Tom Holland/ Peter Parker imagines:

Liz Allen:

You didn't know what he saw in her. Yes, she was pretty, beautiful even, and smart. And kind. And popular. And pretty near perfect. But he hardly knew her. Not like you did, anyway.

"And that was when I flew in and- Y/N, are you even listening?"

"Hmm?" You broke out of your thoughts quickly.

"I was telling you about how I whooped that guys ass last night!" Peter's face always lit up when he was talking about saving the day.

"Oh, sorry. Carry on." You muttered. Peter took a long look at you; his eyebrows knitted together in worry.

"Are you okay?" He asked. You sighed, putting a fake smile on your face.

"Sorry I'm fine. I was... up late revising for that test." It was clear by the look he was giving you that he wasn't convinced.

"Carry on telling me about the story! You flew in and?" Peter thought about it for a moment.

"Oh yeah! And then-"

~•~

You had known about Peter being Spider-Man for a few months now. You remember the day very clearly:

You had one of his science books for the stupid test that was coming up. It was a huge help; how can someone be so smart and hot?

You had finally reached his apartment. After a few knocks on the door, May answered.

"Y/N! What a lovely surprise!" She exclaimed, pulling you into a hug. Peter was your best friend. You had known him and May since you were little.

"Umm, is Peter home? I have his book."

"He's in the bathroom, honey. You can wait in his room if you'd like?" You smiled and nodded, thanking her and walking to his room. Peter had been rather distant the past few weeks. Always ditching you, running off at random points, skipping classes. You knew about his internship, but it required so much time.

Carefully, you made yourself comfortable on his bed. His room smelled of him. You looked around. In Peter's room you felt safe. Peter made you feel safe. You sat in silence for a few minutes, patiently awaiting for Peter.

But the sound of the window opening broke you from your string of thoughts. Your mind raced; what if they were being robbed? What if something bad was going on? What if-

"Peter?!" The awkward boy nearly fell back out of the window. Luckily he caught the frame just in time. His face flashed with worry. You looked him up and down, taking in what was happening.

"What the hell..." you whispered. Peter was Spider-Man?

Peter Parker?

Your mind raced. Why? How? When? Peter walked over in front of you, throwing his mask to the side and pressing a button.

"Y/N what are you doing here?!" He whisper-shouted, his suit dropping revealing his body. Your heart rate quickened as you looked at his abs. Wow.

"Y-you're Spider-Man? Like, THE Spider-Man?" He nodded his head, looking to the floor.

"You can't tell anyone." He mumbled. You put your hand under his chin, lifting his face up so he was looking at you. Your face went red, but you tried to calm down.