Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

So Long- Tom Holland

The fire may have been roaring, but you still couldn't stop shivering.

"Here. Let's share the blanket." You felt the heavy fabric being draped over your shoulders, and you couldn't help the different kind of shiver that ran over you when Tom's fingers had brushed against the bare skin of your neck.

"Thanks..." You gripped onto the edge of the soft fabric like it was your lifeline, even though Tom was sitting right next to you.

You should have been used to the cooler weather, because it got even colder where you were from... maybe your nerves were making everything worse. Maybe you shouldn't have agreed to come to London with him.

"Tomorrow we can do a little sight seeing? Maybe go shopping for some warmer clothes..." He pushed against you, his words were teasing and you managed a shy smile "I'm really happy you decided to come visit me y/n/n."

You'd met Tom while working on the set of the latest Spider-Man movie, and the two of you had immediately become friends, spending many afternoons holed up in his trailer playing video games, and discussing Marvel theories.

He'd surprised you on the last day of filming, when he'd asked if you'd be interested in visiting England sometime...

Why couldn't you think of a single interesting thing to say?

It was like every conversation between the two of you had never happened...
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You hadn't meant to fall asleep on the couch, and you especially hadn't meant to fall asleep against him.

Tom had woken up first, moving to stretch his body but hesitating when he felt you shifting against him. Your hand was resting against his chest, your leg draped over his waist, and he held back a laugh at the way you held tighter to him when he shifted his weight again.

He couldn't help noticing the delicate way your long hair had fallen over your face, and he moved his fingers up towards it, gently brushing it away, and being careful not to wake you.

Tom knew you'd be embarrassed when you woke up and found yourself in this position. So, he eventually managed to slip away from you, and off the couch. He covered you with the blanket that had fallen to the floor at some point during the night, and shook his head as he walked down the hallway towards his bathroom.

He'd begun falling for you the exact second you'd walked into the makeup trailer.

You were the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen... the way you'd blushed when he'd asked your name, how quiet your voice had been. The way your smile was just a little bit crooked, and shy. Like someone, at some point, had given you a reason to hide it.

Tom shook his head as he shed himself of his clothing and stepped into the shower. He was almost certain you didn't feel the same way about him, that the two of you would never move past being friends, and he had to learn to be alright with that.
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"Morning y/n." You blinked a few times, only to see Tom sitting on the floor in front of the couch with a big smirk plastered across his face while Tessa nuzzled her head under his arm "You were pretty tired from the flight so I figured I would let you sleep a little longer..." He ran his hands through his still damp hair as you sat up, letting the blanket fall to the floor as you stretched your arms above your head.

"Did we... both sleep out here?" Tom shook his head, even though his eyes told a different story, but you decided against questioning him.

"I moved to my room after you passed out." He shrugged his shoulders, his eyes seeming to sparkle as he studied you "Shower's free, and I'm going to make us a quick breakfast? Then we can head out..." He stood up, scratching Tessa behind the ears as he walked past you to the kitchen, and you made your way down the short hallway to his bathroom, where the mirror was still clouded with steam.

Tom was an international celebrity... and you were just a girl from a very small town in the middle of nowhere.

Yes, it had absolutely began as an innocent crush, but had only evolved as you spent more time with him. He... was perfect.

The fact that he was famous, didn't matter one bit to you.

Tom was just... A great human being, who just happened to be the most attractive person you'd ever laid eyes on.
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