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Hired as Tom Holland's footslave

Content: Feet

You had been searching for a job in your area for some time. One day your best friend that heard about your job hunting called you to tell you that an actor sought a personal assistant. Not wanting to give out any more details, even after begging and asking for any additional information, you just went to the address that he gave you to meet your new employer for a job interview.

You stopped and gasped at the size of the huge mansion. Having checked the address to make sure you weren't at the wrong one, you hesitantly parked your car. You walked towards the door, rang the bell and the door opened and you were met with someone that you immediately recognized as a typical "butler". "Hello, are you Y/N? Your appearance matches the information we received." You nodded but then were confused. "Who sent my information? And why would this actor want a personal assistant when he already had a butler?", you thought as you followed this butler through the huge mansion.

After going up the stairs you started noticing a pungent smell of something that you couldn't describe. It was a mix of a cheese and vinegar. It didn't seem to bother the butler strangely enough. "You ready to meet your new boss?" You were interrupted by the butler who was looking at you. You replied with a simple "Yes." before the butler opened the door and waited for permission to enter. "Sir, your new "personal assistant" is here." He said with a slight amused tone towards the end of the sentence. He looked back at you and nodded, giving you permission to enter.

You entered the room and when you did this the butler stepped away and you audibly gasped as you stumbled back at the sight of the person that was going to be your new boss: it was Tom Holland. Not only this made you stumble, but the smell that was now 10 times more intense was making your head light-headed.

"Hello, this is perfect timing actually!" Tom said smiling with his British accent. He was exercising on a blue mat, with gym equipment scattered throughout the room.

You were still starstruck but after a few seconds you mentally slapped yourself awake. "H-hello Mr. Holland, i-it's a pleasure to meet y-you." Tom smiled as he stayed in the position while you 2 began having some small-talk.

"I can't believe I'll be a personal assistant to THE Tom Holland." You exclaimed after having become more comfortable by the talk you two were having. Tom and the butler who was still standing beside you exchanged a look before Tom looked back at you. A weird feeling filled your stomach. "You haven't received the details of the job you will be doing have you?" You became crimson red while shaking your head no. "U-uh, my friend just said it was an open position of a personal assistant..."

Tom started laughing. "You mean the same friend that told my butler you had a foot fetish?" Your breathing and heart started pounding as he said this. Why would he tell anyone about my fetish? Tom continued. "And I think you noticed the strong smell of feet when you entered the room. My feet have gone through a lot, especially since I just finished shooting my movie "No Way Home", so I need someone to take care of them, a foot slave of some sort. And that person is going to be you!"

You stumbled backwards. You did have a foot fetish and had also spent hours staring at Tom's feet and hoped to get some glances of his bare feet as his personal assistant, but this was too much. You slowly felt yourself losing consciousness as your eyes went to the back of your head, the strong pungent smell that Tom revealed to be his feet smell being the final sniff you inhaled before everything went black.

You opened your eyes and you were met with some sort of ceiling, your eyes having to adjust to the bright light. Then you froze for a few seconds, everything that just happened hitting you like a train all at once.

This train of thought was interrupted however with the intense foot smell from the room assaulting your nose. This was even more intense, to the point that your eyes started watering. Still laying down on your back, you adjusted your head looking behind you slightly and you gasped: there was a heel in your sight. You flipped yourself over and now you were met with 2 pairs of smelly sweaty feet, which you immediately recognized as Tom's with the spider tattoo plastered on his right sole.

You couldn't understand why you had been in this position but after 10 seconds of absolute silence with the memories what had happened before you passed out slowly seeping in, you crawled forward and stuck out your tongue. After some hesitation your tongue touched his sole and you started licking, the salty and cheesy taste of sweat entering your system. Tom moved his feet a little bit but stayed in the same position. "Welcome to your new life." You heard him say as you continued lapping at his soles, knowing you had passed the job interview to become his new foot slave.

my love

hot

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hello everyone I thought about some stuff and I decided that I will make some fan fictions anyone can request, what I write about is in the tags, however I'm not too sure about smut yet I hope my writings are good💜🤗

My pookie bear did not kill anyone. (probably)

right where you left me.

peter parker x reader

type: angst with a fluff ending

word count: ~1.8k

warnings: break-up, sadness, depression

summary: when peter leaves y/n alone at their diner, y/n feels stuck in place.

inspo: “right where you left me” by taylor swift

a/n: specifically written for andrew garfield’s peter but can be tobey or tom’s

i jumped at the sound of my phone ringing. i turned around and picked up my phone, clicking 'accept' and holding it to my ear.

