Tom Holland is soft, but you know what’s softer?
Tom Holland, as Peter Parker.
What’s even softer than that Peter Parker?
Tom Holland holding a puppy.
Therefor! we need to see, Tom Holland, playing Peter Parker, holding a puppy.
It will be the ultimate softness and none of us will survive, but oh, it’ll be worth it. (The only way this scenario could be even softer is if he’s wearing a sweater too)
Peter Parker has big soft energy
Before you and Peter got together:
-There was a lot of staring
from both of you, but more so from Peter.
– Not very subtle either, you caught him in the act a lot
-His face would go bright red and he’d cough and immediately turn away trying to play it off.
He usually just ended up choking instead of coughing
– You were more lowkey about it
– stealing glances at the cute nerd
-You figured he was never going to make a move and talk to you, so you did.
-You decided to go talk to him while he was at his locker,
-But you being there startled him. He banged his head on the locker and the conversation ended up a bunch of awkward apologies on both ends.
-Peter was flustered the rest of the day, and kept bothering Ned about it too.
“But dude (Y/n) walked up to me! what if they wanted to say something but I ruined it? I ruined everything. Now (Y/n) hates me and will never speak to me again. That’s it, I’m going to die alone.”
-“Dude I’m still here, you’ll only die partially alone. When I have a life.”
-So, you tried to approach him again. This time while he was on his laptop, far away from any lockers in hopes of not causing him pain, but rather asking him out.
-“Hi Peter!”
-“(Y/n)! (Y/n), hello (y/n), what are you um, I mean, Hi (Y/n).” his fidgeting is so adorable you want to ‘aww’ at him.
Finding Out He’s Spider-Man:
-cue graceful Andrew Garfield-like smashing into every wall, ceiling and piece of furniture in the room while trying to yank his mask off.
-“Peter what did you do! my room looks like there actually was a tornado!”
-“I-I tripped”
-“And ended up on my ceiling?!”
He really sucked at the whole keeping a secret identity thing, his lying skills are nonexistent. It’s really sad if you’ve seen him try.
-There were a lot of spider jokes after that.
A lot.
-Waking up to him calling you in the middle of the night when he needs a little extra help patching himself up.
-Or occasionally when he barely manages to hit dial because his phone is stuck to his ankle..
-“Peter why are you calling so late, did get caught in your own webbing or something?”
-“….”
-“You got caught in your own webbing again didn’t you.”
-*spins laptop towards Peter*
-“Who’s that flying through the air with the greatest or ease? Spider-man!”
-“(Y/n) can you stop with the videos? specifically the ones where I crash into things” he mumbled
Videos:
-Since you already know he’s Spiderman, Peter gets to show you all his videos of going to Germany and during fights, while adding to his commentary while showing you.
-He loves texting you and face timing whenever possible but when it isn’t he resorts to recording all his adventures (and cutesy ‘I love you’s’) throughout the day to give you later.
Cuddling:
-Peter Benjamin Parker is a cuddle bug.
-He’s always ready to cuddle whenever you are!
-And a little bit pouty when you aren’t. He just wants affection.
-Peter also has the cuddliest hoodies and sweaters, along with a pile of after-Christmas fluffy discount blankets so it’s perfect.
-Besides, his apartment doesn’t get too warm during the winter so extra cuddle excuses.
-Not that you need much convincing.
-Peter gladly lays in whatever position you want, he’s just happy to be close to you.
-His favorite though is snuggled against you, his head on your chest and arms around your waist. Optimal Parker Cuddles.
-Aunt May has so many pictures of you and Peter fast asleep all curled up together.
Ok so, Peter was a smol nerd, sweater vests, glasses (even though we didn’t get to see them dammit), extremely smart, the stereotypic smart nerd.
What if Peter has asthma too, that also fits the ‘nerd’. But, every single spider ever has asthma, that’s why they can’t keep running.
So after Peter gets bit, he’s now a muscled up super Peter, his eyesight perfect, he can stop a truck barehanded he feels invincible! Nothing can stop him now.
Then he’s running late to class, all well, and he runs out of breath, air constricting and has to pull the almost forgotten inhaler out of his backpack just in time through fumbling panic.
Everything else about him is Super Built, and he still, somehow, he has asthma.
Peter is so close to just swearing. Peter is so done right now.
