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Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Synopsis: Tony finds out about your relationship with Peter and forces you to break up. You tell yourself what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, but it ends up hurting you

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Keeping things from your father wasn’t easy, but you’d managed to hide the fact you were dating Peter for exactly 78 days, four hours, and twelve minutes.

Kisses were exchanged in FRIDAY’s blind spots and you’d only hold hands out of sight or when you were alone. Your dad knew you and Peter were close friends, so he didn’t question the date nights, though he didn’t know they were dates, or the frequent trips to each other’s rooms. Being with Peter was amazing on its own, but keeping it a secret made it exhilarating. As much as you loved it, you knew your time as a secret couple wouldn’t last forever. The other Avengers were getting suspicious. There had been too many instances of you falling asleep on Peters shoulder during a movie or Peter mysteriously having lipstick on his lips for them not to notice. Despite their suspicions, no one said anything. 

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2 Hearts, 22 Calibers- Prologue (Mob! Tom x Reader)

Warnings: Angst, smut, mentions of violence, more angst and smut in future chapters, fluff??

Word Count: 3345

Summary: Despite discovering the new owner of the club you work at may have his own secrets hidden, the temptation to get closer to him outweighs your trepidation..

A/N:  I’m super excited for this series, guys! It’s so different, I’ve never done Mob! Tom before so I’m really hoping you guys enjoy it. I think I’ll stick with Monday posts for it since Mondays suck and we can use some fun to get us by lmao. I can’t wait to hear your thoughts, love you guys! (Gif is not mine, please DM Me for credit) XXXX, N

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In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter one rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peter’s greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

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“Married?” You squeaked as your eyes grazed over the words on the card a hundred times without retaining any of the information. As you momentarily forgot how to even read, you had to rely on the words coming out of Andy’s mouth.

“Yes, uh, married.” He awkwardly cleared his throat. “Dani and I are getting married over the summer.”

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I need help... 😩 I was reading a ff about #tomholland x reader.... And it's gone

Story is about Tom and his girlfriend who is sick with fever and sore throat, etc. With a press tour and one arm length distance.... What's the name of this oneshot? Thanks for your help

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Hello!! I am trying to find a Peter Parker fic if you guys could help me!!

It was about the reader kissing him because she was dared but she actually likes him but he doesn’t kiss back (because he was shocked) but later he goes to the reader and explain and they kiss.

please help me I am dying to read it again 😣

Hello! Here I am once again looking for a fic 😊 if you guys could help me, It’s about reader having a crush on Tom (tom is Cupid and reader is a worker or some like that) and she thinks he doesn’t like her because he always walks away and things like that but one day they have to work together and they talk and he asks her if she already met the love of her life and when she asks him he says I have or I know I have something like that. I’m sorry I know I don’t make sense but if this sounds familiar to anyone please help me 🙂❤️❤️

Hello! Here I am once again looking for a fic 😊 if you guys could help me, It’s about reader having a crush on Tom (tom is Cupid and reader is a worker or some like that) and she thinks he doesn’t like her because he always walks away and things like that but one day they have to work together and they talk and he asks her if she already met the love of her life and when she asks him he says I have or I know I have something like that. I’m sorry I know I don’t make sense but if this sounds familiar to anyone please help me 🙂❤️❤️

THIS IS EASILY ON MY TOP THREE OF FICS AND I HAVE READ A LOT!!! I’m thinking maybe doing a recommendation post.

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pairing; tom holland x reader (college au)

words: ~17k (another long one oooops)

Tom’s got a reputation– one that you want to steer away from.  When that doesn’t go as planned, you put rules in place.  how long do those last?

warnings: swearing, crude humor, a lil bit of blood, smut, 18+ please!!, injuries, drinking, drunken shenanigans, tipsy sex 

a/n: I had a good time writing this one!!  Enjoyyy!!

It’s a Friday night like any other.  You’ve finished your classes (which included two quizzes) and done a little homework so you can sleep in tomorrow, and now that it’s almost ten, you’re draped over your friend Lily’s bed, watching her braid Meg’s hair into two tight rows.

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Hey it’s been a while but I’m looking for a fic if someone could help me actually two:

1. The first one is about Tom and reader being exes but still sleep together and once Tom has to leave for filming he tells her that they should see other people, when he comes back he says something like “I thought that’s what you wanted” or something like that.

2. Is about reader staying with the boys on quarantine and the boys believe (from rumors) that reader is only around them for fame so they star to push her aside, and after the marvel quiz Tom does he goes looking for her and she tells him how she is feeling

If you could help me I would love you eternally 💕

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Fluff = ♡

Angst = ❆

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Forgive me (Fem!Reader) - ❆

Tom didn’t take his relationship with Y / n seriously, and now that she’s broken up with him, he’s more than sorry, and wants to make things right.

A chance (Actress!Reader)

Tom wants Y/n to give him a chance

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In love (Fem!Reader) - ♡

Harry has to put up with Tom and Y / n’s gummy relationship.

Yes, i’m jealous (Actress!Reader) - ♡

Tom is jealous of Y/n, and he doesn’t even try to hide it anymore.

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Yes, i’m jealous | Tom Holland

Sumarry – Tom is jealous of Y/n, and he doesn’t even try to hide it anymore.

Pairing – Tom Holland X Actress!Reader | Word Count – 662

A/N – I feel like this is really bad, forgive me. ♡ English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Please, no hate for any of the artists mentioned in the story, thank you.

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Tom and Y/n were transitioning live on Instagram, fans were asking a lot for it, and it finally happened.

They were sitting on Tom’s couch, Y/n was holding her cell phone at an angle that shows her and Tom, while Tom was with his head propped up on Y/n’s shoulder, fiddling with his cell phone.

“How long have you guys been dating?” Y/n read a fan’s question.

“Almost a year.” Tom responds by looking at Y/n and laughing passionately.

“Which is very surprising to know that Y/n has put up with Tom for so long.” Harry says from the other couch, whoever was watching the transition couldn’t see him but could hear him.

“It’s true, Harry thought for a long time that Tom had asked me to lie that I was dating him.” Y/n says laughing, and Harry laughs along.

“You were wrong” Tom says throwing a pillow at Harry who catches the pillow laughing.

