Peter Parker x Short!Reader ~ Someone Like You

You were a normal high school student. Good grades, interest in photography, with one tattoo of a dream catcher on your back, with glasses and... not really normal height. You weren't awfully small, but you were shorter than most of your classmates. You tried to ignore it for few years, but here, on the last year you couldn't bear it. All these nicknames, pranks and these stupid jokes about you... the worst of it - even few teachers couldn't hold their smiles or silent laugh. Because who would defend short, not popular girl with an old camera after your gone father? Yes, you were living with your grandmother because your mother died when you were five and your father went missing right after he gave you his camera. You were 12 back then. Now you were 19. And you were tired of being bullied by everyone. You were just taking a picture of your classmate painting, when you saw a ball flying in her direction.
"Watch out!" You yelled and thanks to you, ball didn't hit girl's head. But she didn't even look at you. She went and yelled at the boy who threw the ball. Like you were invisible. You sighed heavily and walked away, holding your camera. Then you heard someone yelling. Flash was bullying some kid to eat something, everyone were happy about it. Except for one guy. Peter Parker, boy you found cute and handsome. He was a loner too and was also interested in photography. And now he was beating up by Flash.
"Hey!" You yelled steping in front of Flash, between him and Peter. "Kicking a lying man, it's low Flash, even for you." You hissed placing hands on your hips. You could be small but you weren't a shy mouse when someone was being bullied. Especially by Flash. Flash only smirked and gave you a weird look.
"Low for me but you're even lower, dwarf." Your cheeks turned scarlet. "Oops!" He pushed you and your glasses fell on the ground, lucky for you, camera wasn't damaged. "Well, look at the positives! You don't have to bend down!" Everyone laughed. Then Gwen finally came in and Flash gave up, leaving both you and Parker. You sighed and put on your glasses, checking if camera is alright.
"Why you helped me?" Suddenly Parker asked, starling you. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you..."
"No, it's alright I just... I didn't use to people actually noticing me." You smiled nervously. "And why shouldn't I help you?"
"You would avoid all this." He clearly mentioned you being laughed at. You waved your hand.
"You can get use to it after some time." You looked at your watch-necklace and cursed silently. "Shit... we're gonna be late for classes. Twas nice talk, Peter!" He raised his eyebrows. He didn't really know your name though you knew his. He felt pity for you, it looked like you had worse life here than him. But maybe he could help you some way.


You held your breath. Lesson just started,now survive to the end. Usually you were sitting in the corner, alone, but today your place was taken, so you had to sit in the front. With the tallest guy in the school. Ironic. Of course everyone noticed the height difference and burst into laugh, until teacher silenced them. She started reading names, checking if everyone are in the class.
"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?" She asked and you raised your hand, as 'current'. "(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?" Teacher repeated. She didn't saw you. And you were sitting in the front. "Is she absent?" Class burst into laugh. Teacher finally noticed you. "Why were you not raising your hand?!" More laugh.
"I was..." You said silently, the guy from your desk was laughing too. For the whole hour they were pointing out your height silently or loudly, depends if teacher was paying attention. They were really clingy that day, probably because of you standing up for Parker. But you didn't regret it, helping him. You did the right thing. And it kept your mood half good, that was until you left the class and left the building for a break. You sighed and took a picture of a flying butterfly. A couple asked you if you could take their picture. You agreed and promised to give it to them next day. You were now listening to music with your headphones, taking pictures of plants and some other students. That was until someone touched your arm and you jumped up starled. You saw a tall, brown haired boy with doe eyes and glasses. Peter Parker. He smiled a bit as you removed your headphones and smiled a bit.
"I'm starting to think you like to meet with me like this." He chuckled slightly and so did you. "Is there something you need, do you want me to take a picture or you need help with your camera or-?"
"What-no, nonononono! I just- I didn't catch your name last time." Oh. He didn't know your name. You were with him at History, Math, Physics and Art, and he didn't even know your name. Well that's great start.
"(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N). We are having four classes together...?"
"Oh, right. Sorry." You awkwardly looked away. "You must think I'm a jerk right now, don't you?" You laughed slightly as he smiled.
"Well... kinda. For few seconds. But it's okay, I'm not really a unique person, it's easy to skip me."
"You really shouldn't think about yourself like this. You're a brave person." You blushed a little.
"Thanks." You cleared your throat. "We will be late again." You looked at your watch-necklace.
"Useful thing you got there. And quiet pretty too." You blushed. Again.
"Thanks... I made it with my father."
"He must be a great man."
"Yeah. He was." He froze for a moment, giving you an apologetic look.
"Sorry, I didn't know he's-"
"To be honest I don't know too. It's just... easier to think he's dead and will never come back than have hope that one day I will see him again." You slowly walked back to the hallway. "I have informatics right now, and you?"
"Me too... it looks like we have five subjects together." He smiled and walked with you to the right class. He wanted to sit next to you but some girl took the free place and he had to sit on the other side of the desk. Most of the lesson everyone were working in silence, working on the project when you saw a message on your computer.
'Move your screen.' You frowned and looked around. Nope, everyone were working. 'Move it to the right.' You did as the message said and you saw smiling Peter.
"What are you doing?" You asked silently.
"I just wanted to ask if you have some time next Friday maybe? After school?" Was he asking you out? Seriously? No, it was to beautiful to be real.
"Are you seriously asking me this. Like during the class?" He nodded.
"Parker, (Y/L/N), less chatting, more working!" Teacher yelled and you quickly get back to work. When another message showed up on your screen.
'So? Next Friday hour after school? We could go to the park.' You bit your lower lip and wrote an answer.
'Okay. I'll just have to pick some things and I'll be free.'
'Great! Date then?' Whoa. People are really more brave when chatting online than talking in reality.
'I guess date. '
"PARKER AND (Y/L/N)! Are you two using chat?!" Teacher suddenly yelled showing up behind you. He started reading out loud your conversation with Peter. He stopped when he realised what it is. But it was at the end of your conversation. "Parker, if you want to ask someone on a date, use your mouth, not fingers!" ...that sounded bad. Whole class burst into laugh, as you and Parker blushed hard.

