Tom Holland Imagines!!
Everything from fluff to Tom being protective to pregnancy ones to acting together on set, you name it!
And for all my innocent girls out there, not a lot of inappropriate stuff, the farthest I'll go is a little kiss session ;)
"F/N!! Come on pick up pick up!!" You seethe into the phone.
"Um hello?" You hear f/n on the end of the phone
"Tom is in my living room!!" You cry, pacing your bedroom.
"What?" F/n asks in confusion.
"Are you deaf?!? My ex boyfriend is in my living room!!" You exclaim.
"WHAT?! Why? How did he get in!?!"
"I don't even know!! Jonathan said there was a friend here and I thought it was you coming for my ice cream—"
"Don't throw me under the bus your ice cream is superior!" She interrupts.
"That is not the point right now!" You seethe. She mutters a sorry and you continue.
"And so I told Jonathan to let the person up and it was freakin Tom. And he asked to come in and I just got nervous and let him in!! What do I do?!" You cry.
"Do you look hot?" F/n cries.
"Excuse me?! I always look hot and why does it matter?!" You cry, more nervously pacing the room.
"Because you want to get back together?" F/n asks in all seriousness. You wander into the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. Did you want him back? Did you want to try again? What if it failed and everything crumbled again? What if he didn't want you back?
"Y/n?" F/n says. You swallow hard.
"Yes?"
"You never know if you don't try. Take it one day at a time, and see where the road leads you," she says. You smile.
"Thank you. I'll give you all the details tonight!" And with that you hang up the phone. You look in the mirror
"Okay y/n. Looking cute can't hurt anything... right?" You quickly put on some mascara and a light clear gloss, and fix your hair into a pony tail at the nape of your neck with a few flyaways.
Then you walk down the stairs. He's sitting on your couch, elbows on his knees hunched over and fiddling with his fingers. He hears you and looks up. His mouth parts a bit in awe.
"Um... hi?" You say, not moving from the end of the stair case. Tom jumps up, awkwardly standing there.
"Hi... wow um... you look... great?" He says not knowing if it was okay to compliment you. You chuckle a bit.
"Thanks you too," you reply. It's awkward silence as he examines your apartment and you chew on your lip.
"Um... why are you here? Exactly?" You ask. Tom seems to remember that he had a purpose for being here.
"Just... what you said at the interview. I j-just... I wanted to talk about it," he says. You suck in a breath. You hadn't thought of this.
"Oh sure," you say nervously gesturing for him to sit. He sits on one end of the couch, and you sit cross legged at the other, fiddling with your hoodie strings.
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