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saysomethingspiderman · 5 years

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Something Wonderful (PT. 4)

Synopsis: During your time as a professional photographer, you had come across incredibly good looking men, but there was just something about Tom that stood out. Who would have thought shooting the self-titled “walking meme” would change your life forever?

Chapter word count: 4.2k

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six // Part Seven // Part Eight

It was a lot easier than expected to extend your stay at your hotel, scheduling your leave for a week later as requested by Tom. Changing your flight was a completely different story, but after a couple of hours and a hefty fine later (that’s what savings were for, right?), everything got sorted. There was a guilt in the pit of your stomach about spending so much money to stay away with a guy you’d been on one date with, but it was all so new and exciting and you just didn’t care. How often did this happen? In your professional life, the odd occasion. In your personal life, absolutely never.

Since your date, the two of you had only managed to see each other for a quick lunch the day after before Tom had to rush off for an interview with Jake. He’d texted you admitting and apologising about his schedule already getting in the way. You’d glanced at the message while you’d settled down in your hotel room with a Chinese takeaway, fully aware that he was enjoying a five star meal on the other side of town with his team. It was difficult and you made it work as much as you could, but there was the thought you’d wasted your time. You even grew the balls to express this to him over the phone on your third night, still yet to physically see him since the very rushed lunch.

“I just feel like I need a break from the city,” Tom said on the other end of the phone.

You sighed. “That’s hardly going to work going by how busy your diary is.” Standing from the edge of the bed, you moved to the large window and looked over the city that never sleeps. From the height you were at, everyone seemed like ants running around in their hectic lives. Somehow it was somewhat peaceful to watch.

“Well I’ll be done for the day in a couple of hours if nothing drastically changes,” came Tom’s reply, coaxing you to look away from a scene of midday road rage down below. “Yeah, that’s what we’ll do. This’ll make up for your shit stay.”

“What? It’s not been-”

“We’ll rent a car and just go somewhere. Stay the night away maybe… I’m not back at work until tomorrow night so it’s doable.”

Stay the night somewhere, just the two of you?

“Okay,” you smiled, absently picking at some paint that was starting to peel away on the windowsill. “Where are we gonna go?”

“We’ll figure that out later. It’ll be awesome! There’ll be no phone calls to interrupt us about work. It’ll just be you and me.”

Your cheeks warmed and a huge grin lit up your face as butterflies fluttered around in your stomach.

“What are your plans for the rest of the day?” he asked. Chattering and laughter could be heard in the background so you assumed he was at the studio for an interview. You’d completely forgotten who was interviewing him. The amount of talk shows and famous names Tom had mentioned had all blurred into one. It was like he was on one constant, never ending interview. At least that’s what it felt like. “I just thought… Yeah, actually, you could do the honours and decide where we go. That’ll be your job.”

“Well I was gonna go on a little photography day out around the city, but I suppose I can blow that off.”

“You know you could have come-”

“Yes, yes, I know, Tom. Maybe another time, yeah?”

Although things had felt like they were moving a million miles an hour between you and Tom (even though, ironically, you’d yet to spend more than an hour together during the last few days), you’d wanted to keep some sort of normality in the beginning of your… Whatever this was. Relationship? Definitely not. That’s why you’d put a hold on meeting his friends and family; it was far too soon for that. Tom’s parents were back home in London with his brothers Sam and Paddy, but Harry and his closest friend Harrison had stayed with Tom to travel around the world on the press junket. There had been so many times during your stay in New York where Tom had suggested you hang out with them, just for an hour or so while his work was quiet and more behind the scenes, but you always said no. You explained you just wanted the time to get to know him first. You kept the other half of the reason to yourself. You wanted to spend time alone with him just to be certain it was worth it, that it had the possibility to go somewhere amazing. That was normal, wasn’t it?

Tom’s sigh was barely audible, but you heard it.

“I’m sorry. Just not yet. Anyway, your driving might be awful and you could kill us off before I get a proper chance,” you murmured, smiling a little to yourself.

