Tom Holland imagines

No Place like home

You were good at hiding your emotions.

This wasn't something that you were appreciative of, you were ashamed. You wish that you could express how you genuinely feel without being terrified that someone would take advantage of your vulnerability.

But that's just how life works when you grow up in a toxic household, with a mother that isn't the friendliest.

"Y/N?" Peter spoke, causing you to return from your trance.

"If you aren't going to take this seriously then you can just leave." He puffed, flipping back and forth between pages, searching for an answer.

"I-I'm sorry." You mumbled.

The two of you were currently studying for your midterms in Peter's room. He was sitting at his desk, books sprawled everywhere while you sat on the carpeted floor, back pressed up against the wall.

"I can't find the answer to question 32, did you?" He asked.

"No, I didn't. I'm sorry." You replied, weakly.

Peter huffed as he flipped the pages aggressively.

"What is it?"

"It's just-" He hesitated, "I don't understand why you come over here every day and just sit there and do nothing."

You felt a pinch in your heart as he let out his frustrations, "I'm sorry."

"And stop apologizing!" Peter struck his fist down on his desk, causing you to recoil.

He noticed how you inched away from him, "I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry."

"No, you're right," You took a deep breath, "I've been in my head a lot lately and I haven't been the girlfriend that you need right now."

"Not to mention I've been a terrible study buddy." You laughed, Peter smirked.

"That doesn't excuse the fact that I scared you." He was disappointed in himself. For a split second, he forgot about how sensitive you are.

"How about we take a little break? We can go out and get something to eat and maybe watch an episode of The Office?" You suggested as you stood up.

"I'm in work mode right now," Peter watched your face for any signs of disappointment.

You nodded, glancing at the clock, noticing the time, "I should get moving before my parents notice that I've been gone this long."

You bent down and began to place all the science and math textbooks into your bookbag.

"You should spend the night. May won't mind, she loves having you over."

"No, it's fine." You reassured but, Peter didn't look satisfied.

"Hey, hey," Grabbing his arms, you wrapped them around your waist, placing your head on his shoulder, "It's okay, I promise."

You stood in each other's embrace for a few moments, finding harmony in each other's presence.

Peter's mind is always going 100 miles per hour, especially right now with the stress of midterms and having to make time to patrol the city. The both of you were dealing with stress and being able to have a few seconds of tranquility made all the difference.

"I've gotta go." He released you from his clutch.

"Text me when you get home?"

"Of course."

"I love you." He beamed.

"I love you."

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Sneaking into your house is way harder than sneaking out. Having to avoid not only your parents but your loud dog that gets super excited when she sees you.