"hello?" i say.

"hey."

peter.

peter's voice sounded a little wobbly, like he was anxious or something.

"hey, babe," i say, smiling to myself. "what's up?"

"umm... you know our diner?" he asks.

"of course i know our diner, peter," i say. there was this diner - mel's - that peter and i always went to when we would study together. we went there on our first date and had our first kiss over one of their ice cream sundaes.

"do you think we could meet there soon? like half an hour maybe?" he asks.

"of course! i'll see you there in 30! love you," i say.

"bye," peter says, before hanging up.

----

i walked into the diner, smiling at the hostess as the door closed behind me. i walked to a booth in the corner of a diner and waited for peter.

after a few minutes, i hear the bell on top of the door ring. i look up and see peter, looking around the diner. i wave him over to my booth. he walks over.

"hey, peter," i say, pulling him into a hug. he quickly pulls away, sitting in the seat across from mine.

"hey, y/n," he says.

i sit down, smiling at him. i pick up a menu, reading over the options. "you know, i saw on one of the signs near the door that the special-"

"i don't think i can be with you anymore," peter says suddenly.

i drop my menu onto the table. "what?"

"i just... it's nothing you did. it's me. i can't..." peter stumbles over his words.

i feel my eyes go glossy. "did you..." i start. i hear my own voice trip over itself. "is there someone else?"

"no!" peter says. "n-no! well... kind of. but not in the way you think!" he says.

i can feel my mascara start to run.

"don't cry. please, y/n," peter pleads.

"what? you're just going to break up with me and then expect me not to cry? you found someone new and then told me that at my favorite diner. where we met! and you expect me not to cry?" i whisper to him.

peter sighs. "you make me sound horrible," he says.

"you're not horrible, peter," i say, placing my hand over his. "you're absolutely wonderful in every well ay. i just... i don't want this to end."

he composed himself. "i'm sorry. i hope i'll see you around," peter says. and with that he's up and gone.

i finally let his words sink in. he left me. he found someone new. he doesn't want me.

i sat there, in the little dingy corner of our diner, and cried.

i cried over all the hours we spend together. i cried over all the now-bittersweet memories we had in the diner. i cried over the big question: what had i done wrong? i cried over the future i had planned for us slipping through my fingers.

i sat there for a few minutes before a woman came up to me.

she had a waitress' uniform on. she looked familiar. probably the hostess from the front door.

she asked me if i was okay. i nodded and wiped away the mascara that had begun to stain my cheeks.

she asked me if i wanted anything. i shrugged. she told me she knew just what i needed and walked off.

i cried some more and then the waitress came back. she placed a sundae in front of me. she called it the heartbreak special.

i chuckled softly as she walked away.

i ate it and stared at the wall. my mind was reeling. i didn't know what to think, what to say. i didn't even have any tears left.

soon, i felt a tap on my shoulder. the waitress was standing beside me. she asked me when i was planning on going home.

i shrugged.

she asked me if it was soon, because the cook wanted to go home.

i told her i had only been there for a minutes. she told me i had been there for a few hours.

my breath stuttered in my lungs and i rose, placing a $10 bill in her hands. she told me i could come back any time. she told she'd whip something right up for me whenever i wanted.

i thanked her and left, my heart feeling like it had been ripped in two.

