Peter Parker x Reader
This story is part 2 of Detention. Part 1 can be found here! They can be read independently or as a series.
Plot: The reader asks Peter to help her study. Ned is such a pure third wheel. Everything is fluffy.
A/N: My most successful fic ever is back with a glorious part 2. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it; if you do let me know.
The cafeteria was bustling as Peter took a bite out of his apple, his chin resting on his palm. Beside him, Ned was flipping through a comic book; yawning slightly as he rubbed at his eyes.
“There’s no justice in the world” Ned groaned, thumping his forehead onto the plastic table with a loud thud. Peter was used to his friend freaking out over the most minor comic book related subplot - today didn’t seem like an exception.
“Ned, it’s…just a comic book” Peter muttered, rolling his apple between his palms as he stared at his friend, a slight smile forming at the corners of his mouth.
Ned made a muffled sigh, resting his fists on the table.
“Peter, here we are, two cool, handsome guys-”
“Don’t say it”
Ned looked up, leaning in.
“-One of who is the Spider-Man-” he loudly whispered.
“-And we’re alone at lunch for the billionth time this year”.
It wasn’t like Peter hadn’t noticed they were social pariahs. Even after Flash had laid off a little - and it really was only a little - he was still Penis Parker.
“Yeah, but come on, what do you want me to do about it?” Peter hissed “you want me to tell everyone in this school that I’m Spid-”
“Hi Peter” (y/n) interjected, sending Peter’s heart racing as she slid into the bench opposite them. Ned looked visibly stunned, his mouth hanging open as he looked her up and down; the sheer shock of having a girl come and sit with them tangible.
Not just any girl. An awesome, pretty girl.
She was just as stunning to Peter now as the first day they’d met in detention; they’d spoken a few times since, but it had almost always been in passing.
Now, with strands of hair falling from her bun and jacket tucked under her arm; she was angelic.
What are you guys conspiring about?” she chuckled, placing her tray onto the table and picking at a fluffy piece of bread.
“Nothing!” Ned and Peter both hurriedly said at the same time, heat flushing to Peter’s face as he realised how suspicious they sounded.
“I was…” Peter started, motioning with his eyes to Ned.
“He was…we were talking about the physics exam. Next week”.
(y/n) raised her brow suspiciously, putting a piece of bread into her mouth and swallowing.
“I’m glad you brought that up, actually” she breathed, a light blush forming across her nose as she looked down awkwardly, avoiding Peter’s gaze. He realised he had been staring at her, unblinking, like an absolute idiot as she ate bread.
“I’ve actually been having some trouble with vectors and-” she started.
“Peter can help!” Ned cried out with enthusiasm, looking at Peter breathlessly “he’s good at…those”.
Peter’s mouth dropped open as he felt his hands get all clammy.
“Uh…yeah. I mean if you want I can help you with revision. I’ve got some pretty good textbooks at my place…” Peter started, tapping his hands against the underside of the table awkwardly.
“That’d be great actually. Tonight?” (y/n) breathed, a smile growing across her face.
“Yeah, sure. That’d be cool” Peter swallowed, excitement bubbling in his chest.
“Awesome. You can just text me the address - is 6 okay?”
Was this actually happening, or was Peter imagining it?
He looked over at Ned who looked like he was about to faint, steadying himself on the table in shock.
“6 is…I mean, 6 is great!”.
“Awesome. Well, I’ve gotta go” she motioned towards a table in the far corner where a group of other kids were busting around, one of the girls motioning for her to come and sit with them “but I’ll see you then, Peter. See you round, Ned” she smiled, picking up her tray and swinging her backpack over her shoulder.
Ned and Peter both watched her leave, eyes wide.
“Holy shit” Ned breathed “Holy shit”.
Peter felt the grin spreading across his face; uncontrollably wide until it hurt.
“Pinch me” he said joyfully as he and Ned went for the highest of fives.
The bus ride home was probably the most nervous and excited Peter had ever been. His headphones jammed in, thumb stroking the metal pole with nerves; he knew tonight was Peter Parker’s turn to be the dashing hero.
A/N: Part 3 coming soon to a fanfic blog near you