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“Vecna is misunderstood,” I say into the mic. The crowd boos. I begin to walk off the stage in shame. “No, she’s right.” Says the voice from the back of the hall. I turn to look, there stands Jamie Campbell Bower himself

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I’m with the sk8er boy

tasm!peter parker x gender neutral reader fluff

Description: peter notices the reader watching him in the skatepark and teaches them to skateboard

Warnings: my first time writing a fanfic, not proofread I’m fr just typing whatever occurs as the thoughts run, compliments used: pretty and adorable

You’d always loved skateboards, for some reason just looking at them excited and intrigued you. You would never dare step on one yourself though. No that was far too dangerous. Besides nowadays you’re not so interested in the skateboards anymore… more so the skateboarder. Everyday you’d stare at Peter Parker rolling across his board through the school hallways and everyday you’d witness him be told time and time again to keep the board off the ground. You never understood why he was always so alone, a gorgeous, smart, skater boy like him receiving no attention just didn’t add up to you. Perhaps everyone else at school was just like you , too shy to approach him? No, you’re sure it’s just about popularity rubbish. So what if he’s a nerd and so what if everyday he comes to school wearing the same baggy clothed outfits and tatted sneakers. You could tell there was something about that boy that was truly special on the inside, and the outside wasn’t too bad either.

On the way home from school you decided to go for a walk down past the skatepark. Sometimes you just liked to watch the skaters do their tricks, and maybe capture a couple of photos too. But today you saw Peter there and he was actually doing pretty good. Despite being a skater he would often end up falling after every attempted trick. But as if by magic he was a total pro. You watched him doing flips down the ramps and everything. Until suddenly you spotted him catch your gaze and start to walk towards you.

“If you take a picture it’ll last longer.” If you weren’t looking up at him right now you’d probably still be able to tell he was smirking from the tone of his voice.

“Huh? Oh I’m sorry I- I just love skateboarding.”

“You board?”

“N-no I just- I think it’s cool when other people do it.”

Peter stood over you and smiled and gave you a look that made you feel as if every inch of your body was under analysis.

“I could teach you”

Your eyes wide, mouth agape, “I don’t know about that I- I mean I’ve never even stood on a board what if I fall-“

“I won’t let you fall.” As Peter looked down at you, if he wasn’t so cute the look in his eyes and amused smirk would certainly be perceived as patronising.

You reluctantly nodded your head and stood as his hand reached for yours.

“I’m y/n by the way.”

“Yeh, yeh I know you’re in my chemistry class you seat 2 seats away from me.”

“You noticed?”

“Of course I noticed you.”

You thought you could hear him mumble the word pretty under his breath, or maybe that was just wishful thinking. You flashed him an appreciative smile then your gaze flashed down to his board. He noticed your worried expression.

“Your boards a little uh.. broken. Are sure this is safe.”

“Oh uh yeh um… I accidentally dropped it down the stairs. But it’s fine I promise it still works, just trust me you won’t get hurt.”

You have a thoughtful look before confirming “I trust you.”

Peter walked you over to the emptiest spot in the skatepark and placed down the split-in-half skateboard between the two of you.

“Just place your foot on the board.” He delicately grabbed your hands, his touch so soft yet firm, you feel as if you could be riding the board on top of the Empire State Building and still be safe with Peter.

With your feet on the board he gently guides you across the pavement, to get you eased up I suppose.

“You ok?” He asks looking back up at you from your feet.

“Yeh this is fun.” You’re not sure if you mean the motion of being moved from side to side slowly on a skateboard or having your hands held in Peter’s so delicately feeling his presence intoxicate your rational thoughts. Gosh you wish you could just kiss him now.

“Ok let’s start the lessons shall we, now put one foot on the floor and push.”

“You do as he says hesitantly, placing your foot on the ground you look back at him with an unsure glance.”

“It’s just gonna make you roll a bit you’ll be fine, I’ve got you.”

With that comment you push your foot and start to go, Peter was serious about having you he hasn’t let go of your hand once, following you along as you roll across the skatepark.

Peter stills you and you jump off the board, with your hand still in his, “That was so fun Peter!”

Again you feel as if he’s analysing you entirely with his gaze as he stands there and smiles at you staring.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer.”, you repeat mockingly.

“Huh sorry sorry it’s just uh-“

“Just what?”

“I-it’s nothing.”

“Tell me Peterrrrrr.”

“It’s just you’re adorable.”

You managed to here the compliment despite it being spoke no clearer than a mumble, and if you weren’t smiling before you definitely were now.

“So are you.” You and Peter stood in silence, thinking, looking into the others eyes. To some it was probably occurring far too long to avoid awkwardness.

“Let me walk you home?” You gave Peter a nod and placed your hand in his again, you wonder if you’ll start to hang out at school now, maybe come to the skatepark together again, maybe you’ll exchange numbers, but for now you just want to enjoy the softness and care of his hand in yours.