Peter Parker One-Shots & Drabbles

Imagine getting braces & feel self-conscious & Peter comforts you

Two Years.

You were told you'd have to wear your braces for two whole years.

That meant two years of having to smile for the camera without showing your teeth, not eating popcorn or chewing gum, and wearing rubber bands in your mouth. Yup, you had a raw deal. After you got your braces at the dentist, your parents dropped you off at school where you would have to spend the rest of the school day doing your damnedest not showing off your metal mouth. You entered your Chemistry class, mumbling a 'hello' to your friends, Peter and Ned.

"Hey, where were you, (Name)?" Peter asked as you took your seat behind him.

You had neglected to tell Peter and Ned that you were going to the dentist to get braces and you were feeling too self-conscious about how you looked with them to tell them. You merely shrugged, holding a hand over your mouth as you spoke.

"Woke up late," you mumbled.

Ned and Peter exchanged a look before they both reluctantly turned around and faced the front of the class. Peter looked over his shoulder at you and watched as you put a hand over your mouth and flinch before whispering a curse under a breath. He frowned before he turned back around. Something was wrong. So, after Chemistry ended, Peter was determined to find out what was going on with you.

"Hey, (Name), is everything okay?" Peter said as he watched you grab your Algebra book from your locker.

"Mhm." You nodded before you slammed it shut.

"C'mon, talk to me. Whatever is on your mind, you can tell me." Peter reassured with a soft smile.

You suddenly couldn't take the pain you were feeling in your mouth anymore while keeping this information to yourself. So you blurted it out without thinking.

"I have braces!" you shouted without meaning to.

Peter flinched when you suddenly shouted at him but found himself staring at the metal in your mouth that seemed to catch the light when you finally admitted what the problem was. You were indeed wearing braces.

"Oh, uh..." Peter trailed off, unsure of what to say.

"Yeah, I know. I look dumb, and I have to keep these stupid train tracks in my mouth for two whole years. So get your jokes out now. Call me metal-mouth, brace-face, whatever you want. I can take it."

"You...You look really pretty, (Name)," Peter admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You kissed your teeth in response and rolled your eyes.

"Stop lyin', Peter. I know you're just saying that to make me feel better."

"No, really! I mean it! I know it really sucks having to wear braces, but if it means anything, I think you look good with them. Like, really good."

"...Really?"

"Yeah."

For the first time today, you smiled while showing off your braces.

"Thanks, Peter."