Tom Holland Imagines

Bruised (Tom Holland)

[I've never written one like this, so I hope you enjoy it...let me know]

{Trigger Warning}

*Your POV*

"I saw you flirting with him, you ungrateful slut!" My boyfriend's words hurt, but not as much as the slap that followed.

"Stop it, Ty!" I scream out, as he pulls me to my feet. He gets angry at me talking back, and knocks me back down again, kicking me. I try to shuffle away, but eventually I give up and take the beating.

"You're mine. You got that? Only mine, (Y/N)." Ty scoffs, and heads towards our bedroom, slamming the door shut. I curl up in a ball on the floor, in too much pain to get up and try to have him let me in. About a hour passes before the door opens again, and he looks at me guiltily.

"Ty—" I whimper, and tears begin to fall down his cheeks.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. I—I just got so angry." He comes over, and gently picks me up. He carries me back toward our room, and lays me down on the bed. He crawls in next to me, and gently holds me close, mumbling 'sorrys' into my ear. It's hard to hate him when he can be sweet like this moment, but then I remember the pain. I'm so internally conflicted, but eventually I find a way to drift to sleep.

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*Tom's POV*

"Hey, (Y/N), coffee?" I ask my co-star, as I hold up a Starbucks cup. She nods and yawns, taking the coffee gratefully. I smile at how beautiful she looks even first thing in the morning. I push my feelings down, remembering that she has a boyfriend. She thanks me, and turns around to head to the makeup trailer. As she turns, the wind catches the bottom hem of her shirt, and my eyes immediately catch on the small area of exposed skin on her lower back. I see a discolored bruise there, but before I can say anything she's already shut the trailer door. I go to get my costume on for the filming, and I finish just when (Y/N) exits the trailer. She looks uncomfortable for some reason, but walks towards the set.

"Hey! (Y/N)? Are you okay? I thought I saw a bruise on you earlier..." I say softly.

"Oh! Yeah, I was at the gym and dropped an overhead weight onto my back. Thankfully it wasn't too heavy." She smiles confidently, and I nod slowly. I don't believe her, but it's not my place to call her on her bluff.

"Okay, well—" I start, but the director quickly takes (Y/N) for the next scene before I can continue the conversation. I sigh and continue on with my busy workday.

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*Your POV*

My makeup artist knows. She had to cover the bruises, and as she applied the foundation, I saw the look of pity on her face. I nearly freaked out when Tom mentioned the bruises. I didn't think he'd notice them. Now they're covered, and I film scene after scene with near perfect accuracy. I don't forget my lines for once, and Tom and I are practically in sync in our scenes together. It was a perfect day at work.

"Hey," Tom says as I head back to my trailer to change into regular clothing.

"Hi. What's up?" I ask, pausing to talk to him.

"What really happened? How'd you get bruised?" He asks accusingly.

"Woah! You have no right to take that tone with me!" I say defensively.

"What happened?" He asks again, and I scoff. I turn on my heel and walk up to my trailer. Tom gently grabs my arm to stop me from walking away, and I yell out before pulling my arm away. Tom looks deeply worried now, as he rolls up the sleeve of where he's grabbed me. He begins to rub the skin, making the foundation slide off. When the bruises begin to become visible, I cower away and hide my arm behind my back.