#peterr parkourr

[silkholland]

Summary: Running into your former best friend on your 25th birthday wasn’t in your celebration plans. What makes It even worse is that he doesn’t even seem to remember you or the reason you completely disappeared from his life. What is in your plans though, is to make him fall in love with you only to break him the way he broke you. There’s no way you could end up hurt again…right?

Pairings: Tom Holland x plus size! reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Chapter Warnings: language, angst, mentions of past ed and sh, nothing too descriptive, reader being dumb

A/N: So, this chapter kinda took on a mind of its own. I'm halfway through the next chapter but support would mean a lot. Please comment/reblog if you enjoy this story.

Chapter 8: Love On My Mind

There was a twinkle in your eyes as you gazed upon your phone, your fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard. A giggle bubbled from your throat at the words on the screen.

It had been nearly two weeks since you had run into Tom on your birthday. Your busy schedules made it nearly impossible to meet up again after your coffee date the morning after, but that didn’t stop you two from keeping in touch. You texted every day, multiple times a day. Sometimes at night you’d even FaceTime each other to tell the other about your highs and lows.

It felt easy with Tom. There was a gravitational pull towards him, as if you were both connected by one single string that had been frayed for far too long. The aggregation of sweet words, praises and jokes were like the hot glue your frayed rope so desperately needed to become whole again.

Another snicker snuck past your lips before it was rudely cut off by the pressure of fabric hitting your lips and nose. Your hands dropped your phone to grab the pillow as you looked up at the perpetrator.

“What the fuck, Kie?”

“Sorry, couldn’t handle the lovesick puppy look on your face anymore.”

Your mouth gaped open as you defensively uttered, “I’m not a—“

Your words caught in your throat as you stared back at her quirked eyebrow.

“I’m not in love. I’m just trying to make it realistic so it’s more impactful when I dump his ass,” you lied to both Kiara and yourself

“Whatever you say. Just don’t hate me when I say I told you so.”

You uncrossed your legs, lifting yourself up off the couch with a confident smile.

“You won’t, because I’m not falling for him. I just know him better than anyone so I know what will hurt him the most.”

“Do you though? Know him, that is? He could have changed after all these years.”

“I’m sorry, weren’t you the one singing a different tune just a few weeks ago?” You queried, unsure where her change of attitude came from.

“I’ve been trying to get more info from Lucas about him….ya know, to protect you. Lucas trusts the dude and I trust Lucas.”

“I can promise that as much as Lucas thinks he knows Tom, he doesn’t. Hell, i thought i knew Tom and then look at what he did,” you exasperated as you reminded yourself just how much someone could surprise you.

“He was a teenager, Y/N,” Kiara spoke softly as to not irritate you any further.

It didn’t work.

“Who the fuck are you?! One second you hate him and the next you’re defending him? I’m getting fucking whiplash, Kie.”

“I know, I know. I just…I don’t know…I don’t want anyone to get hurt here…” she trailed off, refusing to make eye contact with her best friend.

“But i deserved to get hurt? I deserved to tear apart every single aspect of myself for years, wondering what the fuck I could have possibly done to drive my only fucking friend away?!”

“N-no I…”

You didn’t let Kiara speak as you kept going, too occupied by the past running through your thoughts to focus on the present.

“You know what that did to me!! You know how much I struggled with food after that! How you and Lucia and my mom had to remove every sharp object from my room so I wouldn’t take it to my skin! And that was months after it happened. Months after the psychological and physical damage was already done! You don’t know what those first few days were like. You’ll never know because you’re the epitome of perfection!!” You bellowed, all of your pent up feelings finally flowing free like a bursting dam.

Kiara stared back at you, hurt evident in her chocolate brown orbs. “That’s not fair,” her voice came out shakily as her lip trembled.

You blinked away the droplets of tears, your eyes softening at the fragile state of your best friend. What the hell was wrong with you? She was just trying to help.

“Kie, I’m sorry…i just…i don’t…”

With a meager grin stretched across her saddened expression, she nodded. “I know. But…and don’t get defensive,” she began with her hands up to stop whatever onslaught of excuses you were ready to give. “Have you ever thought about just telling him how much he fucked up and hurt you?”

You sighed, your matte black nails pinching the bridge of your nose to keep yourself together. “There’s just one little problem, Kiara. He doesn’t remember who the fuck I am.”

“And you’re sure about that?” She quirked her eyebrow.

“He wouldn’t have slept with me if he knew who I was…” you mumbled before realizing the key piece of information you shared that you had previously, purposefully, left out. Your eyes shot open at the same time as Kiara’s, two deers caught in headlights just staring at each other waiting for the other to make the first move.

