Tom Holland Imagines

Chipmunk (P.P.)

2nd Person POV

"Peter Parker, I swear to god if you don't get out of that bathroom I . . . stop watching Star Wars with you!" It was the final straw, for the last hour you have been smacking the bathroom door and yelling at Peter. He wouldn't come out of the damn bathroom.

May asked you, his best friend, to take him to the dentist to get one of his wisdom teeth removed. And Peter wasn't for it. He knows and trusts you more than anyone, that's also why Aunt May told you to take him, and she's working all day.

"You wouldn't dare," Peter fought as soon as you threatened to stop watching Star Wars. For the past hour it was just food threats and tickle threats, but the appointment is in 20 minutes and you have to get him out now.

"I do dare, and in fact, I'll hide your Spider-Man suit!" you yell once again, and that's when the bathroom door shot open to an angry looking Peter.

Peter towered over you a good . . . four or five inches, making him look intimidating, but you know you have more power over him. "We leave now, you will not hide my suit, and we will watch Star Wars later today when I am in fact, not on drugs."

"Got it, Spidey," you say, booping his nose in the process before running off towards the apartment door.

Not even five minutes on the subway, Peter was already tapping his foot in nervousness.

"Quit it," you whispered over the tons of people.

"I just can't, my foot has a mind of its own," Peter whispers back in frustration.

You move your hand up the railing, meeting Peter's. You grab onto his hand, and his tapping stops.

Okay.

While that was cute in all, now you held onto both of this hands as you drag him into the dentist office. Constantly, Peter planted his feet into the sidewalk, preventing him from moving any closer to the building.

"Peter. Benjamin. Parker." You grit through your teeth, "get your ass in that office now or I will remove those teeth myself."

That threat got him going. Peter's eyes widened with horror, never seeing this side of you, and practically ran into the office. Peter sat in silence while you checked him in. He sat near a elderly woman, but looked a little horrified, as he watched The Good Dinosaur.

You sat down next to him, noticing his foot tapping against the floor again. So you grab one of his hands and saw the tapping stop.

"Peter Parker?" A young woman asks with a clipboard in her hand. Peter's head perks up with his heart racing. Your hand never left his as he dragged you back with him, mostly because he doesn't want to be alone.

The young woman, whose name is Cindy, sat Peter down in a dentist chair, looking frightened as ever. There is a big light above him, a bunch of medical tools he doesn't recognize, and a whole surgery about to happen to him right before his eyes. He wants to run.

But he didn't. Still, you held onto his hand, giving him little squeezes to reassure him you are still here.

The nerves got worse for him when the woman pulled out a rather large needle, his breath hitched. You began rubbing small circles on his knuckles, hoping it you calm him down, which is did a little until that woman kept talking.