Could I Find Homeland In You? (Peter Parker One Shot)
Summary: based on the following nonnie’s lovely prompt - Can you do a TASM!Peter x fem!reader prompt where they are childhood besties but Peter kinda starts crushing on Gwen but then after he approaches her she turns him down and the reader comforts him until he finally realizes he loves her? Kinda gets angsty when Peter tells her about Gwen bc she has also had feelings for him since forever but refuses to acknowledge them. Best friends to lovers kinda trope… loads of fluff?
hope you enjoy this my sweet nonnie <3
Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, italicised words between dividers are past moments between peter and the reader. This is non canon compliant. Peter, Reader and Gwen are in university.
Don’t look at them, don’t look at them. You chant to yourself, but your eyes do fixate, on his warm grin, bright brown eyes full of mirth. Then you gaze at the person making him laugh, Gwen.
Your heart sinks, you look back down at your notebook, ideas messily strewn across the pages. Lines crossed by ink but not you.
It isn’t that you dislike her, she is a really great person, you admire her work and she is always sweet to you.
It’s just Peter parker is completely taken by her, he hasn’t told you, his childhood best friend yet about how he feels but you can see it as clear as day. Peter blushing when he speaks to Gwen or about her, longingly looking at her when she walks past the two of you.
He doesn’t need to tell you what you already know.
You just wish he would look at you that way.
Because you look at him that way but he never finds your eyes.
“Do you want to continue this later? I’m kind of tired.” You ask the remaining members of the chemistry group project, your mood souring as Peter shifts closer to Gwen, reading the contents on her laptop over her shoulder. her temple resting against his jaw.
Your mind flashes to last week when the two of you were watching the latest episode of Dynasty, that was how you both were, cuddled up the laptop resting on the makeshift pillow stand.
You shake out of the memory looking at your group,
“Yeah.” They agree, you grab your scarce materials, shuffling out the door of the open area, it reverberates a clang upon shutting.
Peter looks up after a while, from the yearbook spread on Gwen’s screen, eyes scanning the area. His eyebrows furrow noticing your absence.
summary: peter has been visiting you as spider-man long enough to develop a crush on you. the problem? you have a crush on somebody else.
notes: u guys…i love peter parker so much okay!!! also this is a short fic bc i have a longer one in the works. yes i realize this is 4k words but like, that’s short for me ok bye happy reading!
warnings: typos, probably.
Peter Parker sat on the ledge of your fire escape, careful to avoid the patches of snow from the previous day. It had been a long night of patrolling and his lower back ached to no end. The familiar space spread warmth to Peter’s chest as he attempted to collect his breath, the inside of his suit scratching against his skin.
It had been dark out for a few hours. Peter knew that May would be going to sleep in an hour, leaving the perfect opportunity for him to slip back into his bedroom undetected. He had lied to her earlier, saying that he’d be studying with a group of friends he had made at university earlier that semester. But he had other places he needed to be.
He would be lying if he said his only reason for patrolling was to keep his city out of danger. While that was a big motivation for him to put his suit on, the other reason was because he wanted to see you.
Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader Request: Peter parker x reader where she’s tony’s daughter and peter used to bully her in sophmore and freshmen year and he sees her coming down the stairs at headquarters and they get into an argument in the middle of a mission and Y/N saves peter and they confess in the rain and ASDFGHJL IDK Warnings: Swearing, brief mention of death Words:1.8k A/N: I really liked this request! The ending is a little abrupt because I didn’t know how to end it without rambling but I hope I did your idea justice! Ps. I really suck at coming up with fic titles lmaoo
Peter Parker. Just the sound of his name makes your blood boil. The boy who was loved by most of the school and half the world is the same boy you hate with every fiber of your being. Even your own father praised Peter’s actions, blindsided by the brains the teenager possesses.
Everything about him makes you sick. The way he never shuts up, his constant pop culture references nobody gives a damn about, and his desperate attempts to gain approval from your dad. You have to bite your tongue just to keep in your frustrated screams.
You thought you’d forget about Peter once you dropped out of Midtown. Sure, you told everyone you couldn’t handle the stress high school forced upon you and science and technology just wasn’t your “thing” anymore. However, this was far from the truth. You loved Midtown, you loved your best friend Mj. Which, last you heard, she didn’t take your absence too well. Now, she usually sticks to herself trying her best to be a part of the background.
But anyways.
No, you could handle the stress and science still holds a place in your heart. Peter Parker was the only reason you left public school and now learn from the comfort of your home, the Avenger’s compound.
You too were once blinded by Peter’s awkward charm and geeky aura. You always thought Peter was threatened by how smart you actually were. You may not have been as smart as Peter, but in reality, who is? Peter was the top student at Midtown and you found your spot at number two.
You suppose Peter wanted to remain the best and you were in no place to compete for the title. Only, he didn’t get this message. The rivalry you didn’t want began your first semester of freshman year. You didn’t want to rip away his beloved title. You simply wanted to learn and be a normal teenager instead of Tony Starks daughter.
And for a while you were. A teenager who excelled in each of her classes, had late night homework sessions with Mj and early morning coffee runs, had stupid crushes and went to a few parties. You went on college visits and received scholarship letters all in your first two years, you had a life planned after graduation that didn’t include the Avengers.
You gave all that up when Peter’s words kept getting harsher with each passing day. His sly remarks, his patronizing tone, and the way he flaunted how much better he was than you was suffocating. Slowly, his comments ate you alive and you didn’t want to compete for your education.
So, you left.
The day Peter came waltzing back into your life, was the worst by far. You couldn’t ignore the way your dad gripped onto his shoulder as he gave Peter the tour around the compound. Tony talked to Peter in a way he’s never talked to you. He saw something in Peter that you fear he still doesn’t see in you.
-
Your fists collide with the punching bag before you. Sweat clings to your forehead and drips down your neck as your workout comes to an end. Natasha stands beside you, passing you a dry towel after you throw your last punch. “Great work today,” She comments, dropping her hand back to her side once you take the cloth.
“Thanks,” You mumble, patting the sweat dry and snatching your water bottle from the ground.
“You should shower before your studies begin,” She says, following you towards the gym’s exit. “Rodgers is running over some history with you,” She says as you reach for the handle. Nat’s hand quickly catches yours before you could pull the metal door open, “Y/N,” She says calmly, “Peter’s here today.”
“Of course he is,” You grumble, running your hand over damp fly-aways, trying your best to smooth down your hair.
“Just play nice,” She warns removing her hand from the knob, letting you pass with ease.
“Just play nice?” You scoff to yourself in a voice all too high to belong to Natasha. You stomp down the stairs, chucking your water bottle through the air out of pent-up anger.
The plastic container never touches the ground. White webs enclose around the bottle, yanking it back to the boy you’ve come to loathe. “Drop something?” Peter smiles, brushing off the remaining gunk and attempting to pass back your belonging.
“Clearly, my actions had a purpose.” You growl, shoving past his slim figure, not bothering to take back what’s yours.
“I was just trying to help,” He almost whispers. His words stop you in your tracks. You whirl around to face him once more, ready to smother him in suppressed anger.
“I don’t needyour help.” You snap, only earning a slight chuckle from Peter.
“You’re just like your father, you know that?” He shakes his head, calmly setting the bottle on the last step.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Your hands find their way to your hips, challenging him to continue.
“You think you’re too good for anyone’s help. You never take accountability for your mistakes, you think you’re smarter than everyone, and you think your better than everyone.” Rage flows through Peter’s veins turning his cheeks red after he spits each word.
“Me? Me thinking I’m better than everyone? Oh, that’s rich coming from you, Parker.” Your cackle echoes through the nearly empty room, “Maybe if you got your head out of your ass, you’d realize”-
“Y/N,” A voice booms from the stairwell, “That’s enough.” Steve makes his way towards the two of you, shield in hand. “There’s a mission at hand, suit up. Both of you.” Steve’s stern eyes look between you and Peter, waiting for you to follow is orders.
“But I have class today,” You begin, your dad rarely lets you skip your schooling unless it’s important.
“Well, luckily there’ll be a tomorrow if we finish the mission.” You open your mouth to protest but Cap beats you to it. “Go, now.”
Within the next hour, you’re covered in alien goop and out of breath. You shoot Earth’s imposters with ease, secretly keeping count. Some try grabbing your limbs but Natasha trained you too well for you to even stumble. Your fists connect with so many creatures your knuckles turn raw.
Once your corner of the city is clear of nuisances you finally take a moment to look around and catch a breath. From above, you see Peter swinging between buildings, shooting the creatures and leaving them stuck to window panes.
Suddenly, an alien bursts through a window, tackling Peter. Peter shoots webs swinging frantically to rid his attacker but to no use. The two of them crash onto the asphalt sending you running to Peter’s aid.
The alien tries to rip open Peter’s suit, but when his claws can’t tamper with the technology, his grey hands clamp around his throat. You can hear Peter gagging as you pick up speed. You tackle the alien as Peter gasps behind you. Your legs straddle the creature’s hips as he thrashes beneath you. Within moments, your gun is drawn and the trigger is pulled, coating yourself in slimy, blue blood.
When you stand, you offer your hand to Peter. Hesitantly, he accepts your offer. “Don’t let this become a habit,” You joke as you help your nemesis to his feet. Once his feet are firm on the ground, you turn to find more aliens to attack, leaving him alone in the destruction of his corner.
-
You stand outside, rubbing your knuckles in efforts to soothe the pain. Your body aches from the fighting. You know you should be used to it by now, but sometimes missions still get the best of you. Thunder roars overhead, miles away from where you stand. But you know, there’s a big storm coming.
Peter stands beside you, his presence sudden and for once comforting. Neither one of you speaks for a moment until he feels the need to blabber. “Thank you,” He whispers. You expect there to be more, usually, when he talks there is, you have to wait a good five minutes before you can get a word in.
“Don’t mention it,” You shrug as the first few raindrops fall from the sky.
“Can I ask you something?” You don’t look away from the dark sky beyond you, Peter takes his cue to keep talking. “What did I do to make you hate me so much?” He whispers. You look towards him, dumbfounded.
“You really have no idea?” You laugh to yourself, nothing could be clearer why you despised the boy. “You made high school a living hell, Peter.” You admit, “You spent two years degrading me, patronizing me. You made me feel as if I didn’t belong in such a smart school. Like, I get it, you’re like the smartest kid in the world. But Jesus Christ you don’t have to be a dick when someone doesn’t understand something you do.”
Tom rubs a hand across his face, turning away from you with a huff. “God I’m an idiot,” He mumbles into his hands.
“Glad you’re finally admitting it,” Rain starts to pour, soaking your shirt’s in tiny droplets, “I think I’ll head in for the night,” You say turning away from the awkward situation.
“No, Y/N, wait,” He calls after you, quickly grabbing your wrist. “I’m sorry, those weren’t my intentions,” His hair turns a few shades darker as water clings to each strand. “I was trying to impress you.” A warm blush crawls to his cheeks as soon as his words fill the space around you.
“You were trying to impress me… By being an asshole?” It comes out more of a question as you attempt to follow his thoughts.
“No,” He groans, running his fingers through his wet hair. “I wanted to impress you with being smart. I wanted to prove to you that I could do incredible things,”-
“If you wanted to impress me with something cool, you could’ve just told me you were Spiderman.” You chuckle, “I mean I already knew, but still.”
“I wanted you to like me for who I was, not what I could do.” He explains, “I know it came off as bragging and I’m sorry. You’re just so pretty and I couldn’t even think straight when you were around and then just one day you were gone and I’ve always heard that girls like bad boys who don’t care about anything and”- Peter was back to his normal, rambling self. This time, his jumbled words don’t annoy you, instead, they make you laugh.
“Peter,” You whisper, halting his words. Before either of you could think, your lips touch his. It’s soft, it’s slow, it’s everything you never thought you wanted but everything you’ve ever dreamed of. When you pull away, he’s grinning at you.
hello lovely people!! so, i graduate college in a couple weeks (im not ready) and i wanted to do something on here to celebrate! this blog saw me graduate high school and it’s about to see me graduate college and i’ve made some very lovely memories on here over the years. i’ve decided to do a 2 part celebration, part 2 will come with details soon but part 1 is blurbs!!
my plan is to write these as they come in and post them when i do the second part of the celebration!
also; you do not have to but if you would like, feel free to send requests/prompts from the lists over to my sideblog @naturallykenma!!
warnings: explicit language, smut (18+! fingering, finger sucking lol), smoking, mentions of drug use
summary: you learn about peter’s brief sexual history, and the two of you make an arrangement
a/n: the moment you’ve all been waiting for! i wanna say thanks really quick for all the love so far hehe i appreciate how much you fw this series, there’s more to come and as always enjoy <3
peter’s lips chase yours as he lays you down on your bed, your legs parted so he’s between them. you bring a hand up to the back of his neck to guide the kiss. your teeth graze his bottom lip, testing the waters to see what he likes. peter hums permissively, so you do it again. his fingers run up and down the bare skin of your lower back, where your shirt bunches up. it gives you a tingly feeling.
how did he get so good at this?
you hook a leg around peter’s waist, drawing his body flush against yours. your skirt flips up. peter lets his hands travel your body as you suck on his bottom lip. your nipples are poking out of the thin material of your top, which garners his attention. he wants it off. he taps on your hip to cue your eyes to find his. you follow his gaze, down to your chest. you reply with a grin, your lips latching onto his in another kiss.
with your permission, peter lifts your shirt over your head. you raise your arms to help him out a bit. you hurl the shirt at the floor, grabbing onto his shoulders. he pulls back from the kiss for a moment so can look at you, really look at you and take you in. he’s pleased to discover you aren’t wearing a bra.
“shit,” peter swears, his breath fanning over your face. “fuck, can i…” he doesn’t say it, but you know what he means. “yeah, peter. you can touch me,” you respond.
peter sets one hand on your waist, his other coming up to your chest. you hold your breath in anticipation. you’ve done this plenty of times before, more than you could count, but something about it is different with peter. it’s new, unpredictable, spontaneous. neither of you know what’s coming next.
he’s so close to touching you, so close, but a bright red substance coating his fingertips stops him. he shows you his hand with an apologetic smile.
the remnants of the hot cheetos he was eating earlier.
“well, shit. to be continued,” you let out an airy laugh, wriggling out from under peter. “you mean, like, you wanna do this again?” he wonders. he watches as you put your top back on. “duh. we were only just getting started, and i think we both deserve to finish, if you know what i mean,” you imply, sitting criss-cross. “do you wanna, though?” you make sure. “oh, absolutely. to be continued it is,” he chuckles.
peter lays down in front of you, head resting in his hand. he grins at you, and his lips look so damn kissable. they’re plump from all of your sucking on them, parted for air. you can’t resist it, so you go in for a short peck. he eagerly kisses you back, sitting up again to reach you better. much to his dismay, you push him back down.