“My driving will entirely depend on how annoying you are later, darling.”

You could practically hear the smirk on his face. Giving a loud laugh, you shook your head and moved away from the window, kicking some dirty clothes on the floor into the small pile that had built up in the corner. “Go get back to work. I’ll sort the trip out and I’ll see you later.”

Keeping Tom’s work commitments in mind, you chose Philadelphia. It wasn’t too far a drive in case there was an emergency that meant you’d have to shoot back, and through the extremely limited research you’d done, you’d found an exhibition at The Franklin Institute dedicated to the Marvel Universe. In no way was that the deciding factor when it came to picking the destination. No, not at all.

You weren’t entirely sure how busy Tom would be for the rest of the day, so you went ahead and sorted a car and a cheap hotel too, then quickly sent him a message to explain everything had been booked and he could pay you back by buying dinner on the way over. Again, this was exactly how one spent their savings, wasn’t it? They were for fun, spontaneous trips and not for proper adult things.

It felt as though the rest of the day dragged because you were so excited for the road trip. With your small overnight bag packed, you tried to make the time pass as quickly as possible by pottering around the hotel room; watching whatever was on TV, messaging friends, double and triple checking all the bookings were sorted - anything to make the time fly by. After what felt like an age, Tom texted you to let you know he was outside, having picked up the car.

“Okay, before you say anything, I had no control over what car they gave us,” you said after making your way out of the hotel. You stood there and tried to hold back a laugh at the little red Nissan. It wasn’t exactly the cool convertible you’d fantasised about.

“Next time, I’m in charge of the car,” Tom replied with a chuckle as you slid into the passenger seat, closing the door with a slam. He tossed a wrapped burrito onto your lap.

You brought Google Maps up on your phone and found the hotel before setting it on the dashboard, then dug into your food.

“Philadelphia?” Tom questioned, pulling out onto the road. You couldn’t quite explain what it was, but seeing him driving was hot. The dark t-shirt he was wearing tightened around his arms, showing off his muscles as he gripped the wheel. “What’s in Philadelphia?”

“You’ll see,” you shrugged and gave him a grin, getting a smile from the boy in return.

Admittedly, you hadn’t thought much about how the visit to the Marvel exhibition would go. Yes, you knew that Tom would love it and be insanely interested in everything going on, but you hadn’t actually thought about the attention his presence would attract. He was Spider-Man after all. If he kept his head down and his hat on then hopefully all would be well.

It took longer than expected to get onto the highway, but when you eventually made it onto the smoother road, you relaxed into your seat and wound your window down to get some fresh, exhaust-filled air into the car.

“I haven’t even asked how your day was,” you said, looking over at Tom. His brow furrowed slightly as he focused intently on the road ahead.

“It was fun, always is, but sometimes I just get a bit bored of being asked the same questions over and over,” he replied, quickly casting his eyes your way before moving his attention back to the road.

“Like whether you and Zendaya are dating?” you smirked and caught the slight shake of his head. You weren’t surprised at how fed up he was of those rumours, having suffered with them for the last few years. “Or what it was like filming in your own home land?”

“I wasn’t aware of how much you were keeping up with all my interviews.”

“Well I’ve got to pass the time somehow.”

He chuckled. “I appreciate people have set questions and all, but the more creative ones are always better.” He reached over and fiddled with the radio, pressing a few buttons until it connected with his phone. “Go on, you can be the DJ. No pressure, but this could make or break us.”

“I wasn’t aware there was anything to make or break.” His snort of laughter made you grin and you took his phone to open up Spotify so you could have a nosy through his playlists. “Bit of a Destiny’s Child fan, are you?”

“Isn’t everyone?”

