Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

Noticed | Tom Holland

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Also Y/F/A/N is Your Fan Account Name and Y/B/N is Your Brother's Name. Enjoy!
-A

I quickly changed from my private account to my fan account and stared at the screen. Why? Tom Holland posted a couple months ago that he was going to have a competition. Two out of millions of his fans get to meet him and spend a week with him if they donated a certain amount to a charity. One, it was for a great cause. Two, I had a 1/1000000000+ chance of meeting Thomas Stanley Holland; so I donated and now there's a post saying that we should slide to the next part of the post to see who are going to spend the week with him. I pressed my thumb on the screen and swiped left to see the post.

(I'm making this account up, so if they actually exist please don't freak out.)
Account one: TommyyHolland
Account two: Y/F/A/N

I turned off the phone and placed it on the side of my bed where there was a stand with my lamp before starting to jump on the bed. "MUM!"
"What is it honey?!" She yelled up the stairs and I held in a scream.
"I'm spending a week with Tom Holland!" I yelled and did a dance as I jumped on the bed.
"That new Spider-Man?"
"YES!"
I got down from the bed and squealed like a small child, stopping when I heard my phone give out a 'ding!' that meant, obviously, that I had a notification. I turned on my phone and almost had a heart attack.

Instagram:  TomHolland2013 sent you a private message

I quickly pressed onto the notification and entered my password, feeling like I was dreaming.
TomHolland2013: Hi! I'm not sure that you saw but you won the competition!
Y/F/A/N: Is this real? I don't think it is. 
TomHolland2013: Unless we're in a joint coma I don't think so.
Y/F/A/N: Good cause I just did a dance on my bed. And that sounds like I pissed myself Jesus Christ-
TomHolland2013: I think your reaction is the better out of the two, I won't lie.
Y/F/A/N: If you haven't noticed I have a slight obsession over your work... 
TomHolland2013 sent you a photo

I started choking on my spit when I saw that he sent me a screenshot of one of my posts when I went on in the caption saying he could hit me and I would thank him he looks that much of a god. "Oh my Thor."

Y/F/A/N: And this is where I dig a hole for myself trying to explain the caption.
TomHolland2013: I'd like to see how you planned that scene out in your head.
Y/F/A/N: Well it ended with you apologizing and me kidnapping Tessa.
TomHolland2013: Reason ∞ why I love my fans
Y/F/A/N: Reason ∞ why your fans love you

TomHolland2013: I'm actually meant to be discussing how you're going to spend the week with me along with the other account..

Y/F/A/N: I figured as much. So can you explain it? I mainly donated for the fact it's a good cause.