----

i sat in the corner of the diner again, like  had everyday for the past three weeks.

the little booth was a form of both comfort and pain. it was like a drug -- i just kept coming back to that stupid seat like it was a drug.

the waitress, who i had learned was named betty, continued to bring me little snacks. it wasn't sundaes everyday (sometimes she would bring something a smidge healthier).

everyday i waited. i waited for peter to come back. i waited for him to barge in with his new girlfriend. i waited for him to call me. i waited for him to burst through the door and get on his hands and knees and beg for my forgiveness.

but he never did.

i just stayed there. the wait staff, my parents, my friends all expected me to find some perspective, but i just sat and stared.

----

i finished my math homework, tucking the notebook into my backpack.

"hey hun," betty said, smiling down at me. "my shift is almost over. wanna go somewhere with me?"

i shake my head. "writing assignment," i say, pulling out the notebook.

"what's the assignment?" she asks.

"writing a poem. at least two stanzas," i say.

she nods. "got any ideas?" she asks.

i shrug. "i was thinking about writing one about this diner. i don't know," i say.

betty smiles at me, one of her warm smiles that makes me forget why i'm in this little corner again. "that's a good idea, y/n. you should go for it."

"thanks, betty," i say.

i spin my pencil around in my fingers. i start scribbling down words, trying to figure out what i want to say.

----

an hour later, i finally have a poem.

help, i'm still at the restaurant still sitting in the corner i haunt cross-legged in the dim light they say, "what a sad sight"

i stayed there dust collected on my pinned-up hair i'm sure that you got someone out there love and dancing, but i'm unaware 'cause i'm right where

i cause no harm, mind my business if our love died young, i can't bear witness and it's been so long but if you ever think you got it wrong

i'm right where you left me

i close my notebook and slip it in my backpack. i leave a tip on the table and walk out the diner.

i'm right where you left me, peter. come back to me.

----

it had been over a year since peter left me in the diner. i still sat in my corner everyday.

he never came back.

i'd stop perking up when the bell on the door rang.

i stopped asking betty if she'd seen a tall, lanky brunette with a skateboard come in.

but i never stopped sitting at the booth.

one day, i was reading a book, my legs folded underneath. it was like every other day.

the familiar bell above the door rang, and i continued to read.

soon, i heard the familiar shuffling of betty's shoes.

"uhh... hun?" she says.

without looking up, i say, "yes?"

"someone just walked in."

i looked up.

it was impossible. it was peter.

he looked 10 years older, his face aged with grief. despite the sadness permanently settled into his features, i could still feel the boy-ish presence of peter.

i called his name out.

"peter?"

he turned towards me, his face contorting into some strange emotion that was a mix between confusion, relief, and fear.

"y/n?"

i couldn't help myself.

i ran to him, flinging myself into his arms. he hugged me back.

"what are you doing here?" i ask him, my arms still around him.

"what are you doing here?" he asks.

i pull away, smiling at him. "you first."

he shrugs. "i don't know. this place is comforting. i needed comfort," he says.

i smile softly at him.

"what happened? if you don't mind me asking," i say, sitting back down in my spot.

he sits across from, his shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. "just a... jumble of things."

i nod.

"so, why are you here?" he asks.

"i never left," i say. "ever since we... you know... i just kept coming back. i don't know why."

"oh god. i really messed up, didn't i?" he mumbled to himself.

i chuckle to myself. "it's fine, really."

"no, it's not," he says. "i pulled away from you because i was scared but i messed up."

"what do you mean?" i ask.

in an instant, some string shoots out his wrist towards the salt shaker. it attaches to the shaker and springs into his hand.

"what the hell..."

it finally clicks.

"you're spiderman?!" i whisper-yell at him, my eyes wide.

he nods, placing the salt shaker down. "i didn't want you to get hurt," peter says. "i was stupid. i'm sorry."

"it's okay, peter. i get it, but... i wish you had just told me."

he puts on a bittersweet smile. "i wish i did, too."

i smile. "then let's start over," i say. "let's put all that bad shit behind us and start again."

he chuckles. "it's not that easy," he says.

"yes it is," i say. i hold out my hand for her to take. "hi. my name is y/n."

peter just chuckles and shakes my hand. "my name is peter parker."

