Imagines for the lovely Peter Parker, played by the adorable Tom Holland!
Includes x readers and also some x OC's of mine.
Warnings for some imagines:
- Attempted Suicide
- Bullying
- PTSD
- Mentions of gore
Peter had always been hesitant when it came to girls. Maybe he was just nervous around them or didn't know what to say. But now, in our junior year of high school, it was getting a little old. Peter had been talking to me about this girl he liked, but he was unable to give me a description or a name. "Peter, I can't help you if I don't know who she is." We were currently in our last class of the day. It was Biology, which I shared with Peter. "I just, I can't tell you. I'm sorry." He was staring at his book, a miserable look on his face.
Unable to see him look so down, I nudged him with my elbow. "Liz is throwing a party tonight if you wanna come. I'll be going, and you can bring Ned." Peter nodded, lifting his head a little. "Okay. I'll meet you at the party. What time is it?" I scribbled down the time and Liz's address on a piece of paper, passing it over to him when our teacher wasn't looking. "It's just casual. You don't need to get dressed up." Peter then went back to taking notes off the whiteboard. I was already caught up, and as our teacher put more notes up on the board, I leaned over to Peter.
"Oh, and Pete, if the girl you like is there, just go up to her and kiss her. Make it known that you want her." Peter nodded, cheeks going a little red. "I'll keep that in mind."
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The party was quite tame. Liz had Flash as the DJ, and he was currently on a break. That meant he'd come over to start flirting with me. "So, how'd you like to go on a date with a real man?" Flash flexed one of his arms, and I found it hard not to laugh. I'd seen Peter shirtless many times, and he was much fitter than Flash. "I don't know Flash, I've got a lot going on at the moment." That was a lie. I had nothing going on, but I wasn't interested in Flash. He could be a real dick to Peter and Ned.
"Hey, excuse me," I heard a voice walking towards us amid the crowded floor of students. Peter appeared, looking hotter than usual in a grey shirt and an open flannel. "Hey, Flash. Do you mind?" Without waiting for an answer, Peter turned and kissed me.
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He backed me away from Flash, a hand on my lower back. I didn't know what was happening. Well, I did, but I didn't know why. Not that I cared, because Peter was a great kisser. He surprised me again by backing me up against a wall. I'm sure Liz would be a little annoyed that we were making out in her living room, but I couldn't care less at this point. We eventually needed to breathe, and Peter rested his forehead against mine when he pulled away from me.
Panting softly from the intensity of the kiss, I opened my eyes to find Peter looking at me. Our noses were centimetres from touching, and I could feel his gentle breaths on my lips. "What the hell Peter," I made no move to shove him away from me, because I couldn't. I was physically unable to. His brown eyes studied mine, hand shifting on my waist so it wasn't holding my bare waist. "You told me to go up and kiss her. I just did. I made it known that I wanted you." My eyes widened as I realised he'd been talking about me the entire time.
"Oh..." A smile graced Peter's features, and he moved back from me, giving me my personal space back. "So, do you want to leave this party? We can continue at my place." Blushing now, I nodded, grabbing Peter's outstretched hand. I definitely wanted to continue.
