peter parker/tom holland imagines

right next door // part one | p.p.

ahhhh new series! (still taking requests btw)

summary: you move in right next door to a cutie, problem is, he isn't much of a talker. or anything at all. but it's okay, because you're dead-set on getting him to warm up to you.

warnings: mean peter :(

pairing: peter parker x fem!bubbly!reader

word count: 1.9k+ words

you scowled under your breath, absolutely frustrated.

"if you want us to take the boxes up to the fifth level, you're going to have to pay us extra," the man spoke, arms crossed. the movers you had hired looked to be twins, around the age of 30, perhaps? they had heavy accents and took you to be a gullible female if they believed that you'd pay an additional 25 dollars for that.

"look, i included the information about my flat being on the fifth floor, and despite having that knowledge, you took this job. i am not paying you extra, so how about you do this right, okay?" you scoffed in disbelief; you didn't know that moving into a new apartment would be so difficult. all you wanted was for these insufferable men to take your stuff to your flat so you could finally relax.

finally breathe, because you hadn't gotten any "you" time since you made the decision to move into a whole new state, which you were starting to regret now.

no, no, independence is always worth it.

probably.

either way, it was nice to get away from your overbearing parents that were currently all the way over in florida.

"lady, we don't got all day, so either pay up, or-"

"i'll take it from here," a male voice interjected. you looked over to see a brunette, with honey-brown colored eyes and a perfectly sculpted face.

perfectly sculpted.

perfectly.

you'd seen him a couple times when checking out the building. he lived in e11, which was part of the reason you'd moved into e12, right next door. there wasn't anything wrong with wanting a god for a neighbor, right?

that was a rhetorical question, of course there wasn't anything wrong with it.

after poking around (begging your landlord for his name and room number), you found out that he was peter parker from e11.

you watched him walk over and raise an eyebrow at the men, who stood unmoving. "i said we got it from here."

"you her boyfriend or something?"

"and what would it be to you?" peter adjusted his position to where his arms were crossed, shirt tight and muscles flexed.

okay, so it wasn't just his face that was perfectly sculpted.

the men exchanged eye contact and shook their heads, sighing. you stuck your tongue out at them, despite the fact they were already walking out the door, backs facing you.

you called out, "and that's one star for you guys on yelp!"

brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, you looked back at peter, who was already picking up a box. "oh, hey, you don't have to do that. i'm sure i'll manage."

"it's okay. i don't mean to underestimate your strength, but these boxes aren't very light."

"yes, but-... are you sure? i don't want to burden you with this."

he glanced at you, balancing a box on top of the one he was holding, "it's no burden. unless you don't want my help, which is a different story altogether."