This fic is a birthday present to the best mom ever @quackmom! Thank you for always being there for me and inspiring me to be the best me I can be.
request: Omg please do a headcanon that the reader fails a test they studied really hard for and Peter comforts them b y e (requested by: @quackmom )
summary: you spent weeks studying for the algebra quiz and you fail….damnn
word count: 827
You sigh, fingers tangling in your hair as you rest your head in your hands, elbows propped on your wooden desk. You tried to swallow that lump in your throat and breathed out slowly, trying to calm yourself. The last thing you need is to get laughed at by your classmates for crying over something as stupid as failing an algebra test.
But this was anything but stupid to you. Your mind flashed through the countless hours, early mornings, and restless nights desperately trying to decode and understand the text books and pages full of notes you had on the subject. You thought you had this one, like the thousands of tests you’d taken before it, but the ‘F’ scrawled in red ink at the top of your test said otherwise.
The bell rang and you shot out of your seat, shoving the paper in your backpack and nearly bolting out of the class. You were so desperate to just get out of the class and start heading home that you had completely missed Peter’s worried looks and attempts to get your attention.
“Hey!” You heard Peter, his sneakers squeaking as he ran to catch up with you, “What happened?”
You looked up, practically drawing your smile on, “Nothing Pete what’s up”
“Don’t you dare. We’ve been friends since Pre-K. I know and I know that you’re lying to me” The bright sunlight outside making him hold a hand over his forehead. “So are you gunna tell me?” His face tilted to look up at you as you both continued walking.
You sighed, he was right, he always had a kind of weird sixth sense towards you and your emotions.
“This is gunna sound really stupid and childish, but I got an F on the algebra test” Your fingers reaching into your backpack, pulling out the now crumpled paper. “I studied for weeks, I knew I didn’t know the concept 100% so I legit spent every hour of everyday trying to study”
You sat on the bench beside the sidewalk, needing a second to breathe before you embarrass yourself infront of your best friend. Peter took the spot beside you, taking the paper from your hands and looking it over.
“I haven’t slept, I barely ate, this is the first test I ever failed and I don’t understand. I did everything I fucking could” your vision went blurry, a tear slipping past your cheek.
The lump in your throat returning from your mix of anger, frustration, and sadness building up. Your tears were slipping, dripping down to your lap as you watched Peter examining your test.
“You’re actually…not that far off. You’re just missing one step it’s not that big a de-” his eyes shifted back to look at you, his smile dropping and his eyes opening wide, brows furrowed. “Hey hey hey woah it’s okay” he was visibly worried, hands shifting up in a sudden panic to calm you.
You had held it in so long, everything was just pouring out. Hot tears streaming down your cheeks, forming wet spots on your jeans.
“It’s okay” Peter’s voice shook a little too, seeing you cry always upset him. He moved his right hand to your cheek, cupping it gently. “You know I hate seeing you cry” the pad of his thumb sweeping across your cheek. “Especially over something we can fix”
You sat frozen, the feeling of his hand on your cheek making your heart strangely…warm. Chills ran through your body when you looked into his eyes, his scanning your face, still obviously worried.
You tugged the sleeve of your sweater, wiping your left over tears “Sorry” you sighed, cheeks and nose probably a horrid shade of red at this point.
“Here, how about you come over Friday and I’ll help you study so you can ace the retest on Monday?” his voice soothing, you felt like you could breathe easier. “But for now, you need sleep hun, and a burger…you look like you need one” his smile brought one to your own lips, damn he knew how to calm you down.
He stood to his feet, holding his hand out to help you up. His arms pulled you into a tight hug “Stop letting one test be more important than your health. It isn’t worth it.” he mumbled, chin digging into your shoulder.
He pulled away, looking in your eyes to see if you were okay, his arms holding your shoulders. You had felt so at peace with everything, like Peter just solved all your problems with one single hug.
“Friday, don’t stand me up” he spoke, your giggle causing a wide smile to form on his lips. His feet carried him in the opposite direction, his body still facing you as he walked away, waving.
“Oh Parker…” you smiled, waving back as he turned and ran to the direction of his apartment, unaware of the feeling he has caused in your heart.