stars - peter parker drabble
character: peter parker (tom holland, marvel)
summary: peter always knows how to make the reader feel grounded, especially when she’s having a hard time doing so herself.
“The sky is so beautiful tonight.”
Laying on the grass on the field far away from her house, the school, her parents, and her friends is where Peter finds her, barely acknowledging anything but the way the stars radiate light from the sky. She does that, sometimes, run away, because everything somehow seems too much in such short amount of time that (Y/N) feels like she needs to run away, yet this strange boy, her best friend, always seems to find her wherever she runs off to. His steps falter for a second, fondly getting lost on the daydreaming like look on her face and wonders how the hell did he get lucky enough to fall in love with someone like her.
“Yeah,” he agrees, throat dry and so much more meaning behind his simple phrase as his eyes travel over her relaxed figure.
“I mean, look at the stars, Pete,” (Y/N) doesn’t seem to be aware of his silent struggle to keep his cool as she aims her hand to the dark, starlit sky. In this such secluded part of New York, away from the city lights, the small glimmers of light seem to shine brighter than ever, yet Peter still can’t look away from what he considers is the brightest star he’s ever seen shine. “Did you know that the most massive stars are the shortest lived? You would think that something such incredibly substantial part of the universe would get to live through it all, but apparently stars fade away, too.”
Her tone is melancholic, as if she herself were once a star that joined the others in the sky but had so suddenly lost its light and got sent to live its afterlife down on earth. Peter doesn’t miss this, in fact, he’s one of the only people that usually notices when (Y/N)’s feeling like this: desolated, downhearted. Like all faith in the world and the people living in it had been erased completely.
Peter frowns and ignores the big, flashy, red warning sign that fires up in his head when he walks to (Y/N) and lays down next to her, sighing contently at the feeling of the fresh grass against his spine and his shoulder brushing hers.
“What happens next, huh?” she asks, quieter this time, as if it were a secret she’s afraid to share. “I- I mean, where do stars go after they’re gone?”
“They become space dust,” Peter eventually whispers back, deciding against a big, scientific explanation and settling for what he believes is what she wants to hear. “But they’re never really gone, I think. The dust lingers among the other stars.”
“Do you think that’s cause the stars know we’re still watching?” (Y/N) turns her head, the grass tickling her cheek as she looks at Peter with wide eyes that could hold all the stars in themselves, and he just gulps. He doesn’t dare to stare back, but instead, finds her hand with his and boldly, though still slowly enough to let her out of it is she wants to, intertwines his fingers in the slots of hers, bringing their now joined hands up to his chest and laying them where his heart is beating erratically, and sighs.
“Maybe,” it’s lame, he knows, but she hasn’t let go of his hand yet and his brain is working slower than it is used to. He also realizes in the split of a second that he can’t give her what she wants, pretty words that reassure her that she will never feel alone. Peter can’t promise that because he personally knows that everybody feels lonely at least once in their lives, but what he can promise is that he’d do his best (he has been trying his best since he met her, (Y/N) has never made him feel like it’s not enough) to make her feel as accompanied and loved and reassured that the universe know what it’s doing with their lives. It’s all he can do for her. “Maybe they don’t want to leave you, to give up on us. Want to make sure you’re not alone or feel so. Maybe they just want to look after you.”
(Y/N) ponders on that, shifts around so her head is laying on Peter’s shoulder yet she can still keep staring at the stars.
“They should stay,” she decides, as if it were her call and they were actually talking about the stars, though in the way her breath feels hot against Peter’s neck and her voice is softer, less melancholic, let the boy know that the talk about stars was long over. Instead, she’s looking at him now, with the same amazement and fond she had been looking at the stars when he found her. Yet it’s not dazed off, unsettled, or with her mind lost in the stars. It’s right there, with him. “I seem to feel less off track when they’re around.”
hi! i wanted to make my first piece published here on tumblr was a spiderman drabble because i’m way too in love with peter parker and spiderman: homecoming comes out tomorrow in my country! also, i apologize in advanced if there are any errors, i finished this around midnight and wanted it in my queue as soon as possible, and english isn’t my first language but i’m doing my best.
thoughts? you are all welcome to request anything from the same prompt list for any of the fandoms i write for! thanks for reading, guys. seriously, it means a lot, let me know what you liked, not liked…
thanks again! love,