Peter Parker/Tom Holland Imagines {REQUESTS CLOSED}

Tutor - PP

I've literally lost the ability to sleep. Send help please😦

You looked down at the paper in shock. A 37%. How could you have gotten such a poor mark? You... you kinda studied. It's just you had been so busy, studying seemed like too much of a luxury.

The bell rang, and everyone filed out of the classroom. You slowly raised form your seat, and walked over to the teacher's desk.

"Ah, Ms. L/n, yes I expected to be speaking to you," the teacher had hardly raised her head from her laptop.

"How can I make this up?" You asked, tossing it on top of the desk.

"Make it up? No I'm sorry but I'm afraid there'll be no 'making it up'. Just do better next time."

"Pardon me?"

"Yes. I would however recommend getting a tutor. Mr. Parker is highly skilled in physics. He's stopped tutoring last semester I believe, but I can talk to him, and see if he'll make an exception."

"O-okay," you replied shakily, nodding your head. Turning around, you left the classroom.

"What a prick," you scoffed once the door closed.

The next week, your teacher held you back after class.

"Y/n, this is Peter Parker," she motioned to the boy next to her, "He's agreed to tutor you in physics."

"Yeah, I know him. Um, hi Peter," you turned to him. He lifted his head, blushing furiously, and mumbled a 'hi'.

You'd know Peter since you had been in middle school now that you think of it. He had always been a quiet kid, and one who got bullied too, but for as long as you'd known him, a nice one.

"So the two of you can sort out what times'll work. Hopefully, Mr. Parker can help sort out your marks for the next test Ms. L/n," the teacher said over the brim of her glasses.

"Great, thanks," you said emotionlessly.

Walking out next to Peter, you tried a smile on him. "Thanks for helping me out."

"Oh, yeah, no no no, it's not a problem at all. No problem. Not a, a problem." He muttered, looking down at his feet.

"Okay..." you chuckled a bit at his stutter, coughing to hide it. "So when do you wanna meet up?"

"Uhhh, well um, tomorrow afternoon? If that works for you!"

"Yeah I think I can move some things around," you smiled reassuringly.

After school the next day, you were gathering your books, when you saw Peter approach you.

"So, you, uh, ya ready to study?" He scratched behind his ear, hopping a bit from foot to foot.

"Yeah, just give me a sec."

"Oh yeah no pressure!" His voice cracked, raising about an octave.

Once you had your stuff gathered, you headed out to your house. You opened the door, heading to the kitchen, grabbing some snacks for the two of you.

"Okay, so how do I do this?"

"...Do this?"

"Study."

"Ahhh," Peter nodded, taking his textbooks out. "So let's start with some warm ups."

After a few weeks of tutoring, your grades had lifted to nearly passing, and you'd really started to care for Peter.

"Wait? So you're telling me you've never seen The Proposal?!" You gasped at him, as the two of you sat on the floor of his bedroom.

"Well you've never seen Star Wars!"

"Fine, fine, fine, I'll watch Star Wars - but only if you watch The Proposal with me!" You pointed a finger at him seriously, taking another handful of popcorn.

"Okay, fine - oh shit," he said checking his watch.

"What?"

"I have to- I hafta go," he rushed, standing up.

"Alright well, okay, I'll go. See you tomorrow?" You were a bit shocked, but began to pack your books all the same.

"Yeah of course! Sorry, I didn't mean to spring this on you."

"No, yeah, it's all good," you laughed, trying to hide your disappointment.

Walking out of Peter's apartment, you began the walk home.

The Queens streets were poorly lit, and you hugged your backpack closer to your body. The wind blew coolly all around you, and your teeth chattered quickly.

Suddenly, you were slammed into an alley with much gusto. Looking up, a large man towered over you, a gun in his right hand.

"Lie on the ground! I'm gonna count to ten and your backpack and phone better be on the ground or I shoot! Okay? One... two... three... four...-" a loud thwip cut the guy off, and you looked up to see Spider-Man in action.

It took the hero all of five seconds to have the criminal webbed against the wall.

"You alright miss?" He asked you in a heavy New York accent.

"Yeah... Yeah," you replied nervously, catching your breath. "Thanks."

"You're-you're walking alone miss?" Spider-Man asked you, his voice sounding familiar, but you couldn't place your finger on it.

"Oh, yeah, I was just coming from a friend's house."

"Your friend... well he shouldn't have let you go home alone," Spider-Man sighed, rubbing his hand over his mask.

"No I mean it's fine, really. He had somewhere to be," you said, beginning to walk out from the alley.

"Well at least let me walk you home."

"Oh I'm sure you have more important things to do," you told him.

"No! I mean, no," he said, lowering his voice. "My job is to protect the citizens of Queens y'know."

"Um, okay then... uh, thanks?" You chuckled nervously.

"So tell me more about this friend of yours."

"Peter? Oh he's the best," you gushed, smiling widely. "Yeah, he's like the smartest kid in my school, and well, he started out as my tutor, but then, I kinda... well I guess I can tell you." He nodded eagerly, and you continued, "Well then I started to have feelings for him. I mean, it's completely one sided of course-"

"I'm sure that's not true!"

"No I mean, you don't get it. Peter is... he's sweet, and funny, and a genius, and way too good for me-"

"Please Y/n like any guy could be too good for-" he broke off, looking at you through his mask. You stopped breathing, and gently lifted your hand to the bottom of his mask. Slowly raising it over his face, you revealed one Peter Parker himself.

"Surprise," He smiled weakly. "If it's any consultation... I think he likes you too."

Oooooh that was fluffly and I know that's not a word but it was originally a typo and then I fell too much in love with it, so fluffly, let's make it happen.