Peter Parker (Tom Holland) imagines

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I knocked on the only person I could go to's window.

"Please be here," I cried.

I saw the window open and Peter was staring back at me.

"Y/N?" He asked.

He was obviously tired.

"P-Peter," I said.

"I'm sorry, I'll uh- I'll go back to my h-"

I felt his hand grab my wrist.

"Stay," he whispered.

I turned around, crawling into his window.

He turned the light in his room on.

"What happened?" He asked, looking at my red and tear stained face.

"H-h-he," I cried.

He looked at me.

"What?" He asked, softly.

I looked up at him.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

I pulled my shirt off to reveal the bruises and cuts that covered my chest and arms.

His jaw clenched and his hands turned to fists.

"What did he do?"

"I-I asked him to stop, I didn't want it b-but he wouldn't stop he w-w-wouldn't stop," I cried.

"H-he said if I told anyone h-he'd kill me,"

He walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my body.

I buried my face into his chest and cried, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He rubbed my back soothingly.

"It's okay, Y/N," he whispered.

"You're okay, I got you, you're safe,"

After about 30 minutes of us just standing there, enwrapped in each other's arms.

My tears slowed and I looked up at him.

"You're going to be okay, Y/N," he said, wiping the tears from my face.

"Thank you," I whispered.

He nodded and went over to his dresser, pulling out one of his t-shirts.

He tossed it me.

I pulled his shirt on and took off the pants I was wearing.

"Come here," he said.

I walked over and wrapped my arms around him.

He kissed my forehead lightly.

"Peter?" I whispered.

"Yeah?"

"I love you,"

He smiled.

"I love you too,"

I felt his lips brush up against mine, kissing me passionately.

Fireworks exploded inside of my stomach.

When I pulled away I looked up at him.

"Don't let me go,"

He kissed me softly.

"I wouldn't dream of it,"