Well you couldn’t argue with that. You took the time to make a quick playlist and queued some songs, mixing it up a little and playing music from old school noughties hits to cheesy pop to classic rock anthems, throwing a bit of Destiny’s Child in there just to make him smile. As the beat of the music hit you, the both of you loosened up and started dancing stupidly in your seats, singing in funny voices to imitate the stars of your childhood. When it came to the first word of Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody bursting through the speakers, you both stopped your movements and instantly joined in, as though part of the band. The ballad started and with that, so did the dramatics. Moving your arms and singing as loudly as you possibly could, you both fought for who would be the next Freddie Mercury and the fact you didn’t have the instruments there in the car didn’t stop you and Tom from playing them in the air - at least as much as he could without taking both hands off the wheel. There wasn’t a care in the world for what cars driving by thought of the couple of weirdos completely going for it. The guitar solo came and you had to admit, you were much better at air guitar than he was, but he could sing the higher notes far better. The music faded and you both burst into laughter.

“Wow, that was… Bad,” Tom laughed, forehead shining with sweat from his performance. “I don’t think you actually hit one note right just then.”

“Alright, Beyoncé,” you giggled and reached over to push his shoulder.

“Well I didn’t get the role of Billy Elliot for no reason,” he grinned cheekily and you laughed loudly before giving him another shove. His grin broadened as he grabbed your hand, holding it tightly. You didn’t pull away. He gave it a squeeze and placed your hand back on your lap, though instead of putting his back on the wheel, he settled it on your knee, where it remained for the rest of the drive.

The sun had just started to lower when you parked up in front of the hotel, casting a golden hue over everything in sight. Tom’s dark eyes sparkled in the light and you caught flecks of hazel in them. They were beautiful. He gave you a warm smile, eyes squinting slightly, and he squeezed your knee one final time before getting out of the car to get the bags.

“Are you going to tell me why we’ve come here yet?” he asked, following you into the hotel.

“You’ll see soon. We’ll just dump our stuff and head out, yeah? You’ll like it, I promise.”

You headed over to the front desk so you could check in. After giving your name and ID, the receptionist found your reservation on the computer. Her brow furrowed ever so slightly. “There seems to be a little bit of a mix up with your room,” she said, looking up and glancing between the two of you. “The room that’s been booked for you is a double room instead of the twin room you requested.”

“Okay, well can it be changed?” you asked and tried not to get too flustered.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am, but all the twin rooms are fully booked.”

“But I booked-”

“It’s okay,” Tom interjected, stepping slightly closer to the desk. He shot the receptionist a smile. “We’ll just have the double. I can sleep in the bath or outside or something,” he chuckled and you shook your head, biting back a smile. Not that you would let it happen, but you knew he one hundred percent would sleep outside in the hall if you asked him to.

Tom picked up your bags and carried them up to the room. Seeing the large double bed with towels rolled up into two swans that connected at the beak to make a heart, your face flamed and you scratched the back of your head awkwardly. “I guess I’ll take the couch,” you murmured and stared at the sorry-looking piece of furniture that Tom tossed the bags onto.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said. “You get the bed.”

“I’m the only one small enough to be able to stretch out on it. For once, it seems you’re actually too tall for something.”

“If you want to talk about our heights, just let me know because I’ve got a whole file up in here filled with jokes about you,” he grinned, tapping the side of his head.

“Wow, a whole file dedicated to me?” you sighed dramatically and placed a hand over your heart. “I’m touched, Tom. Really, I am.”

“Oh piss off,” he laughed and pulled off his hat to fluff his hair up a little, only to then put the cap back on. “Come on, it’s time for you to show me why I had to put up with your horrible singing for the longest two hours of my life.”

To keep things a secret, you took control of the car and drove to the Franklin Institute. With every passing sign for the exhibit or civilian you drove past with some sort of Marvel item of clothing on, you broke into a cold sweat, but Tom didn’t mentioned anything whether he noticed or not. Going by the quiet singing to himself and tapping away on his phone he was doing, he seemed not to catch on, which was great. Even when you pulled up in the parking lot and there was a sign for the exhibit mere meters away from the car, he got out obliviously. You gave a breath of a laugh. God, he was blind.

