Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots

"Why didn't you tell me?" (Peter Parker)

"I came back from patrol, I didn't realise she was in my room, so I crawled along my ceiling and shut my door, and then noticed her." He explained.

"That still sounds a lot like when I found out." Ned chuckled. Peter furrowed his eyebrows.

"Huh. Weirdly so, actually." He nodded, shutting his locker.

"So, what are you going to do?" Ned asked. Peter sighed and looked down.

"I don't know. I mean, I love her, I really do, so I need to talk to her again-." His eyes widened and his lips curled slightly as he got an idea. Ned looked at him.

"Does this idea include Spiderman?" Ned asked, immediately recognising Peter's idea face. Peter nodded and smiled.

"Will this idea get you arrested?" he asked. Peter thought for a moment.

"No." he shook his head.

"Will this idea get you punched or physically hurt?" he asked again.

"Knowing Y/N, probably." Peter nodded.

"Is there any point in me trying to talk you out of this idea?" Ned asked, sighing as Peter shook his head and bit his lip.

"Alright, then. Go get her, I guess." He chuckled. Peter smiled again before rushing out of school.

Y/N's P.O.V

My breath exploded into clouds as I walked along the street, on my way home from school. Before everything had happened, Peter and I used to walk home together, since we lived in the same apartment building. I had to admit, I missed his presence. I missed absentmindedly reading his science pun t-shirts when silence took over the conversation, not that the silence between us was ever awkward. I missed how he'd look down at me with an admiring smile on his lips, and how my heart would skip a beat whenever our hands accidentally brushed. I missed him so much, but I couldn't let onto that yet-

I was ripped from my thoughts as a strong arm wrapped around my waist, grabbing me off of the street. I screamed, holding tightly onto Peter's neck and squeezing my eyes shut, not wanting to see how high we were as I buried my face into his neck. Peter webbed us to the roof of our apartment building and gently put me down.

"Oh my god, you asshole, you know I'm afraid of heights!" I yelled, immediately pushing on his chest and leaving his arms.

"I know, and I'm sorry that I had to do that, but I couldn't think of any other way to get your attention." He sighed, pulling his mask off. I gulped and looked at him.

"So, grabbing me off of the street was your only way? You know that's what fucking creeps do, right?" I hissed.

"Will you just fucking listen to me for two seconds?" he spat back. My eyes widened slightly at his tone. Peter had never snapped at me, but I had heard him snap at others, and I knew that he only did it when he was really, really pissed off. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he looked at me.

"I'm sorry for snapping and cursing at you. But I've been trying to talk to you for a month, and you've done everything in your power to stop that from happening, that got to me a lot." He scoffed.

"Peter, you lied to me for two years, I'm sorry, but I think I have the right to be pissed off at you for a little while." I nodded.

"And I've told you that I only lied to you to protect you. I lied because I care about you." He insisted, taking a step forward.

"Fuck that stupid-ass excuse, because if you really did care about me, you would have told me, okay? You clearly don't care about me anywhere near as much as you say you do if you were willing to lie to me for all of that time." I spat. Peter looked at me.

"You really think that I don't care about you?" he choked. I sighed.

"That's what it's starting to look like, Pete. Yeah." I nodded. He returned it, looking off into the distance for a moment before looking back at me.

"Okay. I'm going to show you how much I care about you." He decided before storming towards me. My eyes widened and I couldn't help but take a step back.

"Peter, what-." He took my face in his hands and pressed our lips together gently. I immediately returned it, curling my arms over his shoulders as his hands moved to my waist and tightly gripped my hips. I had waited for this moment for as long as I could remember. I had developed a crush on Peter in around seventh grade, and it had only intensified since then, to the point where I was sure that I was in love with him. I often thought about what his lips would feel like against mine and what his hands would feel like on my waist, and I had to admit that both felt better than I had ever imagined. Peter broke the kiss and touched our foreheads, his eyes fluttering open to meet my gaze.

"How long?" I whispered. He sighed, looking at my lips and gently brushing his gloved fingertips over my cheek.

"Since seventh grade. I don't know why, but around the time you changed your hair from that god-awful style that you'd had since we were eight." He smiled. I gasped, hitting him in the chest and making him laugh as he took my hand in his and gently looked at me.

"So, are we good? Because I want my best friend back, and I want her back as my girlfriend." He nodded, biting his lip as he looked at me. I sighed but couldn't help but smile.

"We're good. And you can have me back as your girlfriend." I spoke. He smiled and started to lean in to kiss me again.

"On one condition." I smiled, leaning back in his arms and pressing a finger to his lips, making him groan but nod, hinting for me to continue.

"No more secrets." I whispered, shaking my head. He nodded, gently taking my finger from his lips and kissing the tip.

"No more secrets." He agreed before leaning down again. This time, I let him kiss me, a smile on my lips as I held him close to me. He broke the kiss and hugged me tightly, burying his face in my hair. I closed my eyes and let myself sink further into his arms, glad to be back with my best friend. Well, my boyfriend now. And I couldn't be happier.