Tom Holland Blurbs

skip day (p.p.)

"PETER BENJAMIN PARKER!"

Peter shot up and over the edge of his bed, landing on the floor in a heap of red and blue when I shouted from the fire escape into his open window. I was laughing wildly at his panic, knowing his exhaustion must have gotten the better of him after patrol the night before and he had mistakenly fallen asleep before taking off the suit. I carefully climbed in the window and let myself drop on the floor, almost falling face first before catching myself and giggling when I heard Peter groan from the floor.

"What do you want, Y/N? I'm tired," Peter complained, sitting up and rubbing his eyes sleepily. His brown curls stuck up everywhere and he looked absolutely adorable as he blinked blearily at me with unfocused brown eyes.

"It's a school day, Pete, you've missed first and second period, so I came to see if you were alright," I said, climbing onto his bed and leaning against the head board as Peter stumbled into his closet to get changed. I heard him trip over something as I pulled out my phone.

"Damn it!"

"You okay?"

"Fine!" he called back, voice muffled.

Peter came shuffling back into view wearing a flannel that hung over a t-shirt that read "if you believe in telekinesis please raise my hand" and jeans. He collapsed face first on his bed with his head right next to my legging clad thigh with a loud sigh, making me laugh again. He turned his face towards me, looking up at my face with a tired expression and making butterflies go crazy in the pit of my stomach. This boy was going to be the death of me.

He's your best friend, he doesn't like you like that, calm down, I told myself.

"What are you looking at me like that for, Pete?" I asked him.

"Wanna have a skip day?" he said, exhaustion lacing his voice. I kept my attention focused on my phone screen, knowing Peter was trying to work his puppy eyes magic on me. He knew his eyes were my weakness when he wanted something. He moved his head onto my thigh and tried to catch my gaze, eventually giving up on that tactic and trying to grab my phone from my hands.

"Peter cut it out, we really should go to school!" I protest, huffing in frustration when he moved too fast for a regular person and plucked my phone from my hand.

The quickness of his movement reminded me of the day I had finally pieced it together that Peter Parker was Spider-Man. I had tripped over a rug in the Parker apartment while I was carrying a whole bunch of snacks to the living room for a movie night with Peter, Ned and MJ. All the snacks would have ended up on the floor, except Peter was suddenly there, somehow catching me and all the snacks before anything hit the floor. He tried to play it off, but he avoided my gaze the rest of the night, which made my mind go into overdrive the rest of the night, not even paying attention to the movies we watched. Eventually I fell asleep, leaning against Peter's shoulder like I always did, except this time I took note of how it wasn't as bony as it used to be, and my head was comfortably rested on firm muscle.

That night I awoke sometime later tucked into Peter's bed, Peter himself nowhere to be seen. I laid there for awhile, trying to fall back asleep, but I couldn't stop thinking about how quickly Peter had moved earlier that night. It wasn't normal, but I couldn't quite make sense of everything. Just as I had finally started to drift off, the window in Peter's bedroom slid open and a dark figure dropped to the ground. I scooted as fast as I could to the opposite side of the bed, my head thumping against the wall as I tried to find the breath to scream.

"Shh! Y/N! It's me! It's Peter! Peter Parker!"

The figure flipped across the room and the light flicked on, revealing Peter in a skin tight red and blue suit waving his hands frantically, as if trying to show me he was no threat. I sucked in a huge breath, eyes wide as saucers.

"Y-you're Spider-Man!" I whisper shouted.

"Yeah, I know!" he whisper shouted back at me.

"I knew it!"

"Yeah I- wait, what?!"

"You are not as slick as you think Peter Parker. Don't ever scare me like that again, I'm going to sleep, good night."

This boy is going to be the death of me, I thought, as I turned over to go back to sleep, knowing I would sleep fine now that Peter was with me.

I was smiling widely as I remembered that night, so lost in the memory I hadn't heard Peter saying my name.

"Y/N? I'm jus' really tired, last night was a long patrol. Wouldn't be able t' pay 'ttention anyways. Please?" Peter was mumbling with exhaustion at this point, eyes closed and face pressed against my thigh to shield him from the sun coming in the window. This boy was going to be the death of me.

"Alright, Parker, you've convinced me, but only because you've been out saving the city and all that. Even superheroes need a skip day, right?"

Peter nodded against my leg, his breathing already evening out. I tentatively reached out and ran my fingers through his curls.

"Pete?" I whispered.

He hummed softly in response.

"Don't you want to put sweats on? Or some pajama pants? You're not going to be comfortable in jeans."

Peter groaned again, that seemed to be his go to response today, but he pushed himself upright and slowly made his way back to his closet. He emerged a few moments later without his flannel on and wearing basketball shorts instead of jeans. I shuffled down the bed a little to lean back into the pillows as Peter climbed up next to me, exhaustion evident on his face. My heart broke a little at just how tired he looked, balancing school and the life of a superhero was tough, but Peter never complained.

I grabbed Peter's laptop and headphones, pulling up Netflix since I wasn't tired and Peter laid down, trying to get comfortable next to me. Every time he would stop moving for more than a few minutes I would think he had fallen asleep, only to have him flip around again. Peter readjusted the pillow, the blanket, and then the pillow again in the span of two minutes before I spoke up.

"Do you want to lay like you were?" I offered, pulling an earbud out so I could hear his response.

"What?"

"You can lay in my lap if you want," I offered again, pushing aside the nervousness I felt because I was concerned about Peter.

Peter turned around towards me and furrowed his eyebrows, as if trying to gauge if I was joking. I moved and set the laptop on the side table, where I could still see the show I was watching.

"C'mon Pete, you need to sleep and you were comfortable."

Peter revealed how tired he actually was by not protesting or asking me five times if I was comfortable with what I was offering and just plopping his head onto my stomach, his arms coming around me lightly. He breathed in deeply and exhaled long and soft, finally staying still for longer than a minute. When his breath still hadn't steadied out to how it did when he was asleep a few minutes later, I looked away from Netflix and down at him.

"Peter? Everything okay?"

"Hm? Oh yeah, yeah," he answered softly. "I just realized something."

"Oh? What's that?" My hands forgot that Peter was only my best friend and started running through his curls again. His breathing was deepening and evening out.

"I think I'm in love with you, Y/N," he whispered.

"What? Peter? Pete?" I craned my head around so I could look him in the eyes.

He loves me? Oh my God.

Peter was out like a light, but my hands couldn't stop carding through his hair, the action steadying my heart as much as it was relaxing Peter. Peter Benjamin Parker, the boy who I was going to tell him I loved him back as soon as he got the sleep he needed. I smiled to myself, not paying any attention to Netflix as I kept softly running my fingers through Peter's soft curls.

This boy was going to be the death of me.