Tom Holland x Reader Imagines

Peaceful Memories

I closed my eyes feeling as if the world was spinning around me. A rush that felt like a collar coaster. The butterflies flying through my chest, the wild winds brushing past my cheeks, and whipping my hair into the air. The laughter of our voices painted in my memories as if they were happening in that exact moment. His face being kissed upon by the sun, the water brushing across us as we run around. His smile brightening the world surrounding us. His eyes filled by swirls of coffee and chocolate. The feeling of his hand holding mine as if we were the only people left on earth. His lips laying on mine as music played in our kitchen, our bodies swayed to the beat. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me close, and whispering things of common love between two people. Birds singing us melodies as we wake up to the sun greeting us with smiles of joy. Him pulling me closer as I wake up and stretch out every muscle and bone in my body from sleep. His lips pressing little taps upon my neck as I laugh from his kisses sending goosebumps across my skin. The feeling of his smile against my cheek as I whisper "Good Morning my love...". The rushing feeling of running away from him as he tries to dump water on my head after me throwing a water balloon at his back. The sound of raindrops hitting the windows of our living room as the voices echo from the tv while we share warmth under soft blankets. The feeling of his head getting more heavy on my shoulder while the night grows upon our day. The feeling of his face as I attack him with kisses, his soft chuckles as I slow down upon his lips. His hand holding the sides of my face to pull me in his embrace. The brushing past of our nose as we fall asleep talking and looking at each other. 

"I love you..."

"I know."

"Hey!"

His laugh echoes in my ears.

"Alright, alright. I love you too, my love."

His smile never leaving his face, not once. Even if he didn't show it, I still felt it when he looked at me. Others flirting with him but he never stopped to look at them, because the feeling of his eyes on me grew to be a daily feeling. The taste of coffee fresh off the pot on the mornings we got to rest and take our time to enjoy each others presence. Then tea to enjoy in the afternoon after our cuddles on the couch. His voice never got old, I could listen to it everyday, all day. It soothing me when I'd awaken after a nightmare. His mumbles of kisses and misses of being home after road trips and tours. His soft yawns while I rubbed his back slowly when I bring him into a hug after a long day. Oh, and his smell..... god his scent that would embrace me in his sweaters and shirts I stole from him. I'd nuzzle into his chest and intake a breath of his scent of cinnamon and sandalwood. Those became my favorite scents that ever existed after I met him. Not just a candle or oils could change my mind. Only him, he was my favorite candle. His warmth, just like a soft flame from a campfire sending waves of heat to my hands. That was him, he was my flame that kept me warm and welcomed. He made me feel comfortable in my own skin, he made me feel beautiful, and never judged me or made me feel bad about myself.

Today in the present life that I live, I go through these memories as I walk in the pouring rain while the night sky surrounds my body. Tears streaming down my face, my hands brushing the tears away but the rain made that impossible. I come across a park bench, the bench he and I would rest on after evening walks and talks. I lay down and let the water hit my face as I blink rapidly looking at the sky. I turn and see a figure walking towards me in the shadows. My mind is so burry that I can't tell what's even real or just a fragment of my imagination. But what I want is something I simply can't have. As the person walks closer to me his face becomes clearer as I continue to blink to focus my eyes on their face. He looks just like him and It brings tears to my eyes.

"Just go away, I can't even have a day in peace without his voice haunting my mind... He makes me suffer more everyday as I can't see him, I-I can't live a normal fucking day in my life without getting drunk or fucked up on memories I can't seem to forget...". I slur a little. My mind is so god damn blurry. I didn't even drink that much this time, but the memories make me turn into a fool, a wimp, a crying wimp that can't seem to get her head on straight. He puts his hand on my cheek.

"I'm such a fucking idiot..." he says.

"He left and never came back to me.." I yell as I sit up and rest my back against the bench with my head in my hands.

"I don't know what to do! Shit, I'm a mess!" I cry out to the stranger.

He wraps his arms around me and nuzzles his face into my neck. I let out more tears after the mans warmth surrounds my cold wet clothed body.

"I'm here, please don't cry my love." He says.

"Where did h-? I don't know where he went...It's been a year."

"Y/N, Look at me..." he pulls my face back, looks in my eyes.

"I'm right in front of you, I'm by your side...always." he whispered.

"If you loved me then why'd you leave me? Why did you leave me alone Tom...Tom?" my eye-sight blurred as his voice wisped away.

"I'm here, always Y/n. Always. Dead....or alive."

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I slowly opened my eyes to the light pouring into the room through the windows. My tear stained pillow below my face begins to come into mind as I turn my head to find the space next to me empty. I turn my body and toss my legs over the side of my bed with a sigh. I walk into the living-room and look up at the shelf while smiling sadly.

"Good Morning my love."  I whisper as I touch the beautiful ceramic designs.

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