Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

Tom Holland- New soul

A/N: Y/H/C = Your hair colour

TOM
"Breaking news. Famous actress Zendaya has passed away today, in a horrific car crash that left her dead and the other driver in a coma. Unfortunately, we have no comment from Mr Holland, being Zendaya's boyfriend." The news reporter spoke as I cried, unable to believe that my girlfriend was gone.

"In other news, a newly 24 year old woman named Y/N Y/L/N passed away this morning after being shot dead by her boyfriend, Zac Connors. Zac Connors has been arrested and questioned by police since 10:30 this morning." The news continued, causing me to turn off the TV, needing to sleep.

Y/N (In Zendaya's body)
Opening your eyes, you looked around. Your felt weird. Sitting up, you sat on a metal shiny table, a white cloth covering your body.

"HOLY SHIT!" A random man yelled as he quickly helped you get changed.

"W-What happened to me?" You asked, confused.

"Ms Coleman, you were supposed to be dead, or you are supposed to be dead. That means you're a ghost. But that doesn't make sense. I shouldn't be able to see you if you're a ghost." The man spoke. As you looked around what seemed to be the morgue, you noticed a full head of Y/H/C hair.

"Who's body is this?" You asked.

"Ms Coleman, I am not allowed to tell you." He spoke.

"I said, who's body is this?" You asked, the man cowering.

"That body belongs to Y/N Y/L/N. She died this morning." The man revealed, causing you to hyperventilate.

You're Y/N. How is your body lifeless on an embalming table? How can you still be alive but your body isn't?

Within a few minutes, you were on a gurney, trying to breathe, but failing. Once you knew you were somewhere private, you called in a nurse.

"Hello Ms Coleman. How may I assist you?" The nurse asked, smiling.

"May I please have a mirror?" You requested, the nurse leaving for a minute before returning, placing the mirror in your hands. The nurse leaving you alone, you looked at yourself in the mirror.

"What the fuck..." You whispered in shock and horror as you looked at your face. You didn't look like yourself.

You looked like Zendaya. You looked exactly like Zendaya, the FAMOUS actress. You panicked. As you put the mirror, you heard the door open, you watched Tom-freaking-Holland walk through the door, tear-stained eyes.

"Oh my gosh. Daya. I missed you so much. I genuinely believed you were dead. The police and the mortician confirmed that you were dead. But you're not. You're right here, and I'm never letting you go again." You were overwhelmed as you felt Tom's lips on yours.

None of this made sense. You're Y/N, but in Zendaya's body. Tom is kissing you, but he's kissing Zendaya.

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!

You pulled away, trying to relax. Hoping to figure something out, you spoke.

"Hey, Tommy. Can you get me something to eat? I'm really hungry." You tried to act like Zendaya would. It was weird hearing your words in someone else's voice.

"'Tommy'? Huh. You've never called me that before." You panicked, thinking that Tom suspected something was wrong.

"Oh, I-I-" You tried to come up with a reasonable and believable answer, but you couldn't.

"I like it. You must really love me if you've got a nickname for me. Don't worry. I'll find you something to eat." He kissed your forehead before leaving the room. You figured out to call him 'Tommy', as he believes that you're Zendaya and he called you 'Daya'.

Feeling a sense of nausea, you tried to calm down, thinking about what the hell was going on.

The last thing you remembered was a gun being held to your head, before everything went black. The next thing you know, you're waking up on an embalming table in a morgue, but you're not in your body. You're in the body of a famous actress.

Then it clicked.

Your body, physically, was dead. It no longer had any use. But your soul is still alive and is now within Zendaya. Your soul has possessed Zendaya's body. The reason why, is unknown. What happened to Zendaya's soul is unknown.

You blinked a few times, watching as Tom entered the hospital room, a bag in his hands.

"I didn't know what you'd want, so I bought you all of your favourite foods. Anything's better than hospital food." Tom smiled as he placed the bag on the table that would rest in front of you. You ate food, feeling the nausea going away as you filled your stomach.

How is this all happening? Why is this all happening? How can I make it stop?

You sighed, enjoying the food that Tom had brought you.