Prompt: Can you do a Tom Holland (Peter Parker) one-shot where the reader catches him in his Spider-Man suit when she accidentally walks into his room? And he tries to explain but he lets it slip that he loves her and it’s all flufy and cute?
The skies were a clear, cloudless blue, and the air was cool as it breezed through the New York City streets. Newspapers danced along the side walks; a man clad in khakis and a Polo grumbled to himself as he retrieved his lost magazine from a nearby bench, then tucked it underneath his arm and continued on his way.
You maneuvered yourself around the trash cans, recycling bins, and cardboard boxes that lined the streets of the familar neighborhood, and took the concrete steps two at a time as you made your way to the front door.
You turned the brass knob and peeked through the crack in the door. The TV was on, probably playing one of the few soaps that Aunt May liked to watch, and the room smelled like cookies and vanilla. “Hello?” you called, and closed the door behind you.
Aunt May’s head appeared from the doorway of the kitchen; her salt-and-pepper colored hair was wrapped up in a messy bun, and a dash of flour was evident on her rosy cheeks. “Peter’s upstairs in his room. Make yourself at home, sweetheart”, she said with a smile, and returned to her task of mixing the cookie dough.
You jogged up the steps and made your way down the narrow hall; the house was small, but it always felt like home to you. The upstairs had only two bedrooms and a bathroom that both Peter and May shared. It wasn’t difficult to know which bedroom belonged to who, for Peter’s door was decorated with posters and “KEEP OUT” signs. Typical.
“Pete?” you called, and turned the door knob. “I have your coffee. Hazelnut, right?” You let yourself into his room, only to stop in your tracks as your eyes settled on his disgruntled figure.
Peter sat on his bed; a red and blue mask was partially covering his face, and he was struggling to pull up a red boot over his knee. “Um.” You paused, then set down the coffee on his desk. “I can come back some other time?” you suggested, and backed up into the door. “You’re obviously...busy.” You dropped your eyes from his suit to the floor and turned to let yourself out.
“Wait, [Y/N]!” he called, and jumped up from the bed. “Don’t leave.” Your eyes were wide as you watched a thick string of web shoot from his wrist and onto the door knob. “I need to talk to you.”
“What’s going on?” you demanded.
With a sigh, he pulled the mask from his head, revealing a mess of brunette locks and his boyish features. “I have to tell you something”, he mumbled.
“What’s there to tell me, Pete?” you asked. “You dress up in a...” you paused, looked away, and continued. “You’re Spider-Man.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you spoke.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. It’s not that I don’t trust you. I do, I swear I do. But I really care about you, and I was afraid that if you knew you either wouldn’t like me anymore or...” He paused to take a deep breath, and let the air pass through his nostrils. “I really like you, and I didn’t want to risk anything, okay? I’m sorry.” He plopped back down on his mattress, seemingly defeated, and shook his head. “I’ll understand if you leave.”
You settled onto the bed beside him, wrapped an arm around his neck, and rested your head on his shoulder. “I’m your best friend, Pete. I’ll always be here for you.” You squeezed his hand and smiled as his eyes met yours. “Okay?”
“Okay”, he whispered, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I...” His brows furrowed as he bit down on his lower lip. “I love you, [Y/N]. I meant what I said when I told you that I liked you.”
His palms were sweaty, but you didn’t mind. You brought his hand to your lips and pressed a kiss to his warm skin.
“I love you, too, Petey. I always have, and I always will”, you murmured.
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