“save it for later, tiger,” you giggle. “ugh, sorry,” peter groans, rolling onto his back. “don’t be. where’d all that come from, by the way?” you question. “all what?” his brows knit together. “you’ve got skills. don’t take this the wrong way, but i definitely wasn’t expecting that,” you refer to your kissing. “then it might surprise you to know i’ve done this before,” he informs you, head leaned on his arms.
“for real?” you prompt. “a couple times, yeah,” peter nonchalantly says. a smile crosses your features. “with who?” you inquire. “you’re not gonna believe me if i tell you,” he laughs out. “yeah? try me,” you motivate. he waits a beat, then looks up at you. “gwen stacy,” he reveals. “you’re right, i don’t believe you. there’s no fucking way,” you instantly challenge, whacking his shoulder.
gwen stacy is one of, if not the most popular girl at midtown. she’s head cheerleader, and homecoming queen, and school president. she’s also liz’s biggest competition. liz is always second best to her. runner-up for homecoming royalty, vice president, but at least she has decathlon. gwen wouldn’t dare touch it, the club and anyone who’s associated with it being branded a social pariah.
so, how the hell did she end up with peter?
you’re cordial with gwen, although you aren’t each other’s biggest fans. she’s sweet to your face, but gossips behind your back, about your drug habits and your sex life. you couldn’t give less of a fuck what she thinks. she’s stuck up, and a bitch. at least you can live a little.
“give me a storytime, immediately. how on earth did that happen?” you gape. “you really wanna know?” peter asks you. “uh, yeah! start talking!” you whack him again. “alright, alright! stop hitting me! it was at one of flash’s parties,” he begins, a sly smile on his face. flash thompson is legendary for his ragers. “he invited the whole decathlon team because he’s an alternate member,” he continues.
“which makes zero sense ‘cause he’s an idiot. questionable move on liz’s part,” you interject. “you’re telling me? anyway, flash made everyone play seven minutes in heaven,” peter recalls. “a classic, a classic. go on,” you comment. “lucky me, i ended up with gwen. to make a long story short… it lasted a little longer than seven minutes,” he smirks. “you two had a nice time, then?” you jab a finger at his chest.
“so nice, it became a regular thing,” peter clarifies. “gwen was my first… everything. she taught me a lot,” he grins at the memory. “so i essentially just made out with gwen stacy. not really my type, but hey. i’ll try anything once,” you conclude. peter chuckles quietly. “you and gwen, wow. why is now the first time i’m hearing about this?” you ask.
“we had to be discreet because gwen didn’t want anyone finding out. it would tarnish her reputation, or something like that,” he explains, lips pressing together. “i think that was part of the appeal, though. the sneaking around, trying not to get caught,” he says. “yeah, that’s kinda hot. but also, kinda unfair to you,” you cut in, sounding genuine. “is that why you stopped?” you wonder.
“no, um, gwen wanted to go all the way. i didn’t. i wasn’t ready, so she ended it,” peter mumbles. “oh, man. i’m sorry. she didn’t wanna wait for you?” you question. “nah, but it’s okay. she wasn’t really my type, either,” he confesses. “that’s a relief. wait, so you two never fucked?” you reiterate. “we never slept together, no. we did… other stuff,” peter says with less vulgarity.
despite what peter thinks, you think it’s pretty fucked up what gwen did to him. he was just too pussywhipped at the time to see it. illicit affairs don’t seem like his type of thing, so you respect him for cutting ties with her. and, you now have even more reason to dislike gwen. how could she act so high and mighty, like she’s so far above you, when she’s arguably worse than you are?
“hey, i appreciate you telling me. i feel like i just heard your villain origin story,” you laugh. “eh, i’m over it. it was a long time ago,” peter assures you. “i think she’s dating brad davis now,” he says. “the quarterback and the cheer captain? that’s such a cliche,” you snort. “gwen doesn’t deserve you, anyway. you could do way better,” you pat his cheek.
peter closes his eyes, finding solace in your touch.
he never thought you’d become such a close confidant for him, but you truly have. you always listen and never judge, you make him feel a million times better about anything he opens up to you about. it’s a safe space that you two have created for each other, a safety net to catch one another if you fall.
“i should probably go wash my hands,” peter speaks after a moment. “hang on, i’ve got it,” you grab one of his hands.
peter squints up at you. your fingers wrap around his hand, allowing you to lead it to your lips. peter has no idea where this is going, until you pop his thumb in your mouth. you make eye contact as your tongue glides along his thumb, his brown eyes darkening even further. you then do the same to his index and middle fingers simultaneously.
it’s sort of turning peter on, the sight of his fingers in your mouth. there’s something sensual about it.
“yummy,” you remark, releasing peter’s fingers. “that was… weirdly attractive,” peter admits. “sounds like someone’s got a kink,” you tease. “yeah? what kind of kink would that be?” he asks, lacing his fingers with yours. “i dunno, hand kink?” you press your palm against his. “you did the finger sucking. i think you’re the one with the hand kink,” he retorts.
he was joking, but you take him seriously.
“maybe i am.”
“mj! ned!”
peter comes racing into the bakery. he and ned usually hang around here whenever mj is working. mj is currently cleaning up for the night, and ned is helping her. her boss tasked her with closing. he gave strict instructions not to leave until the place was spotless.
“peter, we’re closing,” mj sighs. she wrings out a wet washcloth into a bucket. “if you and y/n are pulling another all-nighter, you’re gonna have to get your caffeine somewhere else,” she states. “that’s not why i’m here, but it is about y/n. can you talk?” peter asks her. “grab a broom or get moving,” she bargains.
peter finds a broom in the supply closet. he sweeps the floor while ned mops it, and mj wipes down the countertops.
“you said something about y/n? i’m all ears,” ned prompts. “dude, guess what? we just kissed!” peter beams. ned drops his mop. “you did? oh my god, peter! this is huge!” he gives peter a bear hug. “congrats, dude. you haven’t gotten any action since gwen stacy,” he jests. “thanks for the reminder,” peter pats his back.
mj kicks the mop towards ned.
“back to work, leeds. i’m not paying you to reminisce on peter’s shitty love life,” she calls to him. “you’re not paying me at all,” ned mutters. “who said i loved gwen? i never even liked her,” peter fixates. “but do you like y/n?” ned questions. mj gives him a look, so he mops the floor while he awaits peter’s answer. “define like,” peter responds rather anticlimactically.
“does y/n like you?” mj asks instead. “i mean, i don’t know, but we did make out for kind of a while,” peter replies, sweeping the area. “she must like your lips at least,” mj offers. “yeah, she must, because she wants to do it again,” he agrees, unable to fight back a grin. “dude! i told you she’d hook up with you!” ned hollers. “are you gonna go all the way this time?” he wonders.
“ned,” mj speaks with a warning tone. “what? it’s a valid question. we all know what happened with gwen,” ned justifies. peter looks down at the floor, pushing around cookie crumbs with the broom. “i’m not sure, ned. y/n isn’t like gwen, though. she gets it,” he murmurs. “he totally likes her,” ned says to mj.
peter doesn’t say anything back.
“one more strike and you’re on bathroom duty, leeds,” mj threatens. “haha, you said bathroom duty,” ned points out.
peter does a half-assed job with the rest of his sweeping, still stuck on his conversation with ned and mj. he’s almost positive he doesn’t like you, not like that. he can’t. you’re his friend, and he’s your tutor. you’re you, and he’s him. he just happened to be blessed with a skilled mouth that you want to explore more of. the way he sees it, he’s merely your next conquest.
he doesn’t mind, though. he’s been thinking about you a lot lately; he’s been thinking about you nonstop. he can’t get the image of your bare tits out of his mind, or the feeling of your lips off of his own. it’s driving him absolutely mad.
the bottom line is that he’s down for it, whatever it is between you and him.
“is may around?” you ask peter upon entering his apartment.
it’s later in the week, and you’re over for tutoring. that’s what peter thinks, at least. he’s none the wiser to what you really have planned for the two of you.
“uh, no. she’s at the shelter. she took another late shift, why?” peter answers. “good. we can pick up right where we left off,” you propose, arms winding around his torso. he raises a brow. “i thought we were gonna do the physics homework,” he reminds you. “it can wait,” you play with the collar of his sweater. “but it… it’s due tomorrow,” he breathes out.
peter is all for part two of your make out session, but you can’t lose sight of what’s really important here; passing physics.
“we have plenty of time, peter,” you speak lowly. “y/n, i… you’re doing really well. i don’t want you to get sidetracked,” peter says despite himself. “if i’m doing so well then i deserve a reward, don’t you think?” you practically purr, leaning in so your lips ghost over peter’s. “we shouldn’t, y/n/n. not right now,” he weakly replies. “fine, suit yourself. i’ll go get my calculator,” you retract your offer.
your lips leave peter’s, arms starting to unwind from around him. he catches your arms before they do, situating them around his waist once again.
“i guess we could do the homework later. what time do you have to be home?” peter questions with a half smile. “you know i don’t have a curfew,” you murmur before your lips crash into his.
the two of you barely make it to peter’s bedroom between your sloppy kisses and handsy touches, each of you effectively hot and bothered when you finally do. peter sits at the edge of his bed with you in his lap. you’re in a mini skirt that’s even shorter than the one you wore last time, heightening the feeling of the position for both of you.
your hands find their way back to peter’s sweater as his lips pepper your skin in an array of kisses. the kisses are soft, ticklish almost, and peter grabs your chin between his fingers so he can concentrate them where he wants to. he settles on your jaw.
“can i take this off?” you pull on the hem of peter’s sweater. “please,” peter speaks against your skin. you remove his sweater, only to be met with a flannel underneath it. “you’re not making this easy for me, are you, tiger?” you laugh breathlessly. “i like it when you call me that,” peter grins and pecks your cheek. “me, too. it’s very fitting,” you concur, getting to work on his flannel buttons.
you slide the flannel off peter’s shoulders, revealing abs and muscles you had not a clue were there.
“holy shit, you’re ripped! what’ve you been hiding under all those layers?” you grasp at peter’s biceps. he chuckles at your reaction. “you’re just full of surprises, aren’t you? i mean, shit, who even are you?” you ogle him. “all i had to do was take my shirt off and you’re salivating,” peter brags. “you’re so fucking hot, jesus,” you go on.
peter kisses you again to shut you up, and because he doesn’t like going too long without your lips attached to his. your hands continue to feel up his toned body, his hands moving down yours. they stop just above the curve of your ass, tentative towards fulfilling his desires. you sense his reluctance and let your lips momentarily detach from his.
“it’s okay. you can touch me wherever you want,” you offer a smile. “are you sure?” he questions, licking his lips which are covered in your gloss. “i’m sure. i want this just as much as you do, peter,” you soothe. “okay, good. in that case…” a cheeky smile makes its way onto his features.
you resume your kiss, and this time, peter lets his hands come to rest on your ass. he kneads gently with his fingers, a sigh leaving your lips. your nails scratch against his chest, tongue tangling with his. you sneak a hand back to unzip your skirt so you can speed up the process. that leaves you in your panties, and it’s only then that you realize just how hard peter is, and just how wet you are.
you’resoaked.
peter takes note. his thumb skims along the waistband of your panties, an arm looping around your middle.
“i never got to take care of you the other day. lemme make it up to you?” he looks into your eyes. “god, please. i’m literally pulsating,” you manage. “yeah, i can feel you,” peter chuckles. “i can feel you, too. must be fucking suffocating in there,” you place a hand on his thigh. his breath hitches. “could i take care of you after?” you wonder.
“no, no. don’t worry about me. let’s just focus on you, alright?” peter nods, willing you. “well, it’s not often you hear a guy say that,” you concede. “i prefer giving to receiving. i’m just selfless like that,” he smolders, making you giggle. “peter parker, you’re a fucking dream,” you remark.
peter smiles at that, really smiles. although he knows your words are driven solely by lust, he finds tenderness in them.
you angle your hips so peter has better access to where you need him. peter keeps you in place with his arm around your waist, pushing your panties aside. he uses a finger to collect your wetness, so slowly it’s agonizing. the feeling sends shivers down your spine. a cocky smirk appears on his lips. his thumb presses ever so slightly on your clit, eliciting a high-pitched whine from you.
you’re about ready to beg for more, then two fingers enter you.
“oh,fuck.”
you smash your lips into peter’s as his fingers begin to pump inside you. he starts at a steady pace, still slow, but steady. it’s when his thumb comes back up to massage your clit that you let out a soft moan against his lips. he pays more attention to your bundle of nerves since it’s what you respond the most to, letting his fingers curl a bit in you.
“that’s good… do that,” you exhale, holding onto peter’s biceps. “whatever you like, y/n/n. just tell me,” peter murmurs.
you leave a messy kiss on his chin in response.
peter brings his free hand down to give your ass a squeeze while his fingers work inside you. you yelp, forehead falling against his. yours has become sticky with sweat. his thumb circles your clit with just the right amount of pressure to evoke more moans from you. he continues to curl his fingers in you deliciously, pace consistent. your hips roll in sync with him.
“that’s it. how’s that feel?” peter rasps. “fuck, just… just keep doing what you’re doing,” you pant out, hips matching his movements. “i’m so close. so, so close,” you almost heave. “already?” he teases. “you should take that as a compliment, dickhead,” you bang a fist into his chest. “i do, y/n/n. in the highest form,” he reassures.
all it takes is a few more strokes of peter’s fingers in that one perfect place, combined with his thumb on your clit and the lolling of your hips, and you’re done for. you gasp as you reach your high, clutching at peter’s arms. he works you through it, strong arms bracing you. when he feels you clenching around his fingers, he carefully slips them out of you.
“peter, that was…” you don’t even have the words. “i know,” peter hums, readjusting your panties for you.
peter’s curls stick to your forehead when yours separates from his. you drop your head onto his bare chest, hands still on his arms. peter gives you time to collect yourself. he rubs your back while you try to even out your breathing, the room now silent save for both of your pounding heartbeats.
that was fucking incredible. you don’t think you’ve ever came so fast. peter was so attentive, listened to you and your body, and it made the experience that much better. out of all the sexual encounters you’ve had, it’s been rare you find someone committed to your pleasure as much as peter is. you’ve learned that when you do, you should keep them around.
you’re not done with peter just yet.
“let’s talk,” you smile, peeking up from peter’s chest. “uh oh, how bad was it?” he jokes. “no, really. there’s something i wanna talk to you about,” you laugh. he becomes more serious. “sure, what’s up?” he questions, brows furrowing.
you climb out of peter’s lap and sit next to him. he shifts on the bed so he’s looking at you.