"well, it's nice to know you, peter parker." i let go of peter's hand and turn to the bar where many of the waitresses are gathered and whispering to each other. (no doubt about how someone was finally sitting with me.)

"betty!" i call over to the waitress. she smiles over at me.

"yeah, hun?" she calls.

"can you bring us something?" i ask.

"one heartbreak- uh... i'll bring something right over!" she yells.

i feel my cheeks flush.

"heartbreak?" peter asks.

i shake my head, giggling to myself a bit. "it's a joke she likes to make."

peter laughs along with me.

after a few minutes, betty drops off a sundae in front of the two of us. "bon appetit, lovebirds," she says.

peter and i both flush red as we take our spoons and dig in.

peter flashes me one of his goofy smiles, and i can't help but share in it.

i was right where you left me.

Me every night

They’re so cute 🥰

I was wondering if you take art requests, if so do you mind doing an art where Peter and Mj just got out of the shower, have towels around his waist/her body, and maybe indulging in some post-shower fluff

What a cute request nonny! Please have some peterMJ fluff with matching wet curly hair 💙

(Please let Peter have more 'normal weeks' with MJ 🥺)

pet peeve here, because this is really putting a bee in my bonnet. the tom holland spiderman movies are good, they’re wholesome and fun and they tick all the boxes you want a superhero movie to tick and he plays the character well and that’s good, it really is, but as someone who occasionally reads and interacts with spidypool content there is a probem

and that’s that tom holland looks like a fresh young baby, no matter what is real age, and he is playing a literal minor. and so shipping him with grown man ryan reynolds deadpool is just- red flags, not comfortable, no thank you please

and that would be fine, im not going to police what content people create or what stories they want to tell but oh my god please tag the fic as being part of the homecoming adaptation if you’re explicitly headcanoning holland as spiderman. please tag it. please please tag it. and not just as “spiderman” but as specifically “homecoming/holland spiderman” bc man there have been too many times where I’ve been reading a story being like “ah yes, my grown man spiderman, basically university aged, having here romance” and then seen them say in the authors notes or somewhere they based it on tom holland and have to nope out of there so hard. and this is after having explicitly chosen to specifically exclude the homecoming fandom tag

like. i am doing my level best as an individual to curate my own content and avoid the stuff that I personally find uncomfortable, staying in my own lane as it were, and yet it’s still there. there is literally nothing more I as an individual can do to to avoid it than what I am currently doing

im not saying you can’t write it. im not saying it’s wrong. but please this should be tagged on the same level of ticking “underage” because I don’t know how old tom holland is and whether hes a minor or not and I don’t care, because he plays and looks enough like a minor when playing his character that its something disconcerting to see unwarned in a romantic or explicit context with a much older partner, especially when you went in thinking it was a story between two consenting adults

like guys c'mon individual adaptation fandom tags exist for a reason. for this reason. please use them. just please tag it

Tom Holland being in a movie with Allison was the last thing I expected

really into me???

tom!peter parker x f!reader

I love the nerdy! peter x popular girl trope sm🥹

i was surprised to see that a woman like that was really into me”

you’ve always been popular, you were pretty but with popularity comes fake friends,people assuming your a bitch and a long list of expectations.

you wore the best clothes, your hair and makeup were always flawless, you wore cute shoes but that’s not why peter liked you, he liked you because one time in biology class he saw you looking at star wars memes and from that day on he was in love and total utterly obsessed with you. also because he thought you were nice and smart but never in a MILLION years would he think you’d like him back .

ur pov

i walked through the long hallway to get to my locker, i needed to get something… a lightsaber, a star wars replica lightsaber. i wanted peter to talk to me. he was nerdy and he liked star wars which is always a green flag in men, i tried dropping hints that i liked him but he just wasn’t getting it. i hope he didn’t have a gf. i see him sit with michelle watson at lunch all the time but they didn’t seem like a couple.

i reach my locker and put in my combo, i open my locker and grab the toy and quickly shove it in my bag, i slam my locker shut and hurry to biology class.

