Chance
Peter Parker x Reader (romantic)
Summary: A chance encounter could mean something amazing, but that’s only if a chance encounter can become more than just that. You’ve met the boy of your dreams (literally) and he couldn’t be more amazed by you
Word count: 776
Warning: floof, all the floof, mild swear words
A/N: If you want me to continue on and write a part 2, just message me, let me know, otherwise it won’t happen (who am I kidding, it probably will, I just wanna know if you guys would want it.)
She was speechless - the stranger in front of her looked exactly like the guy she’d been dreaming about. He rocked back and forth on the subway, earbuds blocking out the world, and looking down at his phone. He had a few more scrapes and bruises, but it was him. The same floppy brown hair, and dark eyes. The same scar on the eyebrow. [Y/N] found herself staring at him, leaning forward a bit with eyes wide. She knew dream people were people you had seen before, or a mash up of faces that you’d seen, but [Y/N] had only seen this boy in her dreams, or at least… she thought she had only seen him in her dreams.
He frowned at his phone and looked up. His head turned, and he met [Y/N]’s eyes. She looked up at the suddenly interesting ceiling in a not-so-subtle way. He was very attractive, something she had been noting every night for the past month. He had dimples when he smiled, a slight chin dimple, a kind face. [Y/N] found herself smiling, she couldn’t help it. After a minute of memorizing the ceiling, she looked back at him. He was still looking at her.
He pressed his eyebrows together and smiled, a small smile. A shy wave with his phone hand. His face was rosy, but [Y/N] chalked it up to the heat, there was no way he was blushing at her. [Y/N] waved back at him. Maybe she was just imagining him, there was no way her dream boy was real.
He let go of the hand rail and swayed a little as he began to move. Crap, crap, crap, was he walking towards her? He still had the small smile when he sat next her and pulled out his earbuds, “It’s not polite to stare.” He whispered to her, there was no need to whisper, it wasn’t like anyone on the train was listening.
[Y/N] stumbled over random noises for a moment, “Sorry… sorry.” She mumbled another sorry, but it wasn’t even heard by her.
“What? No! No, I was… oh, god. I’m sorry. I think I was trying to flirt.” He ran his hand through his hair a few times, “I… I’m Peter.” He held out his other hand. He had a quirky smile, so awkward. He definitely wasn’t the boy from her dreams, that boy was confident and powerful, but this stumbling fool was also appealing.
“[Y/N],” She smiled and shook his hand. Awkward silence…
“So, where are you going?” He asked slowly then cringed at his attempt at small talk.
[Y/N] laughed. Maybe laugh wasn’t quite the right word. It was more of that involuntary giggle that girls do around boys, “I’m heading to up town to do the grocery shopping and talk to my gymnastics coach, what about you?”
“Heading to work, I’m a freelance photographer for a blog.” He sat up straight, like he was bragging.
“Oh?” [Y/N] was still grinning. Honestly, no guys really ever talked to her. She didn’t try hard to be pretty. Her [H/L] hair was frizzy, she didn’t wear makeup, she wore things that were comfortable or made her feel good, no guys really jumped at that chance. Besides, once you got past the shy phase, she was argumentative as hell.
“Yeah, the Daily Bugle, it’s named after an old newspaper. It basically is a newspaper, just online… I’m guessing you know what a blog is.” He let out an airy laugh and dropped his head.
“So…” Finally her guts were returning to her, “you… were… flirting with me?” She looked at him hopefully, thank god he wasn’t looking at her.
“Well… yeah. That’s what,” He cleared his throat and kicked back so he assumed a more relaxed position, “That’s what cool guys do with pretty girls, right?” He raised an eyebrow and smirked at her. [Y/N] couldn’t help herself. She laughed. That doesn’t sound like a huge deal, but when your laugh consists of snorting, gasping for air, and sounding like a dying whale, its is a big deal. He didn’t seem to notice, he laughed with her.
The subway wheezed to a stop and [Y/N] stood up, still laughing. A part of her wanted to miss her stop, stay on the train with this new boy, ‘Peter’, but another part of her wanted to run and not look back, it wanted to avoid embarrassing her.
You can assume what part won out.
She looked over her shoulder and watched the train pull away. Peter stared out the window with a dreamy expression.
A/N: 1) Sorry for the wait, to anyone who actually reads my stuff
2) it’s not my best work, sorry, I have writer’s block, and it’s getting hard to write fanfics, but it’s not like I can write anything original so *cries* ::::))))
