Peter Parker/Tom Holland Imagines

Arachnaphobia - Tom Holland

A/N: I'M BACK YALL!!!! That break was barely a break, but I have learned that I spend too much time on Wattpad to take a break from it. Updates in this book are going to be kinda sporadic for a while because I'm pouring a lot of my energy into finishing Yours Truly and Stark Crossed Lovers. Plus finals season is coming up soon and I need to pour a lot of energy into studying. AND I'm job hunting at the moment along with trying to run my youtube channel, so my brain is kinda all over the place at the moment. But, I've learned that writing for you guys is my solitary and relaxation so here I am.

Credits: I would like to formally thank the spider in my shower that scared the crap out of me for this idea.

Warnings: really crappy writing
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You were taking a shower, shampooing your hair as one does, when you opened your eyes and saw it. It being a spider the size of Texas. Seriously, this thing was so big it could have taken over the Empire State Building, and it just hanging upside down in your shower, taunting you.

"Heyyyyy...dude," you said tentatively, subconsciously taking a step back as you stared at the spider. "Didn't mean to intrude on your personal space. You just stay there, don't move a single one of your freakishly long legs, and I'll wash this shampoo out and be out of your hair. Or, I guess, more so you'll be out of mine," you muttered nervously, laughing as though the spider understood your not-so-funny joke.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes once more and began rapidly rising the soapy suds out of your hair. You knew that technically the spider was just a daddy long legs and couldn't hurt you, but it was the largest spider you'd ever seen and you had severe arachnophobia. The fact that you didn't pass out the moment you laid eyes on it was a miracle.

Eyes still closed, you tried to remind yourself that you were bigger than the spider was. If it launched at you - could spiders launch at people? You sure hoped not - you could defeat it. "Ok, yn, it's just a spider," you told yourself, opening your eyes.

The spider, holding to its promise, hadn't moved, so you grabbed the conditioner off the shelf and squirted a glob into your hand. If you could respect each others boundaries, all would be fine and you could finish the shower.

You ran your conditioner covered hands through your hair, keeping your eyes on the spider at all times. Then it moved a single leg, bending it inwards as though it was beckoning you to come closer. "Please don't move," you whimpered, trying to even more rapidly finish washing your hair.

"Please don't - AHHHHHHHH!" The spider, not listening, began crawling towards you at a supersonic speed. If the Flash, Pietro, and this spider had a race, you were willing to bet money that the spider would win.

Not waiting for the spider to reach you, you shut off the water and ran out of the shower (a terrible decision considering you were dripping water all over the floor and almost fell four times). You threw on a robe and grabbed a towel, attempting to soak up some of the water from your hair as you ran down the hallway.

"TOM!" You screamed, banging on the door to his room in the Airbnb the cast was sharing. "TOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!" You raised your fist to knock again but just then the door opened and you almost fell through.

"YN?" The brunette Brit asked concerned, taking in your terrified and very wet appearance. "What the - are you alright? Why are you soaking wet," he asked, touching the arm of your robe, which was soaked through the water dripping off your hair.

"No I am not alright," you shouted, practically on the verge of tears. "I was taking a shower and then I looked up and THERES A SPIDER BIGGER THAN TEXAS IN MY BATHROOM THOMAS. THIS THING IS THICKER THAN A SNICKER. BABY GOT SOME SERIOUS BACK IN THERE. IF GODZILLA, KONG, AND THIS SPIDER HAD A FIGHT, THE SPIDER WOULD KILL ALL OF THEM AND I NEED YOU TO KILL IT FOR ME."

Tom didn't mean to laugh. He knew you were terrified of spiders and felt bad for how seemingly traumatized you were, but watching you rant about this spider, in a bathrobe, water pooling by your feet because you didn't bother to dry off before running down the hall, your arms flailing wildly as you ranted, it was impossible not to laugh.

"Yeah yeah yeah, this is very funny," you pouted, rolling your eyes. "But seriously," you grabbed Tom's arm and tugged on it, though he didn't move. "Can you please come kill it?"

Tom made a "don't shoot" motion with his hands and stepped back. "But I'm scared of spiders too!"

"Pleaseeeeee Tom," you whined, stomping your foot on the ground like a four year old, the water on the floor splashing up at yours and Tom's ankles. "I can't kill it. I physically cannot. The spider will kill me snd then take over my bathroom."

"Alright darling," Tom chucked, holding his arm out for you to grab. "Lead me to the spider of doom."

"Thank you," you signed, wrapping your hands around his wrist and dragging him into your bathroom. "There." You pointed to the ceiling.

"Love, did you decide to turn your bathroom into a swimming pool?" Tom lifted up his foot, looking at his now soaked sock.

"There was no time to dry off! I had more pressing issues!"

"Alright alright," tom chuckled. He ripped a paper towel off the role on the counter and despite also being terrified of spiders, he walked towards your shower, grabbing the spider in the paper towel.

"There, see?" He held up the paper towel and raised his eyebrows. "No more spider," he said, flushing the wad down the toilet.

"Thank you," you said gratefully, sighing in relief as you walked forward to give Tom a hug. Tom reciprocated the hug, pulling you into it even though he now looked he'd just been pushed into a pool.

Tom left and you finished your shower and put on your pajamas. You had just finished doing your skincare routine and blow drying your hair when a thought crossed your mind.
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"Come in," Tom called when you knocked on the door. He was laying in bed watching Guardians of the Galaxy. "Whats up," he asked, eyeing the pillow under your arm.

"Can I sleep in here tonight? Please? I was thinking about it, and what if the spider has friends? What if I go to bed and wake up in the middle of the night, and the spider is just hovering over my face? I can't scream for help because if I open my mouth it might crawl in, and," you exhaled and looked around Tom's room. "This seems like a relatively spider free zone."

"You're absolutely ridiculous," Tom chuckled, opening his arm and patting on the bed, signaling for you to come sit next to him, and you did. "And the most over dramatic person I know," he added when you placed yourself next to him, his wrapping around your waist, your head resting on his shoulder.

"I'm an actress," you reasoned. It's my job to be over dramatic." Tom just laughed and kissed the top of your head, the two of you sitting contently as you watched the movie, although you were still on the lookout for spiders every now and then.