Kiara guffawed, a wide grin plastered on her face as if she had just heard her middle school bully had herpes.

“You FUCKED him?!?”

You moved on autopilot, your hands hurriedly pressing to her glossy lips, as if that would somehow shove the words she just shouted back in. “Shh shh fuck shhh. I don’t need the entire neighborhood to know!”

So, maybe you had left a few details out in your retelling to Lucia and Kiara. They knew all they needed to know in your opinion - you and Tom talked all night, you made out, and he took your drunken ass home. There was no justifiable reason for them to know that in between making out, Tom had made you cum faster than your favorite vibrator ever had. There was no reason for him to know that either.

Kiara’s smug grin grew once your hands slowly retreated from her lips.

“I fucking knew it. You still like him.”

And just like that, things were okay between you two. You always knew it would be, your friendship standing the test of times and stupid, childish arguments.

“I was drunk, Kie. You can’t blame me for that. Plus, anyone can see that he’s an attractive guy.”

And he was. You’d had a crush on him all throughout your childhood but this Tom was different. He was more mature, more filled out, more like the man you always knew he’d grow up to be. It was hard not to be attracted to that.

Kiara rolled her eyes, not believing a single word out of your mouth.

“You do what you gotta do, Y/N. But next time you have sex, I expect all the juicy details.”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest defiantly. “There won’t be anymore sex. Just heartache,”

Kiara raised her eyebrow, a smirk lingering on her lips.

“For him! Not for me!” You let your arms fall to your sides, suddenly nervous to approach the next topic. “He did invite me to go costume shopping tonight…can you and Lucia come? Lucas too. We’ll probably all hang out on Halloween anyway and maybe we could do a group costume, I don’t know. Unless you and Lucas had a couples costume planned then I completely understand but—“ You hadn’t realized you were rambling until Kiara’s hands were resting on your shoulders, shaking you back to the present.

“Y/N, chill. We’ll go. Just tell me the time and I’ll text the others.”

You let out the breath you were unconsciously holding in in anticipation of her response, your shoulders sagging in relief.

“Thank you.”

“No problem. Now call up lover boy and tell him it’s a date,” Kiara winked.

She began walking away before you could comprehend her words, forcing you to yell out into your tiny two bedroom apartment. “It’s not a —“

Once again you were cut off by Kiara’s angelic yet overpowering tone, “It’s a date!” She shouted over her shoulder as she made her way into her bedroom.

The gaping expression plastered on your face didn’t disappear until a beep from your phone caught your attention.

‘6 o’clock, Spirit Halloween date. See you then.’ The text from Tom read. You read it over once, twice, three times before you mentally cursed Kiara and yourself. “Fuck, it is a date.”

Taglist:

@blindingdutchy @wayfaring----stranger @gh0stgurl @the-key-to-me-myself-and-i

#run far run fast #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x plussize!reader #peterr parkourr writes #peterr parkourr #tom holland x yn #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #plus size reader #tom holland series #tom holland fanfic

[tomdutch]

I actually ordered all of the comics on Amazon. Idk i just prefer to have comics in person rather than online. It isn’t cheap though haha.

Also, cracking up at “s stands for hollandussy” because i literally named my discord that!!

honestly valid i can’t read ebooks either i gotta have it in my hands 😭 i just went to see how much a volume costs and $40 🧍🏽‍♀️ do we have some millionaires among us… perhaps you’ve finally figured out how to bill tom for the psychic wounds of last year…

and lmaoooo @userholland rlly gave me the gift that keeps on giving with hollandussy bc it lives in my head rent free. she put her whole lizussy into it

#peterr parkourr #answered

[loveaffaire]

Hey babe, I’m so sorry you’re going through a rough time. Take each minute at a time. I know things are hard now but I hope they get better soon. Sending you tons of love and positive vibes. If you ever need to talk, I’m here.

Thank you so much for sending this in, I appreciate it a whole a lot🤍

#love you💗 #ivy answers #peterr parkourr

[userholland]

It’s okay because those same people that are complaining clearly just love Tom so much they wanna be just like him — illiterate.

the way it gives this energy 💀😭

#he's a delusion #baby he's not even here #peterr-parkourr

[goldenretriever-nicknelson]

buzzcut!Tom says he loves you

BUZZCUT!TOM MY BELOVED 😭😭😭 I love you too

#i love long curly haired Tom i do but buzzcut!tom hits different #katie answers #Peterr-parkourr

[t-lostinworlds]

Hey love, if it makes you feel any better i didn’t get my license until i was 25.

hey hun! and thank you <33 you're so sweet i adore you <3 but i'm not too fussed about it honestly i mean it would be nice to be able to drive but first i'd need a car but we only have a motorcycle atm and my dad would never let me drive it lmao. prolly for the best because i don't trust myself with it either ahahah it's too big and heavy. i'm pretty sure it would crush my 5'1 self at some point.