•

you reached your classroom and rushed to your seat and just in time the bell rang loudly. peter grinned as you huffed under your breath, the teacher welcomed everyone and wished them a good afternoon. you tuned her out because honestly you were just looking at peter and you hoped he didn’t notice. when the teacher finished talking and gave everyone instructions for the lesson plan. peter turned to you and began spurring out random facts to put in your notes you smiled at him and to your surprise he smiled widely back at you. you felt your heart race.

when the bell rang and class was dismissed before peter had got up to leave you tapped his shoulder and you pulled out the lightsaber and his eyes lit up. “woah that’s scarily accurate. does it turn on” he said with curiosity. you nodded your head and turned it on and the saber lire bright green. “it’s actually uh for you- you seem like a green lightsaber guy” you smiled way to wide you mentally kicked yourself.

“no uh i couldn’t accept this” he was charming and you just wanted to kiss him then and there. “no please do! i have another at home, blue. like obi wan” you softly chuckled. “do you maybe wanna come over and like hangout”. you retracted the saber and put it in his hands. “yeah” he didn’t expect you to actually say yes. you took a marker from the table and wrote it on a piece of paper. “text me soon parker” you got your bag and left. he was in shock. Ned would never believe this.

•

he almost immediately texted ned and told him everything. ned couldn’t believe it until you waved to him at lunch, ned was now convinced. peter couldn’t wait for your hangout. your friends weren’t supportive of your interest in peter, who you thought was your best friend maddy had actually gagged when you told her you were planning on hanging out with him, sadie thought you were committing social suicide by associating yourself with Peter.

but you didn’t care. you made sure to look extra pretty so you could impress him. you wanted so badly to ask him to the dance but it was to early to tell if he liked you yet, flash asked you twenty times yesterday and you rejected him twenty times. flash sent you roses and chocolate but you thought it was annoying. flash bullied peter and he was just an asshole to everyone who wasn’t popular.

•

your hangout with Peter was a success. you learned so much about him and you were surprised to learn he already knew everything about you. you two became fast friends. you began hanging out with him two times a week. you studied and watch movies, you even went out to dinner with him and his aunt may. did i mention aunt may was basically the biggest peter x y/n shipper. it was prom week and today was the day you mustered up the courage to ask Peter if he wanted to go with you.

**********

you texted peter to meet you in the hallway during 6th period and you anxiously waited. you cleared your throat and practiced how you’d ask him. you feared he’d reject you or what if he laughed in your face? you’ve never feared rejection before but with peter… it was different. he was different then any guy you had liked before, you genuinely liked hanging out with him and you didn’t just like him cus your friend pushed you towards him practically forcing you.

you saw him walking up to you and he smiled. “hi y/n what happened?” you smiled and finally just blurted it out. “do you wanna be my date for prom?” you reached into your pocket and pulled out a keychain. “you have anakin, i have padmé” you showed him. he looked around the hall but nobody was there. “Am i being pranked?” he frowned and sighed. “what no, why would you think that?”.

“because you’re pretty and one of the most popular girls in school, i thought i was just your new charity case” he looked at you and your heart shattered how could he think you were that shallow. “im just surprised that a girl like you would like a guy like me”

“your handsome and smart and charming. that’s why i like you.” his jaw almost dropped. “I like you to a lot y/n”. “then be my anakin at prom? uh that sounded so cringey. Go out with me?” he smiled. “yes. i would love to be your… date.”

UNEDITED AND CRAPPY CUS IM SOO TIRED BUT I JUST WANTD TO GET A MCU IMAGINE OUT. IM GONNA WORK THROUGH ALL MY DRAFTS RN.

DC SMUTS WILL BE OUT SOON INCLUDING A REQUEST I NEGLECTED ( u know who u are) CUS WRITERS BLOCK.. ITS LIKE MY SMUT WRITING SKILLS JUST DISAPPEARED??!!!!! SRRY :( 🖤💗💗

okay i haven’t seen anyone say this yet but like... tom now has chickens.... and like... he can... f a r m f r o m h o m e

So I want to start writing imagines and stuff like that. Any suggestions?

