Tom Holland Imagines: Volume 2

Disneyland

A/N: Hey! Sorry for the extended absence YET AGAIN. But we've gotten a LOT of Disneyland requests lately so I figured I'd pick the first one and do the others a little bit later on.

This was requested by @AuroralovesTom asking "Idk if this is too vague but....Tom and Yn are friends and go to Disneyland, ft the good Ol one bed trope at the hotel"

Well, we all know how much I love the classic one-bed trope! So on we go.

It had been ages since you'd been to Disneyland. In fact, the last time you'd gone was when you were a child and you couldn't even remember that much, to be honest. So when your best friend Tom invited you to Anaheim for the grand opening of his new WEB ride at Avengers Campus, of course, you couldn't say no!

Despite the insanely early hour, straight off the airplane, you were bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet with excitement. Meanwhile, Tom was still a little bit dead in the face from the red-eye. You shoved him jokingly.

"Thomas, if you're going to have to be on a stage in the next three hours, you need to be more awake than this!" You gripped his wrist and dragged him out of the gate and down the airport corridor to the nearest coffee shop.

By the time you got to the cab (nearly 4:30 in the morning), a fully-caffeinated Tom was feeling much more sociable and was willing to share in your excited chatterings about finally getting back to Disneyland. 

"So what's the schedule?" you asked eagerly, sipping on your double-shot latte. Tom, noticing your jitters, chuckled and removed the paper cup from your grasp.

"I think we're cutting you off now." You pouted, but he ignored you. "Well, first, we have to get to the Avengers Campus to open the ride, but then the rest of the day is all yours! Do you have specific things you want to do?"

"Do I?!" you exclaimed. "I want to go on all of the classic rides, and finally go on California Screamin' now that I'm old enough, and eat a Mickey Mouse popsicle and Disneyland popcorn and the special cupcakes that they have and OH, OF COURSE, a Dole Whip..."

"Anything that doesn't involve eating?" Tom laughed.

"Of course, yes," you answered, embarrassed, "but as long as we get to see the fireworks at the end of the night, I'm happy." You could almost see the look of sheer exhaustion crossing Tom's face, but he agreed to everything and when you pulled into the Disneyland service entrance, he even offered to buy you your first Mickey Mouse popsicle.

TIME SKIP: brought to you by Thor's excessive hair product collection (He has a whole cabinet. Change my mind).

You were front row as Tom stood on the stage in his Spidey Suit. 

"After much ado, I'm so excited to present to you the all-new WEB Slingers ride!" Tom announced in his American accent. He dropped the rope and the crowd rushed inside the ride...all except for you. 

Tom met you at the bottom of the steps, grinning ear to ear. "What do you say we make this our first ride of the day?" he suggested, his real voice slowly returning.

"I'd say that's an excellent idea," you laughed.

And so began the longest day of your life. You rode every ride at least twice, ate everything in sight, and bought half the things in the gift shop. By the time the day was over, you were practically asleep on your feet and Tom was worse off by at least double.

The cab pulled into the hotel entry way at around midnight. You'd been awake for a whole 26 hours. So naturally, when the two of you checked in to your suite, you didn't think to check the features of the room. It didn't seem to matter.

When the elevator (finally) reached the top floor and Tom (finally) remembered where he'd put the key, the two of you fairly toppled over yourselves into the massive room and threw your shopping bags down on the floor. You hadn't had the energy to put them away properly.

"I don't think I even want to brush my teeth," you moaned, flopping into the plush chair by the electric fireplace. Tom laughed half-consciously.

"After all that sugar you ate today I think you'll want to. I'm going to go check out the bedrooms."

"Fine," you grumbled. You dragged yourself off the chair and crawled to the nearest bathroom to search in your makeup case for your toothbrush and change into your pajamas. Just as you began to floss your newly-minty teeth, you heard Tom swear loudly.

"Whatsamatter?" you asked. You were too tired to enunciate properly and walking ten more steps felt like murder on your heels, but you eventually made it to the bedroom Tom was in.

"There's only one bedroom," he sighed. "I must've forgotten to tell my agent I was bringing you when she booked it."

"That's okay," you responded. "The couch by the fire looks pretty cozy. I can sleep there," you suggested, not really caring where you slept at that point.

"No no, it's okay. I'm sure we can both fit. It's a king. There's plenty of space. And besides, it's not like we haven't slept together before."

It's true...you two had been notorious for sharing sleeping spaces your entire lives. Every family vacation, the sleeping arrangements were Sam and Harry, Paddy and your brother James, and you and Tom. This was nothing new, right?

Wrong.

Something had changed recently, and you weren't quite sure how to feel about it. Suddenly, whenever Tom touched you, you got this electric shock down your spine. It made your stomach feel fuzzy and you didn't like it. Of course, you didn't think anything of it.

"Yeah, okay," you agreed, sliding under the covers without even bothering to wash your face. Tom came over to the side of the bed and prodded you with his fingers.

"Budge over! I only sleep on the right side of the bed," he groaned.

"Diva," you mumbled, already half asleep.

TIME SKIP: brought to you by LOKI'S excessive collection of hair products (because we all know he owns more than Thor, which is saying something).

The next morning, the first thing you noticed was a pair of legs intertwined with yours. The second thing you noticed was you didn't mind it. You opened your eyes to find yourself buried under the covers on Tom's bare chest, his arm draped over your back, chest rising and falling slowly.

The fuzzy feeling in your stomach returned as you watched Tom's angelic sleeping form. He must have felt your eyes on him because he began to stir and looked down at your figure where you were nested on his belly. At first, shock crossed his eyes, but it soon melted into sheer joy.

"Well, goodmorning, you," he chuckled.

"Goodmorning," you responded. After a slight pause: "So...this happened," you laughed.

"Yeah, I guess it did," said Tom.

Silence as the two of you made eye contact.

Then you burst out laughing. Happiest place on earth, indeed.