We texted for a little while longer about the whole details and so I packed my bag and my Mum drove me, my little brother squirming in his seat out of excitement- when he found out I was staying with Spider-Man for a week he started dancing on the bed, making me join in again, laughing the whole time. I decided to visit my Mum, dad and brother after I finally got out of a toxic relationship and moved out of his house. But enough about the heart-to-heart with pencil and paper. I finally got to the address, making (Y/B/N) let out a squeal before getting out of the car with me. I dragged my suitcase out of the boot and pulled out the handle, dragging it along as my little brother latched onto Tom's legs. I let out a laugh at his shocked face and slowly pulled (Y/B/N) from him. "Sorry about the little loser there." I joked, turning to my brother and sticking out my tongue as he blew a raspberry before giggling and giving me a hug. Tom raised an eyebrow at him before looking at me and mouthing "is he yours?" Making me shake my head, picking him up and sitting  him on my shoulders as he patted my head like a drum. Tom nodded and chuckled at him before looking over at the car.
"Anybody else you need to say bye to?"
"Yeah.. could you possible sign something for (Y/B/N)? He's obsessed." I said with a small laugh. "Not gonna lie, I am too- anyways, can you give me a minute?" I rushed the first part and finished my sentence, turning on my heels and running to Mum and Dad, giving them both a huge hug before slowly getting out of it and walking over to Tom as (Y/B/N) ran to Mum and Dad. I waved as they drove off, and as soon as they were gone I looked over at Tom with a raise eyebrow and a wide smile. "What?" I let out with a laugh.
"Nothing, nothing." He protested and I let out a hum.
"Sure."
"You're a lot less embarrassed to meet me in person, not gonna lie." He admitted, giving  me a lopsided smile that made my heart basically melt into strawberry syrup.
"Yeah, well, y'know.. I already met you, right? You also basically exposed me but sure I was embarrassed to meet you let's say that." I said, my face heating up a bit.
"Are your- are your cheeks going red?"
"Britain's non existent Sun has emerged from fiction to life." I joked.
"True, true... anyways, let's head inside?"
"Of course." I said, falling into step with him as we walked inside of the house, giving me a small tour before coming to the upstairs. "Bathroom, bathroom, Anthia's room, my room and your room." He said, giving me a small smile before opening the door to my room.
"Dude, did you stalk my fan account to see what type of room I've always wanted?" I asked, looking around the room in awe.
"I, uh," he started, scratching the back of his neck, "never got your name- just so you know."
"(Y/N). And did you?"
"Umm.... maybe." He said, shrugging and sitting down at the large windowsill.
"The room's awesome. Thank you." I said, looking out of the window where his body wasn't placed.
"No problem.. anyways, Anthia wanted to head out to the beach seeing as it's nice weather and we can all get to know each other better."
I let out a small chuckle. "You do know we probably know everything about you, right?"
"I don't tell the internet about loads of things.." he protested.
"Marvel thinks otherwise" I said, fake coughing before and after as Tom laughed.
"So... You'll be coming?"
"Yeah. I'm glad I packed some shorts even though I literally only wear jeans and oversized jumpers and shirts." I admitted, watching Tom as he left, closing the door and mumbling out a quick apology. I got out my phone, playing my spotify playlist that consisted of arctic monkeys, Troye Sivan, panic! At the disco, cage the elephant and more. I started humming to the lyrics before quietly singing along, changing as my volume got louder as I wasn't shouting, but not at normal speaking volume, dancing the whole time a  I finished getting changed. I wore some short and a slightly oversized shirt. I slipped on some socks and Doc Martens, smiling to myself before heading downstairs to see a girl talking to Tom as she let out a slightly fake laugh at something he said. I'm judging too soon... I gave him a smile when he notice me, the girl whipping her head around and looking me up and down quickly before looking down at the phone to check the time.
"We should probably set off." She said, giving both of us a smile and then letting her gaze land on me again. "Nice singing by the way."
Forgot about that.
I felt a warmth in my cheeks and on my neck as I gulped and gave a smile. "Thanks, I guess- it's just that I think I sound like a drunk rat harmonizing with a cat being strangle  by a gurgling whale." I joked as she burst out laughing, Tom doing the same. His growing curls bounced as his body shook, an adorable music coming from his seemingly soft lips, his eyes lighting up and creases making they way at the outsides just as they closed. God, I'm obsessed with him.
The laughter stopped and we put some stuff in a bag I was carrying. What sort of stuff? Three towels, two phones- seeing as mine was in my pocket, sending music through earphones and eventually to my ears- and other things like a hairbrush, two of this  portable chargers and I decided to take some chilli heatwave Doritos, because you can never go wrong with those. Ever.
We finally arrived at an impeccable time. There were hardly any people, leaving loads of space to choose from. We finally chose the perfect spot™ and I put down my towel, not planning on getting soaked. I made sure it was on the white side so Tom didn't notice that it was a Spider-Man towel. I opened the bag and placed it in front of me, sitting on my knees and trying not to pick at how I hated the way the skin on my legs expands so much, how if you looked at the sides of my legs that faced inwards you would be able to spot the ends of stretch marks. I sighed and wished that I just sat on the wall on the outside parts of the beach and wore jeans. Looking into the bag, I got out some sunglasses I saw and put them on, admiring how it made everything have a certain theme or æsthetic to it.
"Do you like them?" A voice let out and I looked up to see a shirtless Tom Holland smiling down at me, the sun adding a darkened glow to his hair, the sunglasses making the colours look different. I let the glasses travel up my face and into my hair, wishing some hair would fall in front of my face to help hide my acne. He looked way better when I didn't wear his sunglasses.
"Yeah, sorry." I let out, taking them out of my hair to give them to him.
"You can wear them if you want.. I was just making small talk."
"Well, you could judge me for going to the beach and not doing anything." I said, chuckling. "That always goes on for a long while.. and everyone else does."
He offered me a sad smile as he sat down on the sand. "What's up?"
"Nothing." I huffed out, watching the third person that came to the beach with us talk to someone random, letting out a laugh that seemed to have the guy charmed. Something I would never be able to do in a million years.
"Not a good day for the beach?"
"A perfect day, actually."
"What's up then?" He whined, watching as I got out my phone to change the song to something else. "The greatest showman." He read out loud.
"Yeah, I'm obsessed with the songs." I admitted, letting out a chuckle.
"Never actually watched it, or heard the songs, even though I heard it had Hugh Jackman in it."
"And Zendaya." I said, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively at him.
"Ew, that rat." He joked, shoving me lightly.
"Oh, so you aren't Star Crossed lovers that met through their hobbies and blossomed a beautiful relationship but had to keep it a secret, despite their undying love being obvious?" I asked, letting the sarcasm drool out as I exaggerated an inordinate amount, feeling a pang of jealousy as I imagined the two together.
"Definitely not. I think it's a lot harder to like someone when you're considered a celebrity.."
"Oh, yes, how horrible it must be to have nerdy, geeky, beautiful women throwing themselves at your feet."
"That was sarcasm, but it is true. I look for a girl that's nerdy and geeky and beautiful, sure, but those things aren't the most important. What if they don't care if you look like you're dying inside slowly? What if they don't care that you need a shoulder to cry on, even if they knew you were falling apart? They need to be supportive and caring.. they need to really love you. The people are nice, sure, but they could lack something like empathy. A girl could date me and think 'gee, they're obsessed with what they do.' y'know?"
"Only too well." I sighed, turning my phone off. "We should stop being so depressed." I laughed, a bitter-sweet feeling lingering. "I'll race you to the water?" I offered and he nodded, his curls bobbing as he got up and dusted the sand off his trunks, getting ready to run.
"Three.."
"Two..."
"One!" We both exclaimed, sprinting whilst I threw my arms in the air, waving them wildly as Tom let out a whoop and a laugh. Thankfully, I managed to make it there first due to sneak in a tiny head start and being useless at literally every other sport. I mad  my way into the water, letting out a scream when piercing cold water splashes on my body.
"I swear to God I will make you inhale the water and I'll make you choke it out so I can make you drink it again." I threatened, giving him a death glare before laughing  an  splashing him back, a wide smile stuck on my face. He just kept sending water on me, the cold water making my shirt cling to my figure.

Looks like this week will be as awesome as I hoped.

Ewewew sorry guys for the terrible writing skills I possess. Anyways, sorry about the awkward timing and grammar mistakes, too-large spaces and wrong words if there are any, I'm using a kindle because I broke my phone as you might know???
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