For these nearly two weeks your relationship with Peter grew a lot. You could see that he changed, he stood up for a girl whose poster was destroyed by Flash, he gave the bully a lesson, even if it ended for Parker worse than for Flash. He was more confident, he was teasing more, smirk replaced his smile most of the time. Though you still really liked him and you had a huge crush on him. So you were pretty excited when it was hour of you date with Peter. You were supposed to meet with him in the park, most of your classmates were hanging out there. And so you were sitting on the bench, with - like always - your camera that your father gave you. Peter should be there in any moment. That's what you thought for the first 30 minutes. After another hour you thought you mixed the hours and maybe you were supposed to meet him later. But when he was late for over 2 and half an hour you decided to call him. He didn't respond. You were sitting like a dork on this bench, waiting for him like stupid.
"What? Waiting for your nerd lover?" Flash Thompson. Of course it was him. Who else? "Quick info for you - he's with Gwen Stacy." You raised your eyebrow and Thompson showed you a photo posted by Gwen two hours ago. Peter was in the picture with her. They were eating ice cream in other part of the city. "You should learn by now, runt, that no one likes dwarves." His buddies laughed and high fived him as you gulped, holding tears. God you were so stupid. You really thought Parker liked you and he was just making fun of you, like everyone else. Your heart was ripped apart right now. He was even worse than Flash. At least Flash was honest. You bit your lip, as tears fell from your face. You grabbed your camera tighter and ran to your home quickly.
"Hey sweetie, how was your-" Grandma greeted you in the kitchen, but paused when she saw you "-date... Oh my, did he do something to you?" You shook your head, then nodded, shook your head again. "Come now, tell me everything sweetheart." You shook your head.
"N-No. No, it's... it's nothing. I'm just more naive than I though I am." You bit your lip and left the camera on the table, heading to your room. You fell on your bed and grabbed a pillow, crying silently in it. If he just told you he liked Gwen and he changed his mind, you would understand even if it would hurt a little. Or he could send a text or call that he can't come... no. You had to find out like this. God you were so naive... not anymore.

