Peter Parker (Tom Holland) imagines

dont go-part 5

*lmao warning this gets very smutty like hella smutty thats all*

feel asleep with the picture on my chest, hoping I would see Peter again soon.

*a couple of months later*

I woke up, and Natasha was standing at the end of the bed.

"Hey Y/N," she smiled.

"Nat,"

"How's it going?"

I sighed.

"I miss him,"

She nodded.

"I know,"

"But he'll be back soon, I promise,"

I nodded, and she left.

I showered and got dressed, feeling a little bit chilly.

I walked into Peter's room for the for time in months.

I smiled, hands running over his sheets, breathing in his scent.

I then walked over to his dresser, pulling out one of his old mid town hoodies he wore even though he was years out from high school.

I pulled the hoodie over my head, breathing in his familiar scent, smiling a bit.

I walked out into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of iced tea.

I walked into the living room.

"I promised you I wouldn't leave you," I heard a familiar voice say.

Peter's voice.

I looked up and he was standing in the hallway, bouquet of red flowers in his hand. My glass dropped to the ground, the glass shattering everywhere.

He looked exactly as he did a year ago.

And he was here. He was real and he was here.

"P-Peter?"

"Hi, love," He smiled.

I avoided the tea and glass on the ground and ran to his open arms.

Tears filled my eyes and I jumped into his arms, him spinning me around in a circle.

I cried into his neck.

"You're home and you're alive and you're okay,"

He set me down on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes when he saw my face.

"I'm okay," he whispered.

"And you, you're okay too,"

I nodded, sniffing and smiling.

"I've missed you, Peter,"

"I've missed you too, Y/N,"

I smiled and he hugged me tightly again.

"You're home," I smiled. "You're finally home,"

He chuckled.