tom holland imagines

before you go

a collab with @mcuspidey from tumblr

From the moment Tom woke up - before he even opened his eyes - the feeling was weighing heavily on his chest. He wanted to ignore it, and any other morning, he would've gone back to sleep, but this time he just couldn't. He felt so heavy both mentally and physically. As much as he loved his job, it was hard to be away from home so often. And it felt like he'd only just gotten back. All he wanted was to stay in bed with you, to never leave your side, even though he knew that wasn't an option.

Instead, Tom looked over and smiled to himself as he listened to your soft snores. He pulled the blanket farther up across your back, letting his hand ghost gently over your skin. You were always beautiful to him but even more when you slept, with the smallest grin resting on your lips and hair a mess smushed against the pillow. He caught himself watching you a lot during times like this. When he couldn't sleep and the jet lag from being gone made him restless or the very thought of leaving again clouded his mind.

He didn't want to bother you by waking you up, but he also wanted as much time with you as he could get. His gaze lingered on you for a few moments, but he couldn't help himself. Reaching out, he brushed your hair away from your face carefully, fingers skimming across your forehead gently. Your face twisted up slightly at the feeling, eyelids fluttering and blinking once... twice... three times before meeting his gaze. Tom held his breath, ready to receive the angry pouting that normally came after being woken up unwillingly. Instead, he was met with a sleepy smile that took over your face, "Mornin', love."

Letting out the breath he was holding, a smile tugged at Tom's lips, "Good morning, sweetheart."

Even though he hadn't said anything else, the look in his eyes spoke for him. You could tell he was already dreading leaving, even though the two of you still had the whole day together. It wasn't as if it got easier each time he left, but it was just a part of your relationship, and what kept you going was knowing that he'd be back soon enough.

Rolling over, you scoot in closer to your boyfriend, lifting a hand to cup his cheek lightly. Your thumb brushed over his cheekbone softly and you pressed a sleepy kiss to his lips, mumbling quietly, "Hey, we've still got all day. No sadness yet, my love."

Tom smiles, letting out a sigh and nodding, knowing that you're right, "D'ya want breakfast, love?"

You lean in, arms propped across his chest, giving him one last kiss on his cheek before smirking and wiggling out of his grasp. Breakfast sounded perfect and it wasn't just the thought of food or the growling of your stomach just thinking about it. It was so much more. One of the many special moments that the two of you enjoyed sharing as much as possible - as often as you could if he was home. When you would jump up on the marble counter as he tried to flip pancakes next to you, resulting in nothing but a mess of the mix on the floor or a perfectly good one crumbling into pieces. Where your laugh would bring out the adorable smile on his face, crinkles by his eyes and the soft texture of his voice as he asks you for help. And considering this would be your last breakfast together for a while, you literally run to the kitchen, hearing only his faint chuckle from down the hall until it gets closer.

You had already been grabbing all the ingredients and utensils, bent down to pull out pans and sliding toward the fridge to make sure you also had eggs and butter.

"The usual?" Tom teases, brows raised as he crosses his arms and slouches against the doorframe. His low-hanging sweats hugged his hips just right and you couldn't help but drag your eyes across his bare torso. You take in the way his muscles flexed as he tightened his arms at his chest and his fingers curved around the skin. Tom really was beautiful, especially in the mornings. While you're struggling to get out of bed because you both just want to stay in the other's arms a little bit longer. When his hair is falling in messy, tousled curls on the mattress and his voice is soft and sweet, still saturated with sleep. The way his heavy eyes fall on your face as he brings his hand up to slide his thumb across your cheek, the most gorgeous lovesick grin on his lips.