Tom Holland Imagines

This Is Love // Tom Holland

A/n: ok this imagine is going to be a series and it is inspired by the movie I, Tonya.

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There he was, looking handsome as ever. Watching me as I danced and tried to get some of the moves right. He was gorgeous from all the over pigs in here, he out standed them, but here I was looking all sweaty and gross from all the shit movements I have been doing. That didn't stop me from going up to him though.

• Tom's POV •

Look at her move. Her body melted into the beat of the music, her body moved like it was meant for dancing. She was gorgeous. Here I was standing here looking like a creep, I didn't really have much game. Only shit thing I did was hang with my best mate Harrison and play games. I finally got the courage to get out and come here to this dance studio and now here I am. Staring at a beautiful girl.

"Who is she?" I asked Harrison, who was munching out on a hotdog. He hummed and looked up, seeing the same girl I was watching.

"That Y/n Y/l/n. She's one of the best dancers here."

I watched her come up to me. She placed her hands on her hips and sighed before giving me a small smile.

"Hi." She said, her voice sounding so beautiful. I smiled but instantly froze, what was I suppose to say? Should I say hi back? Should I tell her that I thought she was pretty? Oh for fuck sakes Tom do something!

"D-do you like f-food?"

You fucking idiot.

Her smiled dropped for a second and all she did was stare at me. I couldn't believe I just asked her if she like food!

"Yeah... yeah I do."

• Your POV •

After our first talk, Tom and I started to hang out more and by hang I mean he'd come over to the studio and watch me dance while every once in a while I'll go up and talk to him. All we did was talk and I was ok with that, I never really talked to a boy before so Tom was my first. My mother had me to focused in dancing that I didn't really have a social life. All I did was dance, it was all I knew. So when Tom asked me out I said yes and I went with him... with my mom.

"So Tim are you flower or a gardener?" My mother asked him, flicking her cigarette ashes on her food.

"M-my names Tom-"

"I'm a gardener who wants to be a flower, how fucked am I?"

I scoffed, "mom.."

She looked at me and I gave her a look begging her to stop. She slightly shrugged and chugged down the rest of her wine.

"So have you two fucked yet?"

My mouth fell open and Tom chuckled, slightly turning red. I couldn't believe my mom just asked us that question. We were only 15!

I thought after that date Tom wouldn't want to see me again, but I was wrong. We still hanged out after that date. I'd go over to his house or we'd hang at the studio. One day I went to his house and saw him, fixing a car.

"Hey." I said softly but loud enough for him to hear.

"Hey." He said back, coming up to me.

We stayed quiet for a bit and just stared at each other. That was the thing with us, we were always so awkward with each other it always made me wonder why we were still talking.

"I just came by to see how you were doing.."

Tom smiled slightly, "well I'm not sick and all so I'm good."

I watched him as he tried to fix the car. I slightly furrowed my eyebrows, cringing that he was missing something so I stepped in.

"You need to tighten it before you reattach." I grabbed the trench and began to tighten the loose part. I handed Tom his stuff back and looked down at my hands, seeing they were dirty as fuck. Tom handed me his towel but I shook my head.

"Oh no thanks.. it's fine," so I wiped my hands on my pants.

Tom closed the hood of his car and we both leaned on it, standing there awkwardly.

"So do you um.. like me or something?"

Why are we so awkward?

Tom chuckled, "You're so fucking pretty."

I couldn't believe he just called me pretty. A boy never has shown interest in me besides Tom and he thinks I'm pretty.

I softly smiled, "no I'm not." I slightly looked up at him and smiled a bit more, "you are.."

Tom grinned and I did too. He stepped closer to me and the next thing I knew we were making out. He was a pretty good kisser though, I wonder if I was a pretty good kisser too. At first our relationship was all sunshines and flowers and unicorns, but once things started to get more serious. We started hitting each other.

My whole life I have been abused so I thought Tom hitting me meant that he loved me. I mean he would always say he was sorry afterwards, we were only 16 by then how stupid am I to know that, that wasn't ok? I didn't know.

"Oh fuck you feel so good!" Tom groaned in the crook of my neck.

I gasped and pulled him closer, moving my hands from his back to his ass. I moved my hips to the rhythm of his and moaned loudly at how good he made me feel.

"Harder Tom."

Tom began to fondle with my chest and I jolted when he pinched my nipple and began to suck on them. After becoming boyfriend and girlfriend we did start fucking right away. I mean it was our hormones and we were right there, how could we not fuck?

"Oh fuck I'm coming!" He groaned, moving his hips faster.

I moved my hand down to my clit and began to rub myself, moaning at the feeling of having him pounding inside me while I rubbed my sensitive nub.

"Come for me Tom."

Tom moaned loudly and I did as well when he leaned down and buried his face in the crook of my neck again.

That's all we did nowadays. We fought, beat each other up, have sex, have good days and it's a repeat over and over again. It never stopped.

"I can see the bruise through that shitty make up." My mom said, taking a smoke and puffing it out while her focus was on the tv, "I would never be with a man who hit me."

I rolled my eyes and shoved my mouth with cereal, "you hit dad."

"Yeah but that's different, you can't always seem to keep your mouth shut maybe that's why Tom hits you. Maybe he should hit it sure does help me."

I looked up at my mom and glared at her in disbelief. I couldn't believe my own mother would say something like that, but then again I grow up with her hitting me. I quickly got up and placed my bowl in the sink, grabbing my stuff.

"Ok well I gotta go." As I was about to leave the room my mom spoke.

"Hey!"

We stayed quiet for a bit.

"Kiss your mother goodbye."

I slowly went up to her and quickly gave her a kiss on the cheek but as I did, she jerked her head away from me slightly and I quickly left the house.

I don't understand why I bother with this world anymore.