“Really, she couldn’t put up with that lie for that long.” Harry says, and Y/n laughs even harder.

“Oh my God I love this three so much” A fan typed.

“Tom must suffer a lot with these two haha.” Another spoke.

“Suffers nothing, he’s lucky to have me and Y/n.” Harry says, as he’s been following the broadcast on his cell phone so he can read the comments.

“Oh that’s a good one ‘Y/n if you weren’t dating Tom, who would you be with?’” Harry says, and Tom looks seriously at Y/n’s cell phone.

“Well, I can’t imagine myself with anyone else so…” Y/n says, and gives Tom a kiss on the head, who closes his eyes receiving the affection.

“Well, that’s not what they think.” Harry laughing a lot, this catches Tom’s attention, who gets closer to the cell phone so he can read the comments.

Tom opens his mouth in shock at the comments.

“With Timothee Chalamet for sure”

“Timmyyyy”

“Timothee and Y/n perfect together, and only my opinion matters.”

“Why are they so supportive of you with him?” Tom whimpers, and Harry rolls his eyes at his brother’s drama.

“Don’t you remember Tom? Before you guys dated Timothee and Y/n were one of the most anticipated couples.” Harry says wiggling his eyebrows at Tom.

“I like to think that era didn’t exist.” Tom says crossing his arms.

“Oh there was, and I will always remind you of that.” Harry says laughing.

“Why would you do that?” Tom says in disbelief.

“It’s just some comments Tom, don’t be like that.” Y/n says stroking Tom’s hair.

“No, it’s not just 'Some Comments’ They prefer my girlfriend with someone else.” Tom says whimpering.

“It’s not just 'someone else’, it’s Timothee Chalamet Tom.” Harry says teasing his brother who looks at him in disbelief.

“Which side are you on?” Tom asks Harry.

“You’re not jealous are you Tom?” Y/n says, and kisses her boyfriend on the cheek.

“Yes I am” Tom replies with a frown, making Harry laugh as much as before, and the fans freak out over the whole thing.

“You don’t have to stay Tom, I love you” Y/n says, and Tom looks at Y/n with heart eyes.

“You know I love you more don’t you?” Tom says, and kisses Y/n’s cheek.

“My God Tom, you’re so in love.” Harry says pretending to be vomiting, and Tom sticks his tongue out at him.

“I need a relationship like this so badly.”

“Did that really happen?”

“We can love Timothee and Y/n’s friendship at the same time, love Tom’s relationship with Y/n, it’s okay guys.”

“I still prefer Timothee and Y/n, sorry Tom.” Harrison comments

“God, I need a drink.” Tom says getting up.

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Wicked Game ~ T.H

pairing: frat! Tom Holland x Reader

chapter three: slow and steady

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Tom saw you that Monday for your date, and again on Tuesday for early morning coffee. When you didn’t answer his texts the following Wednesday and Thursday, he called you. You were walking to class when you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket.

“Tom?” You laughed in surprise when you picked up the phone.

“Hi. Is it okay that I’m calling?”

“Yeah, of course. I just wasn’t expecting it. A boy hasn’t called me since like 6th grade. You know, back when that was still a normal thing to do.” You teased him.

“I know. I just wanted to hear your voice. I haven’t heard from you in a few days.” He replied and you could hear his smile through the phone.

“I know. I’m sorry. I had a lot of work to do this week. And I’m terrible at replying.”

“You know what I do when I have a lot of work?”

“What’s that?” You laughed, having a feeling you knew his answer.

“I don’t do it.” He replied, making you laugh even more.

“I don’t think I’ve ever gone to school without my homework done.” You told him as you played with the straps of your backpack.

“I don’t think I’ve ever gone to school with my homework done. Do you know any hot tutors who’d be willing to help me out?” He flirted through the phone.

“I don’t know.” You smiled coyly. “What’s your major again?”

Tom went silent on the other line and you stopped walking.

“Tom? What’s your major?“ You asked again.

“I have no idea.” He admitted. “Sports management I think?”

This time, you were the one who went silent. You slapped a hand over your mouth to try and muffle your laughter.

“Darling? You still there?”

“Sport’s management?” You asked. “What even is that?”

“I don’t know.” He playfully whined. “I just picked it because it had sports in the title.”

“Oh my God.” You laughed. “That’s so bad. That’s even worse than I thought.”

“All right, genius.” He teased. “What’s your major?”

“Biomedical engineering with a minor in women’s, gender and sexuality studies.”

“Wow. I knew like three of those words. Tops.”

“It’s exactly what it sounds like.” You explained. “It’s the combination of biology and engineering. I want to help improve medical equipment to advance healthcare treatment across the world.”

“Wow. I think all I could do with my degree is become a football coach.” Tom replied, making you laugh again. He grinned on the other side of the line, loving the way he could make you laugh.

“Hey, that’s still important.” You told him, making him smile even more.

“You’re so smart.” He sighed. “You’re like the smartest person I ever met.”

“Aw.” You smiled shyly. “Thanks.”

“I wish I was more like you. You have goals and ambitions. You want to help people. All I do is chug beer through my butt.”

“Do you actually do that?” You asked him. “Because you joke about it a lot. I’m starting to get suspicious.”

“I promise I don’t.” He chuckled. “Unless you would date a guy who would. Then I do. All the time. I’m doing in right now in fact.”

“You’re such an idiot.” You laughed, taking notice of the way he implied he wanted to be the kind of guy you’d date.

“Yeah. Hopefully not too much of an idiot to be with a biological-“

“Biomedical.” You corrected with a laugh.

“Right. Biomedical.” He smiled when he heard your laugh. “I hope I I’m not too much of an idiot for a biomedical engineer.”

“I don’t think you are.” You replied. You were outside your class now but you didn’t want to hang up. Tom was working up the courage to ask you to officially be his girlfriend and your last two answers made him feel like you’d say yes. Before he could say anything else, Brad came into his room.

“Dude. Does this look infected to you?” Brad asked as he lifted up his shirt.

“Gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Tom said quickly and threw his phone on the bed.

“Who was that?” Brad asked as he lowered his shirt.

“No one. It was just Y/n.”

“Bro.” Brad laughed in surprise. “Shark Week called you? This chick is like scary obsessed.”