Whoever writes fan fic, please, and I beg you, write something ANYTHING with these fucking glasses and looks omg

Can someone please point me in the direction of a series or one shot of the reader dying and Peter/Tom going through the motions and just the sadness? Or just any good series you’ve been HOOKED on! Thank youu ‘xo

Cheating - Peter Parker

Warning: one (maybe two) swear word, but other than that it’s fine!

Life in the Avengers tower was normal. Well, as normal as it could be in a tower filled with Earth’s mightiest heroes. Things were finally settling down after the events of the ‘civil war’ as it was referred as, the inhabitants of the tower becoming used to being around each other again and the ever-present tense atmosphere slowly dispersing as interactions became more frequent and more amicable. It still wasn’t entirely unusual to hear a few arguments from time to time, but even the Avengers weren’t expecting to hear shouting this intense anymore, especially from the two people no one thought even knew how to argue with each other.

As the youngest Avengers, Peter and (Y/N) instantly grew close to each other, bonding over school problems and the struggle to balance normal life and their lives as heroes amongst numerous other things. As a result of time, and numerous not-so-subtle nudges from the other Avengers, the two finally admitted their feelings for each other and had been happily dating for the last year. Their relationship was a refreshing change for the rest of the Avengers, even Sam had to admit that. The two of them were almost always together, laughing at some random joke or speaking quietly to each other about lord knows what, and they reminded the others of the things they were fighting for.

The happy couple had never argued about anything more serious than the best ice cream flavour, a subject that still causes conflict between the two. Nevertheless, it seemed that nothing could ever tear the two apart. That idea started to crumble in the minds of Earth’s mightiest heroes when they heard shouting coming from the room the two of them had been in for the last 30 minutes.

“You cheated! How could you? You promised you wouldn’t!” (Y/N)’s voice rang out loudly. In the kitchen the rest of the group were sitting, looking at each other in a mixture of confusion and concern for the couple.

“Babe, no! I swear I didn’t cheat!” Peter replied quickly, trying to appease his girlfriend’s anger.

“Oh get fucked Parker!” At that they group in the kitchen decided it was time to intervene before the situation got too out of hand.

“Alright, everybody calm down, what’s going on?” Tony led the group into the room, all of them prepared to have to stop some sort of fight. The two teenagers twisted around from their spots on the floor, each sitting on their own bean bag.

“Peter’s a big fat cheater, that’s what’s going on!” (Y/N) exclaimed, making Peter throw his hands in the air.

“For the last time, I didn’t cheat! The blue shell is a perfectly valid tactic!” (Y/N) glared at Peter.

“What the hell are you two arguing about?” Tony asked, the group still completely in the dark about the cause of the dispute between the youngest Avengers.

“Peter blue-shelled me!”

“He what?” Natasha asked.

“(Y/N)’s angry that I won the race because I used a blue shell on her when she was in first place.” Peter explained.

“I still have no idea what they’re talking about.” Bruce muttered to Steve and Sam.

“Would one of you please explain what is going on, using normal English so that the rest of us can understand?” Steve asked, his facial expression displaying his growing exasperation at the still undetermined nature of the situation.

“I won at Mario Kart and (Y/N)’s annoyed because she was winning and then she wasn’t.” Peter explained, causing the group of adults to roll their eyes and sigh at the teenagers, realising that there was no real conflict happening and that they had left the comfort of their seats in the kitchen for nothing.

“Okay, well, I’m going back to my coffee.” Clint said, heading out the door, the others following him out except for Tony who stayed behind momentarily to look at the pair again, before chuckling to himself and finally following the others out, muttering something along the lines of “young love” under his breath.

As the door closed, the two remaining occupants of the room turned to look at each other. A moment of silence passed, before they broke it by breaking into laughter. Peter gently tugged on (Y/N)’s arm, prompting her to lean down to rest her head on his lap, his fingers automatically going to her hair.

“ ‘m sorry babe.” Peter muttered, twirling a strand of her hair between his fingers.

