Tom Holland and Peter Parker Imagines

Migranes // PP

You sat in your dark bathroom, rocking on the floor. Bottles of ibuprofen and Tylenol were sprawled our across your floor. You hear your apartment door fly open. 'Finally,' you think. "Y/N?" Peter calls for you, as you text him your in the bathroom. He runs upstairs, and opens the door very quietly. "Hi," he whispers. Your head pounds at the sound of anything. He sits down with you, and cuddles you. "Thank you," you manage to utter out. He rubs your shoulder and kisses your forehead.