#i mean i'm decent at it #i tried to drive my friend's motorcycle and it was all good #a smaller one #but yeah in due time ahah #cars are hella expensive #even getting a license is expensive for me here lol #broke life #answered: peterr-parkourr #answered asks

[reawritesthings]

Your writing is both beautiful and heartbreaking. I’m gonna need at least 3-5 business days to recover.

i’m sorry!! hopefully this peter parker one could make up for it????

#peterr-parkourr

[refairy]

Hi! I just wanted to check in and say i hope you’re having a beautiful day.

cherie, you are an angel. my day has been really good, i hope urs is just as good. thank you sm, baby🥺🥰

#peterr-parkourr

[blissfulparker]

Stop, i can’t get over your theme. It’s so beautiful and aesthetically pleasing. And the “you’re safe here” makes me immediately go 🥺🥺

I’m trying to change it to a Halloween theme(I have a header with ghosts) but tumblr is not letting me😭 and thank you so much babe🥺💗

#peterr-parkourr #I DONT CARE IF ITS SEPTEMBER ITS HALLOWEEN TIME

[spidernerdsblog]

I hope you’re having a good day. That’s all 🖤

Yes its going good currently attending my online classes. Thank you hope you have a great day!! 💖💖💖

#asks #peterr-parkourr

[tomhollandfics]

First of all, thank you so much for taking the time to make all these lists!

As a bigger girl I allways feel left out in writings, so I would ask if you have any plussize recommendations and could make a plussize list? If not it is totally fine 😊

hey! so sorry for taking ages to respond - I've had your ask in my drafts for a while as I've been looking for plus size fics.

I really struggled with finding them - I don't know if that's because there isn't many or that they weren't necessarily labelled with a plus size tag etc.

IF ANYONE COULD SUGGEST MORE, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

I'm Sorry - @mrs-hollandstan

Run Far, Run Fast - @peterr-parkourr

Accident - @tomhollandisabae

Don't Listen To Them - @pleasantdreamqueen

Over And Over - @allmyspideys

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fic #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x you #plus size reader #tom holland x plus size! reader #plus size #anon #fic lists #fic search

[silkholland]

Summary: Running into your former best friend on your 25th birthday wasn’t in your celebration plans. What makes It even worse is that he doesn’t even seem to remember you or the reason you completely disappeared from his life. What is in your plans though, is to make him fall in love with you only to break him the way he broke you. There’s no way you could end up hurt again…right?

Pairings: Tom Holland x plus size! reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Chapter Warnings: cursing, slight angst, depression, low self-esteem, slow start

A/N: Here it is, the long awaited first chapter. I hope you guys like it and want to keep reading. Take a minute to reblog if you like it, it's really appreciated. If you'd like to be added to the taglist, just let me know. Enjoy.

Chapter 1: We’ll Be Ghosts

The first thing you noticed when your blurry eyes began to open was the harsh, rhythmic sound of your phone ringing. The second, and more enticing thing was the smell of freshly made eggs, accompanied by your roommate’s off-key voice.

“Happy Birthday, little lady!”

You groaned, slapping your hand on your phone to dull the ringing as you rolled over.

“Come on, before the food gets cold,” Kie grabbed at your blankets to pull you out of your bed but you refused to budge.

“As much as I love waking up to breakfast in bed….couldn’t you have waited a few more hours?” You grumbled as you finally relented, allowing her to pull the covers back as you sat up.

“There’s too much to do today, so get your ass up and let’s go!” Kie’s voice raised on her last words as she shoved the plate of eggs into your hand.

“I’m sorry, isn’t it my birthday? What are you in a rush for?,” your words were mumbled while you stuffed the surprisingly well cooked eggs into your mouth. Kiara never was much of a cook, in fact she spent most nights begging you to get take out even when you were just barely scraping by.

“Exactly, it’s your birthday and I wanna get the festivities started. So eat up, shower, and let’s get going. I need you to help me pick out an outfit for tonight. Lucia is meeting us there.” And with that your best friend leaves you to enjoy your eggs alone.

