the hollands ; reader imagines

One question || T.H.

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: fluffy fluff

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"Tommy, go to sleep," you whined with your eyes still closed, in hope you could fall back into your previous dream again.

"Darling," Tom muttered, placing a hand on your upper arm to shake you awake, "come on, I'm lonely."

You only turned your back towards him. "Y/n, love, let's just talk..." You kept silent, still trying to continue sleeping again. "Y/n, I love you. I need you right now." You let out an annoyed groan.

"Gosh, Tom! Mackie is right about you never shutting up..." You turned around to come to face with him, only for him to press a gentle kiss onto your lips.

"You're so lucky, that I love you, Thomas." Tom chuckled, placing his free hand onto your lower back to pull you closer to him.

"I know how lucky I am. Trust me, I truly do." You rolled your eyes.

"You cheesy bastard." Another chuckle left Tom's mouth.

"Your cheesy bastard, darling."

"So, what's keeping you awake this time?" you questioned, placing a hand on his jaw so that you could run your thumb across his cheek. His body relaxed under your touch; this was really real, his brain confirmed.

"I was just thinking... Imagine what if I never came over to you in the bar that night? Imagine what happened if I chickened out, I would miss the love of my life and stay lonely for the rest of my life." You pecked his lips with a smile.

"Yeah, but I would be probably dating Sebastian Stan now." Tom gasped over-dramatically, "Hey!"

"I was just kidding, Tom."

"Yeah and I am glad–"

"Still, I wouldn't mind though."

"Ouch, that hurt."

Both of you sighed. Then Tom rested his forehead against yours and the two of you just quietly stared each other in the eyes, enjoying this moment of togetherness and vulnerability. "Do you really love me?" Tom suddenly questioned, breaking off the silence. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and detached your hand from his jaw. "Of course, I do, Tom!" you replied without any hesitation. "Cool," Tom said, "because you truly mean everything to me, Y/n."

"Tom, why are you saying that?"

"Because it's the truth."

"No, why are you talking like that?"

"I just want you to know, you know?"

"But I already know."

"I know, but I just want to make sure you know."

You were confused at where this conversation was going, but you shrugged it off with a barely audible cackle. "Oh, Tommy." Tom didn't join you laughing, instead he pulled your body even closer to him and tightened his grip around your body while resting his chin on your head. And that was the moment you realised Tom was really being serious.

"Hey, hey..." you spoke up again, looking up at your boyfriend in concern,

"what's going on?" Tom didn't response to your question; he only planted a kiss onto your hairline.

"Are you trying to break up with me?" you asked in a teasing manner to lighten up the atmosphere. Yet the brunette misinterpreted your question, so he exclaimed,

"No! Of course not! Darling, I could never!"

"Okay, okay, Tom. I was just joking anyways."

Tom exhaled deeply.

"Don't ever think that though," he piped in,

"Don't ever think that I don't love you, okay? Even when we're having a fight, don't you dare to think that. I could never not love you, Y/n." You silently let his words processed his genuinely said words; you didn't know what to say. "You have to promise me, Y/n."

"I- I promise."

Tom pressed his forehead against yours again to gaze into your eyes. "God, I love you so much," continued Tom, "You can do so much better than me, darling, but you still choose to stick around with me... And I am grateful for that every single day, but still–"

"Tom, remember what your mum said? That we are meant to be together?"

"Yes, of course! You are the first one she ever said this to."

"And they say 'mother knows best', right? And I truly think she is right. I really think that if I haven't met you at this bar that night, I would've still met you. Just at another time and in another place and maybe even in other circumstances. But we would've still met, I'm pretty convinced of it."

A smile broke onto Tom's lips, causing you to smile too. "Why are you so convinced of it?" he wondered, just to mess with you, but your reply to his question was something he hadn't expected. "Simply because we're soulmates. I know we said we don't believe in that shit, but I actually started to do so a while ago... and that because of you."

A wave of affection and adoration for you suddenly flooded through his body, making him feeling all tingly. Both of your hearts were picking up their paces so fast that both of you had never thought was possible; it was like your hearts were trying to escape the rib cage they had been put into. Hoping that the other didn't hear their crazily beating heart, you didn't notice that your hearts were actually beating in sync.

Breaking the comfortable silence once again, Tom cleared his throat, before posing the following question: "Do you think if you were married to someone, like someone who you've loved for years that's not me, do you think if you met me you'd cheat on them with me?"

"You mean, if I was with Sebastian Stan?"

Tom rolled his eyes, but still chuckled. "Yeah, let's just say you were married to Seb." A giggle slipped from your mouth, before you turned all serious again. "No," you replied bluntly and kept silent for a moment to watch your boyfriend's reaction; a low and kind of disappointed 'oh' came from him and you swore you even saw his smile falling for an instant, "I wouldn't cheat on Sebastian with you. You know why?"

"Because Seb is better than me?"

"Holy fuck, Tom! No!"

"Then why?"

"I could never cheat on anyone, that's against my own morale. So, I wouldn't cheat, but I would tell him that I fell in love with you and we would probably get a divorce after that," you explained, "I wouldn't cheat on Seb with you, but I would leave him for you." After that had been said, Tom lovingly peppered your whole face with feather-light kisses, causing you to giggle and to squirm at the pecks since they were tickling you. "Tommy," you whined, slightly backing off.

"I love you so so much, my darling."

"I love you too, Tommy."

Eventually, Tom yawned. He removed his hand from your lower back for a few minutes to rub his now dry eyes with his knuckles. Then he put his hand back at its previous place to keep your home-feeling warmth close to him. "Tired?" you questioned. Tom pulled you in for a sweet but brief kiss. "Yes, fucking finally." You laughed quietly.

"Good night, Tom."

"Good night, princess."