It wasn't like you did anything to provoke her, at least, not that you knew of. As far as you were concerned, she just didn't like you, always trying to get on your nerves somehow, but you were always taught to be kind to everyone and you were, even to Daisy, which was a plus because it pissed her off. She was sweet to all of your friends, especially Peter, in fact, she seemed very interested in Peter. But that wasn't any of your business, and Peter clearly expressed his distaste to her. Which is funny because, if anything, everyone loved Daisy. Boys and girls begged to go on dates with her. And if you didn't like her like that, you probably wanted to be her. Well except you, Peter, Ned, Betty, and MJ.

"I heard she's not actual blonde," Betty gossiped, sitting down next to MJ who snorted at her comment.

"That would explain why her hair looks a bit off."

You didn't make any commentary, shugging you pick up your apple and bite into it. Peter sits down next to you, bumping his shoulder against yours.

"Hi Peter," You said.

"Hi beautiful," He replies, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. The two of you weren't big on kissing in public, it was just, not weird, but you didn't want to share something like that in front of others.

"Gross," MJ joked, looking up from her book and offering her friends a smile.

"at least I don't suck her face off like every other couple here," Peter said, nodding his head to a random couple that was practically fucking. MJ gags, turning back toward her book and tuning out the world again. Peter wordlessly gives you his hand, knowing you just liked to hold and fidget with it. There were many perks to dating Peter and this was one of them, he just knew. You all sat there talking about the day and upcoming projects when there was a clicking of heels.

"Here comes the demon queen," Betty muttered, rolling her eyes as she excuses herself to throw her lunch away. Ned stifles a laugh at her remark as Daisy approaches Peter.

"Peter!" Daisy exclaimed and you have to try not to die at the sound of her overly enthusiastic voice.

"Hi Daisy," Peter said, not matching her tone. Instead, his voice was monotone, mouth set in a straight line as he greeted the blonde. She makes no notice and ignores the rest of your friends, keeping her focus on Peter. You squeeze his hand softly and he squeezes back in reassurance.

"Did you want something?" He asked, the faintest hint of annoyance in his voice. Daisy smiles, twisting a lock of her blonde (well, maybe not blonde) hair around her finger and batting her eyelashes at Peter, "No, I just wanted to talk with you. As friends." She glances at you gauging for your reaction, but you make none. She frowns, only for a second, before squeezing between you and Peter, practically shoving you off your seat.

"Sorry, didn't see you there," Daisy grins.

You smile at her, knowing very well she was just trying to get you to snap, "It's okay!" You said, making sure you sounded extra cheery and not all bothered. "I should get to Calc anyway! I'll meet you there, Peter?"

Peter nods his head and you pick up your lunch, tossing the remains into the trash before exiting the room, leaving Daisy fuming.

...

"How do you do it, Peter?" You ask breathlessly. You wanted to collapse, body feeling like it was going to shut down at any minute. And somehow Peter was still going at it, was he even sweating? Your boyfriend laughs, slowing down the smallest bit.

You whine, "Peter, seriously, I can't take this!"

Peter stops, crossing his arms over his chest as he waits for you to catch up with him.

"You're so dramatic, baby," He said, bumping you.

"Oh I'm sorry, Peter, but some of us don't have freaking superpowers!" You huffed, finally catching your breath. MJ jogs past you guys, sticking out her tongue, "Slowpokes!"

Peter rolls his eyes, "That's just because (Y/N) here can't take it."

"You're right, I can't. You might as well carry me," You sigh dramatically, putting a hand to your forehead and pretending to collapse.

Peter fake gasps, getting down on his knees next to you, "Oh no, whatever shall I do?"

"I can't go any further, you must carry me!"

Peter laughs beside you, "Oh my poor baby."

"Indeed, very poor." You stick out your bottom lip, forming a pout.

The P.E teacher blows their whistle, pointing at the two of you and you both scramble to get up and start jogging again. You maintain a steady pace this time, Peter slowing down enough to stay by your side. Your hands occasionally brush together from your proximity. Eventually, you get fed up with it and just grab his hand, making Peter blush. You continue to run, too caught up in the way your footsteps fall in perfect sync together, hands swinging beside each other, too notice a foot stuck in the middle of your path. Your legs fall out from beneath you and Peter grips your hand a bit tighter, trying to pull you back towards him, but instead trips himself and loses his grip on you. The pavement smacks down on your skin and you hiss at the feeling of torn skin.

