Thankful (Tom Holland Thanksgiving Imagine)
Summary: Finally you and Tom are able to take a break from your busy lives and spend Thanksgiving together.
Authors Note: This has been in my drafts for a hot minute. I’ve gotten asked how I write so much and tbh there will just be nights where I write my ideas down and then get like 2/3′s of the way through and finish the rest when I have more inspiration. I’ve gotten a couple of Thanksgiving request and I think I might do a couple more little Thanksgiving blurbs (or headcanons because you guys seem to love those).
Word Count: 1388
The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach and while you didn’t necessarily agree with that idea it was certainly true of your man. As every second of every day passed you were sure Thomas Stanley Holland was the love of your life. You’d never been a sap, but he managed to bring something out in you.
The two of you met when he was looking to buy a new house in Atlanta. You were an agent on a house he was looking at. You’d gotten your real estate license freshman year of college, and used flipping and selling properties to help pay for tuition.
The day you met Tom, all you’d hear was that you had a high profile client but didn’t know exactly who they were. To say you were shocked by how young your client was, was an understatement. Normally prospective buyers showed up wearing formal attire but he casually rolled up in grey joggers, a tight-fitting Nike shirt, and sunglasses. Sweat glistened on his skin and his hair was tousled like he came from the gym. Tom’s jaw also dropped seeing you in a floral silk dress with your curls bouncing on your shoulders and Gianvito Rossi heels lengthening your legs. You removed your Fendi sunglasses, tucking them away in a creme Prada Saffiano Lux Tote. To keep a long story short, that day you ended up with a nice commission and a date to an exclusive restaurant.
Ever since then, you’ve been a couple. Sometimes it was hard considering the fact that he was always filming or on a press tour and you were busy focusing on your firm. The time spent together is cherished and full of passion. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, or at least it makes one friskier in bed.
Finally, you’d have your man home for a week. No scripts, no press, just being together. He had been filming some secret project in L.A. and they took off for Thanksgiving. Last night, you retrieved him from the airport and the two of you enjoyed each other’s company through all hours of the night.
Gentle buzzing awoke you from your slumber. A soft groan escaped your lips as you attempted to untangle yourself from Tom. He had your legs weaved between his, as his toned arms rested on your torso. Carefully, you get free and head to your personal closet. You slipped off the silky wine-colored negligee put on as a welcome back gift for his return home. Rummaging through the drawers, you settled on a favorite t-shirt of Tom’s that smells like him and nothing underneath. There was no need to dress up since it was just the two of you, besides you liked when Tom came up behind you and gave pats on your butt.
You quietly exited the closet and checked to see if he was still sleeping. Baby boy, had his head buried in a pillow and was sprawled out on the bed. A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. You wanted to chastise him for being a such a workaholic, but he was doing what he loved. Gently, you tucked Tom back in under the sheets and kissed his forehead.
You tip-toed across the hardwood floor trying not to make too much noise and gently shut the door behind you. Glancing down at your phone, you groaned. 5:00 AM. Had to get started now or you’d be eating at midnight.
Making your way to the kitchen, you glanced in a hallway mirror letting out a groan. After last nights activities, Tom somehow managed to convince you to not touch your hair and just fall asleep on his chest. While it was against your better judgment, he was too enticing to resist last night. Now you were paying that bad decision with your frizzy hair. You found a nearby hair tie you had lying around and reached to pull your mane out of your face before being met with a snap. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
You huffed before walking down the hallway to your office and grabbing a thick rose scrunchie. Not your best look, but you’d fix it later. Heading back down to the kitchen, you’d flip the lights on and bask in front of all your pre-measured ingredients. Everything broken down recipe by recipe, every ingredient was perfect down to the final drop.
If anyone knew how to throw it down in the kitchen, it was you. It was rare when you found the time to cook these days, but when you were in the mood everyone was begging at your feet for more. Tom loved your food, but he’d never had a Thanksgiving with you before so he didn’t know what was coming his way.
In about an hour you had the turkey in one oven, a roast going in the slow cooker, and a pecan pie was ready to go in the oven. Around 7, you figured it’d be alright to turn on some music to help keep you entertained. At the beginning, it started as you humming along but quickly turned into you belting and dancing around the kitchen as you cooked. You were about halfway through dancing to Hips don’t lie when you heard a bang. You turned around to see Tom had fallen while holding onto a vase.
“Tom, what the hell?” You asked turning down the speaker and going over to help him up. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“I heard a noise and you weren’t in bed with me so I panicked,” He said standing up. Softly you giggled.
“Mmm yes, my knight in shining armor I’m sure you would be able to fight off an intruder with a vase,” You shake your head at him.
“I’m Spider-man I can fight anyone off with anything,” He said playfully putting the vase back down. “So what can I taste test?”
“Nothing,” You said smacking his hand away as it hovered over your ingredients. He pouted.
“Am I supposed to starve until tonight? Is this how Thanksgiving works?” He huffed.
“I already made breakfast for you, it’s sitting on the counter,” You said, wanting to get him out of the way.
“You’re the best girlfriend ever.” His arms wrapped around your waist as you began to knead the dough.
“Yes, yes, yes I’m well aware.” You focused on the food, wanting to make tonight perfect.
“Can I help with anything?” He began peppering small kisses on your neck, making your back arch on instinct. You whipped around and gently nudged him away.
“As much as I love you, Tom, I need to make sure everything is perfect.” You planted a light peck on his cheek hoping to satisfy him. “Just relax and watch some Netflix or something.”
“Baby, I want you to relax too. You work just as hard as me,” He frowned gently holding your chin in his hands. “It’s supposed to be your break love, I don’t need all of this.”
“But I want your Thanksgiving to be perfect,” You frowned as he gently squeezed your cheeks, making them puff up like a goldfish.
“You go honestly give me anything and I’d believe it was the perfect Thanksgiving,” He chuckled. “I just want to spend time with you.”
You looked around at all the food you laid out. So maybe you had a tendency to go a bit overboard. No one could blame you for loving the Holiday.
“Well I’m not going to waste all this food, it was a lot of work measuring this out,” You said still through squished cheeks. He laughs before letting go because of how cute you look.
“Then we’ll finish it up together and whatever we don’t eat we give to a homeless shelter,” he said. “It is all about giving right?”
You jumped up, wrapping your legs around his torso and kissing him. What had you done to deserve someone as amazing as him? You pressed your forehead against his.
“You know I love you,” You said unable to contain your smile.
“I had a feeling.”