“I know right? Who calls people anymore?” Tom forced a laugh as his eyes darted to the side.

“I feel bad for you, bro. You got the worst deal in this bet. Shark Week sounds horrible to deal with. How do you put up with her?” Brad asked as he leaned against Tom’s wall. Tom gulped and looked down at his phone. He really liked you, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit that.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I guess I just do.”

“Damn.” Brad shook his head. “So about my rash.”

Two weeks later

Since you were always busy during the week, Tom picked up the habit of meeting you after class to walk with you around campus. No matter what day it was or what time your classes got out, Tom was always there to walk with you. You thought he’d get bored of this after the first few days, but he was still there to greet you every day after two weeks.

“Damn. He let you out late today.” Tom said as you walked out of your building. He immediately took the books in your hands and carried them as he always did. His old fashioned chivalry was the last thing you expected from a frat boy, but you appreciated it nonetheless.

“It was my fault.” You told him. “We started talking about covalent bonds and I carried away.”

“Oh. Talking about covalent bonds with your professor, huh? Should I be jealous?” Tom teased as he walked beside you.

“Ew.” You laughed. “My professor is like 70. And he smells like moth balls.”

“Good. Because I can’t have him moving in on my girl.” He said and he shot you a wink. You looked down at the ground and turned your face a little so he wouldn’t see the childlike grin that broke out on your face.

“Oh, I’m your girl?” You raised your eyebrows. “But I’m not even wearing your weird little gray hat.”

“It’s blue today.” He playfully rolled his eyes and pointed to his hat. “Wow. I spent all day getting ready to see you and you don’t even notice my hat. That hurts, darling. That really hurts.”

“Well maybe I was busy looking at what’s beneath your hat.” You shrugged, trying your best to flirt back but you were slightly out of your element. Tom let out a loud gasp and looked around for who might be listening.

“My penis?” He whispered loudly and gave you a disapproving look.

“No!” You laughed and shoved him. “Not that far beneath your hat, dummy.”

“Oh, I see.” Tom nodded. “You were talking about my incredibly handsome face, weren’t you?”

“Actually I was talking about your receding hair line. But face is close enough.” You replied with a sweet smile. Tom’s jaw dropped at your insult and he shoved you back.

“Wow.” He laughed. “You are evil, my darling. You look like a daydream but you are a nightmare. This is the last time I walk you to class.”

“I actually wanted to talk to you about that. As much as I love having you walk me to my classes, and I do, don’t you have any classes you should be attending?”

“I don’t really go to class.” Tom shrugged.

“You don’t? Then what do you do all day?”

“Wait for you.” He said like it was obvious. He was the first guy to treat you this way. You thought boys like him, boys who always knew what to say to make you smile, only existed in the movies. Something about him felt too good to be true, and you worried he was exactly that. Even if that was the case, you decided to enjoy it while it lasted.

“Well I appreciate that. Thanks for walking me to class. And for always carrying my books. I’m kinda a sucker for old fashioned gestures.”

“What do you mean by old fashioned?”

“You know. Like what guys used to do in the olden days. Carry a girls books, bring her flowers, open the door for her, ask her to go steady. Things like that.”

“What exactly does it mean to “go steady” with someone?” Tom chuckled. “I’ve always wondered.”

“It means you’re both agreeing to commit to a serious relationship.” You explained. “You’re in it for the long game. You don’t see other people. You don’t play games. You just have a consistent, steady relationship.”

“Good to know.” He smiled. “And just so you know, I’m totally gonna bring you flowers one day. Because now I know that’s the way to your heart. I’m gonna bring you so many flowers that your room gets infested with bees.”

“I love bees.” You smiled.

“I know you do. You told me that on our first date. You said you loved them ever since you were a kid because you went on a field trip to a bee colony and found out that they made honey. And you loved honey. So by association, you loved bees.”

“I forgot I told you that.” You smiled softly. “You’re a good listener.”

“I’m a terrible listener, darling.” He admitted. “I just really like you.”

Your hands had been bumping against each other’s the entire walk and this time, he slipped his hand into yours. You bit back a smile as you walked in comfortable silence towards your next class. When you got there, you felt more disappointed than usual that your time together was ending.

“This is me.” You sighed and looked at the building.

“This is you?” Tom frowned and looked at the building. “And here I was thinking you were this pretty girl. Turns out you’re an old brick building.”

“I honestly think that was the worst joke I’ve ever heard.” You grimaced and took a step closer to him.

“It made you smile though. I consider that a win.” He smiled as he closed the gap even more.

“I wasn’t smiling. I was cringing.” You teased him and he cupped your face in his hands.

“Yeah? Well you still looked pretty doing it.” He said before connecting your lips in a kiss. You smiled against his lips, still not fully believing that this was your reality. A frat boy was the last kind of guy you ever imagined you’d be interested in, but here you were.

“I get out at 3:20.” You told him once you pulled away. “Do you want to hang out after?”

“Will I get to kiss you some more if I say yes?“ He asked as he played with your fingers.

“You might.”

“Then it’s a date.” He grinned and leaned in to kiss you again.

“Great. So I’ll meet you after class and then we can go to your house.” You suggested, making Tom’s smile fall. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea of bringing you around his frat brothers. Any one of them could slip up and tell you about the bet before Tom got a chance to.

“Do you mind if we go to your dorm instead? The frat house is being fumigated.” Tom lied and felt guilty about doing it.

“Again?” Your eye widened. “But sure. Peyton’s home for the weekend anyway. We’d have the place to ourselves.”

“Woah woah, wait. Peyton’s gone all weekend?” He smirked. “You know pretty girl, I hate to think of you in your dorm all alone. What if one of those giant campus rats come to attack you?”

“I’ll be okay. Maybe it’ll be the kind of rat that can cook.”

“What?” Tom frowned. “What kind is that?”

“What? You haven’t seen Ratatouille?”

Tom shook his head and your eyes winded in surprised.

“We’re watching it. It’s settled.”

“But I thought we were gonna watch Scott Pilgrim vs. The World to see our favorite manic pixie dream girl.” He reminded you.

“We can watch both. Make a night of it.” You suggested, making Tom’s excitement grow.

