tom holland oneshots

boomerang

warnings : angst, cursing

summary : tom pushes reader away

word count : 3700

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The dynamic is different. The feelings are still there, positively? Maybe not, but remembering the remnants of what was left of the butterflies was enough. But then again, nothing is ever enough. 

Tom returned home, exhausted and merely overworked. She'd be there for him though, she always is. It's just in her nature, to care and nurture those around her, to be the healer by choice. Having Tom as her boyfriend was most definitely not different, only now she was being cared for while caring for others, something unfamiliar and quite alienated. 

She was picking him up from the airport, waiting for him at the gate. The overhead announcer's voice rang through the built-in speakers, informing the building that flight 1729 had just landed and passengers were making their way off the plane and into the safety of the concrete structure. 

Spotting him immediately, she walked as fast as she could without running. He had taken first class, so no doubt he was out before the rest of the crowd, giving him the upper hand and the opportunity to leave before things got busy. 

"Hi," Y/N said once reaching him, standing in front of his figure, expecting him to pull her into his embrace like he always did. But he didn't. Just a kiss on the cheek, which would suffice for now. She shook it off, noticing the bags in his hands, so she walked alongside him, glancing to Harry momentarily with a tight-lipped smile, and they made their ways to baggage claim. 

The car ride was much less tense than their reunion. Perhaps Tom just missed his morning coffee and had just woken from a nap, which could easily be solved with some of his favorite tea, which Y/N had stocked up on in preparation for his arrival. Dropping Harry off at home, Y/N switched places and took Harry's seat: the driver's seat. After helping Harry remove his bags, the pair were off to their own flat a few blocks down. The same routine: load the suitcases into the apartment and get Tom settled as fast as possible to lighten the load that jet lag had placed on his brain and body. 

"Thanks, love," Tom said, pulling Y/N to his side and kissing her head. They were in the doorway of the open front door, his bags abandoned by the coat hooks on the wall. 

She hummed with a smile, wrapping her arms around him. "Of course." 

Tom smiled backed before they released from their momentary embrace, and he intertwined their hands and led them into the kitchen for some tea. It was noticeably at least six o'clock, so Y/N decided to dedicate an hour of the rest of today to get Tom ready for bed. 

He was sitting on the counter, looking at his phone as Y/N boiled the water in the kettle, pulling out Tom's favored tea. When it was ready, she gently gave him the mug with a smile. Without looking up from his phone, he gave her a small nod and blindly grabbed for the mug still in her hand. With a playful eye roll, she made the reach and filled the distance, standing beside where he was seated. 

Ten minutes later and their tea was finished. Y/N sighed and started for the kitchen door, and only then did Tom put his phone back in his pocket and hop of the counter to follow her like the lost puppy he always seemed to be. She prepped him a shower and got him a towel as well as a change of clothes. While he was showering, she closed the window curtains and readied the bedroom for Tom's early bedtime. She pondered what she'd do, maybe read a book or watch a movie, downstairs, of course, to not disturb Tom or escalate his grumpy demeanor. 

Emerging from the bathroom, he plopped on the bed, waving his arms in the air as a silent beg for her to join. She gave in, laying on his chest for the first few minutes as his breathing slowed, and when she was positive he was asleep, she pulled the duvet and the covers over his peaceful figure, and quietly closed the door on her way out.