Peter Parker/Tom Holland Imagines {REQUESTS CLOSED}

Fluff - PP

Because I couldn't thing of literally any title for this, so instead of waiting a few hours until I was almost asleep and then trying to think of a name, I'm just calling it fluff😂

Y'all I managed to go to a party last night and not die, but instead awkwardly lurk in the corner for an hour and a half before calling it quits, so I think I'd say that's what people call a win😂

Also, your girl is getting her beach on, I'm going to Brighton till Monday(Tuesday? Maybe idk). And I know that sounded like I'm excited, but... I'm not. I'd much rather just stay home, not do anything, and mope in bed all day, but what can ya do?🤷🏻‍♀️

So yeah. This is like... a uni age Peter, which I've always wanted to write, so like... here we go. Probably really bad.

"I can't believe you said that to Professor Wilson," Peter chuckled, carrying two mugs of steaming coffee over to his girlfriend who was lazily sprawled over their small sofa.

"Well he told us no final exam! And then to spring one on us two weeks before? It's a dick move Pete! What was I supposed to do? Sit back and fail his class?" Y/n giggled in response, sitting up to gratefully accept the coffee her boyfriend extended towards her. A splash of cream, and a hella lot of sugar, just like she took it in high school when she and Peter first met.

Of course, the stuttering mess that asked her out to the movies in their Sophomore year was long gone, replaced with this strapping man, who felt more comfortable around Y/n then he did around himself.

"So this is it." He said simply, sitting down on the sofa next to Y/n, moving her legs over his.

"That sounded ominous babe," Y/n shook her head, leaning forward to Peter. "What d'you mean?"

"I mean... this is it. We have one semester until we graduate. This is it," he repeated, staring into her e/c eyes.

"Wow. I-uh, well I hadn't thought about that," Y/n laughed, in attempt to disguise her stress, but Peter saw right through her.

"Hey, it's gonna be fine y'know. I mean, it's scary as shit, yeah, being actual... adults, but we'll figure it out together."

"I mean, I know we will... but Peter, I just, I didn't realise how much we need! I mean jobs, a place to live-"

"Cmon do you really think Tony's gonna take this place back? It's a bit- Well I think it's a bit south of where Tony dwells." Peter reassured her. Tony had gotten the "small" - in his words, not their's - apartment for the young couple after their first year at NYU together (I literally only know one uni in New York😂). It was close to campus, and equipped with a functional, modern kitchen, as well as a spacious living area, separate dining room, and three beds with ensuite baths. He had really outdone himself. It was big enough for them to stay in even after they had kids.

"You're sure?" Y/n asked, still unconvinced that Tony's generosity would hold out.

"Positive. He's... he's like my dad N/n. And a dad wouldn't kick their son out on the street, now would they?"

"No, I guess you're right. But some dad, 'eh?" She joked, smiling into Peter's shoulder. He took the opportunity to kiss the temple of her forehead. Setting down his hardly touched coffee, Y/n did the same, allowing the brunette male to lift her up onto his lap, hands holding the small of her back. Y/n's bent legs went on either side of his taut torso, and she preyed down on her boyfriend, intertwining their lips sweetly.

"I love you so much Peter..." Y/n said, enjoying the grin her words earned, before continuing, "But I need to get back to my homework."

Peter pouted, tightening his grip. "I don't think so."

"Yuh huh. I am not going to get off on the wrong foot this semester. You said it yourself, our last semester. Our last few months of endless schoolwork, exams, angry professors-"

"Well that's one way to kill the mood." Peter grumbled, releasing his grip on his girlfriend entirely, letting her stand up, walking over to her books that were cluttering the table in the adjacent room.

Peter himself had finished all his work earlier. After all, it really only took him an hour or two. When he applied himself, Peter Parker could function like a real genius.

Kissing the top of Y/n's head as he walked to their bedroom, he called after himself, "I'm going on patrol for a bit."

Changing into his suit, he walked back out towards the fire escape.

"Love you babe. Be safe," Y/n shouted from the table.

"Love you too. And I always am!" He replied, despite the fact that they both knew the last part was a lie.

After a busy night of stopping not one, not two, but three robberies, as well as countless other petty crimes, Peter headed back home, unscathed, and ready for a good long sleep.

"Y/n?" He whispered, trying not to wake her if she was already asleep. She was, in fact asleep, but not in their bed.

Collapsed over a textbook, she snores gently, her breath fluttering the pages of her notebook.

"Babe... Y/n... N/n honey wake up," An unmasked Peter poked Y/n gently, watching her stir, before opening her eyes.

"LetmesleepPete," she mumbled incoherently.

"Love you gotta get up. I'll even carry you," he offered when she made no sign of moving.

Lifting her as though she was a feather, he carried her like a sleeping toddler, one hand supporting her bum, the other on her back, as her head drooped over his shoulder.

Setting her on the edge of their bed, he told her, "I'm gonna get you some pjs a'ight?"

Slowly undressing the sleepy mess, he replaced the day's clothes with an old Midtown tee, and flannels. After she slowly brushed her teeth, half heartedly, she crawled into bed under the cream coloured duvet.

"Good night babe." She mumbled, laying her head on Peter's chest.

"'Night Y/n."