You grumble as you shovel another forkful into your mouth, pondering how you got stuck with such a bossy but caring best friend.

You met Kiara in your sophomore year of High School. You had moved midway through freshman year, but during that time you didn’t feel you could trust yourself to open up to anyone ever again. For that reason, you kept to yourself. You had planned to do the same in your sophomore year but Kiara had other plans.

“This seat taken?” You looked up to see one of most stunning, blinding smiles you had ever seen in your life beaming down at you. You were about to dismiss her, not wanting to begin any sort of friendship this soon, but she was much quicker than you.

“Good, I’m Kiara,” she spoke as she sat herself down right next to you. It took you a second to compose yourself before you peered back up at her nervously, “Y/N.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. You have math with Mr. Place, right?” She queried a she began to dig into her lunch - a plate of fries and a kiwi strawberry Snapple.

It would be easy to say from that moment you guys were inseparable, but that wouldn’t be the truth. Kiara worked hard to open you up from the shell you had created. After a month she introduced you to her other friend, Lucia. Lucia was a theater kid, which quickly explained why Kiara didn’t introduce you to her immediately. She knew she would have been way too much for you too soon. You expected both of them to look at you like you were a wounded puppy with how broken you felt, but they never did. They introduced you to the best places to go after school, the number one diner in the town, and invited you over for sleepovers every chance they could - it took you three months before you finally said yes to one. They slowly made you feel the way you did before you moved, before he broke you and your trust in others.

When you graduated, both you and Kiara decided to stay in town to attend community college. Lucia, the shining star that she was, went to NYU. Four years passed quickly and now here you were. Kiara and you decided to get an apartment right out of college, while Lucia decided to - with her family’s money- get a house nearby. You never spent more than two weeks apart and for that you were incredibly grateful. You finally allowed yourself to trust, to feel, to believe in humanity again. Yeah, that may seem dramatic, but it’s incredible the way just a few words can break you down so quickly.

You tilted your head slightly as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You spent the last few years building your confidence within yourself, but as you stared at your reflection in the mirror, doubt began to creep its way in. Dropping the towel to the floor, you turned your body slightly to get a different view, a deep frown set on your face. It took everything in you not to let the words fill your mind, ‘I’d never be caught dead at the pool with a whale’. You shook your head as if doing so would make the words and feelings tied along with them vanish. It’s your birthday, no time to dwell on the words of a stupid, teenage boy. Even if that boy was your best friend…and first love. Without a second thought given to him, you quickly got dressed.

Strutting out of your room with a new sense of confidence, you grabbed the keys to your car and leaned against the counter. “Ready?”

Kiara turned around to look at you from her place in the kitchen, immediately wolf-whistling. “Well look at you, birthday girl. Dressing up for lil ol’ me?”

You glanced down at your attire - a graphic tee tied at the waist and a pair of black, ripped skinny jeans - then glanced back up at her with your eyebrow quirked. “Are we looking at the same person?” With a roll of her eyes, Kiara was out the door with you right behind her.

“What about this?” The modelesque brunette queried while holding up an obnoxiously neon pink tube dress.

“Lu, I love you, but I didn’t realize I was meeting with a pimp tonight.” Your eyes shuffled through the clothes on the rack, hoping to find something bigger than a size large.

“Nah, not a pimp, just Kiara’s new boy toy.” Lucia giggled to herself, trying to hide herself behind a flimsy shirt while Kiara playfully swatted her arm.

“For your information, he’s not my ‘boy toy.’ Lucas and I are very much in love.”

“Yeah, we know, Kie, we’ve seen all of your love all over instagram,” you opened your mouth wide and stuck your finger in repeatedly to simulate gagging. It was now your turn to dodge Kiara’s slap happy hands.

“You know what, maybe you do need a pimp. Maybe you wouldn’t be so bitchy if you finally got laid.” Kiara quirked her eyebrow at you before she busied herself with another rack of clothes.

Whether it was the obnoxiously bright fluorescent lighting of the store you were currently perusing, the loud pop music blasting over the speakers, or the words you wish weren’t ringing true, your head suddenly felt like it might explode.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you dismissed her with a wave of your hand, your legs dragging you towards another disappointing rack.

“Wait wait wait!! I think I found a wiiiinner!” Lucia’s voice raised a few octaves, her cheery demeanor soothing the tension but doing nothing to help the lawnmower in your head.

Your gaze lifted to find a red halter dress in her grasp. The length would hit you about mid thigh, the sequins shining so bright under the fluorescent bulbs that you could only imagine what it’d look like in the club. The fit would be tight, perfect to show off your curves and assets, extra emphasis on ass, while the front was ruched and flowing slightly. It would hide any insecurities you might have before you got a few drinks in you.