“Okay. Sounds good to me, darling.” He smiled and took his hat off his head. He placed it on top of your head and you gave him a confused look.

“There. Just in case anymore professors try and steal you from me.” He teased as he fixed the hat.

“Good call.” You laughed. You waved goodbye to him and started walking towards your class, unable to fight the smile on your face.

When Tom met you outside your class later that day, he noticed you were still wearing his hat. He broke out into a grin at the sight of you in it. It wasn’t much, but it meant you were as invested in this thing as he was.

“You’re still wearing my hat!” He smiled as you walked up to him. He ran the rest of the way and scooped you up in a tight hug to greet you.

“Put me down.” You laughed. “You’re like a hyperactive golden retriever sometimes, I swear.”

“That describes me so well.” He said as he put you down. “You’re so smart. What’s your GPA again?”

“4.4.” You smiled shyly. Tom’s eyes widened and he bent over to process that information. He wrapped an arm around you infe he stood back up and started walking towards your dorm.

“Yo, my girl has a 4.4 GPA.” Tom bragged to a stranger you passed on the sidewalk.

“Stop it. It’s not that big of a deal.” You laughed shyly as he continued to tell more people you walked by.

“It’s a huge deal. Oh my God. You’re incredible, darling. My GPA is probably like a 1.8.”

“Because you don’t go to class.” You reminded him. “Or do homework.”

“Because that stuff is boring.” He whined.

“Then why did you come to college?”

“For the parties. Duh.” Tom smirked at you and pulled you closer. “Now come on. I wanna see this rat who can cook.”

You intertwined your fingers with the hand he had around your shoulders and led him to your dorm. Tom had been living in the frat house since he was a freshman, so he hadn’t been inside the dorms before. He looked around as if he was in a museum as you led him through the halls. You were both very aware of the many stares you got as you walked down the hallway. Seeing you with a frat boy was the last thing anyone in your dorm expected.

“So what’s first on the agenda? Rata booyah?” Tom asked as he sat on your bed.

“It’s Ratatouille.” You laughed. “And we can start that now if you want.”

“If I want? That sounds like there are other options.” Tom smirked as you sat beside him.

“Maybe there are.” You shrugged as you avoided eye contact with him. Tom sensed your nerves and gently placed his hand on your knee.

“We don’t have to do anything. We can just put on the movie.” He said in a soft tone. You gave him an appreciative smile and put your hand on top of his. You stared at his face for a moment and decided to seize the moment.

“Yeah. Let’s just put on the movie.” You said as you leaned in to kiss him. Tom was quick to kiss you back as he cupped your face with his hands. The hat he’d put on your head fell to the floor as he laid you down on the bed. You tangled your fingers in his hair as you kissed him, something you’d been wanting to do again since the night of the party. His fingers unbuttoned the buttons of your cardigan and you felt his hand slip underneath your shirt. It was new, but you welcomed it. You slipped your hands under his jersey and scratched down his back, making him groan in your mouth. Tom began to trail kisses down your neck and just as he was about to unbutton your pants, you sat up.

“Wait.” You grabbed his hand and held it back as you struggled to catch your breath. Tom immediately retracted his hands and scooted back to give you some space.

“Sorry. Can we just…” You trailed off, unsure of how to explain yourself. You hugged your cardigan tighter around your body and drew your legs closer to yourself.

“You need to stop apologizing, darling.” Tom said softly as he rubbed your knee.

“I know. I just didn’t want you to be disappointed if you just came here to….you know.”

“I actually came here because I was promised to see a rat who can cook?” Tom said as he scratched the back of his head. “I’m not really sure when he’d be arriving? I was just kinda promised there would be a cooking rat and I have yet to see him. I was honestly thinking about him the entire time we were making out and I’d just really like to see him, please.”

“Tom.” You laughed and covered your face in embarrassment.

“I’m serious.” He insisted. “It’s kinda rude to wave this magical cooking rat in my face and then not show him to me.”

You laughed again and felt all the tension leave your body. Tom noticed you relaxing and let out a content sigh.

“You always know what to say.” You said once your laughter died down.

“I don’t. I just say the dumbest thing I can think of and hope it makes you smile. Because no offense, you have a really beautiful smile. Best I’ve ever seen, really.”

You broke into a smile and shook your head at him. He could he unbelievably sweet when he wanted to be, and you loved every minute of it.

“All right. I’ll show you the rat. You earned it.” You sighed ostentatiously and grabbed your laptop. Tom crawled next to you in the bed but gave you some distance. You looked over your shoulder at him as an idea formed in your head. You sat up on your knees and situated yourself between his legs, wiggling your butt a little to make some more room for yourself. Tom blushed in surprised and wrapped his arms around you to get even closer. You placed the laptop on your tummy and hit play on the movie. You stayed in Tom’s arms until it was over and looked up at him when it was done.

“So what did you think?”

“It was good, yeah. It was good.” He nodded as he wiped his face with his hand.

“Are you crying?” You laughed and craned your neck to look at him.

“Are you judging me? That was a cinematic masterpiece. I never knew a rat could make me feel so much.”

“Here. Sorry I put you through that.” You chuckled and handed him a tissue from your nightstand.

“Don’t be sorry. I had a really good time.” He smiled down at you and hugged you closer to his body.

“So did I.” You sighed and relaxed against his chest. You stayed in his arms as the two of you talked until the sun began to set. You dragged your fingernails up and down his arm as you listened to him speak.

“Tell me something no one else knows about you.” You said as you looked up at him.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “Something real. Something like - like who’s your favorite Alvin and the chipmunk?”

“I don’t know.” He laughed. “The blue one.”

“The blue one? Simon?”

“I don’t know their names.” He whined. “It wasn’t very popular in England.”

You laughed again and pulled your laptop back onto your lap. You typed something into Google and showed Tom what came up.

“These are the chipmunks.” You said as you pointed to the screen. Tom frowned and pulled your laptop closer to get a better look.

“I kinda hate the green one.” He said after a minute. “Like, I want to see him die.”

“Tom.” You laughed and sat up to look at him.

“I’m just saying. Look at him. He’s horrible. I want to punt him across a football field.”

You laughed again and covered your face with your hand.

