"How you're lookin' at me, yeah, I know what that means
And I'm obsessed
Are you free next week?
I bet we'd have really good"
[HOMECOMING, FFH, NWH, SPIDERMAN 4, DOOMSDAY]
peter parker (tom holland) x fem!oc
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
PLEASE DONT BE A GHOST READER! COMMENT AND VOTE
✸ ✸ ✸ ✸ ✸ ✸ ✸ ✸ ✸ ✸ ✸ ✸ ✸ ✸ ✸ ✸ ✸ ✸
As the last school bell of the day rang, Gwendolyn wasted no time. The sound was barely out of the air before she was already packing her things, eyes fixed on Peter as he shuffled out of the classroom. He had been acting strange for days—nervous, distracted, and avoiding her at every turn. They used to be inseparable, but now Peter was distant, like there was a wall between them. Gwen knew something was off, and today she wasn't going to let him slip away without answers.
Rushing out of the school doors, she spotted him walking up the street, his head down, hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie. Without a second thought, she jumped on her bike, pedaling hard to catch up but staying just far enough behind that he wouldn't notice. Her heart pounded in her chest, but it wasn't just from the exertion. Something told her that whatever Peter was hiding wasn't just some small secret. It was big—something that had changed him.
Gwen followed him for blocks, weaving through the after-school foot traffic until Peter turned a corner and headed towards the small convenience store near the edge of town. She slowed down, watching as he entered the store. The bell above the door rang softly as he disappeared inside.
Gwen stopped at the corner, her eyes narrowing as she tried to figure out what he could possibly be doing in a place like this. Peter didn't even live in this part of town. Biting her lip, she chained her bike to a nearby post and walked toward the store with purpose. She pushed open the door, the bell chiming again as she stepped inside.
The air smelled faintly of stale chips and cleaning products. The fluorescent lights above flickered slightly, casting a dull, yellowish glow over the shelves lined with snacks and household essentials. Gwen's eyes scanned the store quickly, and then she saw him.
Peter was at the back of the store, kneeling by the counter, gently petting the tabby cat that always lounged there. His shoulders were hunched, and for a second, Gwen felt a pang of something—sadness, maybe. He looked so lost. But that feeling quickly evaporated when Peter turned and saw her.
His eyes went wide, his hand freezing in mid-pet. The cat meowed in protest, but Peter didn't seem to hear it. "G-Gweny?" he stammered, his voice cracking with surprise. He stood up abruptly, backing a step away from the counter. "What are you doing here?"
Gwen crossed her arms over her chest, taking a few slow steps toward him. Her voice was calm but laced with accusation. "Following you," she said flatly, her gaze never leaving his face.
