Color Me Jealous
Color Me Jealous
Peter Parker X Reader
Written by: Hannah
Prompt: Ok I have some really bad Tom! Peter Feels right now so can you do an imagine where the reader is part of the x men and shes close w Peter Maximoff and Peter Parker gets jealous pleasee
Note(s): This is a little long (as you can see) but that’s because I had to fluff it up at the end!! This was so cute, thanks for sending in the prompt! P.s. sorry for making Peter Maximoff seem like a jerk wad omg, I love him I swear!
Warning(s): A lot of language! And a hint of angst.
Word Count: 1,364.
It didn’t take Peter long to decide that this was downright unfair.
For a long time, for as long as Peter could remember, he and (y/n) had been planning an afternoon together. He was sort of an Avenger, while they were sort of an X-Men. Their conflicting schedules led to their childhood friendship and old middle school flirts hanging in the wind. They talked online, but Peter couldn’t remember the last time he’d talked to them face to face.
And damn, did that face look good. (y/n) was always exceedingly attractive, and it seemed the almost two years that’d separated the two of them had only made them even more attractive. Which, again, was unfair. But not what was precisely wrong.
What was wrong was that Peter had barely held a conversation with (y/n) since he set foot upon the mansion grounds. The two of them had agreed to hang out at X-Mansion for the day, and while it was supposed to be just the two of them catching up, it seemed someone hadn’t gotten the memo.
Peter Maximoff was a fucking douche, as far as Peter could care. He’d only been with (y/n) for less than two hours, but the entire time Peter McDoucheFace was zipping around and making (y/n) laugh and distracting them. It’d been bad enough to make Peter stop trying to have a conversation.
“Peter- Petey! Stop!” (y/n) struggled between breathes of laughter. The jokester besides her only smirked, a sly grin across his face.
“Stop what?” Peter TheApocalypticFuckHat asked smugly.
“Distracting me!” After a few more puffs of laughter (y/n) finally calmed down. Peter DickHead frowned, concerned.
“Distract you from what? You aren’t doing anything!”
Peter rolled his eyes so hard it hurt a little, “No, they’re definitely doing something.”
“And who are you?” Peter DeftlyOblivious asked with an eyebrow raised, “New kid? If you are, I think there’s supposed to be an orientation with Professor X in fifteen minutes-”
“I don’t even attend this stupid school!” Peter half-yelled. It wasn’t often that he got livid, like he felt at the moment, but he felt too frustrated to truly care.
“Whoa, Peter, calm down.” (y/n) said, frowning. “Is something wrong?”
“Wrong? Is something wrong?!” Peter had to rub at his eyes with the palms of his hands to keep from frustratedly crying in that moment. “What’s wrong is that I haven’t seen you in almost two years and I haven’t even had a five minute conversation with you since I’ve gotten here! What happened to us just hanging out and catching up? What happened to ‘picking it up where we left off’?? If you think that’s what’s wrong, then I think you’d be right!”
“Whoa kid, calm down-”
“No! No I will not calm down! You don’t even know me!” Peter AssFace didn’t argue with that one.
“No, (y/n)! Have fun with your friend here, if he’s so much more important than spending time with me for the first time in forever.”
Peter rose from his place on the bench, where he’d been curled up in anger, and swiftly turned on his heels. Even when (y/n) called out to him he didn’t look back, instead stalking his way to somewhere on the campus grounds. Not surprisingly, Speedy Dickhead didn’t try to stop him.
Okay so…perhaps he could have handled that better. Better as in, anything but the way he’d handled it.
Peter mulled over his thoughts on the steps outside of one of the campus’ cafés, nursing a cappuccino in his hands. It was nice outside, and the beautiful scenery of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters helped to calm him down. He’d realized a few things since storming off.
One: Anger wasn’t an emotion he handled well.
Peter was a very peppy and excited person- as his friends always reminded him. He smiled and laughed and was god-awfully nervous around girls. He was somehow brave and still seemed to have an innocent yet adult level sense of humor. Anger wasn’t an emotion that fit into his character description, since it wasn’t something he felt often. Even after the event the emotion had left him feeling drained and exhausted.
Two: Jealously wasn’t a common emotion to him either.
The only way to describe the way he’d felt when Peter Jerk joked with and distracted (y/n) was jealousy. He didn’t get jealous often, at least not the way he had an hour ago. It left him feeling guilty and empty, almost similar to how the aftertaste of anger was. Except whenever he thought about it he felt worse than he had before.
True to his actual nature, Peter was already coming up with apologies. He wasn’t sure if he’d stay after he said them, but the least he could do was apologize to (y/n) and Peter WhateverHisLastNameWas for the way he’d outlashed at them.
It’d be a miracle if (y/n) even likes me after that, Peter thought. He sulked and sipped his cappuccino, thinking that beautiful (y/n) would probably hate him. He’d low-blowed them when he brought up them not wanting to spend time or talk with him. He wouldn’t be at the mansion if they didn’t care about him in the first place, actually.
(y/n) always made him laugh, and when they face timed their smile was handsome, and never once had their small arguments stopped them. This didn’t feel like a small argument though. This didn’t bode well for Peter emotionally, since he’d been crushing on them for practically forever.
“Peter- there you are!”
The cappuccino nearly flew out of his hands. Hunched protectively over his drink, Peter swiveled his head over his shoulder and paled at the sight of ( the still really attractive) (y/n).
“Oh- uh- hey..I’ve just been here since before…Look I’m sorry-”
“God, Peter, I’m so sorry-”
They stared at each other, blushing. (y/n) cautiously crept forward and lowered themselves down onto the step besides Peter.
“I’m sorry for ignoring you- Peter didn’t know that you were here and he didn’t really understand why you were angry and- Gosh, Pete, I should have told him to screw off earlier. I didn’t mean to just ignore you like that. I-I’m sorry…”
“Oh, uh, thanks?” Peter awkwardly laughed and looked out at the courtyard in front of him, shoes scuffing nervously against the step below him.
“I’m sorry too, for being so- such a dickwad! I- I got frustrated and jealous…I was really excited to spend sometime with you, like you promised and I just..I don’t know. I’m not an angry or jealous person, but I was-”
“You were jealous?” (y/n) asked, eyebrows furrowed.
“I- uh… well, I uh..remember when we used to…flirt and- and how neither of us were brave enough to put a label on our relationship before we kinda parted ways?” When (y/n) nodded he continued, “Well…I still sorta feel that way, and we’ve talked a few times but I was hoping today we could just catch up and…and pick up where we left that off- if you wanted to of course! I don’t mean to have my hopes that high, or pressure you, or-”
(y/n) lurched forward and captured Peter’s face in their hands, effectively shutting him up with a firm kiss. Peter’s drink dropped safely into his lap, a gasp escaping him. In seconds he returned the gesture, bringing (y/n) close and hugging them tight.
“Well…glad we got that over with…” (y/n) laughed breathlessly. They were half in Peter’s lap, squished besides his drink. “I think we can pick up right where we left off, Spider-Boy..”
Peter felt his heart flutter and cheeks blush redder than Thor’s cape. A smile tugged across his face, a dopey feeling in his chest.
“If that’s the case, how about we start right now?” (y/n) laughed and nodded their agreement, hands already framing his face again.
“I’d like that very much.”
If it counted as compensation for the start of Peter’s shitty afternoon, their second kiss felt just as good as the first.