“Don’t cover up.” He whined. “I want to see your pretty face.”

He moved your hands away from your face and replaced them with his own. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and before you knew it, he was kissing you. It wasn’t like the kiss from before, though. It was slower and sweeter and caused butterflies to erupt in your chest. When you pulled away, you smiled shyly and rested your forehead against his.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” You asked as your fingers toyed with his sleeve.

“Sure. Anything.” Tom replied as his eyes gleamed with hope.

“Do you wear a jersey every day?”

“Not everyday. Sometimes I wear a hoodie when it’s cold.” Tom joked to hide the fact the he was disappointed. He thought you were going to ask him something deeper.

“Hm.” You folded your lips together and nodded as you eyed his jersey.

“Are you making fun of my attire? Because I can see penny loafers in your closet right now.” Tom said as he pointed to the open closet behind you.

“Don’t judge me.” You playfully gasped. “They’re comfortable.“

“So are jerseys.”

“How is this comfortable? It’s full of holes.” You pointed out as you tugged on his shirt. Your hands slid down a little and landed right on his bicep.

“Sorry.” You laughed nervously and took your hands away.

“It’s okay. You can touch if you want.” He said and flexed his muscles for you. You sucked in a short breath and put your hand back on his bicep. You gave it a squeeze and felt your mouth go dry.

“This is the most cliche thing I’ve ever taken part of.” You said as you continued to feel his muscle.

“Me too.” He laughed. “But I’m kinda into it.”

“Do you want to touch my arm?” You asked in your beta seductive voice. You pushed your cardigan off one shoulder to expose your arm, gasping ostentatiously as you did it. Tom laughed at your antics before jumping in with his own.

“Are you sure? It’s a little soon.” Tom played along and looked around for who might be listening.

“Shut up.” You playfully shoved him.

“You shut up.” He shoved you right back. He shoved a little too hard and you almost fell off the bed. He quickly caught you by the arms and pulled you closer to himself as you both laughed. When your laughter died down, you leaned in to kiss him again. You cupped his face with your hands this time and softly stroked his cheeks with your thumbs. When you pulled away, you kept his face between your hands.

“Can I ask you something else?”

“Is it about my cargo shorts?”

“No.” You laughed. “What are we? Like what do you think of us as?”

“Oh.” He smirked. “This conversation.“

“I know.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m just curious what you’re thinking. I mean, you walk me to and from class everyday. We talk on the phone all the time. We make out on the occasion. What does that make us?”

“What do you want it to make us?” Tom asked, just as nervous about this conversation as you were.

“What do you want it to make us?”

“I have an answer.” Tom told you. “But I’m worried that it’s not the same as your answer so I don’t want to say it.”

“That’s why I don’t want to say my answer.” You laughed and pointed to yourself.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll be the brave one here.” He sighed sarcastically and held up his hands.

“Okay. Do it.” You challenged him. Tom took both your hands in his and gave them a squeeze.

“My darling.” He began. “If it’s cool with you, would you do me the honor of going steady with me?”

You broke into a grin when you heard the way he phrased the question. He could’ve just asked you to be his girlfriend, but that wasn’t good enough. He had to remind you that he was the good listener you thought of him as.

“That’s cool with me.” You nodded and rested your forehead against his again.

“Cool.” He smiled shyly but was reeling with excitement on the inside. You sighed happily and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him even closer.

“Cool.”

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ohhh shit

Wicked Game ~ T.H

chapter five: the night we met

pairing: frat! Tom Holland x Reader

series masterlist

Two months into your relationship with Tom, life was good. The more time he spent out of the frat house, the more he forgot about the bet. There were times when he’d be hanging out with you and could imagine doing it for the rest of his life. He knew it wasn’t his decision to start talking to, but it was his decision to stay. He told himself that he started to feel guilty about lying to you. Sometimes it was enough to make the guilt go away, and sometimes it wasn’t.

Tensions were high in the house ever since the fight in the kitchen. Trent, Brad, and the boys on their side kept their distance from Tom and his brothers as the days went on. Tom tried to keep you out of the frat house as much as possible to limit your contact with any of his brothers. That wasn’t always possible since Harrison and Peyton were now dating. When they wanted to stay at your dorm, Tom had no choice but to take you to the frat house.

“Wow. It actually smells good in here for once.” You remarked as you stepped into the house. Tom sniffed the air and smelt baked goods, immediately growing suspicious.

“Is that you, T bag? We just made some wee-“ Harry stopped his sentence when he saw you standing next to Tom. He nervously looked down at the plate for brownies in his hand and threw on a smile.

“W-eally good brownies.” He said quickly. “W-eally, w-eally good. You guys should try some.”

“We’re good.” Tom said as he led you towards his room. He could hear Trent and Brad in the other room and gulped.

“These stairs are hazardous. You shouldn’t take the risk.” Tom said as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“Tom! This is so unnecessary.” You laughed as he ran up the stairs with you.

“Why? It’s an homage to the night we met.” He laughed nervously as he rushed past Trent’s door. He got to his own room and locked the door behind him before throwing you on his bed.

“Woo. That was fun.” Tom nodded too many times as he nervously looked at his door. Having you at the house when Trent and Brad were home was just begging for trouble.

“You’re so weird sometimes.” You laughed and gave him a strange look. Tom relaxed a little and got on the bed beside you.

“You think I’m weird? You read on trains instead of listening to music. That’s psychopath behavior.” He snorted as he laid his head in your lap.

“Oh, I’m the psychopath? Did you forget that one time I pulled your sheets back and found a full bowl of ramen in your bed? Full!”

“Look, we all make a bowl of ramen and forget about it. It happens to all of us. I don’t know why you can’t let that go.” Tom rolled his eyes at you, making you laugh. He looked up at you and smiled before getting comfortable in your lap.

“Can you play with my hair?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

“You’re the boyfriend. You should be playing with my hair.” You playfully reminded him.

“I like it when you do it.” He whined and nuzzled his face into your lap.

“Fine.” You sighed loudly and took his hat off his head. You began to run your hands through his hair, wrapping his curls around your fingers.

“Look at the stars. Look how they shine for you. And everything you do. Yeah, they were all yellow.” You sang softly as you continued to play with his hair. Tom sighed in content and shut his eyes as he let himself relax. He turned suddenly and looked up at you with a timid look on his face.

