Tom Holland and Peter Parker Imagines

Whats Your Problem? (PP)

Warnings?: real aNgSt, insecure reader, fluff, kisses

italics is internal thoughts

Words: 1090 (got a little carried away ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

A/N : Hey guys!! I'm glad you've chosen to read this part it genuinely makes me happy to see people reading and enjoying this book! If it's shitty I'm sorry I wrote part of it on mobile. Requests are always open and imma try and figure out a schedule to regularly update. Okay enough of me babbling get on with the story🤙🏼

(Did Not Proof Read because I'm a lazy peice of shit)

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"Did Liz get a new top?" Peter said gawking at the most popular girl in school. I'm envious of her. I hate to admit it but I am. Her chocolate skin that shines like the light of anyone's life. She's kind and funny and smart and I am none of those things.

Peter and I have been friends for a really long time, for as long as I can remember. I just want someone to look at me like Peter looks at Liz. 

"Well you should know given you stare at her 24 hours a day," I said with more attitude than I wanted.

"I do not!" He said and then looked at Ned for reassurance.

 Ned gave him a 'she's right' look. 

"Whatever, what's your problem?" He asks with a quizzed look on his face. (Picture)

"Nothing," I said as I looked down at my phone. 

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Later on in the day, we were at the library after school. We started to do that because we (well they) would catch up on homework and I would read.  I hadn't talked to Peter all day, except for the thing that happened at lunch. I was sat at a table reading Gone With The Wind in peace when Ned came and sat with me. 

"Hey Y/N," Ned chirped.

"Hey Ned." I said sulkily. I sunk down in my chair and I pushed my book closer to me. 

"Hey," Peter said as he pretty much skipped to the table. "Guess what I just did?" 

"What?" Ned said as he read my mind. 

"I just asked Liz to homecoming," I felt pain in my chest and my brain began to jumble. I had no idea what was happening to me. 

"AND SHE SAID YES!" He exclaimed. He then turned his head to me whilst I was just staring at the pages of my book at this point. So lost in thought that I didn't even hear what he said. 

"Hello? Earth to Y/N?" 

"Hm?"

"Aren't you happy?" He said with the goofiest grin on his face. His lips were ear to ear. 

"Peachy." I deadpanned. 

Peter's eyes looked hurt as I turned my head back to my book. After a few minutes, my mind began to wander. 

What is wrong with me? Why am I acting like such a bitch to Peter? 

I got up from my seat and grabbed my things, I was packing up to leave. My eyes started to fill with hurt. 

No, you're not crying. Sit down. 

I couldn't do what my brain was telling me to do. I turned my head away from them and I tried to walk away.  

Why are you doing this to yourself? This has nothing to do with you. 

My brain really was an asshole.

"Where are you going?" Peter asked. "Hey," He got up from his place, he grabbed my wrist and my head whipped around. A few tears escaped from my eyes. I yanked my wrist away and kept walking, I couldn't look at him. I just couldn't. 

It was raining, but I didn't care. I walked outside and I just walked and cried. On the subway, people were giving me dirty looks because at this point I didn't even care who saw me sob.  I was so lost. 

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When I got home I unlocked the door and I went straight into my room. I flopped on my bed and I fell apart. This was when I came to terms with what actually broke me. I wasn't her. 

I wasn't as pretty as her, I wasn't as smart as her, I wasn't wanted by Peter, I wasn't her. 

What's wrong with you, get over it. He doesn't love you. He just wants her, and you will never be her. You are you and Liz is Liz. 

My mind ran like crazy and I sat there and sobbed wet, tired, cold, and hurt. I didn't know what to do anymore, it's not like I could face him again. I knew I'd have to though.

As I was in the middle of watching my confidence fall apart I heard a knock at the door. I didn't want to get up and get it, but then it kept knocking. I slid out of my bed and I didn't even care what I looked like anymore. Who would?

I opened the door to see Peter, eyes puffy and red and his curls stuck to his forehead from the rain. I went to sut the door but he pushed it open again. 

"Peter, I can't do this." 

"Neither can I, tell me the truth. What did I do to you? Why do you hate me all of a sudden?" 

I choked back a sob and I told him the truth. 

"I don't know, okay? I don't know. You do things to me. After all of the shitty times in my life, you make them seem like nothing. You make me smile every day and you save the world dammit. How could someone not fall in love with you? But you like Liz, someone who isn't me, and I get that. I'm not any of the things she is. She's kind and popular, and-" 

I was cut off by a set of lips on mine. Warm and kind and full of passion. I was stunned at first but then I gave into them. The set of lips I've wanted to taste since, well,  forever. I felt a pair of hands cup both sides of my face to deepen the kiss. I held the hands that were holding my head. 

Peter pulled back and looked deep into my eyes. 

"I love you too."  He said as he laughed with that goofy ass smirk on his face. 

  "Fucking finally." I giggled then sniffled. He then gave me a quick (smiley) kiss on the forehead and he pulled me into his chest. 

"Thanks." He said

"For what?" 

"For just being there, when I needed you." 

"No problem bugboi"  

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