Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

Peter Parker- Nearly caught

A/N: Y/N/N = Your nickname.

Everyone knows that Peter Parker is hard to control. Once he sets his mind to something, he doesn't stop until it's completed. This trait of his is especially present when he is Spider-Man. He won't stop fighting a villain until they are injured enough to arrest.

Unfortunately, his lack of control sometimes causes him to do things that could get him into trouble. For example, sneaking in and out of his girlfriend's house at 1 am.

For the past 6 months, Peter had made it part of his schedule to sneak into Y/N's house at 1 am, luckily not getting caught by her very strict parents. He had done this so much, that Y/N would leave her bedroom window unlocked.

Y/N was nervous, as her mother had slowly noticed that boys clothing that certainly didn't belong to Y/N's father were being left on the floor of Y/N's room. Because of this, she removed the lock on Y/N's door, hoping that Y/N would be sensible enough not to sneak a boy inside.

Y/N
You were lonely, but with the suspicions instigated by your mother, you couldn't let Peter come over, well, not until your mother's suspicions were lower, or gone completely.

You: I'm so lonely.

You shouldn't have said that.

Peter: I'll be over in a minute.

Shit.

You: That's the problem. You can't come over here.

You were worried.

Peter: What? Why?

You hated having to restrict him from coming over.

You: My parents are really suspicious with all the clothes you accidentally leave behind. The lock on my door is gone.

You informed him, hoping he'd understand and come over tomorrow, when the sun was up.

Peter: So?

He was really dumb sometimes.

You: My parents are more likely to catch you if you come over.

You reminded him.

Peter: No strict parent/s will prevent me from comforting my girlfriend.

Stay home Peter.

You: No, Peter, stay home.

To give him credit, he was very persistent.

Peter: I'm grabbing my bag and phone.

You wished you'd never messaged him.

You: Peter! Please don't come over. I don't want you getting caught.

You warned him, worried.

Peter: I've just left the house. I'll be there soon my love.

You were worried even more. He was so close to your house.

You: PETER BENJAMIN PARKER! STAY HOME! DON'T COME OVER!

You were yelling at him over text, hoping he'd get the message before he got here.

Peter: Why is your bedroom window locked...and your curtain down?

You face-palmed yourself.

You: As much as I'd love to open the curtain, unlock my window and let you in, I warned you and told you to stay home.

You were seriously wondering how he was so stupid not to listen to you.

Peter: Please open the window. It's cold as fuck out here.

You laughed.

You: Maybe you should've thought about that before you blatantly ignored my messages asking you not to come over and to stay home.

You could see that he was typing.

Peter: You know I don't listen when people tell me not to do things.

You: Yeah, even though I gave you a perfect explanation. Right now, I'm regretting messaging you.

You rolled your eyes.

Peter: What's done is done. PLEASE let me in.

You gave in, opening your curtains to see Peter with a bag on his back. You knew that he had climbed up the side of the house in order to reach your window. Opening the window, he climbed on the roof before dropping onto your bed, allowing you to lock your window again.

"Missed me?" He asked, kissing you.

"Not when you ignore my warnings." You smirked.

"Well, I'm here aren't I? Tell me you're still lonely even with your boyfriend kissing you and giving you cuddles." Peter smiled as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Peter, I'm one kiss away from slapping you for ignoring my messages." You threatened.

"Are you really so pissed off?" Peter asked.

"Yes. Because you risked our relationship just because you purposely ignore messages. My parents could walk in at any minute and catch you in here, which would then lead to them forbidding me from ever seeing you or talking to you again. So yes, I am." You we're a little upset.

"I'm sorry, Y/N/N. I didn't mean to piss you off." Peter frowned, showing guilt. He pulled his puppy-dog eyes, making it hard for you to resist his apology.

"I forgive you." You kissed his cheek.