THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

Beautiful + Peter Parker

Written by: @/toms-accent

Summary: Peter can’t help but look at you like you are the most beautiful girl in the world, but so do many others, but the only one that counts is him.

Warnings: Slight sexual harassment, swearing, and insecure/emotional angst (but my homeboy saves the day y’all)

Words: 2, 051

The hallways of the Midtown School of Science and Technology seemed to buzz like an ants next. Every student seemed to have a place to be at that very instant and if you were in their way, you were getting shoved or pushed aside. Sometimes even knocked down, but that was not a memory you wanted to relive. You bustled your way through the hallways quickly, trying not to get too caught up in the crowd. Your locker was just in sight when you were suddenly pulled back.

“Whaddup (y/n)? Got somewhere to be?” You rolled your eyes as Flash came into your view, the crowds of student withering into two opposite sides of the hallway as you stood there, across from flash in your dark emerald sweater and jean mini-skirt. Flash looked over you once as you reach up to push your hair back, a blush rising into your cheeks as he stepped closer to you, “Ya know, I could really use some help with my English report. Say, meet at my place, at around eight?” Flash reached out to grope at your body. You moved away sharply, trying to get past him, only for him to grab at your arm harshly. You winced as he pulled on you, moving you towards his body.

Thankfully, an administrator made their way into the circle, pulling Flash away and giving him a stern look before walking away and dispersing the crowd. Flash winked at you, a smirk never leaving his lips as he watched you scurry towards your locker. Peter was already there, trying his best to avoid eye contact from the guilt he was feeling. You were his best friend, other than Ned, and not being able to save you from Flash killed him inside. He just wanted to be your knight in shining armor…Or superhero in high-tech spandex??

“Did you-did you happen to witness that?” You asked as you opened your locker, not fully making eye-contact with him, while you shoved your book bag in heartlessly after grabbing your book for homeroom. Peter nodded, only to remember that your locker was open and you couldn’t see his face, so he closed his locker next to yours before leaning on it, making sure that he could see at your freckled face.

“I think everyone did, (y/n).” He looked at you as you closed your locker harshly, leaning your back against it with a long, exasperated sigh leaving your lips. Your head lolled to look over at Peter, the (y/h/c) waves moving to the side and you rested your head against the locker. Peter stared at you, his brown eyes sparking as he searched for your usual spark, but there wasn’t one. Come to think of it, he hadn’t seen your usual sparkle in a while.

“What are you staring at, Parker?” You chuckled out as the two of you began to walk down the hall, a bell chiming to let you know that it was time to head to class. Peter looked down at the ground, grabbing onto his book bag’s straps, and shaking his head to clear the fog that you were causing. He looked next to see that you were looking up at Liz, who was hanging up a Homecoming sign, “Ya know, if I looked like and had as much respect as Liz, maybe high school wouldn’t be so hellish.” 

Your pen pointed in the direction of Liz, Peter’s eyes following the invisible line. His eyes landed on her, her dark skin glowing in the low lighting, but he found nothing there that interested him. His eyes landed back on you, watching as you bit your pretty pink lip and let out a small chuckle, “But that’s too much to ask for, isn’t it.”

Peter shook his head at your insecurities, moving to grab your hand to pull you into homeroom, until someone’s hand cut in front of his and reached for your ass. His instincts got the best of him, and his reflexes moved to grasp the hand quickly, twisting the guy around and holding his arm down. You had already began to walk into homeroom, not even noticing the intervention amongst all the hustle and bustle, “If you ever, and I mean ever, touch her or even think about touching her…The pain’ll be way worse than what you’re feeling right now.”