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the parker therapy | p.parker

Pairing: peter parker x reader

Summary: (PREQUEL TO “LOCKER NOTES” . How Y/n started to have feelings for Peter.) y/n is having a bad day. peter coincidentally meets her on the rooftop and offers her a little heart-to-heart conversation about their past experiences and connect with each other.

Warnings: None

Words: 3.9k

Notes: originally posted on my wattpad account @aestheticarii. i’ll most likely post some of my other works on here soon! i’m contemplating if i should make this into a mini-series since i’ve been getting a lot a requests for part 3 of locker notes on wattpad, AO3, and tumblr. lemme know if you guys want me to make this into a mini-series! enjoy this long imagine <3

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Y/n is easily irritated. She gets irritated by a lot of things, but she was patient. She would keep it to herself and eventually, it would all go away when she finally gets to lock herself up in her room. But today wasn't one of those days that were bright and sunny, and where she could still maintain her temper. Because somehow, Liz had managed to rattle her so early in the morning.

Y/n disliked being around her cousin. The reason would either be because of her popularity or the fact that they are related. Or maybe it was both? Y/n after all, hated the fact that she too was popular in Midtown High. After transferring to Midtown for high school, Y/n was immediately pulled to her cousin's friend group, instantly gaining more friends than she had planned. Not only friends, but everyone knew her name.

It all started when her first class rolled in. She was already bombarded by a dozen of questions by her other members in the homecoming committee: Should the banner be this big? How much should we be selling the tickets? Are we really gonna push through with the 80s theme? God, it was too much to handle at 8 in the morning! They were like mosquitoes circling around her, buzzing constantly in her ear.

In Physical Education, Flash was hitting on her. Well, trying to hit on her. The guy was a hopeless case. He never gives up. He was always asking her out every other day, or whenever a recent girlfriend of his would break up with him. It was getting annoying, but Y/n was starting to get used to it. Flash was a coward when it came to authority figures, so Y/n used that to her advantage, being part of the student government and all.

Next was Chemistry. Last week's exam had been given out, and she was proud to see the number 97 written in red. But her pride soon diminished after Mr. Nelson announced the student with the highest score, and it was definitely not her. Peter Parker; the kid she envied. She knew Peter since last year from the same class, he seated behind her during Chem. Liz also mentioned him a couple of times; how she thinks the boy has a crush on her. He did though. Y/n wasn't blind, she caught him staring their way countless of times whenever she walked with her cousin.

Pathetic, she thought.

Now that's another thing why she disliked the Parker boy. He's one of Liz' puppy dog admirers. Everyone in the school practically worships her. Sooner or later he was gonna ask her to give him a boost — wouldn't be the first time anyway.

God, how she wished high school was over. Then she could move upstate, away from Liz and her weird Uncle.

It was during lunch time Y/n had the last straw. She decided to sit alone, work on a few of her notes, and finish planning the decorations for homecoming. But that was until Flash Thompson, Betty Brant, Liz and her other friends take the unoccupied seats at her table. "Thank for saving us a seat Cuz!" the tanned girl greeted, setting down her lunch tray as she takes the seat beside her. Soon, the whole homecoming committee was soon crowding at her table. It irked her that a number of people were inside her personal bubble, and so Y/n raised her attention towards Liz, not putting on any filter with what she has to say.

"What are you doing here?" she seethed out.

"All the tables are taken and we noticed you were sitting alone. We figured we'd accompany you." She smiled sweetly.

"I'm perfectly fine being alone, Liz. And aren't you supposed to be having a meeting about the materials?

"We already finished that when the sub didn't show up for English." she replied nonchalantly whilst eating the lunch she had bought.

She was about to dismiss the topic and continue with her lunch, but something caught her eye. "Is that my skirt?" pointing towards the piece of clothing Liz was wearing. Her eyes directed towards the skirt and chewed on her food.

"Oh yeah, about that, I found it in my closet. Mom must've mixed up our clothes while doing the laundry. Sorry for not telling you earlier. I couldn't find anything to match the top."

"I've been looking for those for ages. You could've told me you had it for some time now!" she whisper shouted, not wanting to attract the attention of her peers, Liz' peers rather. It was between them after all. But unfortunately they did, and the chatter died down, attention now directed towards the two.

"I don't really see the point of this argument, Y/n. We use to share everything when we were kids, what changed now?"

"Exactly, we were kids. We're teens now so there's a difference. And the fact that you didn't even bother to tell me you had it the whole time?"

"Why are you getting so worked up by a skirt? If you have some kind of grudge against me, just say it."

