Tom Holland and Peter Parker Imagines

Sick // PP

Y/N: Peter, I can't make it tonight
Peter: why??
Y/N: I'm siiiick
Peter: on my way
Y/N: no Peter, really I don't want you to get sick

But it was too late. There was a knock on your window. "Peter?" You whisper, trying not to wake your mom up. You open the window slowly as he crawls in your room with soup. "I brought you this. Aunt May's special." He said. Aunt May always made the best food, and you tried to stay for dinner as much as you could. "Thank you," he says. "What's wrong, princess?" He asks. "I have a fever and an ear infection," you say. "Aww. So if I kissed you I wouldn't get it?" He asked. "I guess," you said, as he kisses you.

He put on Star Wars for the hundredth time as we cuddled until sunrise, when he had to go to training.