“It’s okay, I’ll forgive you this time.” The girl replied, a smile crossing both of their faces. “But next time I’m going to absolutely wreck you, mark my words.”

“Whatever you say babe.” Peter replied, smiling softly at the girl in his arms.

In that moment, the rest of the world faded away, even the game on the TV becoming a distant memory, as they fully relaxed into each other and entered into a state of pure contentedness in the presence of the one they loved.

Peter Parker - Homework

Requested by peterparkersnerdgirl : “Hey Can u do an imagine where Peter Parker was helping u with your homework and u get distracted by him and u started kissing him”

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Your brain was a marvellous tool which allowed you to get into Midtown School of Science and Technology, a school full of kids who were geniuses in one way or another. Your natural talent for languages and maths was incredible, putting you in the high end of every class, except for one.

“Peter I don’t get why this is necessary, woodwork is such a useless and irrelevant class,” you whined to your boyfriend of a year, who just rolled his eyes and shook his head from his position on your bed. The two of you had a tradition of spending the weekend at each other’s house, which your parents and his aunt had eventually agreed to, provided the two of you did all your schoolwork. Unfortunately for you, this included your woodwork project.

“C’mon (Y/N), it’s not that bad.”

“Not for you it’s not, you’re actually good at it.” You got up from the foot of your bed and dramatically flopped down next to Peter, causing some of his pens to fall onto the floor.

“You’re good at it too babe, it’s a lot easier if you spend more than three minutes working on it though.” He retaliated, not taking his eyes off his page which was filled with physics equations and roughly sketched diagrams.

“But I’m not, Pete!”, you continued, “I know how it should work, but then I try it and it doesn’t work!” Even Peter couldn’t deny it, he’d seen first-hand how your attempts to construct even the simplest of things somehow managed to go wrong.

——

Peter glanced over to your workstation in class, only to do a double-take upon seeing the state of your project. You were supposed to be making a cupboard as your final project of the year, but you had somehow managed to put on the doors backwards with the handles facing in, making you unable to open it to fix it. You were sat there with a look which Peter had to make a real effort not to laugh at. Not out of malice, of course, but because the face which you pulled reminded him so much of a picture Ned had shown him in a study period earlier that day.

——

“Haven’t we done enough work anyway? We’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember!”

Peter laughed. “We’ve been doing homework for less than an hour, (Y/N).”

“What?!” You shot up from your lying down position, looking at him in despair before dropping back down. “Ughhhhhhh, I give up. Is it too late for me to drop out of high school?” Peter just chuckled and turned back to his homework, focusing back in on the question he was working on before your interruption.

You meant to try your work again, you really did, but instead you found yourself watching his face with a level of intensity that probably would’ve been creepy if the two of you hadn’t been together for as long as you had. His brow creased slightly and he pressed his lips together whilst twirling the pencil he held in his hand. His hair fell slightly in front of his eyes and god knows how many freckles he had dotted on his face.

“I really need to stop”, you thought, “this really is getting creepy.” But you couldn’t seem to pull your gaze away from his adorable face.

“How on Earth did I get so lucky with this guy?”

Somehow, maybe due to his spidey sense, Peter looked up from his work and back to you, feeling you watching him with such intensity and adoration. He smiled back down at you, raising his eyebrows slightly.

“Can I help you?” He joked, slowly coming to terms with the fact that the two of you probably wouldn’t be getting much more work done. He expected some kind of witty answer that you usually came out with, but was instead met with a pair of hands on his cheeks, pulling him down to your level, followed by a pair of lips being pressed to his. After a moment, he was released and pushed himself up slightly so he was hovering just above you.

“What was that for? Not that I’m complaining, obviously you can do that whenever you want, I really don’t mind, but-“ Peter’s high-speed rambling was cut off by a soft laugh which made him stop in his tracks and gaze down at who he thought was the most beautiful person who ever existed.

“God, I love you Pete.” His smile grew even wider, which you hadn’t even thought was possible at this point, and he leaned down again to press another gentle kiss to your lips.

