✔️ Tom Holland Imagines

Helping Hand p4

Summary: Who knew that being saved by spiderman would start a blossoming friendship... or maybe something more?

A/N: Ya'll gONNA NEED A SHIT LOAD OF HOLY WATERRR

inspired by this so give it a listen as you read!

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 6k+ (I got way too carried away)

Warning(s)?: NSFW, SMUTYY SMUTTT!!! Swearing, fingering 

edited 21/12/19

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Helping Hand 

The rest of the school day went by without a hitch. After the bell went, signalling Gym class was over, you scurried out of there so fast before Peter could have time to catch up to you. You went to your locker, grabbing and putting away textbooks before setting off to your next period.

"Y/N!" Oh god not now. You halted your movements and slowly began to turn around.

"What do you want Flash?" You said, saying his name with distaste. He strolled up by your side and smirked.

"Well it's nice to see you to, Pudding" Ahh! You hated that nickname, like seriously, pudding?

"I've got a class to get to-" You begin to say while moving before he blocked your path. You rolled your eyes and sighed.

"Why in such a rush? Don't you want to spend some time with me?" He asks cockily. No, actually, I'd rather watch paint dry.

"I thought I've made that clear months ago but no, I don't" You state with a sigh, moving around him.

"You know, this whole playing hard to get thing only makes me want you more!" He calls out to you. You continued walking away, just giving him the bird as you rounded the corner. Gah It was annoying when the boy just couldn't take a hint. I knew his true intentions, he was a player, as soon as he got into my pants he will be gone. Like he was never even there.

Of course, you being you weren't watching where you were going as you crashed into another body. You slowly sunk to your knees to collect your belongings that managed to leaves your arms during the collision.

"Im so sorry! I didn't see you there-" The boy stopped rambling as you looked up at him. Funnily enough this was the guy in gym class, the one who seemed to be friends with.. Peter.

"No, it's okay, I should have paid attention to where I was going" You say with a small smile. He returns it.

"Oh, yeah, names Ned by the way" He stated happily, sticking his hand out for you to shake. You were kind of amused at just how happy this boy looked but decided not to laugh thinking it may offend him. You gently took his hand in your and shook.

"Y/N" You state with a smile.

"Y-y-eah I know who you are-" He clears his throat and momentarily looks to the ground.

"I mean... you're friends with Liz right?" He asked flustered. You couldn't help but to laugh slightly at his state.

"Yeah, I am" you respond. You begin to walk around him before you hear him speak up.

"Y/N?" he called out. You spun around and smile.

"Yes?" You asked.

"Umm..." He says almost nervously, scratching the back of his head. You just stood there, holding your books close to your chest with a questioning glance.