“It’s perfect.”

Taglist: @blindingdutchy @wayfaring----stranger @rosyparkers

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland x plus size! reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfic #peterr parkourr #peterr parkourr writes #pls rb this

[tomdutch]

“Tom put your dick on the phone” I’m DONE

omg always a pleasure when ppl discover my horny for tom tag 😭😭😭😭

#peterr parkourr #answered

[rogersevans]

What are your favourite fics? 😊

oohhh i love this question! love a bit of boasting about my favourite writers.

- papers : @alliewritesthings (not a biased opinion at all, I promise. but I just love al and she owes me big time for making me wait this long for the next chapter, no matter how many times I've asked)

- arranged : @time-for-a-lullaby (I meaannn if you haven't read it you need to, like right now, it has me melting every time)

- necessary arrangements : @stargazingfangirl18 (beautiful chaos, written perfectly!)

- honey, there is no right way : @bonky-n-steeb (this series is perfect for when I'm in my bucky moods, which is a lot of the time)

- the witness/warm, beating and frantic/a tender heart : @river-soul (all of her writing is amazing, but these are my faves)

- @angrythingstarlight's biker au's both the bucky and steve ones

- ticking clock & forever and ever more : @syntheticavenger (ticking clock is something that has become a part of me, sooo good)

and here are some of my favourite writers for good measure: @writing-for-marvel (I bloody love em), @wiypt-writes @overrwritten @pitifulbaby @peterr-parkourr @jtargaryen18 @kthynes (who doesn't love kay, like common), @before-we-get-started @heyhihellowhatsup0

[ethanesimp]

IN NEW YORK - P.P.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Summary: Peter Parker takes you on an adventure that changes your life. Only... he seems to forget about it the next day.

Warnings: Only swearing I think. 

Word Count: 3.4k

Peter Parker Masterlist // Taglist link in bio

Taglist: @peterr-parkourr @immrbrightsideeee​ @osterfieldshollandgirl​ (I’m tagging my bestie in this too, sorry C, ily <3)

(If anyone who is in my M​ åneskin taglist wants to be tagged on Peter Parker works as well pls let me know :))

A/N: Peter Parker will always be a comfort character so I wanted to repost this piece I wrote around March for my other blog @pparkersbitch​. Enjoy this while I finish writing part two of Ghosts :D This fic is just me self projecting on all the FOMO I’ve experienced throughout high school so... yeah!

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Desire.

Everything started with a desire.

It was such a strong feeling that ate at Y/N’s insides every second of every monotonous day she lived. It was perhaps a dramatic way of thinking —well, not perhaps, it was—. Ever since she could remember, Y/N had poured her heart and soul into her schoolwork. Yet part of her still didn’t know why. Sure, she wanted to get into a nice college, maybe the college of her dreams, make her family proud. 

Now that she had been accepted into all her top colleges, Y/N lied down on her bed, earphones inside her ears as she listened to a playlist titled something along the lines of: ‘Songs that will make you feel like the main character.’ It hadn’t completely dawned on her that she had spent most of her High School years cooped up inside her room, or at the library at school and always refused to attend dances or parties until the whole admission process was done and there was nothing that’d keep her mind occupied.

She felt ridiculous, truly, but there was something about looking at a video of her ‘friends’ partying like they did every weekend that made her sad. She remembered when she was a child and she’d read all those books where characters had the experience of their lives at 16, a love story out of a movie, maybe an interesting quest that would ignite every single part of the character’s soul, and hers, with a newfound passion. The older she got, the more Y/N realized life wasn’t like that. No, life passed by her like a blur and she never got a good enough grip on it.

Even then, with that knowledge, the desire for an adventure was still present, burning away at her until she ended up crying because there must be something out there for her other than science decathlons and organizing school dances she never went to anyways. All her life, she had done nothing bad, she always listened, never snuck out, never had a boyfriend. It was the night of her 17th birthday when she finally got tired of that and showed the smallest sign of rebellion that her conscience would allow.

She got up from her bed all of a sudden and opened the door to her bedroom. Her parents were supposed to be asleep already, they had gone to bed right after she opened the last present and ate her cake. Once she made sure they were, in fact, asleep, Y/N returned to her bedroom and pulled the curtain open. She looked out the window and a sigh escaped past her lips when her eyes landed on the Stark Tower. 