You ignored him for the rest of the day and Saturday, ignored his texts and calls. At Sunday you just texted him you're not feeling well and you have to be alone for some time. But you couldn't avoid him at Monday in school. Unfortunately. Of course Flash was making fun of you, like always, but this time about something else. About you being so stupid to believe someone liked you, to be so naive. And that even Parker could see that you're just a midget and nothing else. You were struggling with your locker, you couldn't open it and you had only few minutes to next lesson. Suddenly someone touched your arm and you jumped starled. Peter.
"Let me do it." He smirked and grabbed the door of the locker. And opened it. By REMOVING WHOLE DOOR. "S-Sorry, I'll fix this!"
"Great. Just great." You mumbled annoyed as he tried to fix your locker. He did. You didn't even want to know how. You grabbed your books, turned away and walked away quickly. Well, tried to, because Peter grabbed your arm.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He was seriously going to continue this crap? You sighed heavily and glared at him.
"Really?" You asked and he raised his eyebrow. "Just cut it off. I'm not that naive anymore, Parker." You turned away and walked away, quickly.
Lesson passed and you just left the class. You were heading to your locker to leave your books there and grab other ones, when someone literally bumped into you hard, making you fall on the floor, getting attention of the whole hallway. You touched your head, you hit it hard with the floor.
"Ha! Nice one Parker!" Someone yelled and you froze. You raised your gaze. Peter. It was Peter who bumped onto you. Other started to smile at Peter, congratulating him like he did something great. And you just glared at him, deeply hurt. And that was worse when you saw your camera. Destroyed camera. Only thing you've left from your father. You cursed under your breath, trying to collect pieces of your camera, your books and papers. Then someone touched your arm.
"Don't touch me!" You hissed moving away, glaring at Peter. "Leave me alone already. I can't be late." You mumbled putting pieces of your damaged camera into your bag.
"(Y/N) I-"
"What part of 'leave me alone' you don't understand? Cut the crap, Parker, God you're worse than Flash!" You snapped standing up.
"Hey, I didn't do it on purpose, it was an accident!" He snapped back.
"Oh really? You still- You know what? I give up. I've had enough, I'm tired of this." You sighed and you were about to turn away, but Peter grabbed your arm.
"Of what, (Y/N)?!"
"One word. Friday." His eyes widened after few seconds. "I was waiting for few hours, you know? Flash was so nice that he kept me company. His comments were quiet... original. And he showed me Gwen's photo from Friday. With you."
"(Y/N) I'm so sorry, I totally forgot I-"
"Save it, Parker. I guess Flash is right. I really should accept the fact that no one could be nice to me for real." And after saying this you left him in the hallway, heading to your class.
After few lesson you went on a lunch to the canteen. It was pretty calm, quiet, nothing unusual. You finished your food quickly and was about to leave the building for the rest of the break but something happened. Something pretty bad. You bumped right onto Flash Thompson and his food was now on his shirt. All over it.
"Oh my God..." You whispered as everyone froze. "Flash, Flash I'm so sorry, I-I-I didn't mean to- I didn't do it on purpose I swear! It was an accident!" Flash was red on his face, literally. He had tomatoe sauce on his face. Everyone was watching you and Flash right now, silent. You could see the guy getting more angry with every second.
"You watch where are you going, stupid runt!" He raised his fist and you shrieked, closing your eyes, waiting for the punch, but nothing happened. Peter grabbed Flash's wrist in the last moment. "Stay out of this, Parker." Flash warned with a low voice. "I'm warning you."
"No, I'm warning you. It was an accident, she already apologized and you're going to hit her? Hit a girl?" You blinked and looked at Peter surpised. Just like everyone, you were pretty shocked.
"Why are you standing for this runt now, huh? You're no better than me!"
"But I didn't do that on purpose!" Peter snapped and pushed Flash away from you. Finally Thompson gave up and went to the bathroom, before you could say anything to Peter, he vanished, leaving you in the canteen. You bit your lip. Maybe you overreacted a bit... maybe you were wrong and he really did forgot... You sighed. It will be a long day.

You came back home right after school and then you noticed all the pieces of your camera are gone. But who could take it? And for what? To be honest, you didn't care, you were upset because now you couldn't even fix it! You sighed heavily and sat on your bed, listening to music with your headphones. You noticed that light was nearly gone and you looked at your window. It was sunset. If you'd have your camera you would take a picture. You sighed sadly and closed your eyes, focusing on music you were listening to. That was until you heard something weird. You put off the headphones. Someone was knocking, but not to the door. To the window! You blinked and opened it.
"Peter?! What the he-" He jumped into your room. But how did he climbed, there was no tree next to your house or a ladder. Or anything to climb on to your window! "How the heck did you get here?" You asked looking at him pretty shocked and surprised.
"I-I um..." He put something from his bag. Flowers. Half of them were dead but other half was beautiful. "I swear they were alive, all of them." He said embarassed and he hid his face in the flowers. "God it's so awkward and embarassing..." You chuckled a bit and gently grabbed flowers from his hand.
"Relax, there is always a way out." You said and put it on your opened book. "See? I will dry it now and after some time they'll be beautiful again." He smiled as you closed the book. "But you didn't just climbed to my room to give me flowers, did you?" He laughed a bit and looked down.
"I um... I wanted to give it to you too." He put something out of his backbag. Your camera, fixed!
"You fixed it!" You almost yelled in excitement, as he hand it over to you. It was working perfectly.
"You know, since I broke it and it was really important to you... I thought I should fix it." You smiled and in excitement you hugged him tightly. At first he was starled, but soon he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. His chin was on the top of your head. It felt nice... feeling someone so close to you. "I wanted to- I want to apologize. I completely forgot about the Friday, Gwen asked me to come with her and her brothers for a walk and I left my phone in the house... I'm really sorry, I swear..." He said pulling away a little. "God it's so hard with this whole heart things..." You bit your lip and pulled away completely.
"I-It's okay... I mean Gwen is beautiful, and smart, and funny, amazing, kind, peacful and-uhhm?!" Something white shot from his wrist and hit you, then quickly pulled you close to him. He cut you off. But not by covering your mouth. Well yes, but not with hand. With his lips. Soft and warm lips that were on yours. He kissed you. And God he was a good kisser. You melted and kissed him back, closing your eyes. He pulled you closer by wrapping his arms around your waist. "W-Wait, how did you-?" You saw something red and blue under his shirt. "P-Peter?"
"Don't freak out, okay? I-I'm kinda... you know this guy from the news? The one with the mask, dressed in spandex?" You nodded. "W-Well... that's me." You blinked few times, shocked. "(Y/N)? P-Please say something?" But you couldn't. Besides, what should you say?! You weren't scared of him, you didn't think he's a bad person but you were so shocked about the fact he's the vigilanty that you couldn't speak. And that hurt him. He turned away, hurt and jumped threw the window. You blinked and yelled his name, but he didn't listen.