Just think of him being angered and all awkward hand waving cause he still has asthma.
I wonder if Peter talks in his sleep
Peter sitting on your messy bed, comfortably waiting for you to come back in your room and feeling a different fabric beneath his fingers, lifting it up he sees he is now holding one of your bras you tossed and panics, trying to toss it away and not be a pervert, but then his hand sticks to it (like in tasm) and starts freaking out even more,
you reenter your room to see Peter frantically trying to pull your nicest bra off his hand, then getting the other spidey-stuck to it and falling off the bed. You can’t help but shake your head at your beloved mess of a boyfriend.
(I try to do gender neutral stuff but I thought this was funny, if you don’t wear bras could be a pair of your underwear~)
What if Peter had no idea he was bitten by a spider, has no clue whatsoever why he keeps sticking to things all of a sudden, but he has found his super power…he is…STICKY-MAN
“‘Nothing without the suit’?” you look at Peter incredulously. He couldn’t really believe that, right?
Peter sat on your bed while he recounted you about the days’ events, from his battle and trying to hold the ship together, to his word for word conversation with Tony Stark.
Not once did he lift his head, opting to stare at the floor dejectedly instead.
“Peter…” you walk in front of him, resting your hands on his shoulders and rubbing your thumbs softly against his shirt “That’s not true Peter, that’s not even close.”
Peter slowly looks up, tears in his eyes, with a look of sadness so pained it almost makes you cry. “How is it not true (Y/n)? I’m nothing without the suit. I’m just Peter. Not a hero, I’m nobody and nothing.” he looks back at the floor trying to choke back a sob,
It hurt you so much to see Peter like this, without his usual happy smile and not cracking any science jokes or Star Wars quotes.
Peter has been trying his best, with everything, schools and hero-ing. Doing his best and trying so hard to save everyone. He always does.
And this, more than anything else really hurt him. Especially losing the suit and because of how much he always looked up to ‘Mr. Stark’
Ironman or eggshells you didn’t care, you just want to kick his teeth out for hurting Peter.
You gently cup Peter’s cheek and make him look up at you, your voice stern and looking him in the eye "Peter, you are not ‘nothing without the suit’. The suit is nothing without you.“
Peter’s brows furrow in confusion but you continue before he can speak.
You brush away the tear gliding down his cheek "Peter, it’s a suit. Nothing more.” at this, he opens his mouth to protest. You put a finger to his lips silencing him though.
“Sure Peter, the Stark suit is a lot fancier and more high tech than the old sewn up hoodies we mashed together, but that doesn’t make it more than a suit.” Peter huffs and slumps his shoulders, turning his head to stare at the wall instead of looking at you, he feels too ashamed of himself.
You know he doesn’t believe you, and that he loves and fanboyed about that suit like it was the greatest thing on earth. But he needs to hear it.
“You were Spider-Man before you had the suit, you were a hero protecting Queens then, and you still are now.”
Peter finally gives in, looking at you with red eyes and the tiniest of smiles. He carefully wraps his arms around your waist, his head going to rest on your chest “You always know how to cheer me up (Y/n).” he breathes out quietly
You hug him closer, making him automatically nuzzle himself into your embrace and smile. “You’re still a Spider-Man Petey. Still a true hero.”
He sighs gently, feeling much better now. “You really think so?” he asks, already half asleep while you gently run your fingers through his hair.
“Of course you are little Spidey. Just not quite as fashionable.” you grin hearing his little snort at your attempted joke.
you pull back enough to lean down and kiss his forehead “You’re a hero Peter, my hero. And don’t you forget it.”
You tap his nose pulling him back against you.
Peter crawling on Scott’s head and looking in like the curious little spider he is.
He’s just peaking in like
‘Hello in there, who the hell are you?’
‘I am a spider, you are bug too. How are you a big bug?’
The debate would start while having a Harry Potter marathon (the millionth and fourth one) You’d probably end up deciding he’s a GryffinHuffleClaw or something “Because Pete, you’re sweet and caring as a Hufflepuff, smart as a Ravenclaw and brave like a Gryffindor”
you tap his nose each word Peter snuggles up to you more pulling the blanket around him better
“What about Slytherin?” you comb your fingers through his hair “I’ll be the Slytherin to your Hufflepuff and punch anyone who bothers you”
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