Our cutie Tom Holland aka Peter Parker x reader ...thats us
ill have some stuff written by me and then by some other authors with there credit (note ive asked them every time) will include our cute bug Tom being adorable and sexy at the same time.
Summary: Y/N gets a letter written by Peter 3 months late. In said letter, he pours his feelings out to Y/N, and Y/N decides she feels the same way. So, instead of responding over text, she runs to him in the pouring rain.
Word Count: 1520
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You sipped your tea as the rain pounded against the windows. You loved to sit by your window and just watch the rain fall over Queens. You had 80s music playing in the background, and you found it to be very calm right now.
Then, your serenity was interrupted by a hard knock at the door. You sighed and got up to answer, assuming it was MJ forgetting her jacket or Peter coming over to help study. You opened the door, and to your surprise, it was Flash. You frowned, curious as to why he was here. You prayed he wasn't going to ask you out again...
"Ummm, can I help you?" You said as he stood there in your apartment hallway.
"Well..." Flash sighed. "Look okay, I shouldn't have done this but..." His started speaking faster, and you could tell he was nervous. You couldn't wait to tell Peter and Ned that THE Flash was nervous because of you... "I saw Penis Parker sneak an envelope in your binder. Now, something in an envelope is sketchy to put in my lady's—"
"I'm not your lady."
"—binder." He continued. "So I took it out when he wasn't looking."
"What the hell?" Who just takes a letter like that? It was probably just some money he had to pay you back. Flash was creepily possessive of a girl he wasn't dating, or wasn't even close to dating.
"I never read it but I decided to give it back to you." He held out a plain white envelope with Y/N written in Peter's handwriting on it.
You snatched it away from him. "You're a weirdo." You said, glaring at him. "How long have you had this?"
"Three months." Flash scoffed. "You don't have to get so worked up about—"
You slammed the door in his face. How annoying...Asshole. You sat back down by your window, your tea slightly less hot now, thanks to Flash. You saw a Flash of lightning outside, and heard thunder a few seconds later. You thought for a few moments before ripping open the envelope that laid in your hands. It was odd of Peter to give you a letter instead of a text, and for a moment, you were terrified of what was inside.
You pushed those thoughts aside, and decided to open it. You pulled out a piece of paper covered in words, and you could see it was long. The font was about 9, it was so tiny... May hated when Peter used too much paper.
You took a breath in, braced yourself, and began reading.
Dear Y/N,
Look, don't make fun of me for writing a letter. I know it's nerdy, but I didn't know how else to get this off my chest. I'm leaving for my decathlon this weekend, which is why I'm writing this letter now. Everything I've been thinking and feeling inside are overflowing from this pen. I'm leaving this letter so that you don't feel pressured to give me an answer in a moment, so you have a lot of time before we each other again. I know you will need to take your time trying to decide the answer to what I'm about to say.
