peter parker/tom holland imagines

two of them in the same day | p.p.

tw: assault, making out, chicken burrito bowl? oh and moody ass y/n

the rain poured down, sparing no mercy on the citizens on new york. rainy days like this were common, as well as the controversy on liking those days or not.

y/n dragged herself down the sidewalk, keeping her eyes fixed on the ground. the black umbrella she had was right above her head, shielding her from the water.

believe it or not, but not everyone new how to cook a meal, even if they were fresh out of college. lucky for her, she had a roomie who did that for her at college. in return, of course, she was in charge of all the laundry. because no one does stuff for free.

one way or another, y/n needed to eat. her cooking skills weren't really top pier, and so she was reduced to buying microwaveable dinners, which is what she was getting now.

this was really making her sound like a sad 22 year old.

was it the smartest idea to walk around at 2 in the morning looking around for something to eat? no. no, it wasn't. all y/n had on her was a pen, phone, and wallet.

not even like, pepper spray. maybe she could stab someone with her umbrella if they tried to pull something.

the loud honking of the cars filled her ears, a blaring noise that she couldn't block out. she walked on autopilot, avoiding puddles and all, but not really taking in what was around her.

it was the same route that she walked once every week, just to get basic needs. no, she wasn't rich. it wasn't a surprise to most of her friends when she said no to certain trips and vacations to go on with them.

her parents weren't of any help, and neither were any of her "friends." never mind, she kinda was a sad 22 year old.

she sighed hopelessly at the reality of her life. y/n thought of herself as lucky to be able to afford what she needed. she had just enough. she stopped in front of a 7/11, pushing the door open, she stepped inside.

the gas station was much better than whatever was going on outside. except it was a little cold. but stations were aways cold. she hummed as she walked over to the frozen food, scanning the items.

"pizza? mm... nah. isn't there anything healthier?" she mumbled to herself. most of the fridges were empty, to her utter dismay.

y/n didn't notice the brunette that had stopped in his tracks to look at her. the way her hair was effortlessly styled, bouncing on her shoulders. how her brows were knitted together tightly, and her e/c eyes practically glowed as they looked around, all these things had him hopelessly staring.

he really, really, couldn't help it when he brought the camera up to his eye, zooming in.

click.

y/n was more focused on not starving to death at the moment. the man walked over to her, she didn't know it, but he was here for the same reason as her.

they both laid eyes on the most delectable, if you could even call it that, meal in the fridge. a microwaveable chicken burrito bowl. he opened the fridge door and both their hands reached for it, touching.

he, on instinct, moved his hand, allowing y/n to grab the box.

"uh... there's only one," he started.

"yeah, and i grabbed it first," y/n interrupted. normally she wasn't this rude, but hunger does things.

"well, miss, i kinda need this. i don't really have anything at home."

she pitied him momentarily before realizing that she was also in the same situation.

"uh-huh. me too."