tom holland imagines

(08) 2:00 am ✧ peter parker au.

This nice ass au was created by vnderoos on Tumblr.

warnings / language, college roommate!peter, peter being so cute it's almost unbearable, FLUFF.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀THE WIND was knocked from Peter's lungs in a quiet huff as he all but gracefully slammed himself into the side of his apartment building and he took a moment to catch his breath, his forehead briefly pressing against the brick, before he began slowly shimmying downwards toward his bedroom window. When he was a few feet from the railing of his rickety fire escape, he attempted to drop down, oh-so-quietly, onto the metal bar. He winced as the structure clattered, squeezing his eyes shut as it scraped against the wall of the building under the sudden presence of his weight. When all was silent-you know, aside from the beeping cars and the various shouting voices somewhere below-and right with the world, he very gently dismounted the railing and tiptoed towards his open window.

He slid into his bedroom, feet first, holding his breath as he pulled himself through the small space. It was just his luck that as he did, he kicked over the LEGO Millennium Falcon-the one that came with over seven thousand five hundred individual pieces-and the model slid off of his desk, falling to the floor with a horrific crash and breaking into thousands of tiny pieces. "You're shitting me," Peter whisper-hissed, ripping his Spider-Man mask angrily off of his head and dropping into a crouch. He tossed his mask aside and carded his gloved fingers through his sweaty hair, staring with aggravation down at the disassembled ship. "Man, that took thirteen hours," he groaned quietly in annoyance, throwing his head back and rolling his eyes at his own clumsiness.

Before he had the chance to at least pick up the pieces, his roommate, Y/N's, voice, like a heavenly choir, sounded through the halls of their shared apartment. "Pete, is that you?" Instead of feeling the usual butterflies that exploded in his stomach at the sound of her voice, he could feel every drop of blood drain from his body. He stood up slowly with wide eyes and panic-stricken features.

He'd woken Y/N up. Despite his terrible, terrible efforts at keeping quiet, he'd woken the beast and, now, she was going to rip his head off, he was sure. Peter swallowed thickly, frozen where he stood in front of the shattered masterpiece that used to be his LEGO Millennium Falcon. "Y-Yeah, it's me," he called as loud as his voice would permit. "Look, I know not waking you up is like your number one thing, and, usually, I'm pretty good about that, but I've kind of been having an off night. I-I didn't mean to wake you up, I swear," he added, making all of these hand gestures even though there was no way in hell she was looking at him in that moment.

He was so nervous, so undeniably nervous, because he was almost one hundred percent sure that Y/N was pissed at him. She hadn't been pissed at him in a while and he knew it was bound to happen again eventually, but he just didn't expect- Wait, was that laughter?

A surge of alleviation cleansed Peter's entire body and a sigh expelled the tension in his muscles as Y/N's amused giggle floated like a fluffy cloud to his ears. He'd never been so happy to hear that sound, like angels strumming on their harps, and he pressed his palm to his chest, almost slumping to the floor in relief. "You didn't wake me, Peter," she reassured him. "I need to ask you a question, though, so if you could come in here, please."

Peter left his bedroom without another worry, opening his door and kicking it shut behind him, and he stepped to Y/N's room, which was directly across the hallway.

He stepped across the threshold of her doorway and into the peaceful, desk-light-lit atmosphere that she'd set up for herself and his heart stopped in his chest at the sight of her. She was sitting criss-cross applesauce on top of her comforter in a pair of lightsaber-patterned pajama pants and one of his old t-shirts which she so rightfully wrongfully stole, staring down at a textbook for God knows what subject with gently furrowed eyebrows and locks of beautifully messy hair falling into her face. He could feel the blush rising to his cheeks almost instantly and, before he could think, he was tugging at the collar of his Spider-Man suit because it was suddenly so hot in there. Maybe, it's just her, Peter thought to himself, clearing his throat awkwardly and leaning a little less than nonchalantly against her wall. "What did, uh, what'd you need to ask me?" He asked. Various parts of his face-eyebrows, nose, eyes, mouth-scrunched and unscrunched as he gave a measly attempt at finding a facial expression that Y/N might maybe, possibly, hopefully find somewhat attractive.