“Have we come all this way for a museum?” he asked and followed you out of the parking garage. All you did was flash him a grin, giving nothing away.

“Okay, the only thing I’m gonna say is to keep your hat on,” you told him when you walked around to the front of the building. Groups of people of all ages passed by, rushing to get inside or chatting with each other after just leaving the exhibit. You caught a glimpse of Tom, squinting at the taller boy, the setting sun making it almost impossible to see properly. But you saw the confused expression ghost his features after a couple of young children ran between the two of you in Captain America costumes, shield and all.

“[Y/N], where are we?”

You grabbed a hold of his arm and gave it a squeeze, feeling the hard muscles under the skin. “I know you might be a bit sick of work and you wanted a break, but I just couldn’t help myself,” you grinned and gave a laugh when he finally spotted one of the many signs advertising the Marvel exhibit. When he didn’t show immediate signs of elation, you bit your lower lip nervously. Was this a bad idea? “We don’t have to stay if you don’t want to… I’m sure there’s plenty of other things to do here…”

“What? No, no, this is awesome!” Tom assured you and pulled his arm from your grip so he could wrap it around your shoulders. “Sorry, just took me a second to read it properly.” Ah, that explained it. He’d only ever briefly mentioned his dyslexia in passing comments a few times before.

You moved an arm around his waist and tried to ignore your stomach flipping at the warmth his chest brought. “Well just be sure you keep that hat on, Holland.”

Walking along the red carpet, you followed the small crowd into the first room where people fought over to get the best view of Marvel’s first published comic book. Even Tom had to hold himself back from lunging forward to press his nose right up against the glass case. You took photos together in front of the artifacts, pulling faces in a few but gave your best smile for the rest. It was strange being so close to the props and costumes used in the films, even more so due to the fact you were wandering around with one of the stars. As you slowly made your way through the rooms, Tom quietly told you some behind-the-scenes stories of his time on set, including some of the pranks the older guys played on him just because he was the baby of the group. It was near enough impossible not to smile goofily at every word. His excitement and pure adoration for the entire Marvel Universe was adorable.

In the corner of your eye, you spotted a familiar red and blue costume peeking out from the next room. You didn’t think twice about grabbing a hold of Tom’s hand to drag him through to the other area and you didn’t pay attention to the fact he didn’t let go once you’d stopped in front of Spider-Man sculpture hanging upside down from the ceiling. He squeezed your hand, beaming.

“It says it’s life-size, but clearly they’re picturing Spider-Man to be of normal human height,” you teased and he rolled his eyes.

“Again with the height thing?” he questioned, raising a brow. “It’s not like you’re one to talk, short arse.”

You scanned the room quickly and noticed a handful of people looking your way, some even having the nerve to point. You sighed quietly. “Okay, I think this is actually the last room anyway so come on, I’ve got to get a picture of you with this Spider-Man,” you said, giving him a smile. “And then we’ll go before someone starts a scene.”

“I might as well come out of hiding then since we’re going anyway.” Tom took off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair to fix the curls. A few squeals and excited chatter could instantly be heard and you tried your best to ignore it, not wanting to ruin your time together. He stood next to the sculpture and grinned away as you (and fans all around) snapped some photos, laughing softly when he gave a peace sign or pulled the infamous Spider-Man pose, pretending to shoot a web.

“You’re such a poser,” you snorted after he’d finished his mini photoshoot. All Tom could do was laugh before his attention was pulled away by the fans asking for photos and signatures. You even heard someone request he phone their mother. Was it rude to ask them to leave him alone so he could enjoy the rest of his date day with you? Sensing your almost overwhelming need to leave, he caught your eye and then began to say his goodbyes to the small crowd that had built up around him. After a few final waves and a couple of last photographs with some of the younger visitors, he slipped his fingers through yours and left the museum.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t get recognised at all,” you said once you’d set off in the car. Your hand felt cold without his comforting grip. “Although I suppose we can count ourselves lucky it only happened at the end.”

