tom holland + peter parker

missed you T.H.

request: tom and reader seeing each other after 4 months since tom was filming

i just wanna hug him so badly </3

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After spending the majority of quarantine together, having to let Tom go back to a somewhat normal version of his pre-covid life was tougher than you anticipated. The longly awaited Spider-man three was coming along nicely, and you know how much the fans (yourself included) were waiting for the next chapter of Tom's story in the Marvel cinematic universe.

But it's Marvel; it's Spider-man. Which means only one thing: filming. And as it always goes, filming for Spider-man, especially as the lead, takes at least three and a half months.

You don't want to bug or bother Tom, though — not when this could potentially be his last Spider-man film (at least, if it is, Sony's has some bad marketing techniques). But alas, it's been over four months now, and you're waiting patiently at home, waiting for Tom to come back to you and be in your arms again, not just through a screen or a scrawny text message or even the bouquet of flowers he has delivered to your door when he's away. You crave Tom in a way you never have anyone else, and he returns that crave just as badly.

You've kept yourself occupied, anyways. At least, you've attempted to. You took up some of Sam's recipes, and you even managed to learn a few of Nikki's old family recipes, homemade meals and special dinners. You learned rugby with Paddy, and even learned a few tips with Harry on the golf field — you didn't golf too much when you weren't with Tom; he likes to teach you. "It's intimate," he says. You've learned to crochet, and you wrote a few poems.

But sometimes, it just isn't enough.

Sunshine pours through the open drapes of your bedroom. The king sized bed seems a bit extreme now that the actual king isn't in it. It's emptier without him, and the sheets on his side are always cold and void of his warmth.

Pulling on one of Tom's purple hoodies, you freshen up in the bathroom — using the loo, brushing your teeth, adjusting your hair — before strolling downstairs with a yawn. The smell of Tom's hoodie surrounds and overwhelms you, and you pause at the bottom of the staircase to close your eyes and truly inhale his scent. His cologne and his natural scent are so strong that you feel as if Tom's actually in the room with you.

Blinking your eyes open at the sudden floorboards creaking, you find Tom standing in the doorway, rolling his suitcase by the coat hangers. When he looks up, he locks eyes with you, and he smiles so genuinely that you suddenly remember what today is.

Sucking in a gasp, your mouth hangs ajar for all of three seconds, and then your body catches up with your brain, and you're running into his embrace, arms circling around his neck and holding on tightly, ensuring he won't leave you right this very moment.

Tom lets out an "oof" as he encircles his arms around your midsection. It's his turn to inhale deeply, take in your presence and allow it to block his senses and block his view.

"Missed you, darling." You sniffle, and Tom chuckles. He tries to sneak a peek at your face to see if you're crying, and he manages to capture your red eyes for a second. He chuckles again, squeezing you back just as hard. "Missed me so much you're crying?"
You nod against his skin. "Just love you so much."

"C'mon," He pats your back, "Lemme give you a proper hello."

"Yeah?" You pull away, feet flat on the floor. Tom smiles at you, taking your face in both his hands before connecting your lips. He's soft and tender, dominant and gentle. He tastes a bit like mint and of his strawberry chapstick. He hums into your mouth in delight, in content, and before the kiss can go on any longer, he smiles against your lips.

You lean your forehead against his, exhaling and allowing your breath to fan his face. He smiles harder.

"I love you," you say again. "I missed you so much."

"Yeah?" He grins, hands squeezing your sides, causing you to flinch at the ticklish nerves he'd hit. "I love you more."

You shake your head against him, but you don't bother arguing. He's here, in your arms, looking into your eyes and making you fall in love with him all over again. And this is enough.