Tom Holland ➳ Imagines

Sushi Roll ✧ Peter

Don't be sad.. sad backwards is das
and das not good

Type: fluff
Word Count: 742
Published: November 25, 2017

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You were belly down on your bed, face in the pillow and wet tears staining the pillow cover. Your hot breath was also making your face sweat since there was no air between you and pillow.

Everything was just stressing you out, socially and school wise. You were containing yourself for the past two weeks, but now you couldn't take it anymore. You broke down on a Saturday afternoon, overcoming with heaps amount of stress when you only looked at your math homework.

"(Y/n)?" You hear that sweet voice. After hearing the knob of your bedroom door turn, you expected Peter to be there; you did ask him to help you calm down because knowing you, you'd never stop freaking out if you were by yourself.

Turning your head to face your door, your wet cheeks got a hit of cold air. Hair strands were sprawled over your face as you saw Peter pull out his earbuds and let them hang over the collar of his shirt.

"What's wrong?" A tone of concern took over his voice. Peter approached you slowly to your unmoving body. You watched his face get closer to yours.

Peter took his hand and pulled pieces of hair away from your face. He gave you a crooked smile when he finally saw your eyes. You wanted to smile back, but you couldn't bring yourself to return the gesture.

Peter put his thumb under your eye and lightly brushed your cheek, also looking over to the side for something.

Following his eyes, Peter was probably looking at your blanket. Still not moving, you let Peter grab your blanket and open it in front of you.

Peter placed the blanket over you and picked you up to wrap the remaining blanket around you.

"You look like a sushi roll." Peter chuckled.

You shake your head, remembering this boy has some super strength because of a spider. When Peter was done wrapping you in your blanket, he huffed before carrying you over his shoulder.

With your view of his back since your waist was bent over his shoulder and with the knowledge of your house, Peter walked closer to your couch and plopped you on the cushions before leaving to disappear into the kitchen. With some movement you had inside the blanket, you fixed yourself to sit up comfortably.

Peter came back with a juice box you didn't know you had from your fridge. Not questioning, Peter pierced the straw into the box and held it to your mouth. You drank some juice, pulling away from the straw to show your done.

Then, after Peter put down the juice box on the coffee table, he reached for the TV remote and started flipping through channels.

As Peter was going through talk shows and cartoons, you saw him pass by Criminal Minds.

"Wait, go back." You mumble, a little hoarseness in your voice. Peter hit the back button and put the remote down when he saw a small smile tug at your lips.

"This is your favorite show?" Peter asked sitting back next to you. You nod, watching an episode you probably watched already.

"Are you still sad?" He then asked, turning to face you. Looking back at your boyfriend, you shake your head.

"Nope. Thanks for this." A small grin appears in your face as you lean in closer to Peter. You meet his lips with yours in a short kiss, but then you feel yourself falling forwards.

"Oof!" You say falling onto Peter's lap since you were still trapped in the blanket. You had nothing to hold yourself so you just let yourself fall.

You and Peter laughed, Peter starting to unwrap you from the blanket. Once you're free, you take the blanket and spread it out between you two to share.

For the rest of the day, you and Peter watched Criminal Minds, cuddled under the blanket.

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heyyy babes, what's up? yesterday was thanksgiving; if you celebrate, i hope it was relaxing and blessed :)
sorry for not posting as much as i used to. i'm more on my fan account, @/dammitholland on instagram; follow me since i'm very active on there!!
also i think the ending of this imagine was rushed.. oops.. but i hope you still like the gist of the imagine

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