“how would you feel about us making an arrangement of sorts, for lack of a better term?” you prompt. “what kind of arrangement?” peter follows up. “y’know, a friends with benefits type of thing,” you elaborate. “wait, what? seriously?” he bites his lip to suppress a smile. “yeah, if you’re down. this was fun… really fun, and i’m comfy with you. plus, you have experience in this field,” you grin.
peter thinks it over for a moment. he definitely wouldn’t mind hooking up with you on the regular, and it wouldn’t be his first time doing so with someone. it didn’t end so well the last time, though.
then again, you aren’t like gwen, not in the slightest. you didn’t shame him when he told you about waiting to have sex, and you’re always encouraging when he wants to try something new. he trusts you; you trust him. above all else, that matters most to peter while being intimate. besides, just like you’d said physics was his territory, this is yours. you know what you want, and what you’re doing.
what could go wrong?
“let’s do it,” peter agrees, grinning back at you. “perfect! we’ve just gotta set some ground rules, and then we’re good to go,” you affirm. you seat yourself in his lap again. “good idea. what’s rule number one?” he asks, hands setting on your thighs. “always be safe, and sanitary. your cheeto fingers aren’t welcome here,” you wave a playful finger at him. “i won’t make it a habit. number two?” he chuckles.
“communicate. don’t be afraid to tell me what feels good, or what doesn’t,” you start. “and there’s never any pressure to do something you don’t want to. i’m guessing sex is off the table?” you inquire. peter’s cheeks turn pink. “is that okay?” he recoils. “completely okay. no pressure,” you repeat, thumb lightly tracing his jawline. “okay,” he relaxes, fingers wrapping around your wrist.
“rule number three is the third and final, but the most important one of all,” you prepare. “what is it?” peter wonders. you look him in his eyes. “no feelings, no getting attached. we’re friends, and friends only. we’re just helping each other get off. don’t except anything more,” you finalize. “can you handle that?” you check with him.
hethinks he can.
“yeah, totally. no strings attached,” peter repeats. “none,” you reinforce. “it’s settled, then. friends with benefits,” you nudge his nose with yours. “friends with benefits,” he pats your thigh. “we should probably get started on physics now. i heard warren’s collecting,” you huff. “of course she is. alright, after you,” he coaxes you out of his lap.
you get off the bed and put on your skirt. peter is still hard as a rock, and the sight of you shimmying your hips as you zip your skirt up doesn’t help. he’ll have to deal with his massive boner later, though. right now, you two have a shit load of physics homework to complete.
you’re in gym class, hiding out in the bleachers with harry and liz to avoid running the mile. liz ran hers already, but you and harry have been putting it off. the three of you watch everyone on the track as you catch up with each other.
“you and parker are fucking?” harry sneers. you just told him and liz about your… arrangement. “no, that’s actually the one thing we’re not doing,” you correct, feet kicked up on the bleacher in front of you. “why not? is he a prude or something?” harry ridicules. “hardly. he just wants to wait,” you shrug. “i don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. plenty of other things you guys could do,” liz throws in her two cents.
“right? he made me cum in, like, seconds the other night with just his fingers,” you recount. “seconds? damn, has he done this before?” liz prompts you. harry crosses his arms over his chest. “get this. he used to hook up with fucking gwen stacy,” you tell the two of them. “ugh, of all people? you’re joking,” liz’s jaw drops. “i’m dead serious,” you vow. “gwen is a fucking fox. how’d he pull her?” harry questions.
“seven minutes in heaven, one of flash’s parties. they hit it off,” you explain. “interesting,” harry fumbles for his pack of cigarettes. “oh, shit! i was there for that! they were locked in the closet for, like, ever,” liz remembers. harry offers you a cigarette. “i’m good. trying to cut back,” you decline, shielding your eyes from the sun.
you’ve been inspired by peter’s slip up with your edibles to reevaluate your usage of certain substances. he really is a good influence on you.
harry shoos at you and lights his cigarette.
“speak of the devil,” liz says. peter passes by as he’s finishing up his last lap. “sheesh, his ass looks great in those tiny little short-shorts,” you fan yourself. “some thoughts should stay in your head, y/l/n,” harry mumbles, taking a drag from his cigarette. “y/l/n! osborn!” coach wilson blows his whistle at the two of you. “get your asses on the track,” he reprimands.
liz smiles deviously. you and harry let out collective noises of anguish.
“i’m either gonna puke my guts out or die of heat exhaustion… or both,” you declare. “have fun with that,” liz sends you off. harry stays back with her. “what’s your deal with peter, osborn? seems like you have something against him,” she brings up. “huh? why would i?” he responds. “well, i think y/n was right. maybe you’re jealous,” she insinuates.
harry stands up from the bleachers. he spots you with your hands all over peter’s arms, the two of you laughing so loud he can hear it from up here. he takes one last drag from his cigarette before stomping it out.
“i’ve got nothing to be jealous of. she was my friend first.”
coach wilson blows his whistle at you again for talking to peter instead of running your laps. you puff air out of your cheeks, fingers trailing down peter’s arms before leaving them completely.
“that’s my cue. i’ve gotta run, literally,” you complain. “you want me to do it with you? i could take another lap, or four,” peter urges, smiling. “but you’re already done,” you remind him. “so? i’m working on the bod,” he flexes a bicep. “like you need to,” you prod at his muscles. he lowers his arm with a laugh. “it’s fine. we’ll do it together,” he decides.
“now you’re my tutor, my fuck buddy, and my personal trainer? i don’t know how you keep up,” you remark. “me neither. you’re not low maintenance, that’s for sure,” peter plays along. “c’mon, let’s get going before that vein in coach’s forehead bursts,” he says. “oh my god. you see it, too?” you grab his shoulder. “how could i not?” he confirms.
the two of you make your way to the track. you let peter go ahead of you so you can check out his ass again, thoroughly enjoying the view.
“wait, before we start, are we still on for tonight?” you wonder. you’re warming up, bending to touch your toes. “for tutoring? or, uh, the other thing?” peter replies. “both again? if there’s time in your busy schedule,” you answer. “if not, we’re just doing physics because that homework was brutal,” he groans. “i know, and it’s not like warren is a forgiving grader, either,” you mumble.
you come back up to a standing position. peter’s eyes are fixed on you, but he looks away when you look at him.
that makes you even.
“um,” peter clears his throat. “i’ll race you.”
you bump your hip against his, moving so you’re beside him.
I’m very much open to requests right now! I’m writing for Peter Parker / Tom Holland at the moment. And since I just got a little influx of followers here’s my old dialogue prompt list so you can request! You can do so in the comments or my ask box. You can request as many as you want at once :)
1. “I told you not to read that.”
2. “Sir, this is for children only.”
3. “Are you kidding me? We’re not ‘fine’!”
4. “Whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is no!”
5. “Hey… what’s wrong with your face?”
6. “You look a lot different from your profile picture.”
7. “Are you going to keep walking by my house, or are you going to come in?”
8. “Dude, it’s three in the morning.”
9. “I can’t believe I use to think he was attractive.”
10. “Actually, you *are* speaking to the manager.”
11. “This isn’t going to be a typical best man’s speech.”
12. “According to this, you owe them eighty thousand dollars.”
13. “That’s the worst reason I’ve ever heard to have a baby.”
14. “I didn’t even recognize you!”
15. “You’re Satan.” Costume party
16. “I need a place to stay.”
17. “It’s six o'clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”
18. “Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”
19. “This is girl talk, so leave.”
20. “You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”
21. “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”
22. “Hold still.”
23. “You’re not interested, are you?”
24. “Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”
25. “I’m telling you, I’m haunted.”
26. “Touch her again and I’ll break your wrist.”
27. “Don’t look behind you, but that guy is checking you out.”
28. “I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.”
29. “Quick! Kiss me!”
30. “Just shut up and kiss me.”
31. Ihate high school reunions.“
32. "I think I picked up your coffee by mistake.”
33. “I’ve never felt this way before… and it scares the shit out of me.”
34. “Wait a second, are you jealous?”
35. “This is by far the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”
36. “You never told me you had a fucking twin.”
37. “Am I suppose to be scared of you?” Skeleton dick costume
38. “You’re hiding something from me.” Ethan proposes
39. “A wedding?”
40. “Where would someone hide in a town like this?”
41. “H-how long have you been standing there?”
42. “Is this skirt suppose to be this short?”
43. “Oh fuck off.”
44. “When did you take that?”
45. “I hid it.”
46. “Stop trying to look cool in paparazzi pictures, you look like a dumbass.”
47. “Can you stop laughing?”
48. “You look like a reptile from this angle.”
49. “You have a dirty mind.”
50. “You guys are lame.”
51. “I don’t know. Resurrection maybe?”
52. “This is a safe space.” “What the hell are you talking about?” “SAFE SPACE!”
53. “Just stab him.”
54. “I’m in dire need of assistance.”
55. “I’m gonna die in an elevator full of idiots.”
56. “Shoot me.”
57. “I feel like you know.”
58. “You’re making me dizzy.”
59. “I don’t want any excuses, they must have the hottest date ever.”
60. “Are you with him because it’s easy?”
61. “Dibs!”
62. “If we die, I’m going to kill you.”
63. “Do you think you could just go *one* day without pissing me off?”
64. “Your hands are really soft.”
65. “We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you’ve always complained about.”
66. “Pregnant?”
67. “We are SO much cuter than them.”
68. “Wanna go for a drive?”
69. “Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”
70. “Sleep over? Please?”
71. “Are we on a date right now?”
72. “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t suppose to see that.”
73. “Well I think you’re beautiful.”
74. “Your feet are so cold!”
75. “You come here often?” “Well I work here, so I’ll have to say yes.”
76. “You met me yesterday though?” “Yes, and I would die for you in one second. Next question.”
77. “I can’t stop smiling.”
78. “Did you see it?”
79. “Don’t leave me alone.”
80. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?”
81. “You didn’t tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I gonna do?”
82. “How can you drink that stuff?”
83. “Stop apologizing for other people! You aren’t the shitty one!”
84. “I just wanna be swept off my feet. Is that so much to ask?”
85. “Oh, my ankle! It must be broken!” *wink wink*
86. “These heels are peeling off my **skin**. But yes, keep complaing about your tie you whine ass.”
87. “I don’t want to ruin your party.”
88. “Could you just come get me?”
89. “Now I have to start counting all over again!”
90. “Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?”
91. “You are very endearing while you are half-asleep.”
92. “But I want to hear you sing!”
93. “No- Mom- don’t tell him I said that. Wait!”
94. “And you wonder why you are still single.”
95. “Somebodys cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.”
96. “She’s hot. But she’s evil.”
97. “Pinky promise!”
98. “I’d rather jump out that window. But thanks.”
99. “Hello, sunshine.”
100. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
BONUS:
Prompts based on things my best friend has said (changed a little bit for context)
1. Man, I hope this ice melts soon
2. Holy SHIT the Disney World parking lot is packed.
3. Those tree lights are burning my retinas
4. “These are fun to work with.” “Not to eat.” “No!”
5. “I mean, I could hit a kid with a car.”
6. “You up? I need to call you! It’s not bad it’s just kinda funny!”
7. “Wow I can’t imagine being that rich! How old are the kids, maybe I can date one!”
Summary - While hanging with Peter, the reader catches her trashy boyfriend smacking lips with another girl. Revenge ensues.
If you wanted to be added to the Peter Parker taglist, let me know! (Also currently writing a Peter Parker slow-burn series called An Immortals Heart ;))
Jack wasn’t… Perfect. But Y/n could see the light in his heart, she truly thought so. He had a tough bad boy exterior, but inside he was sweet.
Or at least that what she had hoped, but after 3 months it was getting hard to hope.
Jack had brushed her off almost their entire relationship. She thought maybe he was going through something because before they were dating he was such a gentleman. He had gotten her flowers for a week straight before asking her out.
Now he ignored her unless it was the occasional peck on the lips. Or their weekly movie night, those things made her hold on.
“Hey Jack, do you want to go to the movies with me and Peter? He asked if you wanted to join.” Jack shook his head as he walked up the stairs toward his room.
“No, I’m good, kinda tired so I’m probably just gonna go to bed.” He smiled at her, blowing her a kiss. She smiled, catching it, then snapping which turned the lights off in his living room.
“Sleep well love.” She said, heading out his front door and closing it quietly. She then
began her drive to aunt May’s apartment.
Y/n knocked lightly on the door, it swung open mid knock.
“Ready to go?” Pete asked, raising his hands into jazz hands. She smiled with a nod, pulling him from the door.
“So what are we watching?”
“Despite not wanting to see a horror movie, I picked the second Quiet Place because I knew you wanted to see it.” He whipped the tickets from his pocket with a cheesy grin. Y/n’s eyes widened.
“Awe Pete! It’s okay, you can hold my hand if you get scared.” She winked playfully, grabbing his hand and dragging him to her car.
———
After the movie, they made their way to a coffee shop a little ways from the theatre. It was called ‘Singing Beans.’ Peter held the door open for Y/n, heads whipping towards them as the little bell rang. One
little girl’s eyes lit up, running toward Y/n.
“Are you Lights Out!” She screeched with a big smile, Y/n crouched down to her size.
“Yes, I am!” She said with a snap, causing the light above them to go dark. The child shook with excitement.
“You’re so cool!” A small crowd accumulated around them, asking for pictures and for her to sign their arms. Peter just stood back and watched.
In the middle of getting a free coffee from a barista, Peter shook her arm.
“What?” She asked quietly, thanking the barista a thousand times. He only shook her shoulder again, prompting her to look at him, eyebrows furrowed. He noticed he was pointing out the window with a pained look.
There he stood, Jack.
Kissing another girl.
Y/n nearly dropped her coffee. He was sucking face with Felicity Hardy of all people. The girl people called Black Cat, recently causing minimal havoc around the city. Mostly vandalism disguised as activism.
She stormed out of the shop, leaving Pete behind. Once she stepped out, she turned the street lamp above them off, hearing a sigh from Jack.
“Y/n…” He turned to her, crossing his arms, an innocent look on his face.
“You are so luckyI don’t take the light from your eyes Jack, you piece of shit.” Felicity rolled her eyes, looking around looking disinterested. “You too Felicity, you knew I was dating him.” She hoped that waswould sting Jack, but deep down she knew it didn’t.
“Oh please, as if I cared.” She scoffed with a laugh. She came face to face with Y/n, nearly 3 inches from her face. “You don’t scare me.” Felicity whispered.
The rage built up inside Y/n, rarely did she do this in docile situations. She usually did it when she was in deep shit, but she was so mad. She sneered as she snapped her fingers behind her back, watching as Felicity panicked.
She screamed, touching her eyes, which Y/n didn’t understand, considering she didn’t inflict any pain on her. She just… Made her temporarily blind.
