Peter Parker (Tom Holland) imagines

tired

Peter was flying through our Algebra review, probably getting every question right.

And I was struggling to get past question 5.

"Done," Peter said, dropping his pencil.

"Your done?" I asked.

He nodded.

"I'm never going to finish this," I groaned.

"I give up,"

"Y/N what's wrong?" He asked.

"I don't understand this, at all," I groaned.

"Well what do you need help with?" He asked.

"Everything," I sighed.

"Why did you say anything sooner?"

"I don't know," I sighed.

He rolled over in his chair to where I was sitting.

"Okay, Y/N. let's do this," he said, the two of us starting the work.

In the one or two hours he was helping me, I couldn't help but stare at him.

His soft, pink lips. His adorable face, pale but covered in the smallest amount of freckles. His beautiful, chocolate brown eyes that just lit my world up. His brown hair that looked soft and was messily styled.

I also couldn't help but notice him smiling when he caught me staring or me catching him staring back.

I rested my head on his shoulder and he chuckled.

"Tired?" He asked.

I lifted my head up.

"Exhausted,"

"Are you parents fighting again?"

"Yeah," I sighed.

"What about?"

I looked at him.

"I don't know. What they always fight about, I guess,"

"Which is?"

I shrugged.

"I try to tune it out,"

I rested my head on his shoulder again.

"Y/N, when was the last time you slept?"

"I don't know, maybe Monday,"

"It's Friday,"

"I know, its just, it's so hard for me to fall asleep,"

He sighed.

"Your exhausted, Y/N. you need sleep,"

"But-"

"No. Your going to bed, right now," he got up and tossed me one of his shirts.

I groaned and the clothes I was wearing off, pulling his shirt on.

I sat down on his bed.

"Peter I-"

"Shhh," he whispered.

"Go to bed,"

I laid down and I felt him lay down next to me, so I snuggled into his warm chest, his arm wrapping around my shoulder.

He hummed a song softly and I felt my eyelids close, trailing me off to the much needed slumber.

"Goodnight, beautiful," he whispered, kissing my forehead.