So I have a little idea for elsewhere
university (forgive the pov switching)
Somewhere in the library, there is a legendary book. If you are in the greatest
emotional distress you will ever feel in your time at the university (How the
book Knows isn’t certain but then again nothing ever really is), you will find
yourself slouching into the library and looking along the shelves. Not
searching for anything in particular, just something good to read.
You pick one, not to thin and not too thick, off of the dusty shelf. The jacket
feels slightly soft, like the nose of a stuffed animal once most of the
velveteen is rubbed off.
You sit down right there in the middle of the aisle, lean your back against a
cart, and begin to read. As soon as your finger touches the title page, you
feel all of the anxiety pulling out like the tide, a wave of calm rushing over
you as you begin to read.
Hours go by. People move around you, not even noticing you’re there. Any
classes you missed were cancelled that day.
Some time later, you’re at the final page. You know that soon you will have to
go back to the real world now, and that your break is over.
Resigned, you take a deep breath and put the book back on the shelf. You know
you will miss it, but there’s nothing you can do, and you’ve heard too many
stories of those who would try and abuse the magic here.
With a sudden pop, you can hear movement again. You hadn’t even noticed the
students walking by you, or the whispering in the next row. You shake your
head, fondly caressing the cover one last time.
You walk out of the library with a much lighter heart than when you came in,
ready to face whatever drove you here in the first place.
No student has ever found the book twice, and it’s constantly changing place.
What the contents are varies wildly from person to person; from favorite
childhood storybooks to long lost books (forgotten underneath a chair or on a
picnic table somewhere on campus) to family photo albums that may have never
even existed in the first place.
It’s rumored that during one of the many book-burning eras that the university
has lived through, one of the librarians enchanted the book to promote reading,
but no one is really sure.
All they know is that it’s nice to have a word of hope in the darkness.
There was a girl at Elsewhere once, they called her Ránaí. She was a music major who loved the old places of the world with all her heart. She sang to the crows and wrote music to play outdoors. She drew attention, and she responded as best she could. She left offerings outside the door, mixed iron dust into her nail polish and lipstick, set thick salt lines around herself and her possessions, and every movement clinked with iron pieces hidden under her clothes.
She was careful, so careful. She had to be.
Ránaí was a student of the Forbidden major. She attended every possible meeting, wearing a steel bucket over her head with eyeholes cut out. It was iron enough for belief to make up the difference. Ránaí wanted to speak to the Gentry – not in English, nor even in Irish, the language of their old haunts. She wanted to speak to the Gentry as the Gentry spoke.
So she made a deal.
She went into the forest one night, with her bucket on her head and her clothes laden with nails and washers and salt packets.
She came back, and no one understood her.
The sounds that issued from her mouth blackened her tongue and shriveled her teeth. Those who listened felt their ears burn – then blister – then bleed.
Ránaí’s teachers stopped calling on her. She stopped coming to class. Her roommate reported her missing a week after that. Sometimes, if you go too deep into the forest, you will hear snatches of impossible sounds that make your ears burn. Turn back – the years have not been kind, and she knows where you are now. Unless you have Favor, only the mockery of the crows can save you from the Singer.
Request: can u do a peter parker/spider man imagine where the reader is a nerdy girl whos nose is always in a book and one day shes talking with her friends about spiderman and they run into each other or smth and the cute books falling thing happens and peter does everything he can to flirt with her and ask her out
No spoilers (i don’t think there are spoilers)
AN: I don’t think I proof read this very well
The bell rang to signal the next class. Everyone in Y/N’s class stood up and rushed to the hallways, but Y/N got up slowly, too focused with the book in her hands. She picked up the rest of her books that were on her desk, holding them against her hip and headed towards the door. She finished the page she was on before focusing on the hurdle of bodies in the hallway.
Y/N reached her locker, her friend already standing there waiting for her. “Hey Y/N. How was history?” Michelle asked. Y/N shrugged her shoulders, “Same as usual, I guess. I finished my work early so I had time to get farther in my book.” Michelle chuckled, making Y/N give her a questionable look.
“Which one?” Her friend questioned, pointing to the set of books in Y/N’s arms.
She smiled, wiggling one of the books in her hand, with a smile on her face. She then went on and gave her a non spoiler review of the book, in case she wanted to read it. Y/N opened her locker to place her history textbook inside. “So,” Michelle started, “have you seen that video of Spider-Man on YouTube?”
Y/N raised a brow while she grabbed a few notebooks and a couple more books to carry and read through out the day, “Well, I don’t know which one you’re talking about but, I probably have.” She scoffed at herself, slamming her locker shut and moving to walk to lunch.
“Of course you have. Because you can’t have a crush on someone and NOT stalk them,even if nobody knows what they look like.” Michelle said sarcastically, watching the people in front of her bolt to their next class. Y/N lightly shoved her friend, stopping in the middle of the hallway.
Michelle stopped a few steps in front of her, “What?” She asked bluntly. The number of people in the hallway faded out, but the pair took their time to get to lunch.