“I can’t see anything!” Felicity screeched.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be able to in a few hours.” Y/n shrugged, looking to Jack. He looked like he could scream too, but from anger.
“God, you’re such a pretentious bitch.” He spat at her, just as two feet came down from the sky, kicking him in the chest and knocking him to the ground.
“I’m sure lots of people could say the same about you.” A voice quipped. Y/n smiled as Spiderman stood on her ex-boyfriend’s chest. “Do you even know what that word means? Because you kind of used it wrong.” He rambled as he webbed Jack’s wrists and ankles to the ground.
“Thanks, Spiderman.” Y/n chuckled.
“Of course beautiful stranger.” She could practically see him winking. “And as for you, maybe you should just sit down with your new boyfriend. Because the webs should dissolve in the amount of time it takes you to regain sight.” He hung above Felicity and patted her head, bringing himself up as she swatted the air around her. He swung in a different direction, visibly landing in an alley 2 blocks over.
Y/n jogged to the alley, walking up just as Pete pulled his shirt over himself. He looked up with a sad smile, immediately turning worried as he saw tears forming in her eyes. He ran to hug her, pulling her into his chest.
“I’m so sorry Y/n, he didn’t deserve you.” He heard her sniffle into his chest, breaking his heart. That stupid boy, breaking his girl’s heart.
“I feel so stupid, he was shrugging me off for months and I ignored it. He was probably cheating the whole time.” This made her sob harder, grabbing at Pete’s shirt and squeezing the fabric between her fingers.
“It’s not your fault, he’s just a piece of work.” He sighed, running his hand over her hair.
“Can we go to your house, do you think May would let me stay over.” She looked up at him, her nose red, along with her tear-soaked cheeks.
“I think so yeah.” His thumbs rubbed tears from her cheeks. “Let’s get home, don’t forget to text your mom.” Y/n texted her mom as Pete walked them to her car.
Jack cheated, I’m staying at Pete’s tonight, love you :(
I’m so sorry bb, I’ll see you tomorrow. (I never liked that douche anyway, he had no manners) Have fun at Pete’s.
Y/n giggled at her phone pitifully, hopping in the passenger seat, mumbling that he could drive back.
——-
Y/n had fallen asleep in the car on the way there. Peter knew this, considering he looked at her every 30 seconds.
He did that even when he wasn’t worried about her.
He parked her car outside of his apartment, quickly making his way to the passenger side. He opened the door and scooped her up easily, shutting the door with his foot. Once he made it inside, May gave him a puzzled look.
“Can she stay the night, we just beat her exes ass because we saw him cheat. She’s really tired.” He whispered. She nodded with a smile.
“Of course she can, night Petey.” She ruffled his hair, heading to her room. Pete pushed his door open with his foot, slowly setting Y/n down on the bottom bunk. He pulled the covers over her and kissed her forehead.
“Good night beautiful.” He whispered, admiring her sleeping face.
'Goodnight handsome.“ She giggled back, pulling the covers closer and turning away.
Summary - Y/n is starting to make some new friends, and maybe even joins something, for the first time in a long time.
If you aren’t caught up, the reader is immortal, falling for a mortal (P.P) Part 1 and 2 are under the tag - an immortals heart -
Word Count - 1.3k
**Y/n**
Y/n missed making friends, but she was a bit out of practice.
About 70 or so years out of practice, because she didn’t *always* push people away. She had decided that this change was going to be a big one, one where she would let herself be happy and radiant, how she used to be.
So MJ was the perfect first friend. She was quiet and mysterious, and trustworthy. Over the past couple of weeks, she had made casual conversation with her, lots about true crime. Believe it or not, true crime was something Y/n was *very* into. And she was *alive* for most of the popular ones. So she could recall such small details about it.
That amazed MJ.
“Everyone here thinks I’m so morbid but think they’re just boring.” MJ shrugged as they spoke about Black Dahlia. “It’s just interesting, the real problem is when people start romanticizing it.” She pointed out.
“Yes! Exactly, that’s just gross. Like, the way people fawn over Ted Bundy? Revolting.” Y/n gagged a bit.
“Oh, I especially love hearing about those really old crimes from like, the 1910s. They could pretty much get away with anything back then.” Sentences like that always made Y/n feel extra old. Those were her early years, but these people weren’t even a thought at that time. “Speaking of the 1910s has anyone ever told you that you have an extremely 19th and 20th-century face?”
“Uh, I’ve heard it quite a lot.” She laughed. That was true, lots of people had commented on her looks.
“No judgment obviously, you are very beautiful, everyone thinks so. You just have a very unique face, even your voice.” She nodded.
“What do you mean *everyone thinks so*?” Y/n asked, she would never get used to people finding her attractive. At least she didn’t think so. Before she knew she was undying, no one paid any attention to her.
“Well Ned, he’s in academic decathlon with me, is always gushing about you. More than the last chick Liz. I think Peter thinks so too but he’s like, so awkward.” She laughed. “Seriously though, everyone wants you on the team, Harrington is always talking about your exam score.”
Y/n thought for a moment, I mean, it couldn’t hurt. She could pretty much guarantee them a win.
“Well, tell Harrington I’ll take that spot.”
Soon she was dropping into her seat next to Peter Parker again in history. She hadn’t had much of a conversation with him since she started. Besides the ones they were practically forced to have. MJ *did* say he was awkward. So she engaged in one, considering they were both 5 minutes early. Everyone sat around at others’ desks, conversing with friends.
“So Parker, what do you do in your free time?” He looked up from his backpack, making immediate eye contact.
*Which made her stomach feel weird for some reason…*
“Uh, build lego sets with Ned mostly. Watch Star Wars.” He nodded, rummaging in his bag again.
“I love Star Wars!” She gushed. She had gone and seen the premiere of the very first one, she even met Carrie Fischer. It was one of the more remarkable days in her long life. His head whipped back up at her comment.
“Really? You like Star Wars?” A smile played at his lips.
“Yeah of course, who wouldn’t? The new ones are alright but they could just *never* size up to the originals.” His smile widened.
“Exactly! Flash argued with me the other day for 10 minutes over him saying the new ones were *better*. I’m convinced he’s never even seen them!” She laughed at his enthusiasm, his smile incredibly contagious.
“Well, that’s because Flash is an imbecile with no taste in pop culture.” Peter smiled at this, nodding along with her.
“I seriously don’t know how he got into this school in the first place or the decathlon team.”
“He’s on the academic decathlon team too? Maybe it was a mistake joining it then.” She giggled. His smile widened.
“You joined the team?” It looked like the boy had stars in his eyes at the comment.
“Yeah! MJ told me that Harrington wanted me on the team because of my exam scores so I figured why not?”
“Would you wanna study sometime? Harrington gave us a few sources we could use for the next event.” Y/n nodded profusely, giddy that she had made 2 new friends. Hopefully gaining a 3rd once she officially met Ned Leeds. Peter wrote his number down on a piece of paper and handed it to her just in time for the bell to ring.
*It had been a long time since she had been handed a boy’s information.*
**Peter**
Peter and Y/n had been getting a lot closer within the last week. He decided to set up his first study day with her at his apartment today. At the moment he was standing in the bathroom mirror fixing his hair.
*He wasn’t quite sure why though…*
“So, tell me about this girl.” May insisted, leaning on the door frame. Pete groaned, knowing what she was implying.
“She’s just a new girl, she’s in my history class. MJ talked her into joining the academic decathlon so we are studying for the next event. And for our next practice, which will be her first.” May smiled at her boy, brushing some of his hair back with her fingers as he pulled away. “Stop it!” He drug out the words with a whine.
“I’m sorry! I just haven’t seen you this nervous since Liz.”
“I’m not nervous, I’m just, I’m just fixing my hair May.” He sounded defeated, she knew him too well. But she also knew when to leave things alone, and so she did.
“Alright, don’t sneak off to your room right away though, I wanna meet her.” She left him alone at the sink with that.
Minutes later there was a faint knock on the door. Peter tripped on the way to open it, May covering her mouth as he regained his balance. He gave her a look before opening the door.
There stood Celeste, she was wearing a different outfit than she did to school. Now wearing leggings and a big t-shirt.
“Sorry, I jogged here instead of getting a cab so I wanted to be comfy.” She smiled, gesturing to her new attire.
“No! No, you look fine, great even.” Peter stumbled over his words.
*Christ, what is up with me today?.* He thought.
He moved out of the way, inviting her inside.
“This is my aunt May.” He introduced. May smiled kindly, waving at the girl.
“Hello, I’m Celeste. I love your jeans, where did you get them?” May looked down at her jeans with a giggle.
“Thank you! JC Penney, I think.”
“Well, they look amazing on you.” Celeste extended her hand out to her to shake. May did so, graciously.
“It is a pleasure meeting you Celeste. Now you guys go have fun, or study, whatever you’re doing.” She laughed, playfully shooing the kids off to Peter’s room.
Peter led the way into his room, closing the door behind him and immediately digging in his bag. He pulled a binder out and plopped on his bed beside Celeste, who was looking around his room curiously.
“What?” He asked with a short laugh, referring to her puzzled look.
“Nothing, just observing.” She patted the bottom of the bed above her. “Bunk beds huh?” She smiled at him, watching a blush appear on his cheeks and the tops of his ears. “Oh I’m not judging, I would have bunk beds if my mom had ever let me.”
“I have them because Ned stays the night a lot, it’s just easier this way.” Peter shrugged a little, most of the blood leaving his cheeks.
“I’m excited to meet Ned, he seems legit.”
“He is.” They sat for a second, just staring at each other. Pete shook his head, clearing his throat a little. “Anyway, let’s get started.”
And with that Pete went through his binder and rambled the whole night, but he had a funny feeling she could keep up with it. She never slowed him down.
Summary - Peter is getting a little suspicious of the new girl, but why?
Y/n’s shoes squeaked down the hall of Midtown. Just a few days ago she had passed the test that was given to her. She finished with flying colors to be expected, by her at least. (She was over 100 years old after all, she had a lot of time to study things, her actual birth year being in 1890.)
She could feel the probing eyes on her as she adjusted her backpack straps on her shoulder.
You would think by now she would have less anxiety doing this.
She peered down at her schedule, her eyes landing in her first period.
American History
Oh, how the world held irony for her.
She led herself to the room number, the bell ringing just as she entered the room. Which is the exact opposite of what she was trying to do. She would never miss the prying eyes of teenagers when she was stood up in front of a classroom.
But she truly missed social interaction with people whose brains were developed the same amount as hers. Because no matter how many years she aged, she knew and felt how young she was inside.
“Hello! You must be Celeste!” She had read his name as Mr. Dell on her papers. She nodded with a smile, coming closer to shake his hand. “Class, this is Celeste, she’s coming from the UK.” There were a few waves and quiet hellos from the sea of teens. Y/n gave a wave as well. “You can sit back in that empty seat by Peter.” He emphasized the name when he noticed the boy wasn’t paying attention.
Peter looked up quickly, putting an arm over whatever he was writing. He nodded dismissively with a slight smile, looking right past the girl to Mr. Dell. This made her quirk an eyebrow, what a secretive boy. She brought her stuff to the back next to him and plopping down in the seat, a few heads following her movements.
Mostly those of boys.
She looked up to Dell as he began telling everyone what page to turn to. She soon heard some whispering from beside her. Something Y/n had become an expert on over the years was eavesdropping.
“Dude, did you even look at her?” A voice asked, then she heard a shove. She noticed Peter, the boy beside her, moved slightly. “Parker!” He whispered aggressively.
“Ned I’m kinda busy here.” He answered with a harsher grumble. She could see in her peripheral that he was gesturing to the page in front of him.
“Okay but seriously, just, just peek at her.” She could barely make out the words. Peter huffed and peered the girls’ way, immediately doing a double-take. Y/n attempted to hide her smile as he blinked profusely.
“O-Okay Ned, happy now?” He stuttered, going back to his paper.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Ned giggled, finally listening to Mr. Dell.
Y/n had figured that would be the last she saw of the boy that day. But it soon became apparent that that wasn’t true when she followed him to her next class, Science.
Another introduction ensued when she entered the room, only after an introduction from Mr. Harrington.
“Hi! I saw your results on the examination, I think you’d be a great addition to the academic decathlon team.” She shook his hand firmly.
“It’s certainly something I will think about.” He then went on to introduce her to the class. Placing her in an empty seat next to a boy named flash.
What a weird name…
He instantly opened his mouth as she sat down.
“Hello, gorgeous, how come I’ve never seen you around here before?” He flashed her a toothy smile and held a hand out to her.
“The answer is kind of obvious don’t you think?” She quirked a brow at him as his smile barely faltered.
“Is that a hint of a British accent I hear?” He titled his head, but she ignored the comment completely.
“I just moved here.” She shook his hand. “And here I thought this was a school for geniuses.” She released his hand and looked up to Mr. Harrington, hearing snickers around her.
“You’re a tough nut to crack, I’ll get there though.” He nodded to himself as Y/n rolled her eyes.
“Alright everyone, page 276.” Harrington set a textbook in front of her with a smile. She thanked him and turned to the page, squinting at the title as if it were a hallucination.
An introduction to aging and regeneration.
This kind of stuff was always happening to Y/n, but it completely befuddled her each time. She pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a dry laugh.
“What’s wrong princess, stressed already?” Flash whispered, leaning down to her height. She glared daggers at him, causing him to raise his hands in surrender and retreat to his height.
This was going to be a long year.
Peter
Peter had watched her for the past 2 weeks. Not in a weird way (or he convinced himself it wasn’t weird…). He was suspicious of her. He just didn’t know what to be suspicious of yet.
“Ned, I’m telling you, there’s something up with her.” He subtly prodded his spoon at her, she sat across the cafeteria with MJ in silence.
“Yeah, there is something up with her.” Peter gaped at him, surprised he was agreeing for the first time. “She’s extremely smokin’.” Peter gave him a dumbfounded look, rolling his eyes.
“Ned I’m serious, I can just feel it.
"Peter Tingle?”
“Ned oh my God!” He whined at the name for his spidey sense. Whether Ned wanted to believe him or not, he needed more info on her. If he was wrong, he needed to be provenwrong.
Pete sent a quick text to May that he would be home late as he entered the avengers compound.
“Hello, Peter.” Jarvis chimed as he walked through the front hall.
“Hi Jarvis, where’s Tony?”
“In the lab Mr. Parker.”
“Thanks!” He jogged to the lab, knocking lightly on the door. Tony held a tool in his mouth and another in his right hand. He used the remaining one to wave Peter in. He dropped the one from his mouth, turning to him.
“Hello boy, what are you doing here?” His eyes remained focused on the task at hand.
