tom holland oneshots

a few more months T.H.

please read with caution; tw // excessive exercising

request: hey could you do one where the reader and tom go for a run and the reader gets dehydrated and like passes out or something. you can choose the rest if you want to do that type of thing. if not that's okay:)

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"We literally just woke up. Why can't we eat breakfast first?"

You sigh, tying your last shoelace while you stand tall. You're relentless, offering to come with Tom on his workouts while he gets in shape for Cherry. He doesn't want you to support him like that, though, because he has to run a little over ten miles every day to lose weight fast enough.

"Because we can eat afterwards."

Tom eyes you before complying, slipping on his shoes and locking the front door while the two of you step out into the crisp morning air. You inhale sharply, deeply, and send Tom a smile while you make your way down the front steps and onto the sidewalk's pavement.

Your body isn't used to running so many miles for so long so quickly. Tom's been doing this a couple weeks longer, and now you've finally decided to join him, but you're not sure you should've taken it head on like you have.

"You're supposed to take a break after the five mile marker."

"We can go for a little longer, no?" You breathe it out heavily, head feeling light with every quick step you take.

After two minutes, you slow down to a reasonable walking pace, but your head gets lighter the further you go and suddenly your legs are giving out and your eyes flutter shut.

"Love?" You awake not a second after, Tom holding you while he lowers the both of you to the ground, sitting as comfortably as possible. "Are you alright?"

You groan, rubbing your eyes. "What happened?"

"You fainted."

When you look up at him, you can tell he's disappointed and obviously concerned. He warned you, but that's not the most important thing right now. "Did you drink any water today? At all?"

You blink into your memories, recalling when you had last had water. Tom always brought water bottles with him, but you declined every offer, ensuring you'd be fine. But you hadn't taken a sip since you left the house, and now you're just remembering that.

"Just before we left, yeah."

Tom curses under his breath before making a move to get up. "Let's get you standing." His arms are under yours, helping you up carefully and slowly so the same incident isn't repeated. "You alright? Feel better?"

You nod lazily, rubbing your forehead. "Just, uh- a bit weak. Don't feel as great."

"You just fainted, of course you don't feel great." You hum and Tom grabs your hand. "C'mon, we're going home."

You don't bother arguing with him, letting him guide the two of you back into the house while he sits you on one of the kitchen stools.

"Drink some water and I'm going to make you breakfast." He places the glass down in front of you before reaching into the refrigerator for eggs. You roll your eyes.

"I'm dehydrated, not dying. I can help make breakfast-"

"No," He's cutting you off. "It's a Saturday. We're not going to make a quick breakfast and go running again. You're done working out with me so vigorously."

"But Tom-"

"No buts," He leans against the counter. "I don't want you to lose weight because of me. You can run a few miles but build up to it. Please don't do what I'm doing." He seems almost desperate that you take care of yourself better than he is. With his keto diet and the workout routine combined, he's losing weight faster than ever before, and he wants to keep you out of that cycle as much as possible. "I'm playing a drug addict, Y/N/N. I want you to love yourself and do what's healthiest. I'm sorry if it seems like I'm trying to control your exercising habits."

You exhale softly. "No, Tom. You're right; this is for your work. I should've listened to you." You admit it apologetically, peering up at him bravely. "I just miss you."

"I know, love." He's wrapping his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. "Just a few more months."
"Just a few more months." You repeat it as if it'll make the time go by faster. Hopefully, it will.