Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

#12 (Peter Parker) melting rose

 I have been dating Peter for now over a year. I loved him more then most things on this earth. I was a senior studying visual art. I was just finishing up a drawing of him, when i hear a knock on the window. I open it without looking, sitting back down to give my drawing some touch ups. "I guess you are use to that by now" i nod at Peter, still not looking up. "What do you think" i hold up my drawing to Peter, i drop it and rush over to him. "Oh my god, Peter what happened" he was gripping his side in agony. "I missed while jumping a large fence" i drop to my knees putting pressure on the huge slit going up his side. "Um okay, okay stay here i'll be back" he winced at me taking my hand off the wound. I grab a first aid kit, sneaking pasted my mum. "you knob head" i snapped, he was bleeding on the floor. He painfully smiled at me, i took his hand off the wound. "right... um" i grab a bandage. I pull up his suit where the cut was, moving it out of the way. "This is not working take your suit off" i turn away giving him privacy as i grab some more supplies.

"Okay deep breath in" i whisper, Peter takes a heavy breath in. I place disinfected on the wound, he winces holding in the painful noise. "Sorry, sorry" i quickly cover the wound with the bandage i picked up earlier. I make sure it is secure before backing away, Peter was just staring at me. "What, is there another wound" i panic checking him for other injuries. "No, i was just think how lost i would be without you" i blush turning away. "I will try to sew up your suit tomorrow" i change the subject. "Will you be okay without it till then" he nods, grabbing my hand. "Thanks you y/n" i smile at his gratitude. "Your welcome and i guess i won't charge you for the bandages" i joke breaking eye contact. "No i mean thank you for everything, you have always been there to support me. You help me when i am in need. You protect my secret better than i do myself. I really do love you y/n" i blink in surprise. I did not reply, then there was a knock at the door. I kick Peter's suit under my bed, knowing he would be hiding i open the door. "Hi mum" i stand in front of the door, blocking her vision. "Hi honey, i just came to let you know dinner's ready" i nod smiling, before shutting the door.

"Okay you can come down" i whisper taking a seat back at my desk. Peter drops from the roof landing next to me silently. I look down at my drawing on the floor, it had blood dripped all over it. I hold back the angry tears, it had taken me so many hours. "y/n, i-i'm so sorry i know how long that took you" i pick it up. I just stood there looking at the red spread down the paper. I throw it in the bin, totally ruined by the blood covering my hard work. "I-i'm so, so sorry" i just look at Peter. It was not his fault, but then again it was his blood. No he came to me for help, he had nowhere else to go. My stupid drawing was just a causality, a loss in the process. It was not just a drawing though it took me four hours of hard work. It was going to be part of my art school profile.

"y/n" i snap out of my deep thoughts. "I know you're probably mad so i should leave" i just look at his face fall. My heart received a small shot of pain, it was guilt. I pull Peter into a hug, i could not blame him for any thing. I was just angry and sad right now but it will pass. I let him go and pull the art out of the bin, i sit down looking at it. I grab a black marker drawing on top of the blood. It now did not look like Peter but a rose melting, i look at it for a second. "I love it, and it would have never been a thing if you did not make me smile" i say looking up at Peter's confused eyes. "I bleed on it y/n, i destroyed your work" i shake my head. "It is, what it is you can't change the past" i look at Peter's deep brown eyes, my arms around his neck. "Now go home and get changed" i ruff up his hair. "You are amazing you know" i smile at him. "And try not to get caught out there half naked, okay" he laughed before swing out my window. I go back to the drawing erasing the pencil drawing of Peter, filling in the stem of the rose.

Minutes later Peter swings in through my window "I thought it through". I look up at him "I'm going to give you an award for being the most understanding girlfriend ever" i smirk. "I will take my trophy now" i joke bowing to Peter. "I have something even better" Peter webs me closer. He places his arm around my waist, he leans down. I close my eyes. After almost a second i pull away slightly out of breath. "Okay cool but where is my trophy" he smiles at me, sending butterflies swarming in my chest. "You are cheeky" i smirk agreeing with him. "Right what to do with you" i take that as a sign to run.

I start jogging around my small room, climbing up on my bed. Peter follows me, i jump off my bed and hide in the closet. "You've trapped yourself here" Peter says knocking on the closet door. "Not if i go to Narnia" i call, burying myself under my clothes. Peter open the closet, i look up at him half way deep in clothes. "To Narnia" i call raising my hand, Peter laughs at me, i grab his hand. I yank him down into the closet. "Hurry we must get there before the witch" i call burying Peter in clothes. "Hey wait a minute" i stop. "We must go together, quick give me your hand" he takes me hand.

I start laughing really hard "o-okay... we... can get.. out now" i blurt out between laughter. Peter gets out, then helping me out "was a great journey". I kiss Peter on the cheek quickly before jumping on my bed. "Is there a reason you keep dodging my kisses" i roll off my bed and stand up to face him. "Yes, you make me nervous so i panic. Then i break the kiss off before i have a nervous breakdown or turn into a tomato" i stated causing Peter to scoff. "I guess it goes both ways then" i blush. "I guess i make you blush also"Peter rubs the back of his hand on my cheek, this time i scoff. "what no... it's hot in here" i claim pacing around, trying to gain control over my cheeks. "I should get going May will start to worry" i nod at him. He was about to jump out of the window i run over to him."Wait Peter"i call our faces extremely close. He looked at my lips then back at me. My heart rate jumps up so fast it gave me whiplash. "Bring me my trophy tomorrow" i speedily mumble. Peter looks at his feet "Right the trophy" he chuckles. He goes to jump away, i catch his hand. Turning him to me, i lean out the window connecting my lips with his. We kissed for a few minutes, i pull away smiling. "Night Peter " i whisper playing with his hair, before closing my window.