“Since Ned doesn’t believe me I wanted to talk to you about this girl at school.” A smirk made its way onto Tony’s face.
“A girl you say? Go on.” Peter ignored the way he was trying to imply things and told him what he told Ned.
“That’s the thing, I have no proof of anything. I don’t even know what I need proof of. There’s just something about her, I can feel it. Like it’s scratching in the back of my head.” His hands waved sporadically as he spoke, words flying from his mouth quickly.
“I’m sure there is something about her, is she pretty?” Tony glanced at him momentarily. His face turning a slight pink.
“That’s- That’s not what I meant. There’s something upwith her. I’m serious. Can’t you like, look her up or something?” Tony threw his head back with a groan at the request.
“I guess so.” He dropped his tools and drug the bit to his computer room, logging into some program Pete didn’t recognize. “What’s her name?”
“Celeste Dockery.” Tony’s hands typed quickly, information whizzing right past Peter’s eyes.
“Everything seems fine Pete. Born February 1st, 2002 in the UK. Sound about right?” He nodded, scanning the documents.
“Where’s her transcripts?” Peter tilted his head at the scene.
“What?”
“Her school transcripts. They start freshman year. Where’s middle school and elementary?”
“Some people don’t have transcripts that far back, plus it’s the UK so it probably works differently there.” Tony shrugged, unconvinced.
“Okay fine, look up her mom then, Jaqueline Dockery. This program completely tracks addresses right? You would be able to see she moved to New York recently.” Peter insisted.
“Good lord kid, what do you think we are going to find?” He typed some more, coming up with lots of Jaquelines’. He filtered then to the UK. “Well, that’s weird.”
“What?”
“Every Jaqueline Dockery here still holds residence in the UK and only the UK.” It looked like to Peter that he had convinced Tony. “Alright keep an eye on her I guess, don’t be a creep though.”
Peter nodded in approval. He would keep an eye on her.
Hey I’ve returned with a new fic for Peter Parker! I’m gonna try and make this a long one. But this is just part 1. This takes place right after Homecoming.
Summary - An Immortal reader decides to move to NYC and go to Midtown High for a change.
Word Count - 1.7k
One of my fave troped that I don’t see very often, an immortal falling for a mortal.
Ps - Shes an immortal that also had the powers similar to deadpool, so she’s literally undying.
Living with the knowledge that you will never die was hard.
It was much harder than Y/n would ever care to admit. She wasn’t one to complain very often, most knew that about her. Y/n just bottled up that pain of it until it burst in one of two ways.
One being snapping at whoever minorly inconvenienced her after a particularly hard day. The other being crying at the most minuscule trigger usually late at night in her bed.
Being immortal meant a lot of things. Things like ‘Don’t tell anyone, it will put you both in danger.’ Or 'You must switch identities once every 25 years.’ Or the one she most thought about 'You can’t have meaningful relationships, you’ll have to watch them die.’
It ate away at her like a hungry termite in a rotting house.
She had met tons of people in her lifetime, many of them so intriguing and unique. The ones she knew were completely one of a kind. That was kind of beautiful if you didn’t think about the crushing feeling that you won’t be with that person very long. Not long before you have to disappear. Not long until that person is among the sea of others you’ve abandoned.
With each move and name change, Y/n became more and more distant from people. She felt it made it easier on everyone, including her.
Which was a lie of course.
But right now was one of those times she absolutely had to have social interaction.
“16 you said?” The man across from her squinted suspiciously in her direction. “Most kids get fake IDs to get beer and stuff. What’s the point of getting one so young?” The truth was that the actual age that Y/n had finished aging was 17. But she hadn’t gone to high school in about 50 years and she kind of wanted to experience it again. There was a gifted school in the area too, she thought that it might do her some good.
“It’s complicated, and really none of your business don’t you think?” She tilted her head at the grizzly man, setting the money he asked for on the table. He shrugged and made the card for her, handing it to her with a smile.
“You have fun out there kid.” He shooed her from his apartment and the door slammed shut behind her. And so she would.
Each time Y/n had to move around and change things up, she came up with a new backstory. And a new name of course. She stared down at her new ID along with her new name.
*Celeste A Dockery*
The 'A’ being for Arabella. She had researched some European names and ran with it. So here was her backstory.
Celeste Arabella Dockery was born in the UK to her English mother Jaqueline Dockery and her American father James Dockery. It wasn’t until she was 9 that her father left them. This prompted her mother to make a big change and move them to the US, believing it was better for them. (They also had a better health plan for her here. She was very ill.)
This was much different from her actual story, but it was one she tried not to dwell on much.
Y/n had picked up lots of dialects. So it wasn’t going to be hard for her to have an American accent with a very small hint of British. Though to act as her mother on the phone, she would have a strong one.
She looked up the phone number for Midtown High and dialed it on her phone. A lady was quick to answer.
“Hi! This is Jenny from Midtown High speaking, how can I assist you.” Y/n smiled as she prepared her extreme, but frail, British accent.
“Hello, Darling! I’ve just moved here with my daughter and was researching good schools and this school came up at the top.” Y/n could hear a sigh at the other end.
“I’m sorry Ma'am but this is a gifted school, you can’t enroll just anyone.”
“So what, is there a test or something she needs to take so she can get enrolled?”
“W-Well there is a test yes but-”
“Great! When can she come in to take it?”
“Uh, I suppose I can set one up for tomorrow, does that work?” The receptionist sounded a bit flustered.
“That’s perfect, what time?”
“10 am?”
“Lovely, she will see you tomorrow.” And with that Y/n hung up the phone.
“Well, that was too easy.” She laughed as she walked up the street, in search of her new apartment.
See, a 16-year-old ID card wasn’t the only one she had. She also had a 19 year old one. She had two whole sets of new fake documents, that’s just what she had to do every 20 years. She had booked this place a few weeks ago from her old home in California.
She had come up with the 20-year plan a long while ago. After the incident, she decided that no one would ever believe she was over 35 to 40. So she had to choose between the ages of 15 to 20. It had gotten her in trouble a few times. This led to having an early change one of those times.
It was nothing new though, even before she was immortal people had mistaken her for a younger age. Now she tried to dress older and style herself to fit the age.
Though it would never stop long-time coworkers from asking how she stayed looking so young.
But she was proud to say she had only told one person that she was undying. That person being her mother after everything had happened to her and sunken in.
The year was 1910 and Y/n had been staring at her wall for at least 3 hours. It couldn’t be true right? It probably wasn’t. The notion wasn’t even in the realm of possibility. The so-called curse was just a silly myth her dad told her as a kid. Right?
Long ago in Athens Greece lived Y/n’s great great great grandfather Alexander. Around the world, Gods were well known, and heroes for the most part, such as Thor. This also meant the ones who weren’t heroes were worshipped and treated extravagantly by many.
Alexander didn’t live the best life, often drowning in poverty. But he didn’t mind that, as long as he had his love Zoe by his side. But Zoe had fallen ill, so he did what he did best, and he asked the goes for help. Zoe had always felt a pull to Athena, so he made sure to speak out to her the most.
Though Zoe just got sicker and sicker, no matter what he said to Athena. So one day he marched to the chapel in anger.
“I will not tolerate this disrespect!” He shouted into the nothingness. “I’ve been nothing but kind and well-meaning but you mean to take Zoe from me!” He stomped his foot harshly on the ground. A stunning silence fell over the room.
“Do you disrespect me?” He heard a piercing whisper through the room. But he was done and tired of the silence he held. For he had come here each day and asked for help and healing. Not only from Athena, but also from Asklepios, the God of healing.
“I do! My wife and I have done nothing but ask for help with no remorse! I even offered myself up to help heal her. She is the kindest soul I have ever come across and you will let her die!” His words spat like venom, this enraged Athena, she liked to be treated with respect.
“Some things are meant to be Alexander. I cannot change the fate you’ve been given, I can only assist in your fate.” She tried to remain calm with him, to give him another chance to choose respect.
“No! You will do as I ask! I’m a loyal servant and you haven’t come to my aid!” That was the last straw for Athena, she had given him another chance and he threw it in her face. She appeared in front of him, making him drop to his knees. A quiet plead fell from his lips.
“Since you’ve chosen to disrespect the gods, I think it’s time I make a deal with you, though it’s not one you will be able to refuse.” He nodded his head vigorously at the offer. “You can have your darling Zoe healed and healthy, but I will curse the next born woman in your family with immortality.” She held out her hand to him with a smile, which he grabbed graciously.
Her grip on his hand tightened as he took it. A white rope-like light wrapped around their hands. Alexander looked back up to Athena, noticing just how mischievous her smile looked now. He tried to pull his hand back but she wouldn’t release him.
After a few seconds she let go of him and shooed him off to see his wife. You could imagine his devastation when he entered his home to find Zoe had passed in her sleep. Athena had lied along with cursing his family.
Y/n had felt not that long ago that she had stopped aging. It was just a feeling she got. She was supposedly 20 but she felt17. She just knew somehow, I guess that was the point.
It would become apparent in later years that she had in fact, stopped aging. Her mother took it well, finally telling her once she reached 35 and hadn’t changed one bit.
Y/n walked into her apartment and flipped down on the bed softly.
“10 am tomorrow? A little early but alright.” She sat up and looked out her giant windows out to the city. This was the first change that she decided would be a fun and big one. Usually, she would move out to a country home with a small-town job and lay low until the next move. But she missed high school, and she had never lived in a big city before so why not? She decided this would be the next move about 9 years ago, and she began saving any and all extra money so she could afford it. Luckily she had a well-paying job back in California, one she would miss.
She kept herself occupied till nighttime by unpacking the rest of the house and making food. By the time she was done eating her extremely late dinner, it was 10:30 and she was exhausted. She layed down in her bed at 10:45 and was asleep within minutes.
People often joked that you and Peter Parker were academic rivals. You only shared two classes; biology and chemistry. You didn’t even know Peter’s major, but it definitely was not the same as yours. You were studying Cognitive Sciences, brain function, psychology. You’re pretty sure Peter was doing a physics degree. But for those two classes, you fought tooth and nail to keep your grade higher than Peter’s. Academic rivalry was what kept your grades from slipping. it was the only thing that kept you going to class. And then one day, you just weren’t there.
Peter was worried. You weren’t friends, per se, but you never missed a class. Peter saw you every day. You sat right next to him, thighs pressed together, elbows knocking against each other, every day. So when you didn’t show up, for the first time ever, Peter worried. He could barely sit through the class. Peter had seen you at your worst. He had seen you in dirty sweatpants with bags under your eyes, barely awake, and he had seen you in your plaid skirts and low cut blouses, cogs turning furiously as you hastily scribbled down notes.
Peter didn’t even know where your dorm was. He searched the campus until he found someone who he knew was your friend. They gave him your address far too quickly, it was concerning. But he didn’t stick around to lecture them. He raced off towards your dorm.
The knocking woke you from your nightmare. The loud, incessant, annoying knocking that rang through your dorm. You groaned loudly and nearly fell off the couch.
“What do you want?” You said, opening the door with your eyes closed.
“Hey,” he smiled breathily.
“Peter?”
“You weren’t in class.”
“I wasn’t,” you were being blunt.
“I’m worried about you.”
Seeing you didn’t do anything to ease his worry. You looked worse for wear. Mascara was smeared under your eyes and streaked down your cheeks. You looked pale, your skin had a sickly green tinge. Your eyes were puffy, circles dark. You looked like total shit. You had definitely been crying.
“Let me in, sweetheart,” he asked.
You moved aside. The dorm was dimly lit. There was a blanket strewn on the floor next to the couch, and a box of tissues on the coffee table. Peter watched a true crime documentary play on your tv. You sniffled behind him and his attention was on you again.
One hand wrapped loosely around your wrist. He collapsed onto your couch. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you onto his lap. He sighed as you buried your head into the crook of his neck. On a regular day, you would have fought against Peter. But you were so pliable under his touch, so ready to give up, it made Peter worry even more.
“Sweetheart,” he purred sympathetically. “What happened.”
“I got broken up with.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” you said bluntly. Peter couldn’t hear any sadness in your voice. “I didn’t really like him anyway.”
Peter was confused. You sounded relieved, so why were you crying. Peter probed for an answer. But you were stubborn, always have been. And so Peter asked and asked and asked for an explanation. You shook your head over and over, still buried in the crook of his neck. He wore you down eventually, and you lifted your face from its hiding spot.
“Why are you sad, sweetheart?”
“I have manipulated who has ever fallen in love with me to fall in love with me,” you confessed.
You looked devastated. Peter could feel it, total and utter dejectedness that hung heavily in the air. Peter’s hand squeezed your thighs reassuringly. He was in love with you. And you hadn’t manipulated him. He had fallen in love with you accidentally. One day while you were furiously scribbling down chemical equations, he looked over at you. Your hair was in your eyes, your bottom lip was clutched between your teeth. You looked so utterly beautiful. Peter’s heart nearly exploded. Now Peter got nervous when he spoke to you, made heart eyes at you when you weren’t looking, longed for your touch, prayed for your smile. He had fallen in love with you, and you had nothing to do with it.
“And that either makes me a very good liar,” your lip quivered. “Or a very unloveable human being.”
Peter wanted to scream. He wanted to hold you and tell you that you weren’t unloveable. You were perfect. He wanted to tell you that he loved you. He couldn’t find the words. So he kissed you.
His hands cupped your face and he kissed you. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your whole body stiffened. Peter kept kissing you, prying your lips open until you whimpered into his mouth. You relaxed and your hands tangled into his hair.
“I don’t think you’re unloveable,” he whispered against your lips. “I think you’re fucking perfect.”
yo i know it’s been like a bajillion years and i’m 17 and should have fallen out of my peterparker phase but do ya’ll like first person or second person.
Warnings: blood and gore, mentions of death, violence.
A/N: I’m so sorry that this chapter took me so long to publish it out, but here it is and I hope it was worth it! This is not Beta read and all of the mistakes are on my own. Please comment fo what you thought of this chapter so far!!
‘’You claimed her at the law of surprise and yet you are still in denial, why?’’ Wong spoke towards Strange. Stephen stared out of the window as he was in deep thought. He didn’t say anything and kept ignoring him. ‘’You can’t ignore whatever destiny has brought you, you are bonded to the girl, whatever you like it or not,’’ Wong told him sternly and walked so he could stand beside him and look in the eye.
‘’It is her destiny,’’ Wong commented. ‘’Yet, even I can’t save her and what she will do to us,’’ Stephen spoke and met his eyes. ‘’You all claimed that we are bonded together but yet she will destroy us all, there’s nothing I can do for the child.’’ He spoke stubbornly. Wong looked at him with sympathy.
