Tom Holland Imagines

You are Perfect (T.H.)

2nd Person POV (non gender specific) (requested)

Going out of the flat is the absolute worst. It is not that you're antisocial or anything, but literally the whole world knows who you are and they like to make fun of that. Tom Holland has a significant other? Yes. Are they the most fit person? No. Does Tom care? Absolutely not!

It truly is hard sometimes. Always being compared to lord hotness, Tom Holland. There is no reason for media to be telling you that you shouldn't be dating Tom. Most of the time the bullying comes from jealous fans, other times they are news blogs that watch unnecessary attention. They literally come up with the most stupid things about you and Tom. Some stories even go so far to prove that Zendaya and Tom are actually dating and you are just the "cover up" for their relationship. Complete bullshit.

"What are you thinking about?" Tom whispers as the television softly plays old episodes of Love Island. There hasn't been anything good on all day. His head is resting on top of your head, which is tucked nicely against his chest.

"How do you know I'm thinking right now?" you sass back. The sass could have been stronger, but you were too lazy.

Tom decides to run his fingers through your hair and softly hum a random tune. You could faintly hear a song from Billy Elliot the musical. "You have a thinking face, that is why I know you are thinking about something right now. Care to tell me?"

You shake your head, "no, I'm going to keep thinking to myself right now."

A single kiss is placed on your forehead. Tom continues his little hum, now to a song that sounds like it is from Les Misérables. People truly underestimate Tom's love for musicals, the boy is obsessed with them.

You and Tom are supposed to be going out tonight to go see a movie, and after looking through social media today, you could careless about the stupid movie. The only thing you want to do today is hide in your shared flat with Tom and bake biscuits or watch more Love Island or anything that doesn't involve going out of the house.

Three more episodes of Love Island go by, but as soon as it is over, Tom begins to sit up on the couch. "I'm going to go change for our date, because I don't think sweats is appropriate." He lightly laughs, throwing his legs off the couch. Tom's arms stretch above his head, a loud yawn escapes his mouth, and his shirt lifts up from his stomach. If you said it once, you will say it again. Tom is the definition of lord hotness.

"Tom," you whisper, still laying on the couch in the same position as before. His head whips around to face you once his arms come down from above his head. "Can—can we just stay home tonight? I don't wah—want to go out." You say in a small voice and eyes staring at your hands.

"But you've wanted to see this movie for months, Darling, what's changed—"

"Tom, I don't want to go see the stupid movie!" your voice raises lightly, scaring Tom. "I'm sorry," you squeal, jumping up from the couch and running into the spare room in the flat. That is usually Harrison's room when he visits, but right now, it is your room to cry in.

Once you get the door open, you throw it closed and rest your back against the door. Your knees are pulled close to your chest, head is tucked into the space between your legs and chest, and tears start flowing. In all honesty, you didn't mean to yell at Tom. Everything from social media is really stressing you out, and of course, you take it out on Tom and now you feel really bad.

Five minutes pass and your breath becomes regulated again from all the crying. You know your eyes are puffy, you know your face is red and blotchy, you know everything about you sucks. Your body sucks, your face sucks, your entire life sucks.

"Darling," you hear Tom faintly whisper from the other side of the door. A couple seconds later, his knuckles knock against the wood a couple times, then he repeats the cute nickname again. "Darling, I'm so sorry if I did anything to upset you. I am here if you want to talk about it."

"Why do you love me?" You finally ask after hearing Tom softly talk to you. He doesn't respond right away, which worries you, so you continue talking. "Why are you so in love with me and not somebody fit and healthy and cute? Someone like Zendaya or Laura. They are actual goddesses and you are dating me. I don't understand at all."

"Y/N, I love you so goddamn much. I love your cute face. I love your amazing body. To me, you are perfect." Tom says against the door. You feel the weight from his body slide along the other side of the door, letting you know he really is there. "Don't let anyone tell you different."

"I—I won't," you whisper, making sure it is just loud enough for Tom to hear you through the door. "Can we stay home and bake biscuits tonight instead? I don't really want to go out tonight after feeling like crap all day. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, I—I'm sorry I yelled at you."

Tom softly laughs against the door. "Anything for you, Darling. Would you like me to make some tea in the mean time?"

"Yes, please," you whisper again.

———

"Did you just eat some of the biscuit dough?" Tom asks you with a smile on his face. His back was turned for three seconds, and it gave you time to stick your finger in the bowl and eat a chunk of the sweet treat.

"No . . . okay, maybe," you giggle, taking your finger and wiping the doughy remains onto a napkin. Tom places the biscuit pans on the counter, the reason why he turned his back around, and charges at you with a big smile on his face. "I couldn't help it!"

"Come back here!" Tom laughs, chasing you around the small kitchen. He eventually corners you against wall, but uses this advantage to grab your waist and smother your face in kisses. "I can't believe I caught you eating the biscuit dough again. This is the third time I've seen you do it when making biscuits, and we have only made biscuits together three times."

"I don't understand how you aren't tempted to eat the biscuit dough, it is literally the best thing ever. Try some!" Before Tom even knows it, you stick a random spoon into the dough and move it into his mouth to eat. He is a little reluctant at first, but then he is taking the spoon from your hands and finishing the food off. "See, I told you."

"Bloody hell, where has this been all my life?"

The Disney and Sony tea is an oof :/

I just want Peter to be happy again :(

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