You were in your bed trying to fell asleep but a thought was running in your mind. Peter, your boyfriend, was fighting crime all around the city. You were scared that he might be hurt and you could lose him. you couldn't imagine your life without him. you have grown up with him, you have always shared everything with him. when Peter became Spiderman, he didn't want to tell you because he didn't you to worry about him and were afraid to put you in danger. However he eventually had to when he realized that his secret was about to ruin your relationship since you believed that he didn't love you anymore and probably cheated on you.
You were reasoning yourself thinking that everything was alright for Peter when you heard a knock at your window. You immediately stood up smiling at the idea of the spending the rest of the night with Peter. you turned on the light and saw Peter's face through the window. He had a huge grin on his face but you noticed a small cut on his forehead temple. You instantly felt sick and ran to the window to let him in and heal him. as you were about to open the window, you heard him say:
_ He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
You raised your eyebrow wondering when he found time to learn Romeo and Juliet. As you opened the window and took his hand to make him enter. He shook his head and your eyes grew wide:
_ But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Y/N is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she . . .
You blushed at his words. Peter knew that you considered Romeo and Juliet as a masterpiece and knowing that he learnt it for you was the most romantic thing someone did for you.
_ Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off!
It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.
Oh, that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
Her eye discourses. I will answer it.
I am too bold. 'Tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand
That I might touch that cheek!
You bit your lips and hugged him tightly. How lucky you were to have him. he brushed your hair behind your ears and kissed you with passion. Then you reminded that he was certainly hurt and you forced him to sit on the bed. As you were cleaning his wound you were replaying in your mind the Romeo and Juliet balcony's scene.
_ thank you for what you did, no one never did that for me Peter, you're the best boyfriend I've ever dreamt to have.
_ She speaks.
O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a wing'd messenger of heaven
Unto the white, upturn'd, wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-puffing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
You giggled at his words and decided to play with him as he took your hand with his.
_ Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this,
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
_ Hey you're cheating! He chuckled. You had to recite the balcony scene with me not testing my knowledge of Romeo and Juliet.
_ yeah probably but that was much funnier.
He put his hand on his heart in a dramatic way:
_ I feel betray by my sweet girlfriend who is worse than Claudius. He spoke as he was talking to a public.
_ You know that Claudius in a character of Hamlet and not Romeo and Juliet.
He began to tickle you. you tried to run away from his grip but he was too strong. He ended shooting web at you wrist to tickle you more easily.
_ What... What... do you... want... from me? you managed to say between two laughs.
_ Let me think about it. he said while tickling you. at the beginning I wanted to play the balcony scene with you. he did a long pause. But now I've a lot of fun tickling you so I don't really know if I want to stop.
You tried to pout at him however you were laughing too hard.
_ Please my Romeo stop it.
_ Am I your Romeo? He asked slyly.
_ Yes but right now I am considering the love of Pâris because he does not torture me. but if Romeo agrees to watch Romeo + Juliet with me maybe I would forgive him.
Peter faked gasp in chock and immediately freed you from his webs. He kissed you and stood up to put the TV on as you looked for the DVD. You spent an amazing night with him and eventually fall asleep in his arms. You woke up the following morning as Peter tried to stand up discreetly to put his suit on and protect the city.
_ Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree.
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
_ It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east.
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
Before leaving he kissed you one last time ad promised you to be back soon.
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Tom Holland imagines one shots
Fanfictionfew one shots, imagines about Tom Holland and all his characters because he is just so perfect. i take requests and i'll try to update as much as I can
