Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 4.0

Recovery (Tom Holland)

Requested by marvelswhore69: Y/N is trying to recover from self-harm but it's very difficult, and Tom is there to support, help, and comfort her.

*Please note: as the request suggests, this chapter does contain themes of self-harm, of suicide and of mental health issues, as well as relatively graphic depictions of self-harm. If ANY of this sounds like too much for anyone to handle, please do not read this chapter, I will be back soon with lighter requests. As always, I am always here if anyone needs to talk, and as always, insensitive comments simply won't be tolerated, and anyone who may make an insensitive comment will be muted and reported immediately. Thank you, I love you guys, and stay safe xxx*

I sat on the plush sofa in the room, my hand tightly gripped in Tom's, and our fingers intertwined as the pair of us sat there. I bit my lip and looked across the room at my therapist, the woman giving me a kind smile as she sat on the chair with a notepad and pen rested neatly on her lap. Considering what we were here to talk about, I felt relatively calm, and that was easily somewhat attributable to my boyfriend of three years soothingly rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb. Though, I had plenty of reasons to feel anxious, after all, this was just another therapy session in the journey of my recovery from self-harm. Because the truth was that I was a twenty-four year old who had been suffering badly with anxiety and depression for almost the last decade, and a lot of that had been characterised by me self harming. But from the moment that I had met Tom, three years ago, I had known that I wanted to get better. Not only for him, but for our future together too.

"Has your mind taken you back to any specific memories recently, Y/N?" My therapist asked softly. Tom bit his lip and looked at me, making me gulp and my eyes waver as I nodded slightly.

"What memories have you been revisiting?" She prompted. I took a deep breath and looked down, tears pricking my eyes as Tom shifted closer to me so that I was cuddled into his side as he wrapped his arm lovingly around me.

"U-um...I've been thinking about the day that Tom first saw my scars." I admitted quietly as I looked back up at my therapist. She gave me a small smile and nodded, my eyes wavering again as I made a point of not looking at Tom. After all, I knew that it hurt him just as much for me to bring up that day, but sometimes I couldn't help it. I couldn't help it.

I knocked on Tom's door, my heart racing in excitement and my feet tapping against the doorstep as I waited for my boyfriend of six months to answer his door. Tom had just gotten back from his last four months of filming in Atlanta, and so I was incredibly excited. We had only been dating for two months by the time that he had to leave again, which worked for me given that I had been in a bad state of depression around that time. Because we hadn't been dating for long before he left, we hadn't had sex yet, and so him leaving had given my scars enough time to heal enough so that a bit of makeup would cover them up easily enough. And so I had put on my nicest underwear, I had covered my scars as best as possible with makeup, and today was the day that I was hoping to sleep with Tom for the first time. I was broken out of my thoughts by Tom opening his front door, wide smiles spreading onto both of our lips as we saw each other. I squealed and jumped, making my boyfriend laugh as he caught me and hugged me tightly as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Oh, I missed you so much, darling, oh my god." He sighed into my hair as he nuzzled his face into my neck.

"I missed you so much too, Tommy. It's so good to be back in your arms." I smiled as I pulled away, but only enough to look down at him.