Tom Holland and Peter Parker Imagines

College Comforts- Tom Holland x reader

warnings: descriptions of mental/emotional breakdowns, stress/anxiety, mentions of not eating well, fluff

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It was a lot of work. Ask any student- between homework and studying and working and extracurriculars, it was a lot of work. It could get to be a lot, inevitably it gets stressful, really stressful sometimes.

You had always been good at managing your time. Either that or you had only ever had easy classes (which you knew wasn't true). But this semester was more difficult for you. Maybe it was the class that was biology, anatomy, and chemistry rolled into one despite you not being a STEM major. Maybe it was the fact that you had two exams on the same day coming up. Or maybe it was trying to figure out potentially studying abroad while being a double major. Whatever it was, you knew it would be a particularly difficult semester for you, but you were prepared.

That morning you woke up ready to take on your work load. For once you woke up not feeling tired, but instead prepared and well rested, your head laying on Tom's chest, feeling it rise and fall with each of his soft breaths.

You (reluctantly) peeled yourself out of Tom's arms, throwing on a nice looking but comfortable outfit before heading to your office, taking out your planner and checking what you had to do over the course of the day.

Study.

Study.

Submit assignment.

Study some more.

Letting out a breath, you began prepping the space, interrupted by Tom coming in and wrapping his arms around you from behind, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks.

"Good morning, my love." He mumbled, voice still laced with sleep.

"Good morning, baby." You responded, turning and placing a delicate kiss on his lips.

"'M gonna go to the gym and get breakfast. Probably run a few errands. Need anything?" He asked, making you shake your head.

"I think I'm gonna go to the library. Gotta study." You told him.

"You're gonna kill it, my love. Make sure you're taking breaks." He chuckled, knowing you could study for hours, which paid off, but you often forgot to take care of yourself.

"I'll text you on my breaks." You smiled, blowing him a kiss and saying goodbye one last time before you heard the front door shut.

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A couple hours later and you had just made yourself a bagel and tea to start your morning. You were enjoying your break, still in your office, texting Tom and letting him know you were taking a break when you got a text from your job, asking if you'd be interested in going back over the summer.

Fuck.

You hadn't even thought that far into the future, but you knew you needed to give them an answer today and that just added an extra thing for you to think about, pushing you to your limit. You tried calling your mom, hoping to talk it over with her and see what she thinks, only for her not to answer.

The tears began after that phone call. You were so stressed and overwhelmed from classes to figuring out going abroad to now thinking about summer jobs when you didn't even have time to think about summer jobs.

Once the tears were gone and you had convinced yourself you just had a good cry, you called your stepdad, who picked up right away. You ended up having a nice conversation with him that made you feel better and more refreshed to continue studying.