Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

Peter Parker- 10 reasons

Y/N
You had been running down the hallway at Midtown high, Flash putting on his shirt and zipping up his pants as he ran after you.

"You dick! I literally just caught you fucking Liz in the janitors closet!" You yelled as Flash tried to deny what you just saw.

"I promise you, Y/N. Liz trapped me and I couldn't stop her!" Flash lied again.

"I fucking hate you Flash. We're definitely over." You turned around, slapping him.

"Woah! First of all, I say when this relationship ends. Secondly, why the hell do you hate me?!" Flash looked at you confused.

"I have 10 reasons why I hate you. Buckle up dickwad." You smirked as you prepared to hurt him.

"Ten. You're selfish."
"Flash. I can't meet your parents tonight. I have work." You argued, holding your bag.

"Seriously. You're choosing work over your own boyfriend?!" Flash groaned.

"I'm making money and saving it up so I can pay for college. Besides, I can meet your parents any day that I don't work." You rolled your eyes.

"If you love me, you'll skip work and come to meet my parents." Flash gently held your hands.

"Fine." You sighed.

"Nine. You're jaded."
"Hey Flash. I bought your favourite pizza. I was thinking we could sit on the couch, put on a movie, and have ourselves a little date night?" You asked, opening the door to Flash's house.

"Sure. Why not." He didn't change the tone of his voice.

Every once in a while, you looked over at Flash, either on his phone or staring at the clock. You were confused. Wasn't he enjoying your company as his girlfriend?

"Eight. The dumbest guy I dated."
"Flash. What are you doing? Why do you have your textbooks?" You asked, seeing Flash with his books and his bag.

"I have a study session one of my friends." He looked at you as if you were stupid.

"Flash! You're meeting my parents in 15 minutes. I met your parents, and you're supposed to be meeting mine!" You looked at him shocked and sad.

"Oh, I'm sorry Y/N, I forgot. But, I have a big test coming up and I need to help my friends study." He spoke, making you upset as you walked away.

"Seven. Talk a big game 'til you're naked."
For months now, Flash had been telling you and all his friends that he was ripped and he had been going to the gym. The only problem was, he had no proof. He rarely flexed and he never took his shirt off for any of his friends or you to see. Even when you and Flash were making out, you mostly naked, but he'd still be fully dressed.

"Only six seconds and I had to fake it."
You and Flash had been going at it for nearly 30 minutes. Flash was clearly enjoying himself, but you weren't. He'd made it all about himself. You knew he was close, about 5-6 seconds away. In the last 6 seconds before he released, you opened your mouth, rolled back your eyes and made sounds to make it seem as if he was pleasuring you.

You hated this. You hated having to fake an orgasm just to appeal to Flash's ego.

"Five. You're toxic."
Walking out of your closet, Flash was trying to be a good boyfriend by helping you get dressed for your girls night.

"How about this?" You walked out wearing a silver sparkly dress that reached just above your knee. It had straps so you wouldn't be showing off anything you didn't want to show off.

"Nope. Change." Flash looked at you.

"Change? Why? This is one of my only good dresses. It makes me feel sexy. It makes me feel good." You looked at him confused.

"You're dressed like you don't have a boyfriend. You're dressed like you're looking for a quick fuck." Flash argued, practically unzipping my dress.

"Change your dress. Put on a t-shirt and jeans. Dress like you have a boyfriend." Flash demanded. You were upset.

"Change or you're not going." He talked down to you as if you were a child.

"Four. Can't trust you."
Flash's phone was on the bench, easy to see as you walked past. His messages were open. As you went to get some water, you could see a list of names. Your name was 4th down, underneath 3 other girls. Vanessa, who missed him and his...dick. Liz, who missed him and wanted to have sex with him again. Cathy, who was hoping offering a quick fuck in order to get cash.

Sitting back down, you thought about all the other names. There were Vanessa, Liz and Cathy, but there were also the names of other girls that were underneath your name. Just how many girls had he been fucking behind your back? How many girls had been pleasured by him while you were his girlfriend?

"Three. You still got mommy issues."
Every night that you had stayed over at Flash's house, the first thing he'd do was ask you to do the dishes.

"Hey, Y/N. I haven't had time to do the dishes. Can you do them for me?" Flash asked.

"Sure." You were confused. By the dishes that sat around the sink and all over the house, you assumed that Flash had done nothing but laid around all day.

"Oh, and while you're at it, can you do my laundry?" He asked, handing me his laundry basket. You felt kind of gross as you filled the washing machine with his shirts, pants and other clothing items. You didn't want to do any of this, yet you loved him.

"Two years of your bullshit I can't undo."
"I was gone for an hour. Shopping took me a while 'cause all the registers were full." You were being honest. Flash just didn't believe you.

"You were seeing someone weren't you?" Flash's accusation made you sick.

"No! I was genuinely stuck at the shops! Check my Snapchat." You were upset so you asked him to get proof.

"And besides, it's not like you're any better. The amount of times I've seen panties that aren't mine in your drawers or the lipstick stains on your shirts. I know the colour of my lipstick and the lipsticks on your shirts, they don't match." You spoke, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Don't turn this around on me. We're focusing on you!" Flash spoke, nearly grabbing your wrist with force.

"One. I hate the fact that you made me love you." You teared up, feeling a pair of hands on your shoulders. Looking up, you saw MJ beside you.

"We're over Flash. You can't keep me trapped." You flipped him off before walking off with MJ, who held you and let you cry.
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You sat on your couch, tears streaming down your cheeks as Peter' rubbed your arm, supporting you.

"Are you feeling better?" Peter asked.

"I'm feeling better now that Flash is no longer my boyfriend. But physically, my head is pounding, my eyes hurt from crying and I can't see through the tears." You admitted, hugging Peter.

"Well, I'm kinda glad that you and Flash are over." Peter smiled.

"Why? It's not like you have a crush on me." You laughed, until Peter went silent.

"You have a crush on me?" You asked, looking at Peter. He smiled nodded and stayed silent.

You had just gotten out of a relationship with a toxic asshole, but Peter wasn't anything like Flash and he had a crush on you. He was your best friend, but you smiled, knowing you could become more than friends over time.

You closed the gap between you and Peter, placing your lips on his. He deepened the kiss before you heard a knock at your front door, pulling away.