peter parker/tom holland imagines

new light | t.h.

fluff loki that's it (haha marvel pun i'm sooo funny)

also, i'm taking new covers if you want to send some in 

because lollll the cover rn isn't that good

where are my artists at?

as she opened the door to let tom inside, he craned his neck to check out the new apartment behind you. tom whistled, raising an eyebrow. "first solo place, huh?" he nodded in approval, "not bad at all."

"thanks. and the rent's better then you'd think!" y/n smirked, moving aside to let him in. "you can only wish you lived here."

he snorted, clearly amused. "oh, yeah, 100%."

"that's what i thought," she sighed playfully, "i know you too well."

"i'd hope so. we've only been best friends since 3rd grade." he laughed, taking in the tiny kitchen, the fortunate south-facing windows spilling light across the space. "man, i wish you would have let me help out."

"with payments?" y/n asked, looking up from the dishwasher as she tried to find some cutlery. 

tom hummed, looking at a photo frame that captured the two of them. 

"nah," y/n chuckled, "i'm a big grown woman, i think i can handle it."

"and i have no doubt about that, love."

"but thanks, it's nice to know i can count on you," he smiled at that, and she continued, "i was actually about to have lunch," she said to him, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "did you want something to eat?"

"sure," tom shrugged, "i'll just have whatever you're having."

y/n laughed. "i'm having peanut butter with pickles and mayonaise. i know you don't want in on that."

tommy wrinked up his nose. her sense of taste never ceased to amaze him. "freak."

she turned on the stove, unphased by him. it's something y/n's gotten used to doing, at this point. "i can make you a grilled cheese," she offers instead.

he leaned on his elbows on the counter, raising his eyebrows at her. "you have cheese? why? you hate cheese."

"no way, i totally forgot." she's both sarcastic and fond as she rolls her eyes, ducking into the fridge and emerging a moment later with a slice of cheese. "i knew you'd be here and hungry eventually."

for him? it makes his heart do a flip. it's more heart-touching than it should be.

it's just cheese, right?

"i'm glad you're always thinking of me," tom said, trying to be nonchalant. "sure, grill me a cheese, darling."

she nodded, smoothing butter over two slices of bread in easy habit, placing one in the pan to sizzle and making the sandwich on top of it.

while the cheese melted, she got started on her own monstrosity, reaching up into the cabinet for the peanut butter. the pickles were on a higher shelf, and y/n seemed to consider it for a moment before gripping the fridge for balance and hauling herself up onto the counter.

"hey, hey, get down from there," tom forwns, hurrying into the kitchen to help.

"i've got it," she insisted, and she's already up there, leaning back to open the cabinet further, but it was as if the universe was against her, because her socks made her lose balance on the slipperly marble, and y/n almost tumbled over. "oops," she grinned sheepishly.

"now, what am i here for?" he grabbed her in time to steady her, keeping his arms on her as he helped her off the ledge. tom waited until she was set and steady on the ground before letting go, and even then, his arms lingered a moment longer.

"you can't be my permanent solution, hun," she laughed, taking the honey from him when he passes it down to her. "i'm gonna have to start doing these things by myself at some point, y'know."

"then you should have thought ahead and picked a place without high shelves," tom chides, taking over grilled cheese duties as she cuts up her banana. "now you'll just have to call me over anytime you want something. no other option, unless you see one. oh, no, you'll have to go on your tip-toes for that."

"haha," she deadpanned, "you're one to talk."

"hey! i'm actually average height, i'll have you know," tom retorted. her laugh echoed in her tiny kitchen, and something happens in tom's chest.

 his heart twinges. it almost hurts, but there's an funny pleasantness to it. his body feels too small for this hugeness, this incandescent, aching fondness that feels like it should be visibly glowing inside him.

what was going on with him? why was his heart doing backflips and turns in his chest?

she bent over her work, and tom's struck with the loveliness of her (and perhaps something else?). she's always been pretty—tom isn't blind, he's noticed it over the years—but this was different. 

she was... 

he felt different, and he could feel his heart hammering against his chest so loudly, he was afraid she'd hear it. 

they weren't that far apart, anyways. 

he could kiss her if he wanted. did he want to?

he froze, eyes now fixated on her soft lips, aching to have some kind of contact with them.

"damn," her voice is kind, teasing, but not really as she nudged him aside, taking a spatula from beside the stove and flipping his grilled cheese. "wow, tom, i honestly thought you'd be more practiced at this. too used to me doing it for you? or do you have fancy people who do it, now?"

tom looked down at the pan. the slice of bread she'd flipped over is nearly black, burnt and crusted.

y/n scrunched up her nose, "you still gonna eat that?" she glanced at the trash, frowning.

"hey." she looked up at him, eyes wide and wavering between bemusement and concern. 

pretty, he thought.

her eyelashes flutter against her cheekbones, making her look so pure and innocent. he couldn't take his eyes off y/n. he couldn't. "tommy, are you okay?"

"uh-huh." nope. he felt kind of like he'd been hit by a truck at full speed. "yeah, uh, you want me to grab us something to drink?"

"yep. water's in the fridge, i can get cups out."

tommy dug through your fridge until he got to the water, emerging to find her crawling back up onto the counter, reaching around for the cups that lay on the top shelf.

"oh my god."