Imagines By Hufflepuffholland

Visiting Tom's Hometown

this picture just makes me think about you going to tom's hometown and him showing you around and taking you to all of his favorite places and he's literally so excited about it. like, he'd wake you up at like seven - he probably didn't get much sleep but he's already packed up enough caffine for the road to keep him up. and although you prefer to stay in the sheets and tucked into tom's chest until, like, noon, you can't help but feed off his energy. so you get up at seven and you're hitting all his favorite spots - an arcade, where he and harrison went to eat that one time when they got hungry at three in the morning, and just like peter parker tom has his favorite sandwich shop and you'd take a break after walking around for a few hours and as you're deciding where to stop next and where to get lunch you feel a drop of water hit your face. tom's still rambling on about the greatest tacos in london and he's too worked up over everything he's saying to feel the incoming rain but as it starts to fall rapidly, you put one of the menu's you took from a diner over your head and you're saying, "tom! it's raining." and tom finally looks up, a raindrop hitting him directly in the face as he laughs, shaking his head. the rain intensifies and falls faster, causing you both to laugh. his slicked back hair is curling around his face and he looks like a shaggy puppy. he grabs your hand and pulls you into the closest hideaway he can find - a train station. "why didn't you use your hood?" your still laughing as tom tries to matte his hair down. "i didn't want you to feel left out," he'd joke, tugging on your cardigan sleeve. and you'd look at him, seeing how desperately he's trying to get his hair out of the way and under control and you find yourself reaching out without thinking, "here," you whisper, it's too loud and tom probably didn't hear you but your action was enough. your fingers brush through his hair as you step closer, tugging slightly on it once you've reached the end at the back of his neck. "so pretty," and you're close enough this time where tom can hear you. "my hair?" he'd ask, and he's a little embarrassed because he's never been called pretty. you'd shrug and bring your fingers back up to the top of his head, repeating your action of brushing through it, "your hair is pretty," you'd said, bringing your hand to his cheek, "but you're prettier." and you could feel the slight warmth from tom's cheek as he looked down, "stop, nerd." and you'd laugh slightly, picking up his head with your hand cupping his chin. "stop what, pretty boy?" he'd groan, not bothering hiding the evident blush on his cheeks. "do i get a kiss, pretty boy?" and he'd smile, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks, bringing you closer, whispering, "you don't even have to ask, pretty girl." and after he sees the rose tint in your cheeks, he brings your face closer to his, kissing you and feeling the warmth spread through his body, and when your arms wrap around his waist, pulling him in closer, you feel that warmth, too