When she was a child, Y/N had been on the brink of death during the attack on New York. Natasha Romanoff had saved her and ever since Natasha and every other superhero sat at a very high pedestal inside Y/N’s mind. She had been one of the people who protested after the Lagos accident against everyone who wanted to put Wanda Maximoff in jail. Most of her family was anti-superhero. She never got to understand why, but she never hesitated to get into an argument every single time her father would call Spider-Man a menace, or the Hulk a threat to society. 

She had wished for so long to be blessed by a magical force and one day get to wake up with superhuman abilities. It never happened. She sighed once again and shook her head. Y/N had no idea why, but she needed to get out of her home and have an adventurous night. It was a rather stupid idea, Y/N wouldn’t deny it, but she ignored that. She walked over to her closet and took out one of her warmest sweaters. She slid it on along with a beanie to cover her head. It was a cold night and she didn’t want to freeze to death. Y/N knew she’d most likely walk to Delmar’s Deli, buy some treats and then walk right back home to read comics or watch a Star Wars movie. That counted as an adventure, right?

She walked out of the apartment through the front door and locked it. Y/N was surprised to find Peter Parker, the guy who lived in the apartment next to hers and the guy she had had a crush on ever since the start of middle school, sitting down on the stairs all by himself. 

It was almost midnight and it made Y/N wonder if maybe the brown-eyed boy was also silently hoping for an adventure. She cringed internally as long as the question popped up in her mind. She shook it away and walked down the stairs. She turned to Peter and said hello. His head shot up and his warm brown eyes met hers. Peter gave her a shy smile and said hey back. 

She was about to turn around and keep walking down the stairs when Peter’s voice stopped her mid-step, “Isn’t it a bit late to be going out?” A few seconds of silence passed until Peter’s eyes widened, “Shit, I don’t mean to sound like your father or anything I-I-it’s just not the safest thing.”

Y/N smiled and the corners of her eyes crinkled as she giggled at his panicked expression, “It’s alright, don’t worry. It’s probably a stupid idea anyway... I just wanted to get some candy from Mr Delmar’s. I-It’s not too far away and I’ve got some pepper spray so…I’ll be fine.”

“I can go with you,” Peter blurted out. Y/N’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. She hadn’t exchanged more than a few words here and there during decathlon practice, so it was just a bit surprising.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to sound like a creep or to make you uncomfortable,” Peter spoke as he scratched the back of his neck, “I just… I kind of need some air. That’s really the only reason I’m sitting on these uncomfortable stairs, just need to clear my mind.”

Y/N nodded, “It’s totally fine, I’m serious. C’mon, let’s go, I don’t want Mrs Parker shouting at me because I brought her nephew home late,” She joked. Peter chuckled and got up. If he thought her joke had been out of place or not funny at all, he didn’t say it and Y/N was grateful for that. 

They walked down the empty stairs and out of the apartment complex. The cold air instantly came in contact with both their faces. Peter hugged his jacket closer to his body and accommodated his scarf. 

As they walked down the street to Delmar’s, Y/N couldn’t help but silently admire Peter. He was ridiculously cute and probably taken. As far as she knew, he had been dating Michelle Jones ever since their trip to Europe, something she didn’t go to either. She was too busy spending her summer doing an internship at Oscorp. It had looked amazing on her college application, but part of her still regretted it just a bit.

The tip of his nose, as well as his cheeks, had turned a rosy tint after being exposed to the cold temperature. Peter eventually turned to look at Y/N and she had to pretend she was staring ahead instead of directly at his freckled cheeks and nose. 

“We missed you at Betty’s last week,” He commented and slipped his hands inside the pockets of his jeans. As far as Y/N knew, Peter was also someone who’d turn down invitations to parties and dances because he was too focused on his Stark Internship, but even then, he still made some time in his busy schedule to go to the parties the decathlon team organized once a month.

Y/N smiled softly and nodded, “I saw the stories, I bet it was a fun time. I hope I can go to the next one though.”

Peter leaned his head to the side slightly, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at a decathlon party.”

She shrugged her shoulders and opened the door to the deli, which he kept open until both were inside, “I’ve just been concentrating on college stuff. I-my parents and I wanted to submit everything as soon as early admissions were announced so that kinda took all my time away.”

Peter nodded along to her words. He was still waiting to do his admission process during winter break instead of the very beginning of senior year like she had. He wasn’t too big on the idea of going to college anyway.

“Hey, Mr Delmar!” Y/N greeted him once she had finished gathering all the candies she wanted. They were two packs of gummy worms and three of those small chocolate bunnies. She was about to reach into the pocket of her sweats for money when Mr Delmar stopped her.

