Tom Holland + Peter Parker included!!
For the Hollanders out there, this book is for you to satisfy your love for a talented Brit because we all need a little imagination to help us get through our day ^_^
Started: August 25, 2017
Finished: ???
Type: AU / fluff Word Count: 753 Published: December 7, 2017
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"Okay, one foot in front of the oth–there you go." You whisper to Tom, trying to carry him into your house after too many drinks at a frat party.
Tom was whining and moaning, his legs becoming limp every two steps. You almost fell over because Tom went full limp at one point going up your driveway.
"We're almost there, buddy." You pat Tom's back as his arm is slung over your shoulder.
Sooner enough, you make it to your door. With your keys already prepared in your hand, you unlock the door and enter the dark house.
Knowing the layout, you blindly let Tom crash on your sofa. He went down with a drunken grunt. You expected a thud, thinking maybe Tom missed the couch and fell onto the floor. Luckily, he didn't.
Running back, you find your lights and switch them on, illuminating the main room of your small house.
*thud*
As if on cue, once you turned back around, you watched Tom's body roll of the couch and onto the carpet.
"Oww."
"Ugh, Tom!" You bend down and grab his shoulders, sitting him up at least.
Kneeling in front of the drunk frat, you see that his hair is disheveled, eyes partially closed, lips opened just a gap, and his body completely not moving.
'Why the fuck does this man still look highly attractive in a drunken state???' You think, trying to maintain a certain nonchalant vibe.
"You're literally a mess. And you need to sleep." You state, standing up and helping Tom get back on the couch. In five minutes, you manage to get him laying down in an awkward position. You were panting because you actually had to pull a body, which sounds weird enough.
Tom continued to moan into the cushion while not moving. You push his shoulder to make him face up.
In the next two seconds, Tom came back into consciousness and sat up in the couch. His eyes found you and he patted the empty seat next to him.
"Come here." You heard a smirk in Tom's voice. Sitting next to your *cough* crush *cough*, you start to feel your heart race when Tom put his hand on your knee.
"We should make out." He giggled. You gasped, looking at your frat friend.
"Tom no!" You chuckle nervously. Suddenly, his hand slides up your thigh.
"Can I tell you something at least?" He whispers in your ear. You swore you thought he could hear your heart beat.
"What?" You playfully roll your eyes as Tom's face gets closer to your neck. The closeness between you two was getting tense.
"I like you." Tom said seriously. You didn't say anything, too afraid to anyways. Then, he giggled in your ear.
You pull away from his face since he practically boomed a laugh in your ear.
Those words were words you wish Tom meant, but of course, he's drunk and probably joking.
"No you don't." You scoff, making Tom pull away from you.
"Yeah I do." He shrugs, somehow looking a little more sober, but you weren't sure.
"I'm prooooooobably really drunk right now," his head falling on your shoulder, "but I'm telling the truth."
You decided to play with him.
"How am I suppose to trust you if you're drunk?" You push Tom off your shoulder to prevent anything from going further.
"I don't know. Maybe I spill secrets when I'm drunk." Tom's eyes were closed as he gave a slit smile at you. "I really like you, (y/n). Like.. more than a friend." Then his brown eyes open.
Looking into his orbs, you really didn't want to believe it. A crush liking you back was like one in a million and there is no way it's happening with you and Tom.
But the words he was saying sound so sincere and real that a part of you was jumping with joy.
Then again, you snapped back into reality.
"You are drunk." You lightly push on Tom's chest, making him fall back a little. Tom scoffed.
"No! I'm Tom!"
'He's drunk and he doesn't know what he's saying. He probably won't remember this in the morning.' You think, trying to push your hopeless romantic self away.
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sorry for not posting in like.. two weeks? anyways, here's a fratboy!tom imagine that was kinda crap. hopefully if i have more time, i'll be able to post more frequently :)