Everyone in the cafeteria was quiet, all eyes on them. Y/n could already feel their stares lingering on her, waiting for her reply. She was starting to become small under the judgmental and silent whispers the students gave her. It was starting to feel like middle school all over again for Y/n. Without even realizing she raised her tone at them. "Mind your own business!" and their eyes soon tore away from them, except for those who were at the table. Liz' friends continued their discussion, though it was obvious they were eavesdropping while silently murmuring to each other.

"Just because you and your parents are the only relatives I have left, doesn't mean I always have to confide in you." Y/n simply stated turning to fix her things and leave immediately. Before she could even leave the table Flash called out to her.

"Do you mind lending your notes for me? I have a test for history soon."

Eyes twitching, it was at that moment Y/n could've sworn she exploded right then and there. The audacity of this boy! Y/n could practically murder him right now. Was he asking for it or demanding? It sounded like the latter to her.

"Take down your own goddamn notes, Thompson!" she snapped before pushing through the doors.

Y/n walked briskly, in search for the place where she could find solace. Lucky for her, the stairway to the rooftop was unlocked. She sets down her bag beside the door and walks towards the edge, taking a seat and hanging her legs. The wind blows softly as the clouds cover the sun, giving her a perfect shade. A gentle breeze caresses her face and it tickled her a bit.

New York was beautiful up there. The outstretched view of Midtown's field spread towards the buildings and skyscrapers were enough for her to feel at peace. This might be her next favorite spot besides the library. The serene moment was short lived when the doors bursts open and slammed shut. Y/n jumped in her seat, her heart pounding as she almost slipped. She whipped her head back to the presence, ready to scream at them.

She finds the familiar face of Peter Parker, his back leaning against the door, panting and sweating. He had his backpack slung around his shoulder and in his hand a sandwich and a carton of milk. It was an odd sight for her to see Peter distressed. But her anger still remained when she addressed to him. "What are you doing here?"

Peter looked up, meeting the eyes of an annoyed girl. He was already familiar with her. How could Peter not? Almost everyone at school knows her because of Liz. Not only that, but from the scene earlier at lunch, he was pretty sure she was now the gossip in every classroom.

"Hey! Earth to human, I asked you a question, sir." She said, sass in her tone.

"Oh-uhm... I was running away from Flash." He said through heavy breaths.

"Why were you running away from Flash?"

"He was asking me for notes for the History test. And I told him No. I think what made him even more angry was when I told him to... take your advice."

Y/n's expression changed to disbelief. That was the first time she heard something unlike Flash. She knew fully well that Flash was the type to bully people because of his insecurities — Parker being his main victim, of course. But to her, he was nothing more than a scared chick. She was silent and still before turning back to face the view, not wanting to engage more in conversation with Peter.

Unnoticed, he silently takes his place a few feet away from her. His backpack placed behind him as he takes a sip from his carton of milk. The girl ignored his presence. Back to the way she was before, admiring the view in front of her. Though there wasn't much to see. He preferred swinging through the buildings and soaring through the sky. Now that's a much better view if he were to be honest.

Attempting to make small talk, Peter placed his sandwich between them and pushed it towards her side. She flinched at the sight of a little sandwich coming towards her, bumping her side. Y/n looked at him with a confused expression. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

"You take a selfie with it."

The girl furrowed her eyebrows, looking even more confused, not getting the joke at all. Peter could already feel the embarrassment rising within himself. He coughs awkwardly placing his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. "I-I don't know why I said that. Uh-I just thought that maybe you were hungry? You didn't get to finish your lunch after all."

"I'm fine." She dismissed bitterly. Y/n didn't want to receive a pity sandwich, not when she was perfectly trying to compose herself and feel the peace around her. But to her dismay, her body seems to have a mind on it's own. A low grumble came from her stomach, and Y/n could feel the growing smirk from the boy beside her.

"It seems to me that your body disagrees with you." He teasingly remarked.

Y/n rolled her eyes, "Whatever." and takes the sandwich, unwrapping it and munching on the simple snack. They sat again in silence and Peter spoke again, this one taking Y/n aback.

"You don't always have to keep it in, you know? It's better to talk things out with someone than leaving it unresolved."

She swallowed her food before speaking, "Excuse me?"

"I meant about the fight earlier. If you have some problems, you should talk about it to someone. Just to clear your head, you know? It also takes off that heavy feeling in your chest."

"Thanks for the advice, but I don't open up to people."

"Then maybe get a therapist, a counselor, or something."

"Yeah, as if I have that kind of money? No thank you."

"How about me?"

Y/n whipped her head towards him, "What about you?" her eyes narrowed at him.

