Tom Holland x Reader Imagines

14: Birthday Girl (1)

This is cause my birthday is coming up, and I like me, so I'm doing this for me.

And for any of you with birthdays! (Which I assume y'all have????)

"So, you have plans with Y/N for her birthday?" Z asked, looking a bit sly. She was sprawled out on Tom's couch, feeling lazy as all get out today. Both were, actually, cause it'd been a long day of filming.

Tom frowned at his screen.

He wasn't going to answer that.

Besides, Instagram had been calling his name for the past hour.

"I think you should ask her out." Z seemed to be talking to herself, so Tom felt no need to comment.

"Maybe take her to dinner," Z said with a bit more enthusiasm. "Or maybe you should dress up as Rihanna again and give her a-"

"Alright, we can stop bouncing ideas off one another, thanks." Tom didn't even look up, but he was being very sarcastic.

"I'm bouncing ideas off myself, so shut up, cause you aren't contributing to this one-sided conversation." Z tossed a pillow at him.

Tom ignored it with amazing concentration.

"Perhaps," Z tilted her head as she spoke, "you could admit you're head over heels, and man up a bit, and ask her out!"

Tom still kept quiet. After all, she'd told him to shut up.

Besides, his phone seemed more interesting.

No, he wasn't on Y/N's Instagram.

He doesn't do that.

At all.

But her newest photo of her in a bikini was entrancing...

"She told me she liked you. She also said, and I quote, 'he's a pretty one.' And you know birthdays are the best time for this stuff," Z went on. "I've got a plan, if you want to hear it."

Tom had turned a fabulous shade of red in the face. He didn't feel like talking to Zendaya anymore, to be honest, he actually wanted to go lay down in a ditch somewhere and hopefully die.

"I'll get her all pretty in the morning, and then bring her downstairs. You'll be there, present or flowers in hand, no, wait, present and flowers, and take her to set with you. Then to dinner. The other actors can entertain her while you work, and she can get her pictures taken by a photographer with them. That's, like, what she dreams about," Z rambled off.

Tom had actually been convinced within the course of that sentence. "That...actually sounds really good."

Z tilted her head toward him with a small glare. "I know, dummy. I came up with it, of course it was."

"It's not too bad of an idea," Tom said, to himself.

Z clicked her tongue. "Of course not. I don't have those."

Tom rolled his eyes. "Course you don't."

"So I'm going to go get her to sleep. We're doing it 'pre birthday slumber party' style with Lizzie and Scarlett," Z said, standing up and walking to the door.

Tom frowned a bit. "What?"

Z smiled. "Nothing."

He nodded. He'd accept that.

He didn't want her to explain again.