"Shit, shit, shit," Peter panics, crouching beside you. "Are you okay? That was a dumb question, you're bleeding. Okay, do you think you broke anything?"

You shake your head no, looking up to see the source of the foot, you're not surprised when you see Daisy. Peter follows your gaze, looking at the blonde, she notices.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there," She said.

Peter's gaze hardens, "Yeah right, Daisy."

"What do you mean?"

"You obviously did it on purpose," Peter calls her out, a bit fed up with the way she treats his girlfriend. You rest an arm on his bicep, a silent reminder that it was okay. He turns toward you and you give him a reassuring smile, "Whatever, Daisy. Just get the coach, please."

She scoffs, giving you a dirty look, but leaving to retrieve the teacher.

"You shouldn't let her treat you like that, babe," Peter said, sweeping a few strands of hair out of your face.

"It's fine, plus, now I get to have you carry me bridal style to the infirmary."

Peter chuckles, picking you up in his arms, "lucky girl, you are."

"The luckiest."

...

Peter scribbled down the equation from the board into his notebook, glancing back up to make sure it was correct.

"Tell me it again," You said, leaning over his shoulder to read the instructions. Peter repeats the chemical mixture to you and you count the tubes and check there labels, ensuring you had everything.

"Okay, yup, we have all the ingredients."

Peter gives you a small smile, "let's get started then." He picks up the first chemical, checking the label, before pouring it into the small beaker. You step back letting your boyfriend do the work because the last time you tried it you almost burnt your hand. Peter grabs two more tubes, mixing them before lifting the glass beaker and inspecting it. The mixture is a bright purple color like the instructions said it would be.

"Does it look purple to you, babe?" Peter asked.

"No, Parker, it looks fucking green," you said. Peter rolls his eyes, sticking his tongue out at you. "God, you're so helpful. I don't know what I'd do without you."

You give Peter an innocent smile, "You'd be a mess."

"Says the one that almost burnt her hand the last time we did a lab."

"It was one time."

"Don't forget the toast."

"Do not bring my toast into this Parker."

You two stare at each other for a minute before bursting out laughing, causing the entire classroom to look at the two of you, haunched over in laughter. Peter catching his breath only to look back up at you, your face scrunched in laughter and doubling over again. Your teacher coughs loudly and you both try to hold in your giggles.

"Care to explain what's so funny?"

"Toast!" You blurt out, throwing you and Peter into another fit of laughter.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Peter said, "we're almost finished, I swear."

Your teacher only nods, knowing you and Peter were very trustworthy students. Just young and in love. You and Peter finally compose yourselves, Peter giggling as he picks up the beaker and places it carefully above the burner. The mixture bubbles a bit, while Peter using a gloved hand, scans his notes for further directions.

"It says here to-"

"(Y/N)!" A high pitched voice yells, making you sigh quietly. Peter notices your face and finds your hand, squeezing it lightly. You turn around, painting on a somewhat smile, "Yeah Daisy?"

She glances down at her feet, shuffling them a bit, "Look I know we're not friends, but I could really use help on this lab and you're really smart?"

Peter's head peeks over your shoulder, his hand discreetly pulling you against him as he pecks your shoulder, "She seems serious."

You hum lightly, removing his hands from your waist, which Daisy takes no notice of as she's too busy pretending her heels are much more interesting.

"I'll help."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Daisy smiles at you and leads you over to her table, leaving Peter to complete the lab himself, but it's not like you were doing anything other than keeping him entertained. You glance at your notes, gathering the proper ingredients, and helping Daisy to mix them. Surprisingly, she's nice towards you, her normal hostile personality disappearing. You turn around after mixing the last ingredients into the beaker, scanning your notes for further instructions.

"Give a good shake," You mumble to yourself. Unbeknownst to you, when your back is turned Daisy drops another chemical into the beaker, a small sizzling sound coming from it, causing you to turn around, "What was that?"

"Just one of the other bunsen burners, we shake the mixture and then heat it, right?"

