just a lovely little book of short stories about a handsome English man we all know and love and his beloved character Peter Parker x
all my own works 🤍
🎗: #1 in "tomhollandimagines" [June 11th, 2022]
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summary: reader deals with a very difficult condition that she and Tom are trying to work out together. but admitting she needs help is part of the problem.
tw: discusses anorexia and eating disorders
"Hey, darling! I'm home! I brought food too. You should've been there. I walked into the restaurant and the cashier looked like she was gonna pass out. She apparently was a huge fan."
I heard my boyfriend set his bags down, then I heard footsteps come up the stairs.
"Hello, love."
I smiled at the sight of him. His curls have grown so long. He's been wearing his glasses lately too. God, he could model in his sleep.
I blushed when he took my hips into his hands and leaned in for a kiss. I cringed a little at how small my body felt against his.
"Hey, beautiful," His eyes gazed lovingly into mine. "Was your morning okay?"
I thought back to earlier this morning when I'd had a panic attack the second Tom left the house.
About a month ago I was diagnosed with an eating disorder, so Tom has been checking in on me more. Asking questions and making sure I'm doing okay.
But every time Tom's not here, I don't eat because I'm lonely and anxious. But then when he is here, I tell him I'm not hungry because I'm self conscious about eating in front of him.
However, today he brought home food. From a restaurant. Which means it's likely our favorite fast food spot.
"My morning was okay, yeah," I told him, trying my best to fake a confident expression. "Better now with you here, though. I missed you."
"I was only gone for maybe three hours, lovely," Tom teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he kissed me again. His curls brushed against my forehead, so I slipped my hand into his hair. A soft sigh of relief left his frame in front of me. "But I missed you too. I wish you could come with me to these meetings. But they're strictly cast only."
"It's okay. I know you're coming home to me after them, so I can manage a few hours on my own."
"Yeah," He finally pulled back. "Brought home food, though. Have you eaten anything yet today?"
I gulped. "N-no. I haven't."
"Oh, okay," I tried to ignore the guilt I felt when he frowned a little. "Well, do you think you could eat now? Even just a little bit? We have that party to go to in a few hours, I'd hate for you to not feel well."