“I,I don’t have a crush on Spider-Man.” Y/N scoffed trying to defend herself. Michelle rolled her eyes, “You’re kidding, right? You are totally are in love with him, you never stop talking about him. He’s the only guy I ever hear you talk about, besides Pe-he who shall not be named.“she corrected herself, remembering their code name, "You’re crazy about him.”
Y/N sighed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. But how could I not like him?” She muttered biting her lip. “I’m gathering that this is no longer about Queens’ web slinger?” Michelle questioned. Y/N looked down, nodding her head.
Y/N’s friend sighed, “If it makes you feel better, I saw him staring at you at the Academic Decathlon team meeting yesterday.”
Y/N crinkled her nose in disbelief, “Really? Everyone knows that he liked Liz, so why wasn’t he staring at her?” Maybe there was something on my face or my clothes looked odd to him. She didn’t want to get her hopes up. Michelle nodded her head, “But he was staring for a really long time. Besides I don’t think he likes her anymore though. ”
Before the conversation could continue, the two rounded a corner but, Y/N was met with the back of Peter Parker. “What are you-Oh shit,” He said as he turned around to see all of her books fall.
“I am so sorry, my friend kind of bumped into me.” He apologized emphasizing the second half of the sentence while glaring at Ned, moving to the ground to grab her books. “Oh hey guys,” Peter’s best friend Ned said to the two girls, giving them a quick wave.
“I’m gonna meet you at lunch. See ya later Y/N,” Michelle states walking away as the bell rang,“You too Peter.” She said giving him a mock solute. Unbeknownst to Y/N and Peter, Michelle gave Ned a look, silently telling him to come with her. He scratched the back of his head, “I’ll just head off with Michelle.”
Y/N moved down to the floor with Peter, to pick up her books. “I’m sorry, I’m just so clumsy.” She said, shaking her head and laughing at herself. Y/N avoided eye contact at all cost, a blush appearing on her cheeks. Peter looked up at her, pausing his actions.
“It’s cute.” Peter said boldly, shocking himself. Peter had a couple of her books in his hand while she had the others. “You have a really good taste in books.” He said, standing up from the floor and then grabbing her arm to help her up after him.
“Thanks,” Y/N said, a small smile on her face. Peter still hasn’t let go of her arm and when she looked at his hand, he immediately pulled it away. He cleared his throat, before speaking to the girl.
“M-Maybe you can give me some book suggestions sometime.” He stuttered out. She stood there with wide eyes shocked, was he trying to ask her out.
“Or, maybe not. Maybe you don’t want to talk to me. I’ll just, ummm, I’ll leave.” He cursed himself, turning around to walk away. “Wait, Peter.” Y/N grabbed his arm and he spun around.
“I do have a couple books in mind.” Y/N said with a side smile. Peter smiled widely at the girl, handing her books back to her.
Peter’s point of view
“How did that robbery go last night?” Ned asked Peter as the two walked to Peter’s locker. The two boys had lunch next period and Peter didn’t want to carry anymore heavy textbooks in his backpack anymore (despite having super strength). “It was awesome. I beat their asses.” Peter said enthusiastically, but got quiet when he realized that they were still in school.
Peter and Ned were just about to round a corner when they heard two other people talking in the hall. Michelle and Y/N talking about Spider-Man. Peter was about to walk when Ned pulled him back, “Dude what the heck?” Peter said, looking at Ned like he was crazy.
“Hear me out, we might be able to eavesdrop on them. See how much she likes Spider-Man.”
Peter gave his best friend a look, debating whether or not this was a good idea. He pressed his back against the wall, “Only because I trust you Ned.”
The two heard a voice say offended, “I-I don’t have a crush on Spider-Man,”
Peter looked at his friend with hunched shoulders, “What did I tell you?” He whispered. Ned was about to say something when they heard their friend Michelle start to speak, “You’re kidding, right? You are totally are in love with him, you never stop talking about him-”
Peter turned to his friend shocked. Ned only smirked, “Maybe this was a good idea, she has the hots for Spider-Man dude.” They focused back onto the conversation the two girls were having, but they heard the subject change. “ I saw him staring at you at the Academic Decathlon team meeting yesterday.”
Peter stood there, shocked yet again, “Oh, no, oh lord.” He said, swallowing the lump in his throat.
“Weren’t you staring at her at the meet- ohhhhhhh,” Ned concluded, realizing they were now talking about Peter.
“Really? Everyone knows that he liked Liz, so why wasn’t he staring at her?” Y/N stated, kind of surprised at her friends statement.
“Dude, I think she likes you."Ned whispered. Peter glanced at his friend, thinking about how unreal it would be if she liked him. "And I’m sorry bro.” Ned finished.
Peter moved a step away from the wall, tilting his head, confused at his friend’s statement. “What are you-Oh shit.” He started but couldn’t end the question due to Ned shoving him backwards towards the girl he liked.
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