Imagines By Hufflepuffholland

Seven-Minutes In Hell

Requested: Okay hi I fucking love ur writing and I just saw a post about how peter would have h claustrophobia after the rubble scene and I was wondering if you would ever consider writing a fic based on that? ❤️❤️

Note: i'm so glad you like my writing :') i loved this request! hope you like it! (p.s. i haven't actually written an actual imagine in a long time so sorry if this sucks jikvdhbjkiw) also this IS after that scene™ but Liz is still here bc she deserved better and i love her alright? alright

"Are you going to the party tonight?" I shrugged, writing down the equation on the board. "How do you not know?" I shrugged again, continuing with my notes.

"What do you mean? It's a yes or no question." I sighed, turning to my left and looking at Michelle.

"I don't think I am, Friday's are kind of my thing, you know?"

"Well, I'm going," I narrowed my eyes at her. "What?"

"You hate parties – you hate most people! What do you mean you're going?" She shrugged, about to answer, but someone's voice sounded over hers.

"Michelle, (Y/N)," we looked up to see Ms. Warren looking at us from her spot at the front of the classroom, "is there something you have to share with the class? A new discovery?" I looked around at everyone, everyone's eyes on us. I shrunk in my seat while Michelle maintained her usual slouched posture. "No?" We shook our head. "Good, then maybe you could let me finish what I have to share with the class?" We both nodded. "Good, as I was saying!" I looked up in time to see Peter Parker looking at me, smiling softly as he turned his gaze back to his laptop.

I was sitting quietly, listening to Ms. Warren, when I felt Michelle nudge my arm. I looked at her quickly, seeing her gesture down to the desk. I looked down to see a note. I opened it and placed it on top of my notebook, picking up my pen again to make it look like I was writing notes.

parker will be there.

I looked up at Peter, seeing him give his undivided attention to Ms. Warren. I smiled softly, quickly making it go away when I heard Michelle snicker. I picked up my pen and wrote back 'i'm thinking about it a little harder' as a response, shoving it back to Michelle. Rolling my eyes when she nudged me playfully.

"Why are you going to this again?" I asked Michelle, outside of Ms. Warren's class, again. "You don't really talk to people outside of decathlon."

"Well, everyone from decathlon is going. If you don't go, you'll be the odd one out." I sighed, "Plus, Liz said it's like a team exercise. It's supposed to be fun." She shrugged, handing me the book I asked her to hold. I put my books away and took out my bio book to study for the test we have on Monday. "You don't need that," Michelle said, I looked at her confused. She gestured at the book in my hand, "You're the best student in the class," I smiled, about to thank her when she continued, "you know, next to me." We both laughed as I shoved the book in my backpack.

"Well, looks like I'll still need the book then, just so I could beat you." I winked as she shoved me, a little too hard, as I collided with another body.

"Woah, there," I looked up to see Peter holding me up, causing me to gain my balance quickly and hurry back to Michelle's side. "You okay?" I nodded. His hands going to tighten his backpack straps. "You guys going to Liz's party tonight?" Michelle nodded for both of us. "Cool, yeah, I, uh, I might swing by there, too."

"Cool," I rocked back on forth on my heels, reaching for Michelle's hand, "well we'll see you there! Maybe?" I nodded for him, pulling Michelle away with me before Peter could answer.