Tom’s grin had yet to leave his face since you’d hurried out of the exhibition and he reached over, placing his hand on your knee. Your skin burned and you craved his touch even more. “I don’t even care. It was really cool! Putting me through your shit singing was more than worth it.”

He talked non-stop the whole drive back to the hotel, speaking animatedly about his favourite props and how much of a Spider-Man fan he’d been as a child. It was heart-warming to know how big of an impact the superhero had on Tom since before he could even speak, and now he was that same character being a huge part of millions of people’s lives.

It was only when Tom opened the door to the room that you remembered the whole double bed situation. As though reading your mind, he grabbed one of the pillows and headed towards the bathroom, but you clutched his arm to stop his movements. “No, don’t be silly, we’ll just share the bed,” you told him and pushed a piece of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. “But you better keep your hands to yourself, Holland.”

After insisting you change into your pyjamas in the bathroom, you came out wearing a One Direction concert t-shirt that was nearly a decade old and had more holes in than members of the band, and a pair of Christmas-patterned shorts. You stopped on the spot when you saw Tom. He’d managed to pack some bottoms, but clearly he had no idea what a t-shirt was. The hard muscles on his stomach made your mouth water. You’d seen him topless the first time you met, but this was different… This was more intimate.

“Just so you don’t feel awkward,” Tom said, pulling your attention away from his abs. He gestured towards the bed where he’d laid the spare pillows down the middle as some sort of soft wall. It wasn’t necessary and that’s what made you feel even more touched at the gesture.

You turned off the lights and climbed into bed with him, the wall of pillows somehow making you feel even closer. He shuffled around to try and get comfortable. You lay on your back, stiff and silent. When he’d rolled over for the seventh time, you gave a sigh and turned on your side. Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness so you could just about see his silhouette. “Okay, I take it back, you can go and sleep in the bath,” you whispered, reaching over the pillows to push his shoulder.

“Sorry, I’m just not used to sleeping next to a wall.”

“It’s hardly a tower of bricks. Deal with it.” Unable to stop yourself, you give him another push just for good measure. He swiftly grabbed your hand and held your arm out so he could easily tickle your armpit, making you squeal with laughter. “You can’t do that!” you giggled and pulled your arm back, keeping it safe and sound on your side of the wall.

“You invaded my territory!”

“Yeah, to shut you up!”

A squeak of surprise came out when a pillow hit you right in the face. Being the mature adult you were, the only way to react was obviously to hit him back. He laughed and tried to move out of the way when you went to whack him again, though the groan he released gave a clear indication that the target had been hit. With barely enough time to celebrate, he’d pounced. His fingers dug into your sides, tickling you mercilessly, and you laughed loudly, squirming beneath him. You reached out blindly and tried to get him back, to find his weak spot. He yelped and you laughed triumphantly as you went to tickle his ribs again. His hands grabbed yours and pinned them to the bed beside your head. He moved his body on top of yours to keep you from jumping at the first chance you got to tickle him again

Then you stopped.

The only sound breaking the tense silence was your uneven panting. Your chests rose and fell heavily. Your legs had somehow tangled and his hot breath tickled your skin, causing goosebumps to rise all over your body. His grip loosened on your wrists and he swallowed thickly before tentatively leaning down, hand moving to lightly cup your jaw and tilt your head up higher. His lips pressed against yours in a gentle kiss.

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imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul · 5 years

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Famous Flame - Peter Parker

Demi Lovato Prompt #5 Listen Here: La La Land

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader Word Count: 1,673 Synopsis: Reader is an actress studying Peter’s high school for an upcoming movie. They both have secret identities, but they’re keeping an entirely different secret about their feelings from each other.

No Endgame spoilers, either!

“What kind of high school aged person has to study a high school to know how to act like a high schooler?” Peter asked as MJ shoved her books in her locker.