Peter swallowed his anxiety, her eyes were making him feel nervous. It was so fierce and he feel like he was going to get pierced because of it. "Talk to me... about it?" it came out more as question rather than a suggestion. Y/n looked at him incredulously and soon giggling at the idea.

"You wanna be my therapist?"

Peter shrugged, "I don't see why not? I mean — I'm not exactly licensed, But I'm a pretty good listener so I think I'm qualified for the job."

"Nice try. But I'm not gonna talk about my feelings to a classmate who barely knows me."

"But I'm not your classmate. I'm-" He holds up his finger and turns to shuffle for something in his bag. Finding what he needed, Peter takes it and places it on the bridge of his nose, and using his marker, drawing a simple moustache on his upper lip. "Dr. Parker from Counselling."

Y/n bursts out an obnoxious laugh. She couldn't keep it in, Parker looked ridiculously stupid. She held onto the ledge to keep herself from falling. She thought, That it would be a shame if the school found out how she died: falling to her death caused by idiotic humor of a teenage boy. That wouldn't look good on paper.

"You look stupid! I'm not doing this at all, this is ridiculous!"

"Don't judge my counselling session if you haven't tried it yet, Toomes. C'mon, it's not that bad opening up to someone."

"Last time I did, my life turned to hell. Trust me, opening up will do you no good." She pulled her knees up, ready to leave. What good will it do for her if she opened up to him anyway? Her middle school life became hell because of trusting others about her feelings.

Just as she was about to stand, Peter held her wrist. "If you're scared of people finding out the things you've been keeping to yourself for so long," he slowly shakes his head. "Don't be. Every therapist and counsellor practice the act of privacy. I'm also not gonna judge you, 'coz if anything, this a free space. I want you to be comfortable with what you open up to me."

"And why do you think it's better for me to open up to you?"

"I heard that sometimes, it's better opening up to strangers. It's like there's less risk, opening up to someone who doesn't know you."

This silenced her for a moment, only staring at him deep in thought. She takes her place back beside him, smirking at the open field before meeting his eyes again. "But we aren't exactly strangers now, are we? You're a guy who goes to my class, and I'm a girl who's in yours."

"And that's all there is to it."

She stayed silent once again, not looking at him after he spoke. Peter wondered what is it that she was so deep in thought about? Was it about what he said or something else? If Peter had the chance to obtain another superpower, it would probably be telekinesis. Maybe then he could read her thoughts. He doesn't know why, but Peter was so attracted and curious to what was running inside her head every time he saw her listening intently during class and now, looking forward at the city.

"My parents died five years ago."

Peter looked up from his hands. He was not expecting that at all, nor did he expect the sudden act of opening up. Y/n doesn't look to be fazed at all. She still trained her eyes ahead and would play with the ring on her finger; removing it from its place then placing it back.

"We were driving back home after eating at this pizza place for my birthday. Then those aliens came and started attacking the city. Dad was fleeing us away from the fight. We were driving to a nearby building where we could hide when... it happened. I don't remember much but when I woke up, I saw my parents both dead and stuck under the wrecked half of our car. Iron Man got me out when he saw me under the rubble. He took me to a building and told me to hide with the other civilians. I wanted to thank him that day but I was too traumatized to even speak.

"After the funeral, Uncle Adrian took me under his wing, and started raising me as his own. Liz and I used to share the same room, which made us close. She help me get through my grief and made me feel comfortable in my new home. We were so close... Until we weren't."

Her eyes looked at the ring sorrowfully. All sentimental value held inside it, and Peter could tell she would die if it were get lost. "What changed?" he asked softly.

Y/n sighs. "By the time Liz got to high school, I was left alone in middle school. I barely got to see her at home because of all of her extra-curricular activities and new friends. I was all by myself. A lot of things happened to me during those times. And just when I got used to all of it, she comes and goes back to the way how things were before, like nothing happened.

"When I transferred to Midtown for high school, I didn't really plan on being like this. Liz started pushing me to these different school activities and introducing me to her friends, insisting that I must go wherever they go. Go shopping with them, to a cafe, study group, movie night. Yes I'll admit, they were fun, but not once did I feel comfortable under my own skin. It felt like I was living another person's life, and to be honest?"

Her head turned towards him with a sad smile on her face. "I don't even know who I am anymore. Because the last time I felt me was five years ago."

Peter felt the same. Between his superhero alter ego and him, he wasn't sure which one was the real him? Was Peter Parker either of the two identities or both in one body? And dead parents, he understood how she felt about it. He had gone through the grief too, so he knew what it felt like, to lose someone at an early age. Twice.

