Word Count: 14K+ Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader Summary: After failing your Algebra test you have to ask Peter Parker– one of the best students– to be your tutor. As you get to know each other better, feelings begin to develop between the two of you. Warnings: None. A/N: This is one of the most common tropes and let me tell ya: I haven’t got one single regret. I kept characters nameless and generic because I don’t want to mess up the characterization of the Homecoming characters– but I’ll probably update this fic when it comes out to make it fit better in that universe. [F/N] stands for Full Name in case you don’t realize it.
You stare at the giant red F on your test and you feel your stomach clenching, because you studied so much for this test and it still wasn’t enough. The bell rings and your classmates stand up, rushing out of the room to get out as soon as possible– but you stay behind, putting everything on your backpack slower than usual. Once everyone is out you walk to your teacher and take a deep breath before coughing to get her attention.
“Ah, [Y/N]. I was thinking you were going to talk to me after class.” She says with a warm smile and that makes you feel worse– because she’s an incredible teacher and person and she tried so hard with you, but no matter how much effort comes from both of you the fact that you are a big class with many students is a guarantee that she just won’t be able to give you all the attention you need to fully understand what you have to do.
You smile back but it’s only half-hearted– and she sighs and joins her hands on top of her desk.
“You can take a make-up test in two weeks– and that’s the best I can do to help you work out a solution for your grade.” You feel your soul returning to your body and let out a sigh of relief, because not everything is lost.
“Thank you so much. I really tried but Algebra is just so hard for me–” You say apologetically and she lifts up a hand, shaking her head.
“I know you did. You’re a good student, [Y/N]. I know that. Which is why I have a suggestion for you– to help you understand Algebra better.”
“Yes! Anything, really.” You respond eagerly, nodding.
“A tutor. A student who has no problem with the subject and can explain things to you one on one– someone you can ask any questions you possibly have how many times you want.”
“I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of that. Well… I guess it’s because I only know two people who are good at Algebra, and they have way too much on their plates for me to ask them to tutor me on top of that. So, do you know about anyone I can ask?” You ask with a hopeful smile, while wracking your brain to try and remember which students in other classes are good at Algebra– but you’ve never cared enough to find out so you come up empty. Your teacher grins and nods.
Jared took a moment to think, and you held your breath in the green room, watching on the screen.
“One of the funny bloopers actually didn’t make the, uh, the gag reel,” Jared replied, and you instantly knew you were done for.
He cleared his throat, already smiling as he began to tell the story that you would never live down.
“So y’all know my gorgeous fiancée joined the cast this year.”
That got a cheer from the crowd, and you bristled with pride before you realised he was about to publicly embarrass you.
“Well y’all probably also know that, while filming, she’s been losing some weight before our wedding,” he continued. “She wants to feel beautiful in her dress, and even though she knows I think she’s gorgeous, she’s doing it to make her happier. Anyway, that’s just backstory. So Y/N’s character still wears the same kind of clothes, and she refuses to try other sizes on until she’s 100% certain they’ll fit.”
A few sniggers went around the room, people guessing where the story was headed.
“So yeah, she was wearing these pants that were at least one size too big, and we had to run, like, really run,” he started giggling, making the crowd laugh already. “And they fell down her thighs, and she fell right on her face.”
The crowd erupted in laughter and Jared had to shake his head, not finished yet.
“She wasn’t hurt, she was fine, but she was- she was wearing-” he was giggling too hard, “These joke panties Jensen got her as an engagement present, that said- they said- ‘If lost, return to JarPad’s lap’.”
The laughter doubled in volume as Jared doubled over in giggles.
“They caught it on camera, so we have the picture up in every single trailer,” he said once he’d calmed down. “We laugh about it now, but she was so pissed about it at the time.”
“She’s gonna be even more pissed now you’ve told all of us,” the fan commented, and he nodded, scratching the back of his neck.
Request: Hello, I really love your writing!! And I also really miss Matt the radar technician! So I was wondering if you can write a modern!matt where the reader and him are close friends that have feelings for each other and she sticks up for him bc he gets picked on. Idk something like that. But yeah! You always know how to make your stories amazing! Thank you!!
A/N: I’m so glad I received Matt requests bc I miss that son of a bicth……thank you, anon, for the request! Enjoy :) [gif not mine]
Word Count: 2.5K+
Matt was, what you called, your average ‘nerd’. His glasses were as big as his head, the silver rims and thick lenses that hugged his nose. His attire was always neat and in place–although the opposite went for his bright blond hair. Now that was a mess. It was hard to keep the curls looking nice. Brushing them weren’t an option and neither was jelling it, so he let it be.
Request (anon): Seb is not that into wedding planning as the reader?
A/N: I had to slightly change the request. I feel like Seb’s the ‘give his girl the wedding of her dreams’ kinda guy, but that he would most definitely be helpful in the process. So, instead, he’s just too tired to be as helpful as usual? Either way, hope you guys like it
Attempting to keep his focus, Sebastian reaches forward for his nearly empty glass of wine. As he finishes it off, he realizes the drink might not mix well with his exhaustion.
In all honesty, he is not quite certain what the exact topic of conversation is but he knows it is surrounding a wedding. His wedding to be exact. After a sixteen hour day, including a flight home after a day of press, Sebastian was ready to crawl into his bed. A bed he hasn’t laid down in for three months. Yet, he finds himself seated at a table in a crowded restaurant trying to make sense of the different flower arrangements being thrown around.