Tom Holland Imagines

Peter Parker; You Deserve To Be Loved

since the last one killed some people I hope this makes up for it... Quick question should I do more of the smutty ones? 

Thinking about speaking in front of your class made you anxious. You knew you had to do it -the project was half your grade, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You were panicking, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Locked at the school's toilets, you were trying to calm your nerves, but the tears were already falling down your cheeks and it was difficult for you to breathe. You had to expose in thirty minutes, and you weren't ready. It didn't matter that you had been working on the project for two weeks non-stop, if you didn't do it well, you wouldn't pass.
'[Y/N], are you in there?' Peter's voice called. He sounded worried, and you felt bad for making him miss class just to check on you.
'Peter, this is the girl's toilet. You are going to get detention if you come inside' you said, trying to sound calm. You saw his shadow at the other side of the door, and he gently knocked on it.
'Can I come in?' he asked. You knew he wanted to help, but you were so scared, so nervous. You didn't want him to see you like that. 'Please, [Y/N], I know you are panicking. Let me come inside. We'll talk this through. Please' he begged. You couldn't help but unlock the door, still sitting on the toilet. He walked inside and locked the door again, standing there and looking right at you.
'You are going to do so great, and you are going to get an A. You have worked so hard for this, it is impossible for you to fail' he said, sending you a smile.
'You don't understand, Pete. I can't do it. Just thinking about people staring at me makes me nervous. I can't even imagine how I'll feel speaking in front of them. I am gonna look ridiculous' you said, tears welling up your eyes. You covered your face with the sleeve of your sweatshirt, drying the tears.
'You won't look ridiculous. It is impossible for you to look ridiculous. Try to think that there is only me in the room. Look straight at me and forget everyone else' he said, trying to lift up your mood.
'It won't work. I-I look so ridiculous. And now, after all this crying, I'm gonna look so ugly. Oh my God, I don't-I don't want to do it, Pete' you were sobbing by that point, and it was difficult for you to catch your breath.
'Hey, look at me. You don't look ugly, okay? You... You are so beautiful. Even with puffy eyes and red cheeks, there is no other girl in the whole school that looks as beautiful as you. You are gonna go in there and leave them all with their mouths hanging open. I know you can do it. I believe in you' he said, looking serious, but you still didn't feel good.
'You only say that because you are my friend and you pity me. Shit, you have superpowers, Pete, of course you don't understand. I feel like everybody is going to laugh at me. I hate this feeling' you couldn't stop shaking, and Peter was getting worried. He bent down to look directly at your eyes, and held your hand.
'I do not pity you. I am saying that because I mean it. Because you are the most amazing girl in the world and you do not deserve to feel that way, okay? You... You deserve to feel great. Because you are great. You deserve to feel loved. And-and, shit' and he kissed you, straight on the lips. You were shocked, but quickly put your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. You two broke apart to breathe, and with a huge smile, you just said:
'Thank you'.
When doing the presentation, you just looked at Peter, him giving you a thumbs up, and for the first time in your life, exposing a project wasn't so bad.