Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

Peter Parker- Identical theft

PETER
I was panicking. I stood in a closet, my hands and legs tied together, a piece of duck-tape over my mouth, my face hurting as I tried to forget about the bruises all over my face, and the cut on my lip. My wedding was happening right now.

That cut will definitely hurt when the tape is ripped off.

You may be wondering...how did I get myself into this situation? Well, it all started 24 hours ago.

(24 Hours Ago)
"C'mon Peter! You didn't even invite me. Can't I at least come to the reception?" My twin brother Patrick begged me as I tried to keep myself from hanging up the phone.

"No. I am not allowing you to come to my reception. Knowing you, you'll try and hit on my future wife." I insisted, hearing a groan, then a sigh before the line went dead.

"Who was that?" Y/N asked, walking to the room.

"Patrick. After all these years, he still hasn't figured out that I don't want him in my life." I admitted, Y/N sighing.

(Present)
Patrick Parker is my twin brother. He's 4 seconds younger than me. Ever since we were kids, everything that I did, he had to be better.

I joined the chess club, he joined and became president of the club. I aced every subject, he'd ace every subject and become friends with all the teachers.

He even stole my first girlfriend, Liz. They started dating because Liz accidentally mistook Patrick for me.

Just to be clear, unfortunately, we're identical twins. The only way to tell us apart is by the birthmark on our neck. The more unfortunate part is that the birthmark is covered by hair.

I made sure that when I started dating Y/N, she not only knew about Patrick, but she knew that my birthmark is slightly bigger than his, so that's how she could tell me apart from Patrick.

For years, I have iced Patrick out of my life. I invited my parents and my extended family, but Patrick wasn't apart of that list.

Now, as to how I found myself locked in a closet, that was the stupid part. I allowed myself to be tricked into spending the final night without Y/N. We'd be separated at 7 pm and we wouldn't see each other until she walked down the aisle.

Everything was fine, until 6 am this morning.

(6 AM)
I felt someone pull me out of bed, before a sharp pain on my eye was felt. Someone had punched me. Before I could respond to the attacker, they managed to punch and split my lip. I tried to call for help, but a piece of duck-tape was placed on my mouth, forcing my screams to be muffled. I was painfully dragged somewhere with my eyes shut (due to pain), until I was put upright.

"Morning brother. It's a nice day to get married, don't you think?" I heard a voice speak. Opening my eyes, I saw Patrick in the same clothes as me.

Before I could attack him or even get away from him, I was tied up, struggling to hold back the pain I was feeling.

(Present)
Unfortunately, I didn't have my phone, so contacting someone was impossible.

Now, either I was locked in here while my fiancé was unknowingly marrying my brother, or I was found by any of my family or my friends.

Using my tied up hands, I felt around, feeling a few jackets and a pair of shoes. Feeling the material of the clothing, I gathered that this was in fact my closet.

I waited 5 hours. I hadn't had any food. I hadn't peed yet, so I needed to go, desperately. I opened my eyes when I heard the door open, the bright light hurting my eyes.

"Peter?" I heard the sound of Ned's voice as I remembered that I was in a closet, tied up.

I tried to speak, forgetting that tape was around my mouth. Once it was ripped off, a pain shooting through my mouth, MJ, who had stumbled upon Ned and I, untied me.

"Are you ok? You look like shit." MJ spoke.

"No. I'm not ok. At 6 am, my brother attacked me, tied me up and locked me in my closet so he could marry my fiancé." I caught them up.

"Do you want to freshen up first?" Ned asked.

"No time. Wait, why are you two here?" I asked.

"Ned forgot his tie, so I came back with him to get it." MJ smiled.

Putting on my jumper, we quickly headed to the church.

As we drove, MJ looked at me.

"Why is your brother trying to marry your fiancé?" MJ asked.

"Patrick likes taking what's mine. Since Y/N's my fiancé, he's trying to take her away from me." I informed her.

We got to the church, my heart pounding. If I didn't move fast, I would be too late.

Y/N
You walked down the aisle, smiling as you looked up at Peter in his suit. You hadn't seen him for hours and you wanted this wedding to be over so you could make your wedding night special.

You eventually got down the aisle, holding hands with Peter, a bright smile plastered on his face.

After 5 minutes, the vows were over and I was time to finish this.

"Do you, Y/N Y/L/N, take Peter Parker to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest asked as you nodded.

"I do." You smiled.

"Do you, Peter Parker, take Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Peter smiled.

"I do." He seemed just as excited as me.

"Then, by the power vested in me, I pronounce you, husband and wife." The priest smiled.

"You may kiss the bride." The priest smiled, stepping back.

Just before Peter's lips touched yours, someone had busted through the doors. Looking at the intruder, it was Patrick, Peter's brother.

"Get your dirty hands off my fucking wife." He demanded as he got closer to you.

"Security!" Peter called as Patrick walked up and slapped Peter.

Shocked, you stood back, fidgeting with your wedding ring.

"What the hell is going on?! Patrick! You were not invited. Get out!" Peter's parents stood up.

"I'm not Patrick! He's Patrick!" Patrick pointed to Peter.

"Stop trying to ruin Peter and Y/N's special day!" Ned yelled.

"I am Peter! Look at the back of my neck." Patrick yelled.

"Y/N. Please look at my neck." Patrick begged.

You hesitantly moved so that you were facing Patrick's back, moving his hair around so you could see.

"You fucking creep!" You yelled at the man in Peter's suit.

"Remove the ring." Peter demanded as he held out his hand, Patrick angrily groaning as he did what Peter told him to do.

"Take off the suit and get the fuck out!" You demanded, watching as Patrick angrily left the church, not returning. The security came back, holding the (still pristine) suit, handing it to Peter. He changed outside before joining you at the alter.

"Now, let's continue. Peter, you may kiss your wife." The priest smiled as Peter placed his ring on his finger.

He pulled you close, gently placing his lips on yours as you smiled, hearing the cheers of your family, extended family and friends.