It was the third week of school, and your lab partner, Peter, was finally starting to warm up to you. You had seen him in academic team, the library, the lunch room, and walking home from school some days.
It wasn't until your friend pointed out how hot he is that you really noticed you had feelings.
On your way to chemistry, your girl friends kept texting you about asking him for coffee, or flirting with him on notes, but you ignored it.
You heave a sigh and brush your fingers along he ridges of the lockers making a satisfying noise when they drop and knock on the metal once more.
Your fast pace to chemistry keeps you on time, until you hear the bell, in which case you speed walk even quicker. As you near run through the door, someone was running out, and collided with your body, knocking you to the ground.
You had barely registered what had happened, until you look down and see Peter Parker's head on your chest, and your papers strewn across the floor. Everyone rushes over to see if we're alright, but peter suddenly realizes what had happened.
He jumps up quickly, and begins to pile your papers together, placing them back in your binder. You begin to stand up a few seconds following, but you see a strong hand with veins running up his arm, offering you assistance in standing.
"Help? I'm so, so sorry for running into you-" He begins to plead for forgiveness
"No, no really it's my fault, I'm so sorry, Peter" you say back as you look him in the eyes, then grab his hand, him nearly lifting you off of your feet and into the air as he returns you to the ground, upright.
You dust off your skirt and French tuck your blouse, fixing your look after your tumble, when Peter interrupts.
"Hey, so- I-I'm so sorry for running, Uh, running into you, back there" He says as the crowd lessens, and you begin to walk to your lab table in the back together. "I was, wondering if I could, Uh, Uhm, i don't know, try and make it up to you?" He asks uncertain.
"How so, Parker?" You ask your crush.
"Maybe, I take you to dinner tonight? Italian? Everyone likes Italian, right?" He asks, stuttering, and turning red of nervousness.
"Uhm, yes, I love Italian. Sounds good. Pick me up at 8?" You ask, raising an eyebrow and batting your lashes.
"Yea, yeah, 8 sounds good." Replies Peter.
"Sounds amazing." You reply, as you step on your toes, to kiss his cheek, then stride away to get your materials for the lab.
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Hey my dudes I'm hella gay rn but I'm writing straight fanfic but ya know anything for tommy holland right??
My girl is so incredible y'all I uwu please send requests for imagines!!! Also how should I ask her on a date okay thanks good night
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PETER PARKER AND TOM HOLLAND IMAGINES
Fanfictionpeter parker/spiderman/tom holland imagines for your fangirl (or boy!) self 💗 taking requests, no idea is a dumb idea, my friends. also message me if you wanna be an editor. Instagram: @starkssmile