‘’You can at least be with her, train her how to control her powers because fate will not be kind to her when she’s older,’’ Wong told him. ‘’You’re the only one who can train her, Stephen.’’ He commented before walking away.
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‘’You can start working in the undercroft,’’ Stephen replied before walking away.
‘’The undercroft?’’ Ned responded with wide eyes. The two of you walked downstairs and found an old room with different objects in the darkroom. The only thing that was the source of light was the small bulb light in the ceiling that Ned lighted up.
‘’Badass,’’ Ned commented as the five of you stood at the entrance. ‘’Lovely.’’ You replied with sarcasm as you saw that the room was all over the place. It seemed that nobody has been there over the decades. ‘’Guys, listen about this whole spell thing…’’ Peter began to say as MJ and Ned placed their backpacks on the floor while Ned grabbed a crossbow.
‘’It’s okay,’’ MJ interrupted him.
‘’Wait, really?’’ Peter asked shocked.
You looked at them and decided to step aside since it was their business, to begin with. You haven’t been there for Peter for a long time and you knew that he had the best friends that he could trust.
‘’I mean I get it, you were just trying to fix things, and so, maybe just run it by us next time, you know? That way you’re thinking, hey I’m about to do something that could break the universe we could like, help you,’’ MJ chuckled nervously. ‘’Workshop something or…brainstorm ideas. You watched their interaction as you began to smile towards the scene.
‘’Ned?’’ Peter asked as the three of you turned towards Ned. ‘’Okay, buddy, place the crossbow back to the table before you hurt someone in this room,’’ You warned him as he nodded. ‘’Oh, dude, I don’t care, and seriously not a big deal,’’ Ned assured him.
‘’Woah, a torture rack!’’ Ned exclaimed as the three of you watched him run towards a corner. You let out a chuckle and noticed it wasn’t a torture rack. ‘’That is a pilates machine,’’ MJ corrected him before she pointed towards the crypt. ‘’And that is-’’
‘’The crypt,’’ Peter answered as you and Peter followed MJ from behind. ‘’Okay, So we get the rest of the guys, you zap them, Doctor Magic will send them back, and then we get into MIT,’’ MJ responded as you stood in between them. ‘’And then I will offer you guys a round of stale donuts,’’ You responded with a smile as MJ looked at you.
‘’My treat,’’ You answered as she looked at you with a raised eyebrow.
‘’Let’s catch some multiverse men,’’ Ned commented, next to Peter as he held the crossbow. You rolled your eyes towards the scene as you watched the man in front of you look at you.
‘’Hey! Who the hell are these two?’’ Doctor Octavius shouted. ‘’Oh these are my friends, this is MJ, Ned, and Y/N,’’ Peter introduced as he gestured towards you. ‘’I’m sorry, what was your name again?’’ Peter asked him. ‘’Dr. Otto Octavious.’’ He answered dryly as you all began to chuckle towards the name.
It made sense since he was shaped like an octopus. ‘’Wait no, seriously what are your real name?’’ Peter asked him again. ‘’Oh, is that a dinosaur?’’ Ned questioned. You looked at him with an amused expression on your face. ‘’That’s a lizard, dude,’’ You corrected him. You sighed as all four of you got to work and tried to find the other multiverse men.
Peter washed his spiderman suit while Ned picked his computer up. ‘’I got one!’’ Ned repeated as he tried to gain everyone’s attention. You all walked towards him towards the table as you surrounded him. ‘’I mean you can take the guy out of the chair but you can’t take the chair out of the guy,’’ Ned responded.
‘’What did you find?’’ You asked him. ‘’There’s a disturbance near a military research facility outside of the city,’’ Ned informed you. ‘’And witnesses say they saw a monster flying through the air,’’ Ned continued as Peter looked at him. ‘’That’s got to be the guy you saw on the bridge, right?’’ Ned asked Peter as all of you looked at him.
‘’That’s impossible,’’ You all turned towards Doctor Octavious. His back was faced in front of you. ‘’What do you mean?’’ You asked him with wide eyes. ‘’You know him, don’t you?’’ Peter asked him. ‘’On the bridge, you said his name,’’ Peter responded as he walked closer to him.
‘’Norman Osborn,’’ He answered before turning around slowly. ‘’Brilliant scientist, military researcher, but he was greedy, misguided…’’
‘’What happened to him?’’
‘’We tire of your questions, boy!’’ He began to shout, startling all of you. ‘’I gotta go, I need to find him,’’ Peter told you as you nodded.
‘’It can’t be him,’’ You heard him reply as it regained all of your attention back to him.
‘’And why is that?’’ You asked him with a calmer voice. He turned and met your eyes. ‘’Because Norman Osborn died years ago, so either we saw someone else, or you’re flying out into the darkness to fight a ghost,’’
A/N: finally i opened my inbox again because ya girl is wanting to write something for once this time! Down below are the list for the fandoms and the characters I’m currently writing for and please notify that you must be put description of your age if you are going to reqeust smut. I also write fluff and angst.
Andrew Garfield! peter parker x reader
Druig x reader (finally had the chance to watch the eternals)
Summary: This AU is based on an idea from an old prompt in which people have tally marks to represent how many times they have fallen in love. Peter has fallen in love a couple times, but never been loved back. Peter is college age, would say around 21-23, and so is reader and company.
Author’s Note: This has honestly been something that I’ve been wanting to write for a while, and finally found the time to sit down and write it. Though still testing the waters, so please let me know. Would most likely try to be a slow burn, like definitely be more than four parts.
Word Count: 2K
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“Ned, I told you, she isn’t in love with me,” Peter repeated for the eighth time in this same phone conversation, but that didn’t mean that it hurt any less.
“Are you sure? I mean it could just take a while for hers to show up soon?”
“Ned, I really don’t want to say this but she did have a red mark, but it wasn’t for me,” he finally caved and explained the one fact he has kept thus far, “I didn’t think she would pull something like this, that’s why she can’t love me…because she loves someone else,” he sighed almost feeling the tally mark was burning his skin.
“Oh, I’m sorry dude,” he said after a long pause.
“I know but it’s not something you should apologize for,” he sighed, trying not to remember the events that occurred that morning.
“You can always come with me and Betty to the movies tonight, we can invite a few more people so you don’t feel like third wheel,” wanting to switch topics to hopefully cheer his friend up.
Peter knew that his friend was really trying to help but he really couldn’t think of leaving his apartment. He really needed to process the whole situation rather than distract himself from it, because he knew when he was alone, he would feel this low again. He looked down at his wrist seeing nothing but black tallies on his wrist, and let out a long sigh.
“Pete, you still there?” pulling him out from his thoughts.
“Yea just thinking about the offer,” even though he already knew that he had the answer.
“How about you think about it and let me know. I don’t want you to feel pressured,” always the supportive friend. “I would cancel on Betty but…“
“Thanks Ned, don’t think Betty deserves that,” smiling knowing that Ned will always be his ride or die. “Think I’m a sit this one out,” his eyes still focused on his wrist.
“Offer will stands till seven, but if not, I’ll stop by tomorrow with food and can talk about it,” wanting Peter to know that he’ll be there through thick and thin.
“Yea tomorrow would be nice, I’ll text you if anything happens,” affirming that he wasn’t going out tonight, “have a great date Ned.”
“Thanks Pete. Hope to see you soon then,” he said.
Both said their goodbyes, leaving Peter to let out a long groan of frustration. The palms of his hands pressed against his eyes hoping to keep the tears in that he kept in the whole day. Another black tally mark etched on his skin, great another failed attempted at love.
It was at times like these that wished he never learned about the tally marks, but it’s something unavoidable. He remembers days in which his Aunt May would sit down and talk to him about the tally marks that would one day appear across his wrist and tried to do her best to explain it.
“Alright Peter, so one when you find someone you really love, you’ll one day see a black tally appear right here,” pointing out her own single red tally on her wrist.
“But yours is red,” child Peter pointing out the obvious.
“I know, but if the person you love, loves you back, then it will turn red. Just like mine, yours can start off black, only depending who falls for who first. I can tell you first hand that mine showed up a month before your Aunt May’s did,” puling Peter’s attention from his aunt to his see his uncle setting down his stuff. Ben walked over to the two ruffling Peter’s hair to distract him from giving May a quick kiss.
“Hey it’s not my fault that you fell in love sooner than I did,” she joked.
“Uh, yea it is, you didn’t make it easy for me,” he smiled, “So what is this tally mark talk about?”
“Just curious,” Peter responded, “besides our teacher was going to go over it soon and wanted a head start.”
Peter smiled his tears gaining a bittersweet taste to them but figured that he may as well let out any tears at this moment. He looked at his wrist, nothing but black tallies and he would be lying to himself if he said that it didn’t hurt him. He really didn’t get the idea of what was so difficult about loving him, but then again, it’s not like he can force someone to love him. But still he just felt like a below the belt when he saw his now ex-girlfriend, if she even considered herself that, sport a red tally that clearly wasn’t his. Peter let out a loud sigh, thinking it was just to just scour his social media and start to unfollow her but couldn’t force himself to delete old pictures of themselves.
Just a few moments later and Peter heard a large crash outside his door. Peter quickly got up and walked over to the door hearing already someone cussing from the other end.
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You didn’t know whether to be mad at the carpet lining the floor or yourself for thinking it was a good idea to carry more than you actually could because you really took a dive just now. You were glad that the boxes you decided to carry were filled with things that wouldn’t break, but you couldn’t help the burn on your cheeks from embarrassment and hope that no one saw your fall.
You started to stack a few things to try to somewhat organize things, and decided now was a good time as any to open your door. You decided to take a few things with you hoping to prevent anyone from seeing your mishap. By the time you went back to your stuff, someone was already organizing your fallen mess.
“Hey, sorry about the mess in front of your door, just give me a couple minutes and it’ll be totally clear,” walking over to said mess.
“it’s no worry at all,” seeing the stranger get up and face you.
Your heart jumped to your chest seeing the face that although you have forgotten about over time, you could never truly forget. “Peter?” knowing full well that there was no doubt about it.
“uh do I know you?” his face really confused because he really couldn’t place your face to a name.
“It’s been a while, but remember me from middle school,” trying not to act like you weren’t even more embarrassed then just a moment before.
You could visually see his mind thinking back to middle school, and finally put the pieces together, “(Y/N)! Oh god, I’m sorry I didn’t remember, trust me have a few things on my mind,” and although you haven’t seen peter in years, you figured he still was the same bashful boy you hadn’t seen in years.
“no worries, I mean what are the odds, that your old middle school friend moves down the hall much less spill most of her stuff in front of your door,” trying not to make anything more uncomfortable.
“yea guess so,” already sensing things slowly ease, “So you took over the empty loft, I think I heard about someone filling that room,” quickly picking up a few boxes, “ how about I help you out.”
Judging by him carrying boxes you knew that he wouldn’t take no for an answer, “sure guess we can catch up, plus definitely need the extra set of hands,” you said.
You didn’t know what it was about Peter but he really had a way to become instant friends with just about anyone that he met. You really were glad that he still was the same as the Peter you left behind at the end of middle school. It was almost easy being with Peter that it almost made it seem like you guys hadn’t seen each other in years but can already tell that moving in here was a great choice. You found out that he was still friends with Ned and kept in touch with Michelle, which he was already mentioning that he couldn’t wait to tell the others. you really were glad that he already wanted to plan things out with you.
You would be lying to yourself if you couldn’t deny that although you could recognize Peter, he really had matured into someone very attractive, especially by your standards. The once round cheeks chiseled out into strong edges, small chucky arms and hands became defined and strong by the easiness that he carried large boxes. however, some traits didn’t change at all, his doe brown eyes still had the same glee and his smile still captured the room, at least it did in your opinion. But now with this stance and physique, he really could capture the room.
“So, you moving in all by yourself?” Peter asked bringing in heavier objects. You
“ Yea, just me though if its gets too pricey may ask one of my friends to move in with me,” you replied already seeing that more than half of your stuff was already moved in thanks to Peter’s help, “pretty sure she will like the space as well.”
You looked over at Peter seeing that he was staring at his phone, his default cheery attitude replaced by a saddened look.
“Peter, you alright buddy?”.
“Uh yea, just some,” not knowing the right words to say, or better yet not know the right words that didn’t make him want to cry again.
“Girl trouble,” you finished, doubting someone like him couldn’t be with anyone or have someone he’s interest in.
“Um, something like that,” figured that he didn’t know how to phrase it.
“You don’t have to talk about it, I mean we technically just met,” not wanting to push his limits, because you figured that he would tell you just to be nice.
“It’s not that, I just don’t want one of our few first conversations to be about how my girlfriend got a red tally,” the words sounding so sour, “my bad I think I don’t think she was my girlfriend to begin with.”
“Red tally, then isn’t that a good thing?” not really understanding the problem.
“Yeah her and whoever she’s interested in, but definitely not for me,” lifting the side of his wrist and showing his black tallies., “just figured she’d be the first you know,” he said melancholy as he shrugged his shoulders.
“Hey her loss and their loss too, because I can already tell you that you have already been one of my better random male encounters in a while,” trying to cheer him up, though you figured you were failing at it.
Peter let out a small chuckle, “very funny but think I’m going to head out. Ned’s meeting me tomorrow for food, you’re more than welcomed to come,” he said trying to switch to lighter topics, “I’ll knock, see if you’re free ok”
“yea, sounds like a plan and really thanks for the help couldn’t do it without you.”
Peter said a small goodbye and walked out leaving you to finally press your hand against your chest. Your heart was racing, you knew that of course spending time with someone attractive like Peter was going to make you react but it was more. You knew that although you were glad to have met up with peter, but you weren’t sure if it was such a good idea in the long run. You finally decided to look down on your wrist, your eyes locking on your first tally mark. Your fingers traced over the black tally, knowing full well that the person who this tally represents is none other than your new neighbor, Peter Parker.
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End Author’s Note: So that was part 1, please let me know how it is. Still in debate if i should include peter being Spiderman, that is the other main opinion I would want, since I am really on the fence. Once again this is planned out to be a somewhat slowburn.
I want to write something about reader going through an eating disorder because that’s what I’m going through right now but I’m not sure 1who to write it for and 2 if anyone would like it
A little blurb I wrote in my notes app while in my living room ig?
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Idk where I found this but it’s cute so idc
“Peter seriously, I should get going.” I try to stand up but Peter grabs my waist and pulls me back into his arms. “Whyyy, what do you need to do at you’re appartement that you can’t to at mine.” He was making a pouty face with his lip hanging out in false hurt.
“I don’t know… take care of my dog?” I say sarcastically.
“We can go pick her up and bring her here so you can take care of her and be here, with me” he says while nuzzling into my neck leaving soft kisses where my neck and shoulder meet.
