❝ WITH GREAT POWER COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY ❞
[ PETER PARKER | TOM HOLLAND IMAGINES ]
🕷 H e y E v e r y o n e 🕷
My first imagines collection for the actor Tom Holland & character Peter Parker.
[ PG-13 for language ]
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A/N: I love La La Land and I get dreamy thinking of Tom Holland in a suit which is so classy so excuse me as I fangirl. Hope this was worth the wait! Let me know if you guys want another part, otherwise this is the conclusion.
Prompt: La La Land AU where Tom is the aspiring actor and (Y/n) is the struggling jazz pianist
Warnings: adorable yet awkward
Word count: 2327
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A L O V E L Y N I G H T
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"(Y/n)! Wait!" Tom shouted desperately, trying to catch up with the fleeing pianist as she headed towards the box that contained her eyes.
"Tom Holland. My, how you've grown," a flirty reporter cooed as she stepped in front of Tom. "Remember me? The interviewer from Buzzfeed?" The reporter grinned as she held out her hand to a distracted Tom.
He nodded politely, not really paying attention to the words she was speaking as he watched (Y/n) ask the chauffeur for her keys.
"Yeah, it's really nice to see you again—"
"I have this idea for this new show that I wanted to run by you really quick. So I was thinking, what if we had these celebrities come and get interviewed... but dressed up as bears! We were thinking something like—"
"Frank Sinatra!" Tom called out, knowing there was a good chance that the jazz pianist would know the name. He was successful in finally catching the pianist's attention. (Y/n)'s (h/c) bounced as she turned to face him, smiling painfully from a distance with blotchy, red eyes.
"You again," (Y/n) nodded, quickly drying her tears laying on her cheeks with the back of her hand, trying to make herself seem somewhat presentable.
"Is it possible for you to pass me my keys?" Tom asked slyly, trying to jerk his head towards the interviewer to convey the message I want to get out the hell out of here. (Y/n) smirked slightly, biting her lip as she nodded her head.
"Um, yeah. Sure. Which one is it?" (Y/n) asked as she shrugged, observing that the confused woman glanced in between herself and the attractive brunette.
"It's the Audi. Thanks," Tom smiled slightly, gesturing to box that was filled with Audi keys. After all, it was an expensive guest list. (Y/n) sighed at the sight of the keys, wondering how she was going to get through the night without another disaster.
(Y/n) finally figured out which keys were the young man's, handing over the car keys as their fingers brushed slightly. (Y/n) then nodded politely as she gripped her large red purse slung on her shoulder filled with the multiple piano sheets.
(Y/n) sighed with exhaustion, walking away as the clacking of her heels filled her head. Her negative thoughts were interrupted once again by the persistent brunette who called out towards her.