"I know how it feels. Losing your parents at a young age, struggling with your identity." He mumbled the last words so she wouldn't catch what he said. When she turned to look at him, Y/n could see the same expression she wore earlier, he was mirroring it. "My parent's died at a plane crash. I was five at that time. I don't remember much about them but Aunt May and Uncle Ben told me stories about them and show me their pictures. Then my Uncle died about a year ago."

The weight of their conversations dawned upon them as they sat silently beside each other. Peter could tell Y/n wanted to say something. He could hear her heart pounding faster and she kept on biting her lip, contemplating on what to say. Peter would be lying if he told himself that what she was doing was unattractive- because it actually is. The teen could feel his face heat up and his stomach felt funny. He brushed off the feeling, it was only temporary after all.

It should be temporary.

He cleared his throat to catch her attention before speaking again. "Finding yourself is hard. You said, the last time you truly felt like yourself was five years ago with your parents, right? Well then, maybe you just need to find those kinds of people again in your life. Someone who will make you feel you. Someone you feel comfortable being around with and don't feel apologetic for doing so. You don't always have to do what they say if you don't want to. Maybe Liz thought she was doing the right thing because she was trying to be a good cousin. Talk to her about it, maybe then you could find peace."

Y/n's mind processed his advice. And without even realizing, the corners of her mouth turned upward into a genuine smile, followed by a soft giggle. The sound caught Peter off guard — it was the first time he was hearing it. "You know, for a quiet nerd in my Chemistry class, you have some wise words in that brain of yours. Who knew you were also a life-guru?"

"I get some from my aunt and my best friend. Their words of wisdom rubbed off on me, I guess." he shrugged.

"Yeah well, it worked. I guess Parker Therapy isn't so bad after all."

" 'Parker Therapy'? "

"I'm not gonna call it a counseling session 'coz that's just too bland. And besides, it has a nice ring to it, right?"

"Yeah, it does."

The two teens mirrored each other's grins and seemed to be staring for at least a whole minute. The moment the bell had rung, they tore their eyes away from each other and awkwardly look towards their opposite sides.

"I should-uhm I should go. Mr. Harrington will kill me if I show up late for decathlon practice."

"R-Right, yeah. Liz mentioned it before— nationals. Uhm- good luck? I guess." Y/n's nerves were killing her. Why would she even be nervous? The same thing could be said about Peter, he was also a stuttering mess. The two stood up at the same time, and just as she was about to step down, Y/n lost her footing and started to lean backwards. And just as she thought she was going to fall, a hand caught her small back and the other held her waist.

Peter had caught her just in time.

They were close. Too close for Y/n's liking. But the rapid beating of her heart told her otherwise. Peter could hear it in his ears, but he wasn't sure if it was his heart or hers. But he could still recognize her familiar beats just behind the loud thumping of his. A blush made it's way on her cheeks when she noticed that she was gripping on his bicep, which was surprisingly big, given his shy and awkward demeanor. Peter stood her upright and held her hand until she was back down on safer ground.

"I'm g-gonna go now. Don't you have class soon?" Peter asked, masking his uneasiness and the blush that was creeping up on his cheeks by scratching his nape.

"Uh-yeah, yeah I do. I think I'm just gonna stay here for a while though. You know, to take a breather. The teachers won't even notice I'm gone. They'll think I'm busy organizing for homecoming. So yeah... I have immunity."

The two giggle again, and Peter smiled. "Lucky you."

"Yeah, lucky me~" she cheered.

The air was silent again, and neither of them wanted to go. The two stood and the door, and Y/n swayed back and forth to maintain her sanity and calm her nerves.

"I won't tell anyone about what we talked about, so you're secret's safe with me. But you should really talk to Liz about those things." Y/n only nodded at him and bit her lip, then turning into a tight-lipped smile.

Peter mirrored her action, "I'll see you around Chem. If you ever need another Parker Therapy, Dr. Parker is always open." she giggled once again. Peter pulled the door open and craned his neck back to look at her. "Don't be a stranger, Stranger."

Y/n rolled her eyes at the newfound nickname. "I'll see you around, Stranger."

And with that, Peter left the rooftop, taking one last glance at her before he closed the door. When the door shut, Y/n back against the flat surface and lets out a breath she didn't knew she was holding. She placed a hand on her chest and felt the fast pace of her heart, her cheeks warm, and butterflies that were fluttering in her stomach. Y/n was unfamiliar with this feeling, and the feeling only occurred to her twice in her fifteen years of living. The first, when she was in Third Grade with a kid named Noah Tucker, and the second, today. Realization dawned upon Y/n, and she couldn't help but mutter curses at herself.

She was starting to have feelings for Peter Parker.

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