Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 3.0

Bad-boy Parker (Peter Parker)

Requested by megholland: Peter is the opposite of the sweet boy character, he's a bad boy in school and Spider-Man is a villain instead of a superhero. Y/N has a crush on him, and Peter winks at her and stuff, but doesn't talk to her because of his reputation. One day, Y/N is getting mugged, and Peter decides to help.

"Queens' most hated supervillain, Spider-Man, struck again last night in the city. His latest target was Queens' most expensive and exclusive jewellery store, with the supervillain getting away with hundreds of thousands of dollars' worth of products." The news story spoke through my earphones as I watched it on my phone on my walk into school. I sighed and bit my lip as I watched the footage of the infamous supervillain beating up the security guards, his webs tying them up and his metal legs extending from his back to grab the bags of jewellery as he fought them. Spider-Man had come onto the scene in Queens three years ago, and had since become the most terrified figure in the city. He did everything from simple muggings and heists, to being available to hire for contract killings. He had become so feared that even police wouldn't intervene with him, so all you could do was pray that you wouldn't be his next target. I pulled my earphones out as the news piece ended, my eyes raising as I walked into school. That was when I saw him. I gulped harshly, my heart leaping in my chest at the sight of Flash being pinned against the lockers by the school bad boy. Peter Parker. I bit my lip and studied the asshole from afar, everything about the annoyingly attractive boy incredibly perfect. His biceps were bulging from underneath his leather jacket as his hands were clenched into tight fists around Flash's t-shirt, the boy scowling and shouting in his face as his eyebrows furrowed with anger. Flash said something that I didn't hear, making Peter spit in his face again before looking to the side. And straight at me. My eyes widened slightly as he clocked me, but like usual, Peter's thin lips curled into a smirk at the sight of me. He dropped Flash, the boy scurrying away as Peter continued to stare at me. He winked at me and blew me a kiss, making my eyes roll in a weak attempt to look uninterested as I started to walk to my locker. In reality, my cheeks felt hotter than the surface of the sun, and my heart was pounding so harshly that I was surprised that it hadn't burst out of my chest. Because the truth was that whilst Peter was an asshole, he was the asshole that I happened to have a massive crush on. It had started three years ago, when one day, the once scared and nerdy fifteen-year-old had waltzed into school a completely changed boy. He had practically transformed overnight, with him becoming the bad-boy-bully within days. His view of me had been among what had changed about him. He never talked to me given that I was kind of a nerd and therefore would supposedly wreck his image, but the silent flirting was constant. Whenever he saw me, I'd either get a wink, an air kiss, or both, like what he'd just done. His hands would "accidentally" brush my waist or leg when he passed me, not that I at all minded. As much as I loved it, I was also aware that being a fuckboy was part of his image, so I was probably just something for him to have fun with. I sighed and shook my head, my mind always running away with thoughts of Peter as I shoved my stuff into my locker and shut it before starting to head to class.

Peter's P.O.V

"Shut the fuck up, and give me your money." Peter spat, his hands clenched into fists around Flash's t-shirt as he held the boy against the lockers.

"I already did! I don't have any more since you last asked for it!" He exclaimed with a quivering voice.

"That's fucking bullshit, and you know it." Peter snapped again. Suddenly, his Spidey-sense picked up Y/N's presence, the only one that he ever wanted to sense. He looked to the side, and straight at the beautiful girl that he had the biggest crush on. Her gorgeous eyes widened slightly as he clocked her, making his heart flutter in his chest at how cute she was. But like usual, he couldn't show that. Instead, Peter's lips curled into a smirk at the sight of her. He dropped Flash, the boy scurrying away as Peter continued to stare at the girl who he wanted so fucking badly, but knew that he couldn't have. He winked at her and blew her a kiss, making her eyes roll as she started to walk to her locker. But Peter knew the truth of what his flirting did to the girl, his super hearing easily picking up how fast her heart had started to race. Peter's whole life had changed when three years ago, he had gotten bitten by a spider that had given him superpowers. But, well...the boy had decided to use them for evil, instead of good. At fifteen, he had become the supervillain Spider-Man, and now at eighteen, he was the city's most feared figure. And he loved it. The spider bite had changed how he felt too, with his confidence soaring overnight. He had felt unstoppable, untouchable, a gift from God to humanity. And so, Peter had become the school bad boy. His view of Y/N had been among what had changed about him. He hadn't talked to her before the bite due to the fact that she was so out of his league, but now he didn't talk to her for the opposite reason. He never talked to her given that she was kind of a nerd, albeit a very attractive one, and so he was too worried about his image to ask her out, and potentially be rejected. So, he'd stay quiet. But that didn't mean that he couldn't flirt with her. Whenever he saw her, he'd either wink, kiss the air, or both, like what he'd just done. His hands would "accidentally" brush her perfect waist or leg when he passed her, and he knew that she liked it given that he'd always pick up her heart rate increasing every time that he'd flirt. Of course, he'd have stopped if she didn't like it. Peter watched as Y/N shut her locker and headed to class, his heart once again fluttering at how beautiful she was. It was just a shame that he couldn't have her. Even if he wanted to.