Tom Holland/ Peter Parker imagines:

Stressed:

Slowly, you walked into yours and Tom's shared apartment. A yawn escaped your lips: bed sounded perfect. Just as you were dragging yourself to the bedroom, you heard a frustrated sigh. Your ears perked up. Rather than going straight to the bedroom, you turned and headed towards the noise.

It was coming from the study. Reluctantly, you patted the door three times. A groan sounded from the room.

"Tom?" Putting your hand on the door knob, you slowly pushed the door open. When you walked in, the sight made you sigh. Tom was banging his head lightly on the desk. Pieces of paper scattered the floor and table, probably forms or scripts. When you put your hand on his shoulder, he jumped a little.

"Tom, have you eaten?" He groaned again. "Come on, let's get you some food."

"Leave me alone." He muttered. You sighed once again.

"Come on! You're worrying me." Suddenly, Tom sat up. He ran a hand through his hair and looked at you.

"Let me work! I need to finish all of this before the end of the week, and I don't need any distractions! Get out of my room and leave me alone." Anger filled your insides, but it was instantly replaced by sadness.

"O-Okay. I'm s-sorry." You spun around and walked fast out of the room. The door slammed shut behind you. You didn't want to cry, he was just stressed, but it still upset you. You were just trying to help, after all. Your legs carried you to the shower.

After stripping down and grabbing some pjs, you turned the tap on. The hot water greeted your tired body. For a minute you just stood there and let the water run down your body. All stress left your body. You washed your hair and body, then stepped out onto the cold tiled flooring.

After drying and putting on a pair of shorts and oversized top, you dived for the double bed. Sleep overtook your body, and dreams filled your mind.

The next morning, an awkward silence filled the apartment. You decided to stay out of Tom's way. Tom boiled the kettle and made you both a coffee. But he didn't stay to drink it with you. Instead, he took it and went into his study. Tears brimmed your eyes. You didn't want to be mad at him, but work was his priority. It hurt that he took his stress out on you. A thick lump formed in your throat. You chugged a glass of water but that couldn't get rid of it. The only way to make it go was too... cry.

Tears ran down your cheeks and onto the counter. You desperately tried to wipe them away. They fell quickly, one after another, quicker than your feeble attempts to get rid of them. Sobs escaped your lips. It was like Tom didn't even care for you. He just cared for his work, and you were an extra.

But that was unfair. He treated you like you were the only girl that mattered. He was the sweetest and kindest boy you could ever have. That just made you cry harder.

"Y/N?" Tom could hear you crying. Guilt instantly flooded through his veins. You tried to hide from him, making it look like you weren't crying. But he knew you. He knew you more than anyone.

Without saying any words, he opened his arms. You turned around. His eyebrows were creased in worry and regret. You took one look at his opened arms. Then ran into them. Tom wrapped his arms around you as you held on tightly to his chest. He gently stroked your hair, planting soft kisses on your head.

"I'm sorry baby." He muttered. You sniffed. "I was just stressed out and I took it out on you. I had no right to do that. I'm just a dick-"

"It's okay." You mumbled against his top. Gently, he pushed you away by your shoulders so you were looking at him.

"I love you." He pressed his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. A blush rose to your cheeks. When he pulled away he leant his forehead against yours.

"How about I make us breakfast? We can watch whatever you want on Netflix. Then we can cuddle." You smiled, kissing his lips once more.

You liked Tom like this much more than when he was stressed.