“What?” You asked him.

“Nothing.” He shrugged and looked away.

“If you want it, just ask.” You sighed playfully.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tom replied, and you could hear his smile.

“Sure you don’t.” You humored him as your moves your hand from his hair to his back. You lightly dug your fingernails into him as you scratched his back in the way he liked.

“Can you do under the shirt?” He whined a little and pressed his face into your lap. You laughed and slipped your hand under his t shirt to scratch his back.

“What? What’s funny?” He asked and he turned his body to look up at you.

“Nothing.” You smiled down at him. “You’re just clingy.”

“What?” He sat up in shock. “I am not.”

“You’re so clingy. You’re the clingiest person I know.“

“I’m not.” Tom pouted as he pulled you by your ankles so you were sitting between his legs.

“You are. And it’s okay that you are. I like it.” You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You do?” Tom asked with a hint of insecurity in his voice.

“I do. I kinda like that you’re an asshole to everyone but me.” You chuckled.

“Because nobody but you matters.” Tom said softly. Your grew and you tugged him closer by his shirt. Tom closed the gap the rest of the way and kissed you slowly. He leaned forward and gently laid you down on his bed without breaking the kiss. You slipped your hand back under his shirt and dragged your nails down his back, not being gentle this time. The kiss was interrupted by a loud knocking at Tom’s door. You jumped apart and gave each other a look as Brad came in.

“Everybody decent?” Brad asked. He had his hand over his eyes but was clearly looking his fingers.

“Yes.” Tom grumbled. “What do you want?”

“The boys and I were thinking of throwing a party tonight. You guys in?”

“Uh, I don’t know.” Tom said as he looked at you. “She has a test on Monday. I was gonna help her study.”

“Dude. It’s a Friday. You’re gonna miss out on a party to study?” Brad groaned and gave you an annoyed look. You gulped a little and faked a smile for Brad.

“It’s okay. I can study tomorrow. You guys should throw a party.” You assured them. Tom looked over at you and sighed. He could tell you didn’t actually want to go to the party and only agreed to appease Brad.

“Cool. Thanks Shark Week.” Brad gave you a thumbs up and left the room.

“What did he call me?” You laughed in confusion and looked at Tom.

“I don’t know. He’s always calling people random things.” Tom lied as his eyes darted to the side.

“Hm. What a weirdo.”

“Yep. Super weird guy.” Tom nodded too many times. “Are you sure about this party, love? Your final is on Monday.”

“I’m sure. I can always go home early. I don’t want you to change your lifestyle for me.” You told him with a hint of a sad smile.

“Okay. We can stay for as long as you want.” He told you as he rubbed your knee with his hand. You looked at his hand for a minute before slowly looking up into his eyes.

“When I leave, do you want to come home with me?” You asked as you put your hand on top of his.

“Okay.” Tom smiled. “Sure.”

“Peyton said she was staying here for the weekend.” You continued. “We’ll have my dorm to ourselves.”

“Ooo. Another movie marathon?” He asked, still not getting it.

“Yeah. We could put on a movie.” You said as you leaned closer to him. You kissed Tom slowly before pulling away.

“And then not watch the movie.” You spoke softly and looked at him through your eyelashes. Tom backed away a little as he realized what you were saying.

“You mean….”

“Yeah.” You smiled shyly. “I wanna go all the way with you.”

“Are you sure?” Tom asked as he felt his mouth go dry. It was what he wanted more than anything else in the world, but he had to prioritize your feelings over his own. He knew you were reserved about it in the past and wanted to make sure you came to this decision entirely on your own.

“I’m sure. I love you. And I want to do this with you.”

Tom felt the wind get knocked out of his chest when he heard you say this. His entire face heated up in a boyish blush as he smiled widely.

“You love me?” He laughed a little in disbelief as he took your hands in his.

“Surprise.” You laughed as well and pressed your forehead against his. Tom grinned and took your face between his hands. He kissed your lips before kissing your forehead, cheeks, and nose. You laughed in delight as he continued to kiss you all over your face.

“I love you too.” He said as he brushed his thumbs against your cheeks. No achievement he had ever met could compare to you telling him your loved him. He was beaming with excitement until he realized something.

“Oh shit.” He whispered.

“What?” You frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’ll be right back. Stay here. Love you.” He kissed you again and quickly ran out of the room. Tom went to Harrison’s room and shut the door behind him.

“Dude.” Tom whispered gravely. “Dude dude dude.”

“Dude. What’s up?” Harrison asked in concern.

“Dude, Y/n just told me she loves me.” Tom said, unable to fight the smile that appeared when he said it.

“Dude.” Harrison’s eyes widened.

“And she wants to have sex, dude.” Tom whispered. “Tonight. After the party.”

“Dude!” Harrison exclaimed. “You guys haven’t yet right?“

“No, dude. And she wants to tonight. Because she loves me. She freaking loves me.” Tom nearly screamed as he paced around Harrison’s room.

“This is good, right? It means you won the bet, dude.” Harrison said, making Tom stop in his tracks.

“No, dude.” Tom sighed. “This is horrible. It means I let this bet bullshit go on way too long.”

“Dude.” Harrison sighed. “It’s been months. You never told her about the bet?”

“How could I? The bet was the only reason I talked to her at the party that night, dude. It would crush her if she knew that.”

“What about all the times you’ve seen her since the party, dude? Wasn’t that for the bet?”

“No, dude. That was just because I liked her. I liked her right away. I forgot about the bet seconds into our first conversation. I’m so mad at myself right now, dude. I should’ve just told her. It’s way too late now.”

“Maybe she’ll find it funny.” Harrison shrugged weakly.

“Maybe. Or maybe I’ll break her heart.” Tom said, making the room go silent. The boys stared at each other in despair, both knowing Tom was right. Harrison saw Tom’s eyes tear up and walked over to him. He put his hands on Tom’s shoulder to make him look at him.

“Listen, dude. You need to tell her before someone else does. You know the guys are. Especially Brad and Trent. If those assholes find out you won the bet, they’re gonna make a huge deal about it. And she shouldn’t be there when they do.”

