Tom Holland/ Peter Parker Imagines💓

Little Moments // Peter Parker

A/N: this is told from Peter's P.O.V
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I don't think I'll ever forget the first time I ever heard her curse. She was backing out of the driveway in our brand new car and she nicked the corner of the mailbox.

"Fuck" she yelled, then immediately covered her mouth. Her face turned her signature shade of beet red. She looked so embarrassed and guilty at the same time. I couldn't even begin to get mad at her, she just looked so damn cute.

"I'm so sorry Pete." Tears were brimming in her eyes, threatening to spill over onto her face.

"Babe, babe it's okay. Nothing's hurt or broken." I pulled her over the center console and hugged her to my chest.

Man I live for little moments like that.

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It's just like the time she burnt the cake she was making me for my birthday.

I came home to an apartment full of smoke and her on the verge of tears, looking beautiful anyways. A totally blackened cake laid in the sink. I could still see little tendrils of smoke snaking up from the black surface.

"I'm so sorry. I went to get ready for dinner and I couldn't hear the timer over my music and I totally ruined your cake." Tears once again brimmed in her eyes, a few splashing over to fall down her smooth cheeks.

"Babe." I rushed over and pulled her flush against my chest, arms wrapping around her waist. "It's okay. It's okay." I tried to contain my laughs, but she felt my chest rising with suppressed peals of laughter.

"Are you laughing at me Peter Parker? Because this is not funny." She smacked me with the dish towel she was trying to clear smoke out with.

" At least I'm not the one who tried to burn the apartment down." I retorted. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers.

"Peter Benjamin Parker!" She started chasing me around the kitchen, trying to hit me with the towel again. I picked her up by her waist and started spinning around. Her melodic laughter pierced the air and I couldn't help but smile and laugh with her.

I placed her back on her feet. Her arms snaked around my neck as she pulled me down to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me.

Man I live for little moments like that.

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I can still remember when we were on vacation in Paris.

She swore she knew how to get to the hotel, but 3 hours later and we were lost and hungry and tired.

"It's around here somewhere I know it." She silently cursed the map, sticking the tip of her tongue out just the slightest bit, something she did whenever she was concentrating really hard.

"Maybe we should ask for directions, love. I could really use a shower and some food." My stomach was growling and I could smell the tell-tale stench of airplanes on my skin.

"No I've got this. I promise." She grabbed my hand and grinned at me as we strolled through the streets of Paris.

I knew we were lost; there was no denying it would take us several hours to find our hotel and I probably would not eat for hours. However, wandering the streets of The City of Love with her was enough to make me forget all of that and just enjoy my day with the love of my life.

Man I live for little moments like that.

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My favorite moments were the ones at the ends of our movie nights.

She always fell asleep on me before the movies were over, and without fail the arm she was curled up with would fall asleep as soon as she did so.

I wanted to move so bad. My arm was tingling and my muscles were screaming from the uncomfortable position they were forced to hold as she slept. She just looked so beautiful, hair splayed across her shoulders and one hand pressed onto my chest that I couldn't bear to wake her up.

More often than not, I would just lie there in the dark, watching the slow and steady rise and fall of her breaths, and think about how lucky I was to have this beautiful girl in my life.

Her perfect features: the splattering of freckles that dusted her nose and cheeks, her long, eyelashes that always tickled my arm when she blinked in her sleep, her soft hair that always smells like coconut.

In these moments, hidden in the dark with my thoughts, I always fell even harder for this girl who had swung into my life. She was my saving grace, my light, the love of my life.

Man I love little moments like this.
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A/N: little short and fluffy peter story for you. Inspired by one of the cutest love songs ever "Little Moments" by Brad Paisley. This song is literally the definition of couple goals. And don't worry I have inspo for songs other than country ones. I'll be posting those soon!