Tom Holland/ Peter Parker imagines:

Too Far:

Y/D/N: Emily ((change it if you want ))

You laughed as your daughter ran around the room, a blob of ice-cream on her nose and a blanket over her shoulders like a cape. It was good to see her running around again. Tom has been late almost everyday because of work. Emily missed her Dad like any 7 year old would; it was like he never see her anymore.

Emily giggled, running into your open arms and wrapping her frail arms around your neck. You squeezed her gently. The click of the door made her jump from your arms. "Daddy!" She squealed, hopping around. Tom came into the door, looking stressed and tired. Despite this, Emily jumped at his leg.

"I missed you!" She shouted. Tom rubbed his head, wincing slightly. He  placed a kiss to her forehead making his way to the kitchen. He didn't even acknowledge you. With a sigh, you stood and followed after him.

"10 more minutes then it's bedtime, baby." You said to your daughter. She nodded, going back to playing with her toy.

When you got into the kitchen Tom was leaning against the counter. "Hey babe, how was work?" You asked, placing a kiss to his cheek. He didn't answer. You rolled your eyes.

"Do you want me to heat up your food?" He shook his head.

"I've eaten."

"Tom, what the hell is wrong?"

"Nothing Y/N." You groaned.

"Well obviously something's wrong because your being like... This!" You motioned to him

"Why ask if you know the answer?" You squinted at him angrily.

"Look, I know you're stressed and everything but you don't have to take it out on me!" You snapped. Tom rolled his eyes.

"You don't know the half of it."

"I don't fucking know? I have to practically raise a child on my own, and do the housework and go to work! I think I know more than half of it!" Just then Emily came bouncing into the kitchen.

"Mummy, I'm really hungry!" You turned away from Tom, putting on a calm face to face Emily.

"You've just had dinner though, sweetie." She held her stomach dramatically.

"But that was years ago! I'm starving!"   You sighed. It was a Friday, after all.

"Tom, can you get the bread out of the cupboard please?"

"She's had enough, don't you think." You crossed your arms over your chest pretending not to have heard him.

"Can you get the bread please." You didn't ask it as a question. He huffed. Emily seemed more worried, now.

"It's okay, I'm not really hungry anymore." You stroked her hair.

"It's okay, baby, you can eat something." You tried once more. You were ready to snap. "Tom, pass the bread please." He sighed, getting the bread out and throwing it on the side.

"Thank you, daddy."  Emily said, trying to break the thick tension in the room. Tom ignored her. A look of sadness crossed her face.

"Why don't you sit at the table, Em?" She nodded, walking there. Tom ran the water , taking a drink . You were beyond angry with him but tried to compose yourself for your daughter's sake.

You started making Emily her sandwich. Tom just stood there, drinking his water. Once you finished, you placed it infront of her and placed  a gentle kiss to her head. "Thank you Mummy, thank you Daddy." She shouted with  bits  of sandwich in her mouth.