“Okay. Yeah. I gotta tell her.” Tom nodded in agreement. He went to leave the room but Harrison pulled him back.

“Dude, wait.”

“What, dude?“ Tom wondered.

“Somebody loves you, dude.” Harrison smiled proudly.

“I know.” Tom grinned. “She loves me. And I love her.”

Harrison hugged Tom tightly before sending him out of the room. Tom didn’t notice Brad standing outside Harrison’s door as he walked back to his own room.

“Hey, baby girl. Sorry about that. I had to

tell Harrison something.” Tom said as he shut his door behind him.

“Hey.” You smiled sympathetically at him. “I’m so sorry. I totally forgot that I’m supposed to tutor in the library today.”

“Oh, okay. Can we talk really quick first?” He asked, hoping to get the bet conversation out of the way as soon as possible.

“Can it wait until the party? I’m running late.” You said as you put your backpack on.

“Yeah. Sure. I’ll see you tonight.” Tom said as he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

“Bye. Love you.” You kissed him goodbye.

“I love you too.” He grinned. “Feels so good to say.”

You chuckled and kissed him again before leaving the room.

“Bye.” Brad waved to you as you passed him in the hallway.

“Bye.” You called back without checking to see who it was. Brad smirked to himself and went to go find Trent.

Later that nights you held Peyton’s hand as you stood outside the frat house. After telling her about the plan you and Tom made, she insisted on making you up. Instead of throwing you into one of her dresses, she let you wear what you wanted. You ended up in a ruffled red dress and a pair of heels lent to you by Peyton. Peyton gave your hand a squeeze and knocked on the door. Harry opened the door and smiled happily.

“Tom! Harrison! Your girlfriends are here.” Harry called behind him. He stepped back and held the door open for the two of you. You walked in and were immediately greeted by Tom and Harrison. Harrison picked Peyton up and spun her around as Tom kissed you hello.

“Woah. Why are you tall?” He walked once he set you down. You looked down at the same time and his eyes widened when he saw your high heels.

“I wanted to look good for you.” You smiled shyly. Tom returned the smile and took your chin between his fingers.

“You always look good to me, darling.” He said softly. Just as he was leaning in to kiss you, Harrison put his arms around both your shoulders.

“Come on losers. Let’s get drunk!” He shouted and shook you both. Peyton grabbed your hand and lead you to the kitchen to get some drinks. After taking a few shots, she wanted to dance. You looked over her shoulder from Tom as you danced with her in the living room.

“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go find Tom.” You shouted over the music. You left Peyton and walked through the house, suddenly feeling arms weak around you from behind.

“You left me.” Tom whined in your ear. You turned around in his arms and smiled at the sight of him.

“I’m sorry. I’m here now.” You told him as you rubbed your nose against his. Tom gave you a tipsy smile as he rested his forehead against yours.

“You’re so pretty. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” He said in his drunken state.

“You’re pretty too. Give me your hat.” You took his hat off his head and put it on your own.

“See? Logoless hats are catching on.” He grinned and leaned in to kiss both your cheeks. He was clingy when he was sober and even clingier when drunk.

“No. I’m just letting you mark your territory.” You teased him and adjusted the hat.

“Aw. I said that the night we met.” He realized and wrapped his arms tighter around your body. The house was packed from wall to wall with people, but it felt like it was just the two of you. You swayed to the music together in a slow dance, despite the fast paced beat of the song.

“Can you tell me you love me again?“ Tom smiled in his drunken state.

“I love you.” You shouted over the music. Tom threw his head back in glee before coming back to you.

“I love you too.” He grinned and kissed you all over your face. Brad was passing by and saw you and Tom wrapped around each other. He looked up and saw Trent near the front door. Trent nodded and left the house, and Brad knew what to do.

“All right, all right. We get it. You won the bet, Tom. You don’t have to rub it in our faces.” Brad said loudly as he patted Tom on the back. All the color drained from Tom’s face as your eyes lit up in surprise.

“You won a bet, babe?” You smiled proudly. “What was it?”

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some of you tom holland writers are brilliant.

i feel like if there’s any return of past spider-man, it’s probably only going to be tobey due to how it all went down with andrew (which makes me depressed as fuck)

if you’re too shy (let me know) (pp)

inspired by this euphoria scene. peter helps his longtime crush take nudes that are meant for someone else. angst, tension, thirdwheel!peter. [0.9k]

from fighting back against his long term bully, eugene ‘flash’ thompson, to taking down giant lizards, this was probably the most life threatening, hazardous situation peter has ever gotten himself into. he should honestly be dead by now considering how long he’s been holding his breath in for.

if you’re too shy (let me know) by the 1975 plays in the background while he makes this assumption, soothingly and absently, as if it’s mocking peter. he almost forgets his current position. almost. peter’s on his knees in front of your bed, watching, eyes glazed over, as you reposition yourself above him.

“i feel like that’s good.” you mumble, wrapping your hand around his own that was currently holding your phone at an upward angle. “does it look real? does it look like i’m taking it?” you smiled, eyes wide and still directed at the phone camera.

peter smiles back for a moment before realising that your smile, tight, with your pearly whites exposed, wasn’t for him. no, these were for someone peter didn’t even know the name of, he tries to remember if he even bothered asking.

“maybe try to loosen up a bit, but straighten up your posture, still.” peter tries to smirk, right corner of his lip forcibly pulled up into a desperate attempt at hiding what he truly felt. what he didn’t even know he felt.

there’s something about your stare that makes peter nervous and makes him say things that he doesn’t mean. like just now— you looked perfect and the mystery man on your phone would be lucky enough to even receive one of these photos in the first place.

peter tenses at the thought, god i sound like a simp. serves you right for agreeing to do this, he thinks.

“are you okay? your hand is like— really warm.” your eyes meet his. “no- yeah, yeah, yeah. that’s good. um, maybe tilt your head down a bit.” peter suggested, his other hand that wasn’t under yours motioning at his own chin.

you hummed, muttering a “good call, that angle probably wasn’t doing it for me.” while leaning your head down a bit, eyes meeting the phone lense once again.

peter wanted to say something along the lines of ‘no angle could possibly do that.’ or ‘every angle does it for you.’ but decided against it, considering the fact that you were probably already uncomfortable.

