Tom Holland Imagines

Peter Parker; Couch Cuddles

The lull in your conversation was replaced by Peter's tired, muffled voice saying, "An old lady almost got robbed today but the thief was an idiot." His head rested on your chest so he could hear your heartbeat. With your hand stroking his hair, you hummed to show him that you heard. "Hmm, yeah? How's that?" you ask him, genuinely curious. "The guy," Peter started before interrupting his sentence with a yawn, "The guy that grabbed her bag decided that the deed had been done and just strolled into an alleyway. Let's just say ...", he yawned again before continuing, "Let's just say he wasn't exactly difficult to trap against a wall. Getting the fucking bag was kinda difficult, though. Through all the webbing." You chuckled at that and responded, "You're right, that guy was an idiot."

"It's getting kinda tricky to avoid the police," he told you with a huff. He was obviously very annoyed by the NYPD's attempts to capture the web-slinger. "Maybe Spiderman should pay them a visit, then," you suggested, "Y'know, to tell them that Spiderman is trying to help." He nodded against your breast and hummed in agreement. "But," he added, "What if they try to get me? I'll be so close to a jail cell they'd make me swing in!" "Reminder that you're getting 'em so many rebels and criminals you might not even fit. Maybe you can string a baddie to their ceiling as a demonstration," you said with a huff of laughter. He chuckled against your chest.

"I can always talk to my Dad," you told him sincerely, "Or I can jump off a building and you can save me. It'll get you points with the chief." He lifts his head off your heart and looks at you sternly. "You will not be put in any situations of danger because of me, okay? Especially not by yourself. Promise me you won't do anything just to get me on your Dad's good side. I can deal with the NYPD's stupidity but not with you putting yourself in harm's way because of me."

"I solemnly swear that I will not put myself in harm's way," you say and you place a kiss on his forehead. With that sorted, he rests his head against your breast again. "I like these," he whispers, making you erupt with laughter. "Of course you do, Babe." When you settle down from your burst of laughter, Peter cuddles into you more until your heartbeat lulls him to sleep. When you look down, you smile gently at his sleeping face. You snuggle into his warm body and fall into a nice slumber with your own personal heater keeping you warm, inside and out.