Tom Holland Imagines

Tom Holland ; Coming Home

You hear the door slam shut, footsteps fall and keys clamper onto a tabletop. Tom and Harrison just flew back from Japan after the Spiderman Homecoming premier in Tokyo and needed to jump right back into the swing of things for Chaos Walking.

As the pair came around the corner of your rented apartment, for the time being, you could see visible dark bags hanging under their eyes. Ragged clothing sticking to their bodies and clearly unkempt hair were just a few signs that it had been a rough trip.

As Tom neared you, you could see more closely just how tired he was. His facial hair was prickling and irritating his skin, which didn't help to aid the mood he was in. The two boys were exhausted; energy drained from their fast trip and they had nothing left in them.

You run up and take the suitcases and bags out of their hands and set them aside, then lead the boys to the lounge. They both flop down next to each other.

Harrison scooted to the end and lay down, pulling a cushion over his head. Tom sat with his arms resting limply on either side of him.

You take a seat next to Tom, resting a reassuring hand on his thigh. He leans his head back and closes his eyes, sighing loudly as he does.

Your free arm drapes over the back of the lounge with your hand resting on Tom's far shoulder. Tom rolls his head to look at you with his tired, dreary eyes.

"Hi" he finally spoke.

"Hey" you reply with a sympathetic smile.

"So what happened?"

"It was so crazy," Tom says, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers, squeezing his eyes closed.

"There was screaming... and yelling... and flashes... an-and people... and screaming..." he trails off.

The two of you spin your heads to look over at Harrison, who's head was hanging back over the edge of the lounge, mouth open and a deep snore echoing from the back of his throat.

You pull Tom to the bedroom, sitting him down on the edge of the bed. After fetching his suitcase and other belongings, you order for Tom to get changed out of his smelly traveling clothes.

"Clothes. Off. Now".

"Now? I'm a little-tired darling but I'm sure we could still have fun" Tom winks lazily.

"No, you're having a wash. You smell". You nudge Tom until he stands and push him towards the bathroom, tossing a clean towel over his head as he walks away.

You can hear the water start to run and steam start to billow out into the rooms. Tom begins to hum along quietly to an unfamiliar tune.

You walk into the bathroom to see Tom running a bath. He was perched on the edge dangling a hand under the water falling from the tap.

You walk over to him and rest a hand on his shoulder. He looks up at you adoringly, pulling one side of his lips to a smile.

With the only sound masking silence being the running water, you begin to pull Tom's shirt over his head.

It was an odd sensation, with it being the first time you undressed him without the sinful-intentions behind the actions, but he was so incredibly tired you felt like you needed to help.

He stands, slides out of his pants, and steps into the hot water in the bath.

Slowly, he sinks down, letting the heat soak into his aching muscles.

You look down at him, taking a seat on the side of the bath.

Toms eyes are shut, and you can see him visibly begin to relax.