Tom Holland x Reader Imagines

16: Birthday Girl (3)

"He never once talked about feelings?!" Z practically shrieked in my face, and I choked a bit on my own spit.

"N-no, Z, he didn't. He's a guy-"

"Oh, pshh. That means nothing. Men are perfectly capable of feelings, you know. They're not heartless," Z chided.

I sighed deeply. Yes, I knew that.

"And did he mention dinner?" Z prodded.

I glared at her. "No, Z, he mentioned Mt. Rushmore. Yes, God Z. He said you wouldn't leave him alone unless he did!"

Z returned my glare.

The hard part about these glares was that we were seated side-by-side in a limo, which was now the norm for the SpiderMan Clan.

And being sat side-by-side meant we'd have to side-glare one another.

"He's mentioned it," Z repeated, self-assuringly. "Then where'd he taking you? Somewhere nice?"

I had an unknown grumpy feeling. "No, Z, we're dining under a bridge. Z, it's my birthday, so he's taking me to, yes, someplace nice."

Z sighed to copy me. "You can stop being so sardonic." Her dark hair was in its natural fizz around her perfect face, her eyebrows perfectly done.

Her clothes were as normal, her own style, which she let me copy.

But today I was just donning that red dress Z had picked out.

I licked my bottom lip as the limo driver slowed to a stop in front of the dress stop. Apparently, according to Z, the short red dress wasn't enough for a birthday dinner.

So here we were, at H&Ms, to pick one.

And then there we were, at Ross.

And then Buckle.

And then and then and then, until we finally found one.

It was pale pink, and it made me feel so damn cute. The dress also had a very nice, flare-able skirt and an adorable neckline.

But Z made sure my black lacy bralette poked out through the showing skin.

Of course she did.

"Hey," she chirped from the other side of the door. "Tom's ready to pick you up, wants to know where you are."

I held my breath. My heart was pounding in my ears. "I'm ready, too."

Too.

"How's the most beautiful girl........" Tom's voice failed him as I stepped out from behind Z, almost shy, curls falling over my face.

The pale pink fabric swished around my legs. Since I'd shaved, it felt dreamy.

Z smiled very widely, you could clearly see her teeth.

Tom got a lip-sided grin on his face, I could see the point of his fangs (not vampire) poking over his lip.

That ws cute.

Unfortunately, it got me wanting to be nipped by those pearly whites.

"Hey Tom," I managed in a pathetic whisper, but his lop-sided grin became a full on shining smile.

His outfit certainly fit him, a tailored suit, black, and he had on a pale pink tie.

"I told him the color," Z whispered.

"Yeah, but I didn't think it'd look so stunning on you," Tom muttered, looking pointedly at the black lace peaking through.

I blushed madly at that.

"The lace or the color pink?" Z asked from over her shoulder.

I hadn't even noticed she'd started down the sidewalk till now.

Tom gave her a click of the tongue.

Tongue.

"Let's go, shall we?" I asked, finally getting a tiny bit more courage.

And I had a huge blush from my cheeks to my chest.

I wonder if he could tell.

"Yeah, let's go."