Tom Holland Blurbs

kiss me (p.p.)

Peter had been out on patrol much longer than he normally was. I was pacing back and forth in his room, May had let me in a couple of hours ago when I had knocked on their apartment door looking for Peter. I hadn't wanted to worry since I didn't actually know that something had happened to Peter, he had only just missed dinner. The reason I was more anxious than normal was that the dinner was for our third anniversary and Peter had made it a big deal all week. For him to repeat something more than once and to still be late meant something had happened.

So, I was currently pacing back and forth, waiting for him to slip back through the window and preparing myself for the worst. My anxiety often got the best of me in these situations, and I would find myself imagining terrible things happening to my boyfriend. I never told him how bad it got, because he always came back to me. I think on some level he knew because he would hold me as long as I needed him to when he came back, him just rubbing my back as I tried to hold myself together. Then he would ask if I was alright before telling me everything that happened on patrol that night.

It was after midnight and I had moved to leaning against the wall at the head of Peter's bed so that I wouldn't fall asleep, a battle I was slowly losing. Suddenly, the window slowly opened and a figure dropped softly to the ground. My eyes blinked in the soft light of the desk lamp I had turned on to help keep me up, trying to see if I was imagine things as Peter pulled off his mask and tiptoed over to my figure on the bed, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I realized he thought I was asleep as I watched him move towards the closet to get changed. He didn't walk like he had been hurt and I breathed out in relief. A part of me had been worried he was badly injured somewhere and couldn't get help.

I let out a groan and stretched, letting Peter know I was awake. I heard him shuffling in the closet before he emerged, t-shirt in hand and his brown curls in a disarray, wearing sweats and Iron Man socks. I smiled softly, taking a moment to appreciate my boyfriend. My eyes scanned him, taking in the subtle lines of his flat, defined abdomen and the muscles of his arms as he set the shirt down and moved towards me as I slowly stood up.

"I am so sorry, Y/N," Peter whispered as he enfolded me in his arms, rocking back and forth slowly. "I never meant to miss dinner tonight, there were these guys that were stalking some girls and I lost them for awhile, but I eventually figured out what was going on and-"

I cut him off by pulling his head down to mine and pressing my lips to his, just needing to taste him. He smelled of sweat and cologne and soap and just Peter. I needed him to just be close to me in that moment and he seemed to sense that and kissed me back with everything he had, tongue softly tracing my bottom lip. I opened up to him and he took control of the kiss, darting his tongue into my mouth and exploring it thoroughly. I sighed contentedly, leaning my full weight onto Peter, his super strength accepting me gladly. Eventually, we broke apart slowly, both of us leaning back in for soft kisses as we slowly opened our eyes.

"It's okay, Pete," I whispered, "I know you meant to be there. Someone needed you and that's okay, my love." I pressed a kiss to his neck, not willing to leave the comfort his arms provided me.

"It's not okay, I'll find a way to make it up to you, Y/N," he told me. I smiled softly against his chest.

"Can we just dance? Right now, that's all I really want. We haven't danced since homecoming," I asked him, lifting my head up in time to see a wince flit across his face at the mention of the night he had left me on the dance floor too fight an evil super-villain with metal wings.

"Of course, what song do you want, baby?" Peter said to me, moving to grab his phone.

"Surprise me."

Peter smiled and began to type something on his phone, clicking on a few things before turning the volume up and moving to return to my arms. He placed his head on mine and tugged me tightly against his chest.

Settle down with me

Cover me up

Cuddle me in

I moved my head to look up at Peter, smiling widely. He may forget things, but he could make me smile like no one else could. We swayed together, him moving me around with the soft melody of the song, which was one of my favorites and I couldn't believe he even remembered that it was. I had told Peter I loved Ed Sheeran a few weeks before our first anniversary, when I was patching him up after a nasty fight with a couple of guys who had been robbing electronic stores. They had knives and numbers in their favor, and while Spider-Man had stopped the bad guys, they had gotten a few solid hits in.

"You know what calms me down?" I asked Peter, who was leaning against the counter in the bathroom so I could reach his bruised face easily. "Listening to Ed Sheeran, he has such a comforting voice, it helps me when I'm stressed or freaking out about something."

"I never knew you liked Ed Sheeran," Peter said softly, smiling in spite of his black eye and split lip, "I'll have to listen to him more."

Peter's hands moved up my back, toying with the criss-crossed fabric of the dress I had worn for dinner as he moved to cup my face lightly, leaning down to kiss me again.

Kiss me like you wanna be loved

You wanna be loved

You wanna be loved

This feels like falling in love

Falling in love

We're falling in love

Our lips moved softly together, my hands tangling in Peter's dark brown curls, tugging slightly and causing him to groan against my mouth. Somehow we were still swaying to the music, but Peter pulled me impossibly close to him, his arms wrapping around the small of my back.

My heart's against your chest, your lips pressed in my neck

I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet

And with this feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now

"I love you so much, Y/N," Peter whispered sometime later. The song had ended and another had started, but we were still under the spell of the first song, swaying together slowly.

"I love you more, Pete," I told him honestly, "I'm glad you weren't hurt. I was so worried."

"I know, baby, I'm sorry I missed our anniversary dinner," he murmured.

"It's okay, you're here now."

"Happy anniversary, Y/N," Peter said, pressing a soft kiss to my mouth.

"Happy anniversary, superhero," I whispered against his mouth.