“Fine. But your driving” I swear I have never seen him get up that fast. He bounced up and practically dragged me behind him as he ran for his shoes and keys.
After you guys get the dog and are back at peters place because I’m lazy
After feeding her and taking her out me, Peter and zia (the dog lol) are all cuddling on the couch watch some random Netflix movie.
“Move in with me…” I looked up at Peter wondering if I heard him right or if I was just imagining that. “Well… what’s the worst that could happen?” I didn’t even realize how much time had passed. “Yes” I said under my breath. We’ve been together for almost two and a half years. We have been through thick and thin. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
I was pulled from my thoughts by Peter pulling me up his chest so our faces were millimeters away from each other, he kissed me like he’s never kissed me before, it held passion and hope like he had been holding in that question since the day we met.
A few weeks later I’m all moved in and stuff because it’s late and I’m to lazy to finish this so like I guess it’s a teaser⁉️
pairing/AU: university AU – student!tom holland x female student!reader
summary: there’s this girl in tom’s class that he can’t seem to get out of his head. she’s pretty, funny and kind, and every time she looks at him, he gets weak in his knees. but he can’t seem to find the courage to ask her out. not until a friday night uni party turns into the best night of his life
warnings:lovesick tom (like super lovesick), fluff, mentions and drinking ofalcohol, swearing
word count:6.1k
a/n: this story is heavily inspired by the two songs powders by alt-j and don’t delete the kisses by wolf alice so i’d recommend giving them a listen if you haven’t heard them before. both songs are super soft and i wanted to capture that in my fic. this is also my first attempt at writing from tom’s perspective, so we’ll see how that’s gonna go. english is not my first language so if you see any spelling/grammar mistakes, no you didn’t (also i’m not a writer)
Tom’s backpack felt heavy on his back as he stepped inside Professor Larsen’s auditorium. He really didn’t want to be here at 8am on a Monday morning for a three-hour lecture, and he especially didn’t want to be here this Monday morning. Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong today, and it was only 8am. He’d snoozed his alarm a few times too many this morning – leaving him short on time to get ready. He hadn’t had the chance to eat any breakfast either, since his roommate and best friend Harrison hadn’t done the food shop he’d promised to do during the weekend, leaving their shared kitchen snubbed of anything resembling breakfast food. They didn’t even have bread! To make matters worse, when Tom stepped foot outside his flat and into the rainy London air, his bus had driven passed, splashing and soaking him in puddle water, and making him late for class.
So here he was in Professor Larsen’s auditorium. Fifteen minutes late, stomach screaming out for food, and his clothes soaked through to the bone. He quietly made his way down the stairs, careful not to draw any attention to himself and interrupting the class. Half-way down the stairs he found the blond head of hair belonging to his best friend. He sat down with a huff at the end seat, giving Harrison an annoyed look.
“Whydid you leave without me? And why didn’t you do the food shop this weekend? It’s yourturn!”, Tom harshly whispered to his friend.
“Wow, someone clearly woke up on the wrong side of the bed today…”, Harrison’s whisper trailed off when he saw Tom’s soaked clothes. “Wait, what happened to you?”
“Whathappened to me!? A bus splashed puddle water all over me is what happened to me!”, Tom scream whispered back. Just as Harrison was about to answer Tom, a hush and a “Can you guys be quiet?” came from the row behind them.
Tom felt anger bubbling inside of him. It really wasn’t like him, what he was about to do, but this day was testing his patience. He quickly turned around, ready to curse this person out, but when he saw the girl sitting right behind him, all his anger simmered down.
He felt like he’d been punched in the gut. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Looking at this girl he felt like all air had left his lungs, like he’d run a marathon and now needed to catch his breath. When she locked eyes with him, one eyebrow raised waiting for an answer, Tom felt his cheeks warm up. “Yeah… ehm…sorry”, he softly whispered before he slowly turned around in his seat, ears burning. When did he get this shy?
The first hour of the lecture Tom had a hard time focusing on anything Professor Larsen said. His thoughts wandering to the girl behind him. Who was this girl? And why hadn’t he seen her before? He pondered.He was well over a month into the fall semester already, and he’d been an uncharacteristically good student these first four weeks, showing up for all his classes. He should have seen her in this class!
“Okay you guys! It’s 09.15 so I think it’s time to take a break. Be back here in 15 minutes!”, Professor Larsen’s voice brought Tom back to reality. He had been lost in his thoughts. Beside him Harrison stood to his feet. “I’m gonna go get a coffee in the canteen”, he said. “I’ll come with”, Tom mumbled as he quickly shut his laptop, where his blank word document had stared back at him for the past hour.
When Tom got up from his seat, he saw that you’d done the same. You had your back turned, chatting with another girl on the row behind you while you waited for your friend beside you to gather her things. When he passed you, while climbing the auditorium stairs, he quickly nodded his head in your direction asking Harrison: “Do you know who that girl is?”
Harrison turned his head following Tom’s eyes, “Who? Y/n?”
“Y/n?”, Tom questioned.
“Yeah, y/n! She was in Professor Stanley’s class last semester, and in Professor Nguyen’s class our first semester. She’s always hanging out with Amira and Sophie”
“Sophie? As in…”,
“Max’s girlfriend”, Harrison finished Tom’s sentence.
This new information puzzled Tom. How has he never seen this girl before? You had a lot of mutual friends. He’d done a group project with Amira in Professor Nguyen’s class, and he hangs out with Max all the time.
15 minutes later, back in the auditorium, Tom quickly gave up on listening to Professor Larsen. He couldn’t get you out of his head, constantly fighting the urge to turn around in his seat to steal a glance at you. When the class was over, he’d decided that he’s was going to talk to you. But when he turned around after gathering his things, you had looked at him while giving him a warm smile making his mind go blank. He stood paralyzed watching you quickly put your stuff away in your tote bag as he searched the depth of his mind for something to say to you. But before he could find something to say, Harrison nudged his arm, urging Tom get a move on.
The rest of the week you plagued Tom’s mind. He’d memorized how you’d looked that day, and the smile you’d sent him had replayed in his mind a million times. How awkwardly he had stood watching you, struggling to find something to say, had also replayed in his mind a million times, making him cringe at himself wishing the ground could have swallowed him up where he stood. He really wanted to get to know you. He really wanted to ask you out. There was just something about you that drew him in. Something he’s never felt before. You made him nervous – something he never got around girls. Tom had always been well aware of how a lot of girls wanted him. And ever since he started university two years ago, he’d had no problem finding a girl for a one-night stand after a drunken night. But this, you. The thought of talking to you, made him feel like an insecure twelve-year-old boy again.
When Monday rolled around again Tom strutted confidently into the auditorium for Professor Larsen’s 8am class. He had a plan. He was going to talk to you today. When he saw you seated in the same spot where you’d sat last Monday, next to Sophie, he quickly snagged the seat behind you. When the first break rolled around it was go time! The plan was to be set in motion. He was going to say hi to Sophie, hoping she would introduce him to you, and then ask if they wanted to join him in buying a cup of coffee in the canteen. Sophie was his way in. It was a solid plan! What could go wrong?
He spoke too soon… he chickened out is what could go wrong! The kind smile you sent him as you stood from your seat turned his brain to mush and he couldn’t do anything other than send you a lovestruck smile back. He was sure that if someone asked him what his name was in that moment, he wouldn’t be able to tell them. So… his plan had failed – but next Monday, that’s when he’ll talk to you!
But…
Hedidn’t. He chickened out, again! After chickening out the fifth week in a row – Tom thought to himself that this was getting ridiculous. What was going on with him? He had never been this shy when it came to a girl. Harrison had caught on three weeks in when Tom had asked a little too many of what Tom had thought was subtle questions about you.
“Why don’t you just get her number from the class group chat and send her a text if you’re such a coward?”, he’d teasingly posed. “Ask her if she wants to study together or something? God knows you need it if you’re gonna pass Professor Larsen’s class. You’re too busy staring at her like a creep to hear a single thing of what Larsen’s talking about”
“I don’t stare at her!”, Tom said defensibly, “…and I’m not a creep!”
“No, you’re right! You’re not a creep, you’re a weirdo”, a teasing smile danced over Harrison’s lips.
“Fuck you!”, Tom shoved Harrison’s shoulder as he mumbled “and stop quoting Radiohead you pretentious fuck”. But maybe Harrison had a point? He could just text you, right? But what would he say?
“hi, this is tom. i sit behind you in professor larsen’s class. i got your number from the class group chat and i was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime? xxx”
He reread the message he’d typed out in the notes app. Did he come off to strong? Maybe it’s the kisses at the end? He deleted them. Then he typed and retyped the massage a hundred times, but he knew in the end, he would never send it. Instead, he continued showing up to Professor Larsen’s class to sit behind the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, hoping that this was the Monday he’d grow some balls and finally talk to you.
The strong scent of the perfumery hit him like a brick wall, making him feel a little light-headed as he stepped inside the store. It was late November, but the perfumery had already put up their Christmas decorations and signs advertising their holiday sales. Tom adjusted his beanie and unbuttoned his winter jacket before he fished out his phone from his pocket. He searched through his messages until he found the one from his mother telling him what to buy for his little brother Paddy’s birthday. He wanted a cologne apparently. Why his fourteen-year-old brother wished for cologne for his birthday he did not understand, but Tom trusted his mother’s intuition.
“Hi welcome, do you want some help?”, a sweet voice asked. He was about to tell the voice that he’d be fine without any help, but when he looked up from his phone, he was met with your kind eyes.
“Oh… ehm… yes! I’m looking for this co-co-cologne?”, he stuttered out as he held up his phone showing a picture his mother had sent him of the cologne his brother wanted. He could feel a flush of warmth travel to his cheeks as you leaned in a little to get a better look at his phone.
“Oh, yes of course! We have that cologne over here”, you took off – walking deeper into the store. Tom followed you, taking big steps to keep up with your fast pace.
“Here it is!”, you smiled as you gestured to the cologne on the shelf. “We have it in two sizes: one that’s 50ml and the other that’s 100ml”, you pointed to the different sizes as you talked.
“Oh… ehm… I think I’ll buy the 100ml one?”, Tom questioned. His mum hadn’t said anything about if he should buy the 50ml or the 100ml one. But… the bigger the better, right? Tom thought.
“Excellent choice– ”, you chirped as you took the cologne of the shelf, “this fragrance should elevate your handsomeness”, you looked up from the packaging giving Tom your signature kind smile. That smile Tom had come to love over these past weeks.
“Then I’ll take a pallet”, Tom joked earning him a giggle from you. He could feel his chest fill with warmth at the sound. He made you laugh like that!
“Anything else you were looking for?”, you asked while looking around the store.
“Ehm no, nothing else”, he shook his head.
“Okay, then”, you said as you guided him to the register.
While you signed into the register you asked, “Would you like this gift wrapped?”
Tom fished out his wallet from his jacket. “No, no thank you”. Why did he say that?It’s a gift!
Tom watched your hand as you worked the register. “Okay, that’ll be £49.95”
£49.95!! This gift was going to be a lot more expensive than he’d anticipated. Does his mother think he’s made of money? He’s a broke uni student – he can’t spend this much money on something like this. But he couldn’t back out now with you waiting for him. With your eyes on him, he hesitated a little before he reluctantly swiped his card.
“Can I ask you something?”, you said as you handed him his bag and receipt. He could feel a jolt of electricity travel through his body as you accidently bumped into his hand.
A little startled he cleared his throat before he answered, “Yeah, sure”
“You’re Tom, right? Harrison’s roommate? You sit behind me in Professor Larsen’s class?”, your finger unsurely pointing at him as you asked your question. Your nose scrunched up like you were afraid you were mistaking him for someone else.
“Yeah, that’s me”, he confirmed with a nod, “and you’re y/n right? You’re friends with Amira and Sophie?”.
“Yeah, that’s me”, you parroted with a nod. A smile spread across his lips. He was actually talking to you! And you knew his name!
“What do you think of Professor Larson? Have you noticed how he always takes those weird breaths at the end of his sentences? You know like…”, you tried to mimic Professor Larsen’s annoying breaths, making Tom chuckle.
“I have noticed that! I actually find it hard to pay attention in his class”, Tom chuckled. But not because of Professor Larson’s weird breaths, he thought. “Yeah, me too! I get so caught up in his weird breathing- I’m always thinking he’s choking or something”, you laughed. You both talked for a little bit about the class and the last lecture until you asked him if he was going to Max’s party this Friday.
“Yeah! I’m gonna be there”, he nodded his head while he swung the bag with the cologne back and forth. “Me too!”, his heart skipped a beat at the smile you sent him. Then the bell by the door rang, announcing the arrival of a new customer. Your eyes left his for a moment as you greeted the old women that had arrived.
When you looked back at him he asked, “I’ll see you there then?”.
“Yes!”, your smile widened.
Tom was two beers deep when he saw you walking into Max’s flat with Amira and Sophie in tow. Harrison’s voice vanished into the background as a big smile blossomed on Tom’s face. He watched you from across the room, as you greeted some of your classmates. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He thought you looked so beautiful in your emerald dress. Then you turned your head, locking eyes with him in between the crowd of partygoers. It was like the entire world reduced to just the two of you. Just the two of you in this room, while the rest of the world faded away.
“Tom?”
The nudge he felt in his side, as Harrison called his name, brought him back to reality.
“Hm?”, he tore his eyes away from you, joining the conversation with his friends again.
“What do you think of that?”, Harrison asked, “Think of what?”, Tom questioned as his eyes trailed back to you, hoping to lock eyes with you again. He felt a wave of disappointment wash over him when he saw you’d turned your back, having a lively conversation with your friends.
Harrison followed Tom’s gaze and rolled his eyes, “Mate, are you seriously stillpining over y/n? It’s been like almost three months!”. Just as Tom was about to answer his best friend, he saw you excusing yourself from your friend group, making your way through the sweaty bodies, and into the kitchen.
“I’m gonna get another beer”, Tom didn’t answer his friend. “You still have half of your beer left?”, Harrison pointed out with a raised eyebrow. Giving Harrison a shrug, Tom chugged what was left of his beer, before shoving the empty bottle into the hands of a baffled Harrison, and slipping away towards the kitchen.
Your head cocked up from the concoction you were making, as you heard the creaking of the floorboard under Tom’s feet as he entered the kitchen.
“Fancy seeing you here”, Tom joked as he made his way over to where you stood by the kitchen island.
“Yeah, because I didn’t tell you I’d be here at all”, you quipped back flashing him a cheeky smile. His heart skip a beat again, like it always did when you smiled at him. It couldn’t be good for his health, but he’d take his chances at a heart attack any day over not seeing you smile again.
