on melancholy hill - tom holland x reader
fandom: tom holland (??? idk if there’s a specific fandom name but whatever it is ……. i’m not using it so)
word count: 877
character pairing: tom holland x reader
warning(s): some implications of sex
prompt: IDK I JSUT SAW THIS PICTURE ON INSTAGRAM AND I ACTUALLY STARTED TEARING UP IT’S SO PRECIOSU
notes: ok this is my first time writing about tom & i lowkey feel weird but i was super inspired so like ……. whatever i guess !! sorry if i did something super ooc or somethin, i tried my best lol
also unedited af & i wrote this at like 6am so it’s probably very factually and grammatically incorrect. xoxo peace and luv
You walked into the hotel room you shared with Tom, keen for a cuddle, only to see that Tessa has taken your usual place.
Closing the door as quietly as possible, you slipped for phone out of your pocket and snapped a quick picture of your boyfriend and his dog spooning on one of the two single beds in the room. You couldn’t deny, it was adorable. Tessa’s head raised just slightly as you walked in, and the sound asleep Tom only bristled, hugging Tess closer.
Soundlessly, you dropped your jacket on the chair next to Tom’s bed, not noticing that he had woken up in the process of you drawing the curtains to hide the midday sunlight shining through the window. When you turned, you jumped slightly in surprise when Tom’s hand reached out to grab yours, drawing you to the bed.
“C’mon,” he mumbled sleepily. “you can be the big spoon.”
Untying your shoelaces, you kicked off your shoes and wedged yourself onto the small bed just behind Tom, flattening yourself against his back. You wrapped an arm around his tummy, hugging yourself closer to him as he took your hand and intertwined your fingers.
“Tess has taken my place as little spoon, I see,” you whispered teasingly, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “not that I can blame her.” You were always the little spoon when it came to cuddle sessions with Tom, so being the big spoon for once felt like you were taking on some godly responsibility. In fact, you were surprised to see yourself enjoying it.
“Don’t worry,” Tom whispered back, and wiggled into you. “she’s not nearly as good a cuddler as you are, love.” You grinned, and squeezed Tom’s hand. It was comfortable, the position you were in, and slowly, you could feel yourself drifting off.
“My two girls,” he hummed, and you let go of a sleepy grin, pressing your cheek to his back. “sweet dreams.”
You woke up to barking, and Tom drawing invisible shapes to the back of your hand with his thumb.
Letting out a groan at the sudden flood of light, and Tessa indecent barking, you turned to bury your face into Tom’s chest, seemingly forgetful of what position you had fell asleep in.
“Baby,” you whined quietly, “turn the light off?” Instead of an affirmation, you were met with the loud, obnoxiously adorable laugh of Harry Holland.
“Haz, what on earth are you doing?” Tom’s voice was still thick with sleep, and you propped yourself up on your elbow, regarding the younger Holland brother with squinted eyes. You loved Harry to death; just a little less, at the moment. “We were sleeping.” Tess, who now sat at his feet, looked as smug as a dog could.
“Sorry, Tom,” Harrison trod into the room then, raising an eyebrow at his two best friends, who were currently tangled up in a position Harrison was unfamiliar with seeing them in. “Dinner’s in ten; you hungry?” You really weren’t.
Tom groaned, and shifted onto his back so that he could look at you, sending you a soft smile as he brushed a piece of hair away from your face. “You hungry?” You shook your head, and Tom let out a relieved sigh.
“Nice,” he turned back to the two standing in the doorway, and shrugged. “we’re good. Go on without us.” You grinned, and lifted yourself up and over Tom, flopping back down so that the two of you were chest to chest.
“You sure? What’re you guys gonna do here all by yourself?” There was a certain obliviousness to his tone, and you turned your head into Tom’s neck to hide your grin, slipping a leg between his innocently.
“Oh, well, uh,” Tom spluttered, shrugging profusely. “probably just nap some more, maybe watch some movies? Y’know, boring stuff.” Harry nodded, reaching down to scratch Tessa behind the ears.
“Cool. We’ll see you later.” And with that, Harry left, leaving Harrison alone and staring at the two of you accusingly.
“You know, sooner or later, the poor kid’s gonna realize that out of all the times you’ve skipped dinner to ‘nap and watch some movies’, a very small portion of that is the two of you actually napping and watching movies.” You blew Harrison a kiss as Tom leaned down, trailing soft kisses down your neck, ignoring his best friend. “Alright, yeah, I’ll take the hint.”
“Bye, Haz,” you hummed, “bring us back-” your sentence was cut off with Tom’s lips, the kiss slow and deep. You laughed at Harrison’s disgruntled groan, and lifted a hand to curl itself into Tom’s hair, using it to pull him closer.
“C’mon, Tess. Mommy and daddy have some business to take care of.”
As soon as Harrison and Tessa left the room, Tom rolled off of you with one last peck to the lips. “Now that we’re alone,” he laughed, settling back against the pillows, you inched yourself closer, turning over so that he could spoon you. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer so that the two of you were pressed flush against one another. “I think it’s time we’ve got some much needed sleep.”