TOM HOLLAND | PETER PARKER IMAGINES

Peter Parker|Puns

A/N: Hey everyone! So I am just throwing together some prompts but you can request something anytime. I'm probably going to go back an edit this. Please tell me in the comments if you liked it!

Prompt: Peter is tutoring (y/n) in chemistry and decides to drop some bad jokes to cover up his nervousness.

Warnings: horrible puns

Word count: 1545

(Y/n) = your name, (H/c) = hair color, (E/c) = eye color

Bold means text message, Italics are thoughts

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Peter stepped nervously into the library, taking a deep breath in before pushing forward. Today was the first day of tutoring a struggling student, (Y/n), in his best subject: chemistry.

Peter was offered the job from his Honors Chemistry teacher, which he tried to refuse, but needed the extra cash for new backpacks since he always misplaces them.

Peter wasn't sure if he had seen (Y/n) around and maybe never learned her name, but he was nervous nonetheless to talk to the opposite gender.

As he took quiet steps in the school's dusty library, he looked at his phone to see if he got any new texts from this (Y/n).

"hey im by the young adults section. last table to the left," (Y/n) had texted Peter two minutes ago.

"ok see u there," Peter texted back with sweaty fingers. He couldn't even text a female without freaking out (with the exception of his aunt), let alone have an interesting or proper conversation. Peter understood the vast knowledge of the subject of chemistry, but when it came to girls, he was utterly lost.

Peter was so wrapped up in meeting (Y/n) to not making a complete fool of himself that he became clueless of his surroundings. He abruptly bumped into someone, knocking them and their collection of papers to the ground. Unfortunately, that spider bite didn't get rid of the clumsiness every 15 year-old male faces.

"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry," Peter apologized, putting his phone in his pocket, gazing below at the person he knocked to the ground. He only saw a lowered head filled with (h/c) hair, their hands rubbing the back of their skull for comfort. The stranger had books, binders, and loose papers that now cluttered the slick ground of the library after the collision with a figure that stood in their path.

"Here, let me help," Peter knelt down to the floor with the stranger, feeling a bit guilty as he bent down to help the victim of his clumsiness. As he gathered the dispersed school supplies that laid on the chilly floor, there were a few things that caught his eye: a Star Wars folder, and Millennium Falcon pencil case.

"Sorry, I'm such a klutz. Thank you..." the girl's voice rang out, lifting her (e/c) eyes to the embarrassed boy that had bumped into her. She tucked her (h/c) hair behind her ear with anxiousness, gazing at the boy who helped her. When their eyes met, both sophomores instantly blushed and looked away with some self-conscious.

Peter, rubbing his arm, quickly observed with a glance the way the mysterious girl's (h/c) moved against her face, her (e/c) eyes that seemed to sparkle, and the way she bit her lip in shyness. He didn't want to seem creepy, so he looked away, now feeling warm around his cheeks.

"Need any help up?" Peter asked politely, lending his hand out to the mysterious girl. She looked up again at Peter and slightly smirked at his kindness. There weren't many students at Midtown High that offered another student aid when fallen. She would know, she's fallen down one too many times at school.