Peter Parker/Tom Holland Imagines

Christmas Time

"I just don't understand why people decorate for Christmas before Thanksgiving is over!" 

I laid back on Peter's bed, trying to convey my annoyance to the boy-turned-superhero. I looked over at him and rolled my eyes. "Pete, are you ignoring me?"

He started, glancing up from his lap where he was tweaking the calibration of one of his web shooters. "What, no I'm not ignoring you (Y/N)... What were you talking about?" 

I glared upsidedown at the sheepish look on Peter's face, annoyed.  "Come on, seriously? This is a problem that is prevalent in our society, that holidays are becoming commercialized, and..." I trailed off as Peter started laughing. "Are you laughing at me, Peter Benjamin Parker?" 

Even the use of his middle name didn't halt the giggles. "Seriously (Y/N)? A problem prevalent in our society? What are you, a statistical analyst?" He laughed even harder at his stupid joke. 

I reached over and slapped his arm. "Would you quit laughing you dork, I'm being serious!" I rolled onto my stomach and glared at him till his giggles quieted down. "Seriously though, I hate that the holidays have become so trivial!" 

Peter glanced at me laying there on his bed, and sobered up, seeing that I was really upset about this. Though, it made sense why I was so upset, with my dad gone and my mom having to work in Macy's on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day because of the huge hype about the holidays. 

"I know (Y/N), I know, but there isn't a lot you can do about it, can you?" Peter gestured for me to come over so I got up and crawled across the bed so I was sitting by him. I leaned my head on his shoulder and sighed dramatically.

His arm came up behind me and wrapped around my back, his calloused palm resting on my side, the heat of his skin seeping through my shirt, but it was a comforting warmth. "Why can't people just be happy this time of year Peter? Why do they have to make everything about making more money?" 

"I don't know (Y/N). I guess cause people are greedy, so they try to make money off of anything they can," He said, his cheek resting on top of my head, his hand rubbing small circles on my waist. 

"I guess so Pete." I looked over at the clock and noticed how late it had gotten. "I should probably head home, it's really late," I said to him and went to get up when his arm tightened around my waist and pulled me back down.

"(Y/N), you aren't going home at this hour to wake up tomorrow morning and spend Christmas alone," Peter said, looking into my eyes and smiling slightly. "Spend the night and celebrate Christmas with May and me tomorrow." 

I looked at him, searching his eyes for any signs of teasing, but all I could see was sincerity. He really did want me to spend Christmas with him. I grinned up at him and quickly pecked him on the cheek. "Thank you so much, Peter, I really appreciate it." 

I turned to grab my backpack from beside his bed, which just so happened to have a change of clothes for the trip to the gym that I never actually made. However, I missed Peter's cheeks turning bright red after I had kissed him. 

"I'm gonna go change real quick, be right back." I slid off the bed and made my way to Peter's bathroom. After changing and brushing my teeth real quick with the extra toothbrush Pete kept in his bathroom for me, I made my way back to Peter's room. 

I walked in and noticed that Peter had already changed into pajamas. Which for him consisted of flannel pants and no shirt.

Had my best friend always been this ripped?

I blushed slightly and hid my face as I bent down to put my clothes back in my bag. I climbed into Peter's bed and laid down under the covers as he turned the lights off. 

I momentarily panicked as I thought about the fact that we would be sleeping in the same bed, but I shook myself. "(Y/N), this is your best friend, you've shared a bed before, it's totally fine, stop psyching yourself out," I told my self as I heard Peter slid into bed behind me.

There were a couple of awkward seconds of silence as Peter adjusted to having someone else in his rather small bed before he finally thought "screw it," and cleared his throat. "Um, (Y/N), do you mind if I, uh, held you, cause my bed is a bit small and it would be more comfortable and..." he trailed off as I scooted back and reached behind me to grab his arm and pull it over my waist.

"No Pete, I don't mind," I mumbled sleepily as I burrowed deeper into the covers. His arm tightened around my waist, my t-shirt riding up slightly as his hand rested on my stomach. I felt him tangle our legs together and bury his face in my hair. 

I blushed a bit, grateful he couldn't see my face in the dark as I realized just how close his entire body was. But, I was losing a battle to keep my eyes open, and as I drifted off to sleep, I felt, rather than heard, Peter mumble something into my hair.

"Merry Christmas (Y/N)."

Hello readers! Here is the next installment of this story, and since it's Christmas Eve, I decided to do a slightly shorter Christmas themed one-shot. I hope you all like it! I have the next chapter already halfway written so it should be posted in the next couple of days or so. Enjoy! 

Also, I own nothing, and I take no credit for any of the characters except for ones completely made up by me. I make no profit off of this story, it is purely for entertainment purposes.