𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

A Sweet Struggle - P.P

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → None

Summary → You forgot your sports bra for gym class but Peter is there to save the day.

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The sun peeked over the rooftops of Midtown High School, casting a warm glow over the students gathered outside for gym class. Today's challenge: a run through the vibrant streets of New York City. The gym teacher, Mr. Wilson's whistle blew, and students took off, their sneakers pounding against the pavement.

You sighed as you began to walk quickly rather than run. You had forgotten your sports bra that morning, and each step sent a painful reminder through your chest. Running was out of the question. You were used to pushing through discomfort, but today it felt especially hard.

Noticing your slower pace, Peter, your ever so loving and slightly overprotective boyfriend, quickly fell into step beside you. At 5 feet 8 inches, with a lean but strong frame, Peter was effortlessly athletic. His brown curls bounced as he jogged lightly, a bright smile on his face. "Come on, baby, I know you can run faster!" He encouraged, his tone sweet and full of energy.

You couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm, even as you winced with each step. "Peter, I-" you started, but before you could finish, MJ and Betty slowed down to join you.

MJ smirked knowingly. "You're completely oblivious, aren't you, Parker?"

Betty giggled. "Seriously, Peter, you need to pay more attention."

Peter, puzzled, looked from one girl to the other, his brows furrowing. "What? What do you mean?" He asked, genuinely concerned as he turned to you.

Before you could answer him, Flash Thompson, Midtown's resident bully and Peter's longtime enemy, jogged up to the group with a smirk. "What's the holdup, Parker? Too busy fawning over your girlfriend to keep up?"

Peter sighed but didn't respond to the teasing, as usual. Flash had been picking on him since middle school, and while the jabs had lessened over time, they still stung occasionally. But Peter wasn't one to fight back with words. Instead, he focused on you, his concern overriding any annoyance he might have felt toward Flash.

You, on the other hand, gave Flash a flat look. "I'm fine, Flash. Just taking it easy today."

Flash shrugged, his smirk growing as he looked at you. "You know, Y/n, you could always ditch Parker and upgrade to someone who can carry you the whole way. I've got the muscles for it," he teased, flexing for effect.

MJ rolled her eyes, while Betty stifled a laugh. "Oh, please, Flash. As if she'd ever trade Peter for you," MJ quipped, crossing her arms.

Flash feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. "You wound me, Michelle. But I'm nothing if not persistent."

You shook your head, smiling despite yourself. Flash could be a pain, but he had his moments. "I'll pass, but thanks for the offer."

Peter, finally catching on to the situation, turned back to you. "What's wrong? Why aren't you running?" He asked, concern deepening in his voice.

You bit your lip, feeling a little embarrassed but touched by his worry. "It's just... I forgot my sports bra, Pete. Makes running a bit of a challenge, and my boobs are sore because I'm nearing my period," you explained softly, motioning to your chest.

Realization dawned on Peter's face, his eyes widening. "Why didn't you say anything before?" His voice was laced with concern. "What can I do to help?"

You shook your head, giving him a gentle smile. "There's nothing you can really do right now, babe. I just have to push through and get it done."

Peter frowned deeply, clearly not satisfied with that answer. He paused, his mind racing for a solution. Suddenly, his face lit up with an idea. "I've got it! Just hop on my back!" He exclaimed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Flash, standing nearby, raised an eyebrow. "Seriously, Parker? You're going to carry her all the way back? Good luck with that."

MJ rolled her eyes again, unimpressed. "Like you could do any better, Flash."

Betty, beside her, giggled. "Honestly, it's adorable."

Peter, unfazed by Flash's teasing, crouched down in front of you, his grin wide. "Get on, Y/n/n. Let's show them how it's done."

You hesitated for a moment, still unsure, but the warmth in Peter's eyes convinced you. Carefully, you climbed onto his back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he stood up, adjusting to your weight with ease. He started walking again, this time carrying you effortlessly, a determined look on his face.

As you guys continued the route, more than a few students turned to watch, some with amused smiles, others with light chuckles. Ned jogged over, his face beaming with delight. "You two are so cute! I've got to get this on video," he said, pulling out his phone.

Flash, jogging beside them, couldn't resist one last jab. "Don't drop her, Parker. She might realise she could've had the real deal instead," he teased, but there was no real malice in his tone.

Peter just smiled, too focused on you to let Flash's words bother him. "I won't drop her. She's too important to me."

You leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling your heart swell with affection. "You're crazy, you know that?" You murmured, but there was no mistaking the warmth in your voice.

"Crazy about you," Peter replied with a wink.

When you guys finally made it back to the school, Peter gently let you down, his face flushed with exertion but his smile as bright as ever. "See? Told you we could do it!"

You couldn't help but laugh, feeling a wave of affection wash over her. "Yeah, we did." You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, making him blush even more. "Thanks, Pete. You're the best."

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Anything for you, babe."

As you walked back into the school together, hand in hand, you couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, forgetting your compression bra hadn't been such a bad thing after all.

MJ, watching them with a soft smile, shook her head. "He's such a dork."

"But it's cute, though," Betty added with a grin.

Flash, trailing behind, called out, "Hey, Parker! Don't think this means you've won or anything. I'll get my chance with Y/n one day!"

Peter just laughed, shaking his head. "Whatever you say, Flash."

And as the bell rang, signalling the end of gym class, the group of friends headed inside, their laughter echoing through the halls. It was just another day at Midtown High, but for you, it was a reminder of how lucky you were to have someone like Peter-someone who would always carry you through the tough times, in more ways than one.

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