“Don’t bother. It’s on the house, for the birthday girl,” Y/N shook her head as a way to say she didn’t mind paying, but he insisted so much she gave in. Y/N waited for Peter to pay for the bag of Doritos and Snickers bag he had picked. 

Once he did, they walked out after saying goodbye to Mr Delmar. The chilly air was biting at their skins as they stood in front of the deli. Peter quickly spoke up as he shut the glass door behind them, “Your birthday’s today?”

Y/N nodded, “Woah, well uh-happy birthday! I’m sorry for not-” She interrupted his apology.

“It’s okay. I don’t like making a big deal out of it so like not a lot of people know,” She explained as they made their way back to the apartment complex. Her eyes were glued to the floor as she kicked a pebble around.

“What did you do to celebrate?” Peter wondered. Y/N shrugged and opened the packet of gummy worms. She offered some to Peter. He grabbed one and popped it in his mouth.

She slid the other pack of gummy worms into the left pocket of her sweats, “Not much really. It’s a weekday so I just ate some cake with my parents and we built a Star Wars lego set. It was a Yoda one and it honestly looked creepy as fuck. His weird eyes will forever be in my nightmares,” Y/N laughed. She remembered seeing Peter wearing Star Wars merch when they were younger. She hoped he’d still be into it so she wouldn’t look too nerdy, not like she cared too much.

“Is it that one where he’s holding the lightsaber and it feels like his eyes are looking directly into your soul?” Y/N laughed even more as she nodded, “I had to turn it around so I wouldn’t have to look at it in the middle of the night.”

She felt herself relax more and more as Peter kept cracking jokes left and right. Y/N wasn’t much of a people person. Even if she was popular at school and people would wave when she passed by, it was strange for Y/N to have a conversation with someone who wasn’t her best friend Gwen, Mr Delmar or her parents. The fact that the cutest and smartest guy at Midtown was the one talking to her didn’t help much either.

Even if Y/N wouldn’t admit it, she felt disappointment course through her veins when they finally reached the apartment complex. She expected Peter to just say goodbye and go back to being formal acquaintances, but he didn’t, “Why don’t you let me show you something? I know you’ve said you don’t like making a big deal out of it but I think you’ll like it. You can consider it a gift of sorts.”

All he needed was a nod to drag Y/N to the last floor of the building. He opened the door to the rooftop and led them both outside. Y/N had never gone up to the rooftop before and she was in complete awe.

The city, especially the tower, looked beautiful from up there. It was chilly, but she’d ignore it to keep enjoying such a breathtaking view. Sure, the city was polluted and that was way more noticeable from there, but she loved it anyway. Even if it was just a simple rooftop in a not-so-big apartment complex, it still reminded Y/N of that one time when her parents took her to a castle-turned-museum during one of their trips.  

“It’s pretty right? It’s nothing too out of this world, but it does make you feel something doesn’t it?” She nodded and watched with wide eyes as Peter sat down on the very edge. He chuckled at her panicked expression, “Don’t worry about it. Your feet rest on the very top of the fire escape when you sit here, come on.”

She obeyed and sat next to him. It took her a few seconds to get comfortable, but once she did, Y/N appreciated the beautiful view once again.

Peter was the one to start talking as they ate everything they had gotten at Delmar’s. It was a fun and light conversation to be having. Peter would ask her funny questions from Star Wars to the slight obsession she admitted to having over Spider-Man. 

“No but seriously Y/N. Is there a reason why?” Peter asked, still curious to know why she had spent the last few minutes going on a rant about why the government and cops were idiots for not accepting superheroes when they clearly did all the job for them.

Y/N crumpled up the wrapping of the last chocolate bunny and slipped into the pocket of her sweater. She shrugged as she thought about what she’d answer, “I mean… let’s just say little me found herself in the middle of the chaos that was the battle of New York. I don’t know what would've happened if Natasha Romanoff hadn’t been there. It sucks that people don’t let them make mistakes just because they have abilities that we don’t, y’know? They already carry the weight of the world and we don’t need to put more pressure on them.”

He smiled at her words. Most people their age were pro-superhero, but he liked to hear her defend them with so much passion and strength. She was a very dedicated girl, faithful to her ideals, “I actually applied to be part of Mr Stark’s student program last year. I’ve always wanted to look at the tower from the inside, and meet Mr Stark too, of course, but mostly look at the tower.”

Peter’s eyebrows shot up as an idea manifested itself inside his brain. He honestly didn’t know why he said what he said next, but Y/N was grateful he did, “You know, fun thing… I work with Mr Stark and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind a visit.”

