Tom Holland & Peter Parker Imagines

Breaking Point | P.P

Summary: Peter and you have been holding back for a while now, but it seems you've reached your breaking point - From an imagine I'll never finish.

Words: 1052

Best friend!Peter x Reader - Pure fluff!

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"You want to?" hesitantly, you look up, expecting to see his eyes screwed shut and a look of regret on his face but instead you saw him staring back, eyes hazed. "Pete- this could ruin the friendship."

Peter Parker had crushes before, 'course he had. He's been alive for seventeen years and definitely experienced his cheeks flushing red after catching the eye of a girl for too long, or ended up fiddling with his fingers as a distraction so he could stop staring at that boy in the back of his chemistry class in junior year. And of course, he could still remember Liz Allen vividly.

But you, god he didn't even know where to begin. It had gotten to the point where his cheeks were a permanent rosy red and eyes clouded with so much adoration he didn't know how he could still see clearly. That's what MJ had said, at least. This was beyond a crush- he was completely and utterly infatuated with his best friend.

Best friends. They were two words that limited his feelings from going any further. They swam around his brain like a school of fish, taunting and provoking him to go further but it was as though he never could. It was a two letter word that acted as a barrier, an electric fence or a safety seat.

Peter would rather remain as friends to see your smile daily, eyes crinkling shut as your lips curled upwards and hair sprawled over your shoulders or thrown up somehow- loose strands blowing free, and to hear your voice that often reminded him of honey- sweet, always something he enjoyed then to ruin the friendship.

Your seventeen-year-old brain ran no differently, in fact, you were almost identical in the sense that you thought about the other a little more then one would consider 'normal'.

If you weren't with Peter, you were thinking about him. It sounded creepy- god knows' you knew that better then anyone, and at first you didn't think anything of the fact that he invaded your thoughts, from the way the skin above his lips crinkled up when he laughed at a joke or how the science pun shirts he wore were always at least half a size too big for him and hung off of his body slightly.

You'd be stricken with thoughts of your best friend at three am when your body woke you up from a deep sleep, demanding you'd had enough shut-eye and before you knew it you'd be thinking of the odd way he held his pencil in chemistry or the way his lips pursed when he watched the recent star wars movie.

Peter swallowed, back of his throat seemingly closing in as you stared at him with wide eyes. He couldn't work out what it was that he saw in them but all he knew was that it wasn't hatred or disgust. "I think- I don't think that-" He stopped, sighing when the words wouldn't leave his lips. "We could never."

You didn't know whether to believe it or not- ruining the friendship that was. The two of you had been inseparable since first grade. Practically connected at the hip and you did everything you could together. That all only ended for a year, the year Peter became Spider-man. Then there were the six months during the whole Liz Allen situation, but that was in the past.

Peter leans in, breaking the small and only gap that was keeping you apart on his twin size bed, lips gently brushing against yours and while you couldn't exactly call it a kiss- it wasn't completely innocent either.

Of course, it wasn't perfect and Peter had to try and stop his radically beating heart before you felt it. He was worried that he wasn't good, that his breath smelt of the ready salted potato chips he'd eaten only hours earlier and that the way he moved his lips was just... wrong. But you were stressing the same thing.

Maybe it wasn't the same kiss that had woken you up at six am with a rapidly beating heart and wide eyes, or the one you semi-expected to happen at a party three months ago where the two of you were a little less then tipsy. But it was still good nonetheless, and admittedly worth the godawful wait that had been testing you.

You pull away first, slipping your bottom lip between your teeth to try and prevent an awkward laugh, but it slips out anyway. "Take a girl to dinner first."

He stutters for a moment, very little space between the two of you and almost hits his head on the top bunk when he moves away slightly. "Oh- shoot, yeah-"

"I was kidding," You laugh. "We went to dinner together two nights ago." You reply with an awkward smile, trying to contain your excitement, remembering your trip to Taco Bell with MJ and Ned at quarter past ten.

Somehow, the moment was everything you could have imagined and more. Never one with too high expectations you felt a certain satisfaction and ultimately, One of your hands moves up to rest on Peters' cheek and he hopes that his cheeks weren't too hot- embarrassingly red either.

It was you and Peter as natural as ever, previously talking about how irritating the teachers were at school yet gushing about movie stars at the same time in the comfort of his bedroom, surrounded by Peters' most valued posters.

"Yeah, but we should go back, as you know, girlfriend and boyfriend." He looks down, eyes hazy as he tries to process the moment. To say the teenager was on cloud nine was simply an understatement, he was buzzing, just managing to somehow not express it on the outside.

"Did you just ask me on a date?" You cross your legs, hands on your lap though you'd much rather have them in his.

"I did." For some reason, Peter feels that you might say no. Maybe it was because he heard your heartbeat pick up or just because he had low self-confidence but when he sees your smile- the same one he swore he was already in love with and feels himself relax, clammy hands against his jeans.

"Well, it's a yes."