“Soo… whatcha making?”, he leaned in a little closer trying to get a better look at what you were pouring into your cup. You scrunched up your nose, oh my god Tom thought it was so cute, before you held up the bottle of tequila you had found in midst of the sea of bottles on the kitchen island.
“Tequila?”, you chuckled, “not sure what to mix it with though”, you said as you rummaged through the makeshift bar.
“Hmm…”, Tom hummed as he leaned over the island “what about… pineapple juice?”, he proposed picking up the carton of juice and presenting it like a waiter in a restaurant would present a fancy and expensive bottle of wine. The gesture earned him a small giggle – a giggle that made his already wide grin even wider.
“Pineapple juice? That’s what the chef’s recommending this evening?”, you asked as your fingers found your chin, stroking it like you were deep in thought, mulling this decision over in your head.
“Oh yes!”, he held the carton up to get a better look at the carton of juice. “This fine carton of Sainsbury’s 100% pure squeezed pineapple juice, not from concentrate, is the best of the best we have to offer this evening Miss y/n! You can’t make a better choice for your drink than this!”, he said confidently.
You nodded your head with a serious look on your face, fingers still stroking your chin. You were playing along to his silly bit. “Okay, you’ve sold me on the pineapple juice”, you decided, pushing your cup towards Tom.
“Excellent choice Miss! Say when”, he said as he started pouring your drink. “When”. You grabbed your cup, swirling the liquid around, before your brought it to your lips.
“So?”, he asked after you took your first sip.
“Honestly? Not bad at all”, you giggled.
“Oh thank god! Because suggesting pineapple juice was purely a shot in the dark”, Tom said as his right hand traveled to his forehead pretending to wipe the sweat of it, “no pun intended”. He earned himself another one of your cute giggles which prompted a proud feeling of accomplishment to settle in his stomach. He wanted to make you laugh like that for the rest of the night.
“What are you having then?”, you asked peeking over your cup at him.
“Would you find me boring if I told you I wanted to grab another beer?”, Tom asked.
“No, not at all!”, you answered back. “I just thought you weren’t like other girls”, you said with faked disappointment. “I thought maybe you were gonna make the weirdest drink I’d ever seen that would look super distrusting, but taste delicious or something”, you cheekily said.
“So sorry to disappoint”, Tom laughed as he grabbed a beer from the six pack on the kitchen counter. “I guess I’m just like other girls”, he shrugged as he took a sip of his beer. It was a little warm, but right now he couldn’t care less.
“Bummer…”, you sighed, “here I though you were more than just a pretty face”. Just as the words left your mouth you took a sip of your drink. As if the words you’d just uttered weren’t supposed to be said out loud and instead could be taken back and swallowed down, mixed with tequila and pineapple juice.
“A pretty face huh? Are you flirting with me y/n?”, Tom teasingly bumped his shoulder against yours.
“Oh, that’s classified information I’m afraid. So, I can neither confirm nor deny those claims”, you giggled.
“Ah man… classified information huh?”, Tom sighed, “that’s a bummer because if you were flirting with me y/n, then I would tell you how beautiful I think you look right now in your dress, and how I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you ever since you walked in here”. Your eyes widened at Tom’s words while a shy smile appeared on your face. “That is, if you were flirting with me of course”, Tom added. Your smile grew wider as you answered him back, “Of course”.
The rest of the party you two never left the kitchen – staying there talking the whole time. Tom didn’t see his friends for the rest of the night, and neither did you. You were so easy to talk to. You laughed at all his stupid jokes, and you played along to his silly bits. When he was talking to you it was like time stood still – it was just the two of you in this world. The two of you illuminated by the dim yellow kitchen light. A light that maybe would be harsh and unflattering under normal circumstances, but right now cast a soft glow over your face – making you look so pretty that Tom was thinking that his knees surely would buck under from his weight any minute now.
“Oh my god! Is that really the time?”, you suddenly said cutting yourself off mid-sentence. You were in the middle of telling him about the plot to your favourite film just as your eyes had flickered to the oven behind him showing the time. Your sudden new interest in the oven behind him made Tom turn his head too. How could it be past 2am already?It felt like you’ve only been talking for an hour at most!
“Maybe I should start to head home?”, you said. “I could walk you home if you want?”, Tom posed – not ready to say goodbye to you just yet.
You nodded your head as a shy smile ghosted over your lips, “I would really like that”.
With your hand in his you dragged Tom towards the hall and the door. Trainers, boots, and high heels haphazardly covered the floor of the hall – flooding it with shoes. You giggled as you carefully tried to step over the shoes, making your way towards the door while looking for your own shoes. Tom followed your steps, treading carefully in the gaps you’d made. Suddenly, you tripped over a pair of docs. Tom reacted quickly, clutching your hand tighter as he pulled you towards his body, catching your fall. Being so close to you, he caught a whiff of your perfume and floral notes filled the air with sweetness.
“Thanks”, you looked up at him as you let out a shy giggle. Your hand came to rest on his chest – steadying yourself. Inside Tom beamed at the touch, while he hoped you couldn’t feel how quick his heart was beating through his chest from being this close to you.
“No problem, darling”, his tongue grazed the front of his teeth as he teasingly added, “I just didn’t think you would fall for me this quickly”. You rolled your eyes at his words as you let out another one of your cute giggles.
“That’s a smooth one–“, you said with a hint of teasing sarcasm in your voice, “almost sounds like you rehearsed it”, you raised a questioning eyebrow as you patted his chest.
“Maybe I did?”, Tom nonchalantly shrugged, “Or maybe I’m serving you the best of the best pick-up lines this drunk nogging can produce at 2am?”, he pointed a finger at his head while a cheeky grin was spread on his face.
“The best of the best, huh?”, you played along. Tom nodded his head, the grin never leaving his face, “It doesn’t get any better than this, darling!”. You giggled again as you shook your head at his attempt at flirting with you. Then you stepped away from him, your eyes searching for your shoes. You both put your shoes and coats on in silence, only the voices from the other partygoers speaking over the music filled the space between you.
“Ready?”, Tom asked after he’d watched you twist your scarf twice around your head. You looked at him with soft eyes as you nodded your head, “Yes”. Then you two were swiftly out the door, walking together into the December night. A French exit. An Irish goodbye.
When Tom woke up the morning after a grin was permanently glued to his lips. Like a supercut, images of the night before, of you, flooded his mind. How his heart had skipped a beat the first time he laid his eyes on you. How pretty he thought you’d looked in your emerald dress. How your eyes would shine as you giggled at his stupid jokes. And how your eyes would glimmer when you talked about the things you loved. Oh, how he wanted to be something you loved.
When he walked home to his and Harrison’s flat, after walking you home, he’d felt like he was walking on pink clouds. You had been everything he wished you’d be and more. Was it too soon to think that he loved you? Of course it is! What’s going on with him? Who are you turning him into? He didn’t even know you – but he felt like he did. He felt like you’d known each other for years, you were so easy to talk to. Maybe he did love you. What he did know for sure though, was that he was falling for you fast. He was falling for you embarrassinglyfast!
“What happened to you yesterday man? I didn’t see you at all at the party”, Harrison’s voice brought Tom out of his daydream and back to reality. Standing from their sofa, where he’d spent the majority of his Saturday morning, he followed Harrison into their kitchen, pondering over what to tell his best friend.
Harrison was in the middle of making himself a cup of tea as Tom blurted out: “Ehm… I kind of ended up talking to y/n the whole night”, a hand came up to rub the back of his neck, “and then I walked her home”, Tom had a hard time fighting the smile tugging on his lips.
Stopping mid tea making, Harrison turned around with a cheeky grin on his face. “Walked her home you say? Spill!”, he said – one eyebrow raised.
“Mate, it wasn’t like that… I didn’t hook up with her. We talked, we flirted, and then I walked her home and came back here”
Harrison was confused now. His eyebrows were knotted together, and his thoughts spinning around in his head. “Wait? You didn’thook up with her? I though you liked her? You literally haven’t shut up about her for months!”
“Ido really like her! And that’s why I didn’t hook up with her– I didn’t want it to be just a one night stand… I want there to be more– and especially after talking to her last night”, and then Tom launched into one of his many speeches Harrison’s had already heard about you.
“Oh god… please make it stop!”, Harrison groaned. “You’re so whipped for this girl! You’re like a teenage girl, you know that mate? Do you write about how she rocks your world in your diary too now?”, he teases.
“Fuck off, you div!”, Tom flips him off, “I thought you’d be happy for me man!”
Tom’s reaction and grumpy face earned him a full belly laugh from Harrison. After calming down a little, Harrison says, “Of course I’m happy for you mate! But mostly I’m happy for myself, because I really can’t listen to any more of your speeches about how much you like her, or I’ll jump off the roof!”
He hated to admit that Harrison was right – he did sound like a teenage girl. You had taken over his mind, turned his life upside down, made him lose his self-control. He wanted to tell the world about you. He wanted to tell everyone that’ll listen how breathtakingly amazing you really are.
He couldn’t wait to see you again in class come Monday.
Tom felt light as a feather as he stepped inside Professor Larsen’s auditorium 15 minutes early. He’d woken up to a clear blue sky with the promise of a rare sunny day in December. His body was buzzing with energy – never having been this excited for Professor Larsen’s three-hour lecture. Slowly making his way down the auditorium stairs he was searching for only one head of hair – yours. But to his disappointment he couldn’t find you. As he sat down in his regular seat behind where you used to sit, he tried to tell himself that you would be here. He was just early. Fishing out his phone from his winter jacket he started mindlessly scrolling – trying to take his mind of his nerves and the butterflies fluttering in his tummy.
“This seat taken?”, a voice said pulling him from his phone. He knew it was you, even before he teared his eyes from his phone, and meeting your kind gaze.
“No, not at all!”, Tom beamed, removing his jacket from the seat beside him.
“Thanks”, you mumbled as you sat down. He watched you in silence as you took of your winter coat and fished your laptop out of your tote bag. When you were settled you turned towards him. God, you looked so pretty.
“Hi”, you smiled.
“Hi”, Tom parroted.
“How are you?”, you asked him as you leaned back in your seat.
“Great, now that you’re here”, Tom answered. Playfully you rolled your eyes at his response.
“What?”, he teased.
“You’re such a flirt– do you know that?”, you giggled.
“Only to pretty ladies who helps me buy cologne and sits beside me in class”, Tom said as he placed his hand on the back of your auditorium chair. You rolled your eyes again while Tom tried to keep his cool as he watched you shift a little closer to him in your chair.
“So… how was your weekend?”, you asked – a hint of a mischievous glint in your eye.
“Oh, you know… I went to this party on Friday where I met this beautiful girl. She was wearing this emerald coloured dress and I couldn’t take my eyes off her the entire night. What about you? How was your weekend?”, he winked. Just as you opened your mouth to give him an answer, Professor Larson’s voice boomed throughout the auditorium: “Good Monday morning– let’s get started on our second to last lecture”.
As usual Tom had a hard time paying attention during Professor Larson’s lecturers – and especially today with how close you were sitting to him. He did try to pay attention – he really did. But every time he tried; his eyes would have a mind of their own wandering to you. He studied you from his seat. How you’d scrunch up your nose as you tried to keep up with what Professor Larson’s was saying, while writing out your notes in your spiral notebook. How you’d nod along every now and then to something your he said. And how you would press the end of your pen to your lips as you were deep in thought. Oh, howhe wished he was that pen–… okay, maybe Harrison was right. He waswhipped.
“Okay, that’s it for today everyone! I’ll see you all back here next Monday for our last class before the exam”, Professor Larson’s voice brought Tom back to reality.
“Do you want to go get a coffee?”, your soft voice asked him as you both packed away your stuff.
“I would love to go get a coffee!”, Tom beamed, standing from his seat throwing his backpack over his shoulder.
It was crazy how time flew when Tom was together with you. You had both agreed that the coffee they served in your uni’s canteen was, although cheap, painfully bad. And instead opted for a cute café a few minutes walk from campus. Tom had never been there before, but you insisted on it having the best coffee you’ve ever had, and how you thought it was the best place to study because of how quiet it was. And he had to admit: it was the best coffee he’s ever had, and if he ever needed a quiet place to study – he would probably want to go here.
One coffee turned to two coffees, and then two coffees turned to cups of tea while the short and sunny December day turned to evening. Sitting at a table by the window your conversation had died down a little, and a comfortable silence had wrapped itself around you like a warm blanket, as you watched stressed Londoner’s hurrying past the café window, carrying bags of Christmas shopping.
“Want to go for a walk?”, you asked when you’d both finished your cups of tea. You’d occupied the same table by the window for hours now.
Out on the street, outside the café, you had a bounce in your step. Above both your heads the street was illuminated by Christmas lights. They glowed like stars on a clear night sky, and the warm and soft light transformed Tom’s world into a glowing vignette, with you in the centre. Reaching out your hand and intertwining them with Tom’s, you dragged him through the streets of London. Together you walked around aimlessly for hours hand in hand – talking and messing around. But eventually all good things must come to an end.
Standing outside the door to your flat Tom thinks back to the last time he had stood right where he was standing right now. Back to Friday night when he’d walked you home. You’d been leaning your side against the door just like you were doing now. And your hands had been interlocked just like they were now. And Tom, he really hadn’t wanted to leave you – just like he didn’t want to leave you now.
“I had a really good time with you today y/n!”, Tom said shyly – breaking the silence. Your eyes were following his thumb rubbing softly over the back of your hand, as a smile tugged at your lips at his words. You looked up at him under fluttering eyelashes.
“I had a really good time with you today too Tom!”, you voice barely a whisper as you moved a little closer. The closer you got the louder and faster Tom felt his heart beating.
“Maybe we could do this again then?”, Tom asked as his eyes fell to your lips. He wanted to kiss you so bad. To feel your soft lips against his. To make you his, and for you to make him yours. He wanted to be yourman.
“I would really like that!”, you breathed out – your eyes flicking from his eyes to his mouth. Tom leaned in a little closer to your face, his lips hovering over yours. When you made no sign of moving away, he looked into your kind eyes and boldly asked, “can I kiss you?”.
Your signature wide smile blossomed on your face at his words and when you nodded your head your nose, cold from the December air, softly bumped into his. With your consent, Tom closed the space between you, and his lips touched yours. You leaned into his kiss and kissed him back, making his stomach burst with fluttering butterflies. Your lips tasted like green tea and Tom found himself craving more of your touch. His hand travelled to your waist, while his other cupped your cheek bringing you even closer to his body.
Running out of air, you both reluctantly broke the kiss. Your hands had found their way to his face, cupping it, while your forehead rested against his. “That was– “, Tom started before you cut him off.
“Kiss me again”, you whispered as you leaned in closer. There was nothing in this world he wanted to do more than to kiss you again. So, he did. He closed the space between you and captured your soft lips in another breathtaking kiss.
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