You nod your head, opening your mouth to give her further instructions when Peter crosses over.

"Hey guys," He said.

"Hi," You reply, turning to face him and missing the way Daisy rolls her eyes. "we were just about to start shaking and then heating it."

Peter nods, "Don't let me interrupt you two."

"You can start shaking Daisy," You offer, but she shakes her head and passes you the beaker.

"I'm good, thanks."

You shrug and begin to gently swirl the mixture, rotating your wrist in a counter-clockwise motion. When nothing happens, you set it down on the counter to turn on the burner. You let it heat up for a bit before reaching to grab the beaker when Peter stops you.

"Wait," He whispered. You give him a quizzical look and he motions towards the bubbles forming in your mixture.

"Did you mix this enough?" Daisy asked, approaching the beaker.

"Yeah, I di-"

She scoffs, sharply cutting you off, "No, you didn't. I should've done it myself." She picks up the beaker, doing the same motion with her wrist but a little more aggressive.

"Daisy that's not a very good idea," You warn.

"Why? Just give it a few more seconds and then I'll hand it to you."

"Daisy I don't-"

"God, do you ever shut up?" She asked, annoyed. You take a step back, frowning at her outburst, but you knew her better. Peter grabs your waist pulling you back toward him.

"Stupid mixture," Daisy mumbled, looking into the beaker when suddenly it erupts dousing her in bright purple foam. She screams, dropping the beaker on the ground, spraying the rest of the mix all over the floor.

"Oh my god," You said, covering your mouth.

Daisy stomps her foot on the ground, the liquid splashing as she wipes the foam from her face.

"You bitch!" She snarls, stalking toward you.

"I didn't-"

"You knew what I did!"

Your eyebrows pinch together, "I- what? No, I was trying to tell you it was going to explode."

"You knew I spiked the mixture so you made sure I'd end up with it!"

"You did what?"

Daisy shrieks again, "why are you always messing up my plans? Can't something bad happen to you once!"

Peter steps in front of you, pushing you behind him.

"Don't talk to her like that."

Daisy's eyes burn into Peter and she smirks, "You know she likes you right? She has this huge crush on you, It's painfully obvious. God, I feel so bad for her."

You and Peter both look at each other before he turns back toward a fuming Daisy, "I sure hope so, otherwise this would be really awkward."

"What?" She asked stupidly.

"It would be kind of weird if my girlfriend didn't like me," Peter shrugs, a smile playing on his lips.

Dasiy clenches and unclenches her jaw at that, "You're dating?"

Peter nods grabbing your hand in his, "didn't you know? After all, it was painfully obvious." He mocked her.

Daisy clicks her tongue, turning away from you both.

"Miss Lockwood, care to explain?" The teacher inquires.

"Ask them," She sassed, giving you and Peter a dirty look and stomping out of the room, but not before she slips. Her feet fly into the air as she lands in her mess, making her cry out in frustration.

"Oh for fuck's sake!" She screamed. The teacher gave her a cold look to which she replied, "Detention, Detention, I know." Before finally exiting the room.

...

"No way!" Betty exclaimed as you and Peter told her what had gone down in chemistry yesterday.

"Karma's a real bitch," MJ laughed, for once not having a book in her face.

You all laugh with her as Peter slings an arm around your shoulder, pulling you against him, "At least she doesn't bother my girl here anymore, all she does is give us pathetic glares."

You slap Peter's chest and he lets out a small ow, rubbing the area.

"Be nice!" You hiss.

"After all the shit she put you through, I think I'm being quite polite with my comment."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"It's normally your kisses."

"Ew Peter!" You said, pushing him away from you.

Peter purses his lips out, "C'mon, let me kiss you!"

"No way mister!"

"Kiss her! Kiss her!" Ned, Betty, and MJ chant.

You roll your eyes at their childish antics, "You're not helping."

"Not trying too," Ned replied.

Peter takes the chance to gently cup your face and press a kiss to your lips. Much to your dismay, you kiss back, hands flying to the back of his neck as his lips press against yours.

"You're gross," You said after he pulled away, crossing your arms over your chest and sticking your tongue out at him.

Peter chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek as you break into a grin, cheeks on fire.

"Love you too baby."

— END —

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