“make me look good.” you mumbled, biting your lips subtlety for the camera. “always.” peter scoffs jokingly, desperately trying to loosen up in his awkward position.

you were in your nicest bra, a baby pink victoria secret one that you contemplated buying for a while. the dainty undergarment had a small heart shaped golden charm tied into it that produced a soft and dreamy glare in front of the camera.

meeting your own eyes in your vanity mirror, the unease finally caught up to you. “this is a really bad angle for me.” “no it isn’t, shut up.” peter murmurs back but his eyes betray his unbothered façade, quickly lifting up to yours, ready to stop the second you get uncomfortable. “how do i turn on grids on this?” peter jokes, hoping to get to see your pretty smile again.

he gets what he wants because a second later you bark out a laugh. “grids? peter this isn’t vogue.” you grin, and the nerdy joke, peter decides, was 100% worth it when he looks up and realises that your gaze is on him.

it takes a moment for him to snakily retort back.

“okay, excuse me for not making this another one of your blurry, horizontal snapchats where you can barley see anything. i’m an artist, you know. i have to hold myself up to a standard. even if they are your nudes.” peter hopes that the lighthearted joke will throw you off on how rigid he was being, and if you hadn’t been throwing your head back laughing at his sarcasm, you would’ve noticed the deep flush in his cheeks.

“you’re such a dork.” you jabbed, lifting the corners of your lips while doing so. “the baby my neighbour paid me to shoot was a better model than you.” he retorts back. and for a while, it’s intimate, the situation. it’s almost something romantic, and peter thinks it’s worth being the third wheel to you and the mystery man on your phone if it means you’re going to smile and laugh at every one of his jokes and looks.

“do you want a couple with portrait mode on?” he jokes, for what he presumes is the forth time. god, parker, give it a rest, he thinks. finally lowering your phone and exiting the camera app. his repetition doesn’t stop you from giggling. “fuck off.”

he hands your phone to you and you move to lay on your stomach, while you scroll through the photos. “wait this one actually looks like i took it.” you look up at peter, grinning. “right?” he’s still on the floor, gaze dreamy, when he replies; “yeah.”

“these are amazing. thanks, pete.” you pick out your favourite one and send it to the mystery man before getting up to put your shirt back on, feeling peter’s eyes on you the whole time.

“are you checking me out?” you laugh, pulling your shirt over your head. the tension between you two materialising as heat in your cheeks.

peter scoffs, “you wish.” thanking god that your shirt was over your head to miss the fact that his eyes were momentarily bulging out of his head.

peter could get used to this, to you, and the sense of intimacy that was involved in being around you.

ding!

“peter, he replied!”

the new boy

paring : peter parke (tom holland) X male reader

genre : fluff

summary : Peter introduces the school to the new boy (you) and a friendship with something more begins to blossom.

You were slowly adapting to your new life since you moved with your mother and stepfather. Today was your first day in a new school, and while you were nervous, you were also excited to meet new people and make friends. As you entered the grounds of the school, a sweet-looking boy approached you.

He was smaller than you had imagined, wearing a shirt with a Star Wars design on it, he had brown hair, and seemed timid and kinda jittery, but in a cute way.

"Hey, uh... I just wanted to welcome you... I'm Peter... Peter Parker, and I've been here since first grade, and I'm considered a good student, so... they They I was asked to show you around and stuff..." he whispers "I'm really not sure what to say"

"Hey, eh… nice to meet you Peter, my name is Y/N… and as you probably know I… am new here…" you say with a brief smile.

Peter suddenly noticed he was lost in your smile. It was so radiant and expressive, like the light of the sun had been repressed and now radiating from your face. Peter was caught off-guard and blushed for a moment before becoming stunned, unable to avert his gaze. He was then able to recover himself and continue the conversation, avoiding the awkward moment.

"Well, uh... yeah, I guess I should introduce you to the school now, right?"

"Ah, yeah, sure, I would appreciate that." Peter nodded his head in affirmation "All right, follow me, I'll show you the classrooms and other areas of the school."

As you and Peter walked around the school, you had a blast chatting about all sorts of things you had in common. You discovered that both of you loved reading and collecting comic books about superheroes, building complex Lego sets and even playing similar video games.

You could feel a spark of friendship igniting between you, and it was so nice to have someone to talk to and forge bonds with over shared interests.

✁ ..time cut..

Finally, you two arrived at the end of the tour of the school. Peter had showed you all the classrooms, hallways and areas of the school. You realized that you two shared many interests and you were feeling more and more connected. It was now time for you to part ways, at least temporarily, since both of you had to head back to class.

“Well, I guess it's a temporary goodbye... I really enjoyed showing you around... and I really liked you... I mean... meeting you... sorry...” Peter says feeling his cheeks start to heat up "Okay that's cute" Peter squints his eyes and turns even redder than he was, you laugh a little at his reaction and then continue talking "I felt the same way, thank you for taking the time to do this” You say with a brief smile "You're welcome... well I should get to class. I hope to see you later!" Peter speaks with a small smile on his face.

Before parting ways with Peter, you quickly thought of something and called him. "Hey, hey, before we part ways, do you think we could go out to explore the city this weekend? I don't know much around here, so if you could go with me and show me some fun places... if you want, of course." Peter looked at you for a moment, seemingly a little surprised, then smiled and nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, sure, it's a great idea, I'd be happy to do that." Peter answered, with a big smile.

"Perfect," you say with a smile "Then... I guess I'll see you at lunch, right?" "Yeah, of course," Peter replies, nodding his head and giving a smile "I liked getting to know you Peter." You say with a smile "You're a cool guy." Peter felt a wave of warmth and happiness wash over his mind and heart "Ah, I..." he said, becoming even more flustered "I... I say the same, it was a pleasure getting to know you too, Y/N." Peter replied, smiling and unaware of just how red he was getting.

“See you at lunch, then," you say, glancing over your shoulder with a brief wave and turning to find your class. While Peter stands there, with an infatuated smile on his face, not realizing just how red he was getting.

It was certainly set to be more than just a great friendship between these two young boys.

ac : Sorry guys this was longer than I thought 😭😭 I hope you liked it ❤️‍🩹 who knows, we might have a second part of this story…