Price of A Wish (Peter Parker/ Tom Holland x Reader)

Eventually

Guys! This is when he was younger and still had that little mole on his chin!

The bell finally rings, signally the end of the dreaded school day. I follow Jami and Peter to our lockers. We get our things and walk to the tower. Peter stops me before we go in.

"Could I talk to you?" he asks. I look at Jami before I nod and walk over to the side with him.

"What did you need?" I ask, shoving my hands in the pocket of his sweatshirt that I never returned. 

"You still have the money that Deadpool gave you right?" he asks. I nod and hand him the $100 bill. He lowers onto one knee. "{Y/N}... I really, really like you. Will you please go on a date with me tonight?"

"Of course I will, ya stupid idiot," I laugh, pulling him up into a hug. "I'll see you tonight then."

"Eleven on the dot. I promise," he laughs. That sounds pretty late, but I don't care. I'm going on a date with my dream guy. When he runs away, he pumps one fist in the air and whooping. I laugh and shake my head, walking into the lobby to meet Jami.

"What happened?" Jami asks as we walk to the elevator.

"Nothing," I lie, deciding to save Peter from a pretty agonizing talk with her. "Just wanted to know more about Thanos."

"Didn't you tell him everything?" She presses the button on the elevator.

"Yeah," I say. "But he wanted to be sure, I guess." 

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"So what are we doing?" I ask when Peter walks into my room. He's carrying tons of candy and a bucket of popcorn. He told me just to wear pajamas, so I knew we were staying in. I have his hoodie on and some light pink sweatpants on.

"We're watching a movie," he says. "I promise it'll be great."

"What movie?" I ask as he sets the food in front of me and we sit on the bed.

"Rampage," he replies. Peter grabs the remote on my table and sets it up. I watch him closely. Something is off about him. He seems scared. Worried. Like something's bothering him. But I can't think of anything that could be wrong.

"You ready?" he asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Hm? Oh, yeah," I reply, looking at the big screen on my wall. The movie begins and I cuddle up with Peter.

~One Rampage Later~ [Get it? Cause it's like an action but it's also... Okay, I'm done... Sorry]

"Did you like it?" he asks.

"I loved it. George was really funny," I reply. I feel stiff from sitting so long, so I lift my arms over my head in a stretch.

"Tired?" Peter asks, moving closer. 

Maybe he noticed that I was sneaking glances at him for the past ten minutes. "Not really."

Peter reaches out, pulling my legs over his lap and traces a circle on my right knee with his left thumb. My legs begin to tremble, so I press them together to try and make it stop. His eyes flick toward mine before darting back down. "May thought you wanted to be my girlfriend."

If I do something with my hands, I might be able to hold still. I reach up, tangling my finger into the hair on the nape of his neck and smooth the soft curls against his warm skin. "Well... Is that out of the question?"

Oh. 

My. 

God.

I actually said it. But what if it is?

Almost absently, Peter moves his hand down my leg. It's like he has no idea that he can turn my body into jelly with just one motion. "You want a fictional comic book character as your boyfriend?"

"You seem pretty real to me," I say. He looks a with half of a smile and wary eyes. 

"I don't know how to be with someone like you, {Y/N}," He sees my face fall and quickly adds, "It's not that I don't want to. I just think I'd screw it up. I've always just been... me, I guess. I'll fall for someone then forget them the next week." 

I don't know. I pull my hands back and mess my wrist, watching the pulse jump from the skin. "Well." I stay quiet for a few seconds, trying to decide if I'm about to make a giant mistake or not. I probably am, but I continue anyway. "If it's okay with you, I'd like to at least try. Not because you're the Amazing Spider-Man or that I think you're hot, which I do. But because you're incredibly smart and funny, and you do the right thing more times than you think. I like your shirts with the stupid puns and the way you always put everyone else before yourself. I'd be honored to be your girlfriend, even if it's just while I'm stuck here in this world. There's also the fact that I can't go more than a minute without having the urge to kiss you so... that's something, I guess..."

Peter doesn't reply at first, and I think I've blown it. Maybe that was too much. But his hand is still running down my leg, and he says, "You're better than me. I never stop having the urge to kiss you."

Light as a feather, his hand is on my face as he leans in and pulls my mouth toward his own. As our lips connect, I hold my breath. The soft pressure sends an ache humming throughout my body. It's tender and sweet, very different from the hot, needy kiss on the roof. But this one still makes me dizzy. My entire body is shaking, so I press my hands against his chest to try to make it stop, but instead, I feel a hard plain of muscle through his very thin T-shirt. Not helpful, Marvel.

My lips part in a sigh that quickly turns into a small moan when Peter slides his tongue in to meet mine. The kiss grows deeper, more intense. Our bodies are so tangled I can't tell where mine ends and his begins. All at once, I feel like I'm flying, floating, falling. We kiss until our lips are sore and our skin sparks as if it's been lit by a fuse.

Peter's hands are PG. He mostly touches my face and hair. Eventually, he slides a hand under my shirt, running it over my back and... I think I might have whimpered. His fingers dip into the waistband of my sweatpants, sending a shiver throughout my body, but he stops there. A small portion of me thinks he doesn't like me as much as I like him, or as much as he likes other girls. But then there's the fact that I've been pressed against him for half an hour, so that's not it.

He pulls back and looks at me, his dark lashes sweeping low. His eyes will be the death of me. "I keep picturing Jami walking in," he murmurs. "She kind of scares me." I sigh because, if I'm being honest, that's been in my head too. There's hardly a chance, but I don't want to risk it. 

Peter runs his thumb over my lips. "Your mouth is really red. We should take a break before I do any permanent damage. I also have to, um... calm down a bit." He plants a kiss on his cheek and reaches for his pocket. Pulling out his phone, he props it in the crook of his arm.

"What are you doing?" I ask, glancing at the device. 

"We can watch another movie," he says. I glance at the giant T.V. on my wall, then back at him. "A horror movie." 

"Why?" I ask.

"Because you can't be scared of something on such a small screen," he laughs, stretching on the bed and I curl up next to him with my head on his shoulder. 

I honestly don't care what we do. I just want to be cuddled up with him as long as possible, fighting sleep and forgetting about everyone else.

A/N: Long story short- You're dating Spider-Man! Yay! Go you! Good job! You did it! Another encouraging thing here! Yipee!