“I love you too, (Y/N). Very much.”

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BONUS:

Peter adjusted himself so he was lying next to you, taking your hand in his and gently playing with your fingers. After a moment of silence, you turned to him.

“Hey Pete?”

“Hmm?”

“How much self-restraint did it take for you to not quote Star Wars at me just then?”

“Oh god, so much, you wouldn’t believe how hard that was for me!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sorry it took so long for me to write this but I hope you liked it! Also this is the picture I was talking about which is a constant mood tbh

Requests are still open!

Loner-Peter Parker *TH*

*I wrote this almost three years ago so sorry if it’s really cingey*

Warnings-Hurtful words, bullying

*Y/n POV*

See, high school sucks if none of you have noticed. I’m what you may call it, a loner. No one really knows who I am. I’m usually studying, or at lunch I usually have my nose stuck in a book. Also, I have a crush on Peter Parker. But there’s no way that we would end up together because even though he’s also a nerd like me, he is still more popular than me.

I’m at my locker putting some things away. Then Liz Allen comes up behind me and shoves me into the locker.

“Hey nerd!” She yells in my face.

“Hi…” I say quietly.

“Why are you so quiet today?” Liz yells again.

“No reason but just please leave me alone…” I respond.

“Whatever loser! I’ll see you later” She shoves me again and I drop my books. ‘Let’s just go to class y/n’ I say to myself.

*At lunch*

I’m sitting at a table in the lunchroom alone because I have no friends to eat lunch With. I brought my favorite book with me to read during lunch. I would occasionally look up and stare at Peter. He is so adorable. Hopefully he doesn’t realize that I’m staring at him.

*Peter’s POV* I was sitting with Ned during lunch just staring at the table. I was thinking about how I’m Spider-Man and I basically am a superhero! I feel someone tap me on the shoulder. I look up an see that Ned has his hand on my shoulder,

“Dude look,” He averts his eyes towards y/n, “She was looking at you man…”

I feel a strange heat come to my cheeks. 'Am I blushing?’ I think to myself.

“You know Ned, even though I like her, there’s no way someone as beautiful as her likes me back…” I say with disappointment laced in my voice.

“Look man, she does like you! I promise you! The way she looks at you during classes, means that she likes you back! NOW get your butt up NOW and go and make a MOVE!!!!” Ned yells at me pushing my up… I smile at him and thank him but then Liz comes over with a sweet smile.

“Hey Peter!” She waves at me, “See I have this party that i’m…” I tune her out and look over her shoulder. I see her look at me then quickly glance away. She grabs her stuff and heads out the blue cafeteria doors. I interrupt Liz by saying,

“Yeah umm that sounds cool! Bye now! I gotta go!” I run off after y/n as quick as my spidey legs can go. I see her walking to the outside of the school and run up to her.

“Y/N! Wait up!” I yell. She turns around and smiles faintly at me.

“Oh hey Peter! Do you need anything?” She asks me.

I take a deep breath prepared to tell her about the way I feel about her.

“Well all I need you to do is listen…” She nods slowly at me with confusion written all over her face.

“Ok so, umm. Ok, I’ve l-liked you for a w-while now and I just w-wanted to let you k-know..” I stutter a lot but still confess my feelings. I hear her chuckle, and I look up feeling more worried. I close my eyes and sigh, I was about to walk away when I feel someone grab my arm and turn me around. Then I feel a pair of soft/gentle lips on mine. I slightly gasp in shock but then immediately kiss back, and that makes her smile into the kiss… I put my hands on her waist while her hands go around my neck… I pull back smiling at her…

“You don’t know how long i’ve been waiting to hear those words come out of your mouth…” She chuckles softly with her little cute smile on her face.

“Well then, would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?” I ask. She kisses my cheek softly and whispers, “Yes I will!” I cup her face and kiss her softly again…

'Man I could get used to kissing her lips over and over again…’ I think to myself as I smile into the kiss…

Word Count: 694

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I hope you guys liked my first imagine! This one was ok but hopefully my writing will get better!

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