Her hands flew to her mouth as she processed Peter’s words, “We cannot sneak into the Stark tower at one in the morning on a Thursday,” She replied and Peter’s grin only grew. 

“I promise you won’t regret it. He is actually surprisingly chill and I promise you he won’t mind,” It was something that was miles away from both of their comfort zones, but while Peter couldn’t resist proposing the idea, Y/N had no strength to deny it.

—

That’s how they found themselves standing in the middle of Tony Stark’s kitchen as Y/N stared at everything from the modern tech around the room to the spoons in awe. She felt like she was in an amusement park when it was only a kitchen— Tony Stark’s kitchen, please. Peter didn’t look as amazed as Y/N was and she wondered how many times he’d had the chance to be in his house. From what he had told her, Tony had taken a liking to Peter out of sympathy after he got into a fight with one of Tony’s friends from Brooklyn.

When her attention went back to Peter, she noticed all the things he had placed in front of him. Y/N noticed the box of red velvet cake mix and she immediately started shaking her head while Peter started nodding.

At that very moment, she felt like they had been best friends for years instead of just getting to really know each other a few hours back. Y/N was having the time of her life because it truly felt like everything that was going on was nothing more than a beautiful dream. A dream that felt far too real. 

She gave in once more and helped him mix all the ingredients together. The best way to describe the whole thing was ‘messy’. As they discovered very early on in the process, both were shit cooks and Y/N was sure there’d be eggshells inside the cake because she had cracked it incorrectly and the dim light wasn’t helping her at all with getting all the tiny pieces out.

Once the cake was safely in the oven, Y/N clapped her hands once, proud that they had managed to turn on the oven without burning down the tower. She leaned back on the counter casually and let her hand massage her cheek, it was starting to hurt from all the smiling. 

“Hey uh, you’ve got something on your hair. Do you want me to take it out?” Her head shot up at her words and her hands subconsciously went to her hair to try and get it out. Even after a lot of tries, she still missed the spot.

Peter took a few steps towards her. At that point, they were so close that if she breathed just a tad bit deeper, then their chests would touch. He reached his hand off and got the small piece of eggshell that had managed to get stuck in her hair. 

His hand fell on her cheek and she smiled at him. Y/N didn’t know if he would’ve kissed her, or if Peter had just decided to put his hand on her cheek for a reason she couldn’t imagine, but she’d never be able to find out. The moment Peter seemed to get ready to do whatever he had planned in his mind, they both heard a voice that made them jump as far apart from the other as possible, “What the hell is going on here?”

There, in front of them, stood Tony Stark wearing slippers and a robe. Y/N’s eyes widened the moment she saw the man she admired so much standing right in front of them. She was ready to dig a hole that took her all the way to the other side of the earth if necessary, but the smile that broke on Tony’s face once his eyes fell on them calmed her down.

“Hey Mr Stark,” Peter awkwardly waved at Tony, “This is Y/N.”

Once Tony noticed Y/N, he walked up to her and firmly shook her hand, “Miss L/N, what an honor to meet you. I’ve read about your work on new clean energy sources and it’s admirable how you’ve achieved all this at such a young age.”

“Woah, the honor’s all mine Mr Stark. Thank you so much,” She croaked out. She’d never wash her hand again, ever. 

What happened next felt like a blur of moments glued together until nothing was too clear anymore. All she could remember was Tony taking a selfie with her after finding out it was her birthday, even if it was way past three in the morning and it wasn’t her birthday anymore. Then, once the cake was ready, the three of them sat down to eat it and then insult it because it undoubtedly tasted weird. Peter took her back home shortly after. 

When Y/N was woken up by her mother the next morning, she was more than convinced that the whole thing had been nothing but a fever dream of sorts until she unlocked her phone and saw her background. Shortly after taking the picture, she had set it as her new phone background. 

She was sure things would be different after that night, maybe she’d become Peter’s friend and they’d have more of those late night escapades again. Except… nothing changed. They fell right back into that routine of only nodding at each other whenever they began decathlon practice or saw the other while walking down the hall and no words were said about everything that happened that night and it secretly broke Y/N’s heart. 

Y/N expected that to be the end of her teenage adventure, she really did. That all changed the night she heard someone repeatedly knocking on her bedroom window.

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Hey, i hope you’re doing okay babe. I know giving advice about panic attacks and such isn’t really helpful, so just know you got a bunch of people that have your back.

Thank you 💗 I’m doing a little bit better this morning but yeah

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