It was night when someona was knocking ot your window again. Tired and little bit starled you walked to it and almost had a heart attack when someone hit the glass. The guy with the mask. You sighed in slight relief. Guy pulled off his mask as you opened the window and let him in.
"Peter? What's wrong, did something happen?" You asked with concern. He didn't respond. "Peter?" He stayed in shadow, you could barely see his face. So you turn on the lights and you gasped loudly, covering mouth with your hand. His face... it was all covered in bruises. "Christ... I have to get the first aid kit... wait here." He waited for you and stayed calm as you treated his wounds.  "Who did this to you?" You asked silently when you finished. "Peter?" He was just about to jump threw the window but you grabbed his arm. "Hey! You can't just bump into my room, with your face purple from bruises and then leave without any word!"
"(Y/N), just-just go to sleep. Go back to sleep." You shook your head.
"How can I sleep right now, Pete?"
"Just please, please go back to sleep." He pleaded grabbing your hand in his.
"Peter, shut up for a moment and look at me, okay? Look at me!" You forced him to look into your (y/e/c) eyes. "I always thought you're just a silent, kind, cute and a handsome guy with a camera, similiar to mine, who is standing up for bullied kids. And I loved you for this. For being so selfless, caring and kind." He bit his lip and looked away. "But now I think you're probably the bravest, the craziest guy I've ever met. And because of that I love you even more." He looked at you, surprised. Hell, you were surprised yourself that you said something like this.
"Y-You love me?" He asked silently, and you nodded.
"Yeah. You think why it hurt me so much when you didn't show at Friday? I love you dumbass." He smiled in relief and kissed you passionately.
"I love you too." He whispered between kisses.


Extended Ending:


You were lying in the bed, cuddled up to Peter, with your head on his naked chest. Maybe you rushed things a little, but hey - both of you survived many things and waited for quiet a time. You both remained sure you love each other. He revealed his secret to you. He trusted you. There was no way you would let him down now. And so you trusted him. It still hurt a little, but it was worth it. You listened to his heartbeat as sun slowly lighten up your room. His arm was wrapped around your waist as other one held your arm, holding you close to him. He looked so peacfully when he was sleeping... then he moved a bit and opened his eyes, and so did you. He gently kissed your hair, moving his fingers on your naked skin on your arm.
"Morning." He murmured as you moved closer to him. God he was so warm, and your room was so cold. You left the window opened. Peter noticed that you're cold and he covered you with the cover.
"Morning." You responded looking at him. He smiled a bit and placed a soft kiss on your lips. "I seriously hope grandma didn't hear any of this..." You sighed burying your face in his chest, as he chuckled. "I'm serious! I would die of shame!"
"(Y/N) I made break- what are you doing here, young man?!" Aaand Grandma. She entered the room. And saw you both. Peter and you quickly covered yourself in the cover completely. "When did you get here?! And who are you?!"
"G-Grandma... this-this is Peter. Peter, this is my grandma..."
"This Peter who made you cry at Friday?" You blushed hardly. Peter looked at you surprised. He had no idea he made you cry. "This jerk?!"
"N-No! I mean yes but- it was a misunderstanding!" You tried to defend your boyfriend.
"Ma'am, I feel terrible for this incident, I swear I'd never do anything to hurt (Y/N), not on purpose. I love her." You blushed harder as your granny looked closely at Peter.
"Well young man... if you truly love my (Y/N)... but now get out of her bed and dress up! This young generation..." Pete gave you unsure gaze.
"Believe me or not - she likes you." You said shaking your head. "But now you have a serious mission - make it stay that way."