peter parker/tom holland imagines

seven minutes | p.p.

an update?? gasp

it's like angsty but fluffy and it has a good ending (ish) so-

summary: you and peter get shoved into a closet together, but it doesn't go the way you though it would.

warnings: crying? maybe cursing, mentions of sex, kissing/making out

pairing: peter parker x reader

word count: 1.2+ words

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why were you here? why on earth did you think this would be a good idea?

here you were, at some high school party with you best friend. and you know, it would be more bearable if your best friend hadn't disappeared in a room somewhere to fuck with some guy she just met.

but what can you do?

and, it's crazy, on top of it all, you've been pulled into a games of seven minutes.

so, and you can't stress this enough, why were you here?

you heard laughing and screaming, and it was only then that you registered the fact that the bottle had landed on you.

oh god.

"hah! poor y/n, stuck in a room with penis parker."

"pen—?" ohhh. peter parker.

oh.

peter parker.

you cheeks heated up slightly and you could feel your whole face burn. your heart jumped at the thought of being with peter in a small closet for seven whole minutes with him. okay, so maybe this party wouldn't completely suck?

turning your head to look at him, you tried reading his face. it was blank and it seemed... it seemed like he was disappointed. or that he would be literally anywhere else but here. you stood up anyways, walking over to said closet, peter en-suite.

you were barely in when flash and some other kid slammed the door close, causing you to flinch.

peter stayed, and you noticed this, as far away as possible from you as he could. he was pushed up against the wall, hands tucked behind him. you turned on the flashlight on your phone, putting it face down on the floor to illuminate the closet. you sat down on the floor, your knees pulled up to your chest quietly.

after you were somewhat settled in, you looked over to peter. his lips were pressed together, and he was looking at the ground.

you did a quick breath check, just... just in case.

but it did not, at all, seem like he wanted to kiss you. or be here with you in general.

"um, hi," you tried, clearing your throat awkwardly.

"hey."

after a moment, "sorry."

peter glanced at you, "for what?"

"uh— well, you don't seem too happy about this. whi-which is fine. that's fine. obviously, you don't know me, and i don't know you. and i don't have your schedule memorized, because that's creepy and weird and i should stop talking, right?"

"no, it's got nothing to do with you. trust me, if i'm in here, i'm glad it's with you," he smiled kind of, and your stomach did a little flip.

"i didn't know you were a party guy."

he shrugged, "didn't know you were either. and i'm not."

"same. i'm here because my friend dragged me here. and then she ditched me."