“I have no idea. It’s supposed to be kept quiet, too. Once the movie is out, she’s supposed to become one of the biggest teen stars, but right now we have to keep it under wraps.”

“Okay, but how do you know all of this?”

“I’m class president. She’s coming here as a new student, and I’m in charge of showing her around. But since I’m too busy,” she said, closing her locker, “I’m passing that duty on to my best friend.”

“What makes you think I’m not busy?” She squinted her eyes at him, making Peter sigh. “Fine.”

“Great. She’s meeting us at lunch. Try not to embarrass-”

“I’m not going to embarrass you.”

“I was gonna say yourself, but good, don’t embarrass me either,” she said, patting his shoulder as she walked off towards class.

Three hours later, Peter walked into the cafeteria and found MJ and Ned sitting at their regular table with a new person. As Peter walked over, you looked up at him with a smile that made Peter forget even his name.

“Hi,” you said.

“Y/N, this is Peter,” MJ said, glaring at Peter. “Peter!”

“Hi! Sorry, sorry.” He held out his hand and you shook it with a smile.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, yeah, you too.”

“Peter, sit. Stop being weird,” MJ said. You laughed softly, and it was a good thing that Peter was already sitting next to you because his knees were about to give out.

“MJ says you’ll be showing me around the school,” you said, looking over at him.

“Yeah, it’s no problem.”

“I appreciate it. I know it seems silly, but the Netflix people want to make sure I know a genuine high school experience.”

“What kind of high school do you go to now?” Ned asked.

“I mostly get tutors to come in because I’ve been traveling around so much.”

“Have you been in anything we would have seen?”

“I’ve only had a couple of guest starring spots on a couple of TV shows but this movie with Netflix is the first thing I’ve been the lead in.”

“That’s awesome!” Ned exclaimed.

“Thanks!” you said, giggling softly. “So, what are your after school plans, Peter?”

“Oh, uh, nothing much.”

“Cool. Mind if I tag along? I have some questions to bounce off of you.” Peter choked on his sandwich as MJ kicked his shoe.

“Sure.”

“Great,” you said, touching his bicep gently. “I’ll meet you after class?”

“Sure,” he said again, his voice cracking just slightly.

You waited for thirty minutes after school, but eventually, it was clear that either Peter had forgotten or blown you off. Starting school for the first time in the middle of a semester was a stressful experience, so you decided to treat yourself to a milkshake to make this day a little better.

As you sat down in the nearest McDonald’s with your chocolate milkshake, you saw a flash of red outside the window, and instantly wondered if you had just seen the famous Spider-Man. A few moments later, Peter walked into the McDonalds, panting slightly.

“Y/N, I am so sorry,” he said, sitting across from you in the booth.

“Why are you sorry?”

“I didn’t mean to bail on you, just something came up.”

“That’s alright,” you said, setting your milkshake down, letting out a sigh, “I realize it’s stupid that I know nothing about a normal high school, I’ve just lived a very weird life. I’m always flying all over the city, it’s hard to find someone to understand.”

“I understand.”

“No,” you said with a laugh, “You don’t. And it’s okay.”

“I do, though.”

“Do people go around shoving cameras in your face, hoping to catch you in your worst moment?” Peter’s face changed slightly, and for a second you wondered if he did know what you were feeling. “Peter?”

“No, but I also like to come here when I’ve had a bad day.” You smiled and Peter excused himself to go get himself a milkshake as well. “I am surprised to find you here, though.”

“Why?”

“I thought famous people were supposed to be health nuts.” You laughed and took a lengthy sip of your milkshake, making him laugh.

“Well, I’m not a supermodel. I still eat McDonald's.” Peter smiled at you, making slight butterflies rise in your stomach.

“So that’s your co-star?” Peter asked as you took a seat next to him, watching the man who would be your romantic interest in your upcoming movie greet fans at the door to your cafeteria. The decision to film the movie at this school came two weeks after your first day, so not only did you get to film here, you got to actually study here, too. (Much to the delight of both you and Peter)

“Well, since I’m such a nobody, they wanted someone famous to star with me.”

