Tom Holland Imagines

Peter Parker - Priorities Man

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You rushed to your front door, swearing as you tripped over a pair of shoes that were laying in the middle of the hallway. Kicking the shoes out of the way, you hopped on over and opened the door, revealing your best friend standing in the doorway. He looked just as out of breath as you were; the bags under his eyes weighing down his smile and a blackish-purple color surrounding his beautiful brown eyes. His hair was wet from the rain that had been pouring all day on the streets of Queens, and his shirt was a little torn up from- what you assumed- running to your apartment. He looked in your eyes with despair, attempting to catch his breath.

"Jesus, you look like hell," you commented, leaning against the door as Peter made his way into your apartment.

"I-I need to talk to you," Peter said sternly while looking around the room. "Are your parents home?"

"Yeah, they are in their rooms-"

"Okay, let's talk in your room then," he interrupted, taking your hand and dragging you down the hallway. Once he reached your room, he opened the door and lightly pushed you inside.

"Woah, woah, Pete. Calm down, you're scaring me," you said with a nervous laugh. Your hands rested on your bed as you sat down and whispered, "What's up, buddy...?"

He slammed the door and took a deep breath. "(Y/n), I am about to tell you something that you cannot tell anyone. Not Aunt May, n-not Ned... nobody!"

You jumped off the bed and threw your hands in front of his face, "No!" You got closer to him, shaking your head as you continued to quietly yell, "No, no, no! You are not making me keep another secret!"

Peter placed his hands on your shoulders, attempting to get you to calm down. "(Y/n), please. I need to tell somebody, this-this burden has been weighing on my shoulders and I can't take keeping it from you anymore."

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion- you didn't know whether to change the subject or let him tell you. However, you have had a history of not being able to keep secrets. "Peter, you know I love you. You are my best friend," you stressed while placing your hands on his shoulders as well. "But the last time you told me a 'big secret', I ended up fainting because I couldn't tell Aunt May you were the one who brought a stray dog home."

Peter forced out a laugh and shook your shoulders, "No, (Y/n). This is different-"

"If it's different and more important than a stray dog, then you probably shouldn't tell me," you interrupted with a chuckle.

"(Y/n), I trust you, okay?"

You sighed and looked down at your feet, gulping in fear of the big secret that was about to be revealed.

"O-Okay... so, um," Peter cleared his throat, and you looked back into his desperate brown eyes. "I-"

"NOPE," you exclaimed while plugging your ears. "I can't hear you, now!"

"(Y/n), wh-what are you doing-"

"LA LA LA, LA LA," you yelled, dancing as you jumped onto your bed, shaking your head and prancing around to the imaginable beat that played in your head. "LA LA LA , LA LA-"

"(Y/n)!" Peter shouted at you with a small chuckle, waving his hands to get your attention. However, you just continued to shake your head and dance on your bed. He sighed, ready to give up because of your ignorant, childish reaction. Peter rolled his eyes before noticing your phone on the table next to the door, a lightbulb forming in his head as he got an idea. He quickly shuffled over to the table, grabbed your phone, and threw it at you.