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Request: Could you please do a Tom Holland imagine where where the reader is an FtM trans guy and is on their period, and Tom is just like taking care of them and telling them that their the handsomest boy and that he's passing extra well ahh idk if that's to specific or not but o well, thanks in advance!
Summary: Tom might not be able to make fix everything in the world, but he tries his best to make sure you're happy in your own skin
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That time of the month. It's really the worst time. First of all, it's fucking uncomfortable. Your uterus essentially is trying to kill itself because God forbid you not allow it to house a child. Literally, just throws a temper tantrum over it. It's painful and your hormones go all out of whack, making you want to just curl up into a ball and sulk all day or murder anyone that comes near you.
But, to top all of that, it's simply demasculinizing. Your body doesn't match your head and it's so unfair. It's just icing on top of the horrible cake you didn't want to begin with. But, it's a good thing you have Tom.
You were supposed to hang out that day but you canceled last minute, explaining why. Tom has been nothing but supportive since you told him you were trans. You're still you and he really doesn't care. With that being said, however, you were shocked when Tom texted back, saying that you'd just have the day at your place. You didn't expect him to just come over but he did.
"How're you feeling there, mate?" Tom asked once you welcomed him inside.
"Like shit." You responded with a groan.
"Don't look like it." Tom gave you a cheeky smile.
"Sure." You retort, following Tom to your living room.
"Rocky?" He offers.
"Rocky?" You raise a brow before sitting beside him.
"Yeah! What? Don't tell me you don't like Rocky!" Tom pretends to be offended.
"You're such a loser." You chuckle. "Rocky is fine."
A few minutes pass and Tom feels the need to break the silence that formed. He's such a chatterbox. You swear you've never seen a single movie where he doesn't have something to say. Honestly, watching a new movie with him is the worst possible idea. Sure, he gets really excited which is nice, but he still talks. And yet, he's so innocent in doing so, you actually find it incredibly difficult to get mad at him.
"Really, how're you feelin'?" Tom asks, the normally cheery smile no longer gracing his face. "I mean, ya know, more than just shit?" Tom chuckles.
"It just sucks." You shrug. "Makes me feel like I'm taking steps backward rather than forward." You sigh and shake your head.
Tom nods in response, sympathizing with you as much as he could. "Well, I know this won't fix anything but, you know you're passing, yeah?"
"What?" You raised your brows quickly, looking at him with confusion and surprise.
"Yeah, man." Tom says nonchalantly. "Really, and you know I wouldn't lie to you. You're fuckin' passing."
"Think so?"
"Know so. You're looking handsome as fuck, too, dude. Don't let this get you down. It's just some days of a month and then it's fucking over. I don't totally get it but you know I'm here for ya no matter what. But, it doesn't matter. You're looking great and no one would ever even know." Tom's eyes are drenched in absolute honesty.
"Thanks." You grin, ear to ear, happy to hear those words come from Tom's mouth.