“You’re not a nobody,” Peter said under his breath. He seemed to be embarrassed by the fact that Ned and MJ were around. Since starting here, you and Peter spent nearly every day together and had developed a new kind of relationship.

“Alright, perk up, he’s coming this way,” you said, nudging his shoulder.

“Don’t look so nervous,” Peter said, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“I’m confident, but I still have my moments,” you said, standing up shakily as you introduced yourself to your co-star again, and to your group of friends.

“Are you okay?” MJ whispered as your co-star sat down on the other side of you, shamelessly flirting with you.

“I’m fine,” Peter responded, focusing on his tater tots. MJ raised her eyebrow at him but didn’t question him any more. At the end of lunch, you all stood, and Peter turned towards you, as the two of you often walked to your biology class together.

“Ready to go?” he asked.

“Actually, I was just going to head out early with Noah to get ready for our next scene.”

“Yep, the prom kiss scene,” he said, grinning in a way that made Peter want to web him to the cafeteria floor.

“I’ll text you tonight?” you said as Noah put a hand on your back, leading you out of the cafeteria.

“Yeah, sure.”

It took another month and a half of shooting until you were finally done with filming. It was an exciting and stressful time, particularly because Peter never seemed to want to talk. You had been so close, up until Noah came to film your scenes together.

It was the night before your first press junket when you finally saw him again. You were panicking about what was going to happen and only wanted to talk to him. You went to his apartment, but May said that he had left an hour or so ago. You called him a few times, but the longer he didn’t answer, the more stressed you got.

Not wanting to go back home, you walked up to his rooftop, craving some fresh air. You sat on the ledge of the roof, looking out over the city. You loved New York, you didn’t want to move back to LA. Just as you were reaching the climax of your career crisis, you heard a thud behind you.

“Shit,” Spider-Man said, creating a web string to fly off the building.

“Wait!” you called, walking over to him, just as he dropped back onto the roof.

“What can I do for you, citizen?” he said in a deep voice that sounded fake.

“Well, truthfully, I could use some advice.”

“I’m not sure I’m the best-”

“Please,” you said, reaching for his gloved hand. He shrugged and took a seat next to you on the building’s ledge.

“So, what can I do for you, citizen?”

“Well, I have this problem. It’s always been my dream to be an actress, and I just got to shoot my first movie.”

“That doesn’t sound like a problem.”

“It shouldn’t be, but if I want to continue this career, I’d have to move out to LA. Permanently.”

“Oh,” he said, his voice dropping to its normal octave. “Why don’t you want to move?”

“I don’t think I’ll fit there. I want to wear Converse with all of my dresses, not foot breaking high heels. Plus, I love the city, and there’s someone here that makes me love it even more. Even if he’s been a dick the last few days.”

“Oh? Who is this person.”

“My friend, Peter. He’s a nerd, but a total sweetheart. I really like him, and I think he likes me, too, but he hasn’t spoken to me in weeks.”

“Maybe he felt like your affection lied somewhere else.”

“Well, you said, scooting closer to the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, “If he would just look, he would see that my co-star is a complete bone head and an asshole. He’s not my type at all.”

“Well, I’m not sure I can help you anymore, citizen. Maybe you should just tell your friend how you feel.”

“I just did,” you said, smiling at him. He stuttered over a response as you grabbed the mask at his neck and pulled it off.

“How did you know?” he asked quietly.

“I know how people live double lives, and you’re horrible at making excuses.” He smiled and took your hand, smiling. “So, Peter, tell me do you feel the way I feel?”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding his head. You smiled and leaned in to kiss him, running your hand through his soft hair. When he pulled away, he was grinning so cutely that you had to kiss him again.

“Did I help you with your problem?” he asked, helping you to stand up.

“I won’t change anything in my life. I’m staying myself, and in New York. For now.”

“Good,” he said, pulling you back into his strong arms.

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