Tom Holland Imagines

Peter Parker ; Finding Out (LONG)

[Y/N] knocked twice on the Parker's door, backing up against the adjacent wall, she waited to be let in. [Y/N] knew that she was extremely early but also knew that Peter wouldn't mind. Knowing them, it was probably a good thing that she had arrived a few hours earlier than they had originally planned because this science project was not going to get started until really late tonight if not at all. She could just tell. In all honesty, the two of them shouldn't ever be allowed to be partners for anything school related. It always ended the same. The two would lounge around on his bed or in her basement, listening to music, exchanging their unrealistic life goals, eating enough Chinese takeout and pizza to end world hunger. And hours before the project was due, the two would scramble, stay up all night, trying to glue and cut their way into some bullshit work that always ended up in a B-.

The door opened, revealing Aunt May smiling bright. "Hey, kiddo." She moved aside, allowing the teenage girl she's known for years into the apartment. Aunt May adored [Y/N] and there was a big part of her that hoped that Peter would see what kind of girl he had right in front of his eyes. Anytime she tried to mention the topic of whether or not Peter liked [Y/N] more than just a friend, he'd freak out and change the subject, forcing May to drop it altogether until next time.

"Hey, Aunt May." [Y/N] said casually. She had been calling May, Aunt, for years now even though she wasn't actually her aunt. It had began as an accident when Peter was helplessly trying to get her attention at a football game back in middle school. [Y/N] had climbed halfway up the fence and shouted Aunt May so loud that the entire game paused. And ever since then, it kind of stuck.

Closing the door behind them, she moseyed on back to the kitchen where she was finishing up the dishes. "Planning on staying for dinner?" May asked, flickering a look towards the [hair color]. She had been prepping a slow cooker meal all morning.

Grinning, she took a seat at the breakfast table, "Depends on what you made."

Chuckling, May shook her head and whipped a half wet towel in [Y/N]'s direction. "Have you ever turned down my cooking?" She placed a hand on her chest as if she was insulted and betrayed. "Have I ever cooked you a meal that was unsatisfactory."

Squealing loudly when the towel was inches from her shoulder, she laughed out. "You know I'll always stay for dinner, Aunt May." Resting her chin on her hand that lay flat on the table, she sighed. "Especially now more than ever."

May frowned, "Still that bad?"

Groaning, she ran both hands through her hair. "Yes. I just wish they'd just agree on everything and get divorced already." Her fingers toyed with the mess of pens that were no doubt from Peter's backpack. "It's frustrating and then when they do sit down and divvy things up, they fight over who's going to take me."

May kept her frown on her face. She hated that [Y/N] was in this kind of battle. Turning around, she popped open a container that had all sorts of baked treats inside. Sliding them over, she leaned against the counter. "Who would you choose?"

"Neither." [Y/N] said as she bit into an oatmeal raisin cookie. Groaning with her mouth full, she looked at May and half smiled. "How about I just move in with you and Peter."

May chuckled, "You know that door," pointing towards the front door, "is always open to you, kiddo. Always." Putting the lid back on the container, she firmly stated. "Always."

[Y/N] was about to respond with gratitude but was interrupted by Peter stumbling out of his bedroom. He wore a stupid, tired grin on his face while his hair looked like it had been through hell and back in his sleep

"Morning, sunshine." [Y/N] spoke with humor in her words. Glancing down at her watch, she snickered. "It's only half past noon."

Peter stretched, wincing slowly. "Had a long night." Blinking rapidly, he tried to awaken himself. Yawning, he padded his way towards the fridge, pulling out the orange juice and graciously taking the cup Aunt May had handed him. "You're here super early. I thought you were going to come around five?"