Tom Holland Imagines

The Best of Both Worlds//T.H.

Little sunrays were starting to creep from behind the curtains and birds were chirping happily. Tom felt a cold breeze which made him groan and cuddle further into the sheets, 'till he was as warm as he looked to be.

There was an uncomfortable feeling nagging at him, which was what woke him up. Tom immediately rubbed his temple with his hand. His head was throbbing and he felt a strange sting right below his eye. If he didn't know better, he would've thought he had gotten in a fight.

As he incorporated more into the world, Tom started noticing things were different. His bedsheets weren't his and the room, in general, wasn't his. If he was completely honest, he didn't even remember waking up the previous night.

He got up from the bed and started looking around the room. He furrowed his eyebrows when he noticed he was in Peter's room from Homecoming, the one where he had filmed the scene with Jacob just a couple of years back.

Confusion struck him, even more, when he opened the closet to find, again, Peter's clothes, ones he had worn before.

He got changed from the pyjamas he was wearing, which weren't his either. Tom found it difficult to see without the contacts he'd usually wear, so he stumbled around a bit before opening a door, which led to a small bathroom. Tom looked around, opening and closing cabinets until he found some contacts, he had no luck however and only found a pair of glasses. He put them on and found that the graduation from his glasses was exactly the one he needed to see perfectly.

Tom inspected himself in the mirror, he looked exactly the same; with a few pimples here and there and a big purple bruise under his eye, but still the exact same. He walked back into the cramped room and reached for a phone that was placed on the nightstand, it was cheaper than the one he had. Tom unlocked it; he had a picture with you as a background. A picture he never remembered taking or seeing either.

He tucked the phone into the back pocket of his jeans and hesitantly walked out of the room. Tom was met by a mop of (Y/H/C) peeking from behind the couch. Tom looked around the small apartment, still confused. He closed the door to the bedroom, attracting the attention of the person sitting on the couch.

You stood up quickly and went to hug Tom, "Peter! You had me worried sick, you wouldn't return my calls."

He looked down at you and sceptically wrapped his arms around you; were they taking the piss on him?

"(Y-"he started, before getting interrupted by another voice, "Gwen, hey!"

Tom saw Marissa walk up to the two of them, but she wasn't dressed, as usual, instead, she was dressed in her Aunt May outfit. He let go of you as he took a second to assimilate all that had happened, it obviously had to be a joke.

"Pete? Is everything alright? You are really pale." He looked back at you and furrowed his eyebrows once again. Your hair was even shorter than normal and you had a few piercings scattered around your face, something characteristic of the character you played, Gwen Stacy.

"Peter, my God! What happened to you?" Marissa, or... May asked him with concern as she graced her fingers over the bruise. He didn't know what to respond; he supposed that at that point in time May didn't know yet.

"Oh! That! We went skateboarding yesterday, Pete accidentally hit himself on a pole, anyways, May it was amazing to see you but I'm afraid we'll be late for school."

You grabbed Tom's hand and dragged him out of the apartment after he grabbed Peter's backpack. Tom was incredibly scared, he had no idea how he had gotten there and all he wanted to do was go back to the real world, back to you.

He hadn't noticed the minty green umbrella you were carrying around until you had to open it so you wouldn't get soaked in the pouring rain, Tom smiled down at you. He had seen you or Gwen, or whoever just the day before after spending almost a month apart and Tom missed you more than anything.

"You know Rocky, each day that passes; I'm starting to get convinced that you want May to find out, you are not even careful anymore!" Even though you were scolding him, he still couldn't help but smile wider at your nickname, he did remember you using it during filming a few times; he didn't know where it originated from though.

"I am careful! I'm just stupid, it's different." He casually slipped in one of his lines he had said in a previous movie. Tom really didn't know what to do so just trying to act like Peter was probably a lot better than panicking, besides, he did know his character from the inside out, so that could be easy.

You were kicking a pebble, the black boots you wore caught his attention, and he knew that those boots were your favourite pair of shoes to wear when you played Gwen. You shyly reached to grab his hand and lock your fingers together, which caught him off guard at first, but then he remembered you were his love interest for the movies. Sadly, it was only on screen.

Tom felt like the two of you had been walking for ages before you spoke up again, "We can crawl up walls and just swing through the city, I don't get why we just bother walking every damn morning to school. It's shitty."

"Is it that bad being around me?" Tom asked with a smirk, you laughed.

"I'm just saying, it's shitty to walk when we could arrive there in a heartbeat."

Tom tucked the flannel shirt he was wearing under his blue Midtown sweater as he followed you into the crowded subway; you had closed the umbrella and shaken it softly, causing a few droplets to fall in Tom's face.

"Ugh, Gwen!" He complained with a pout, which made you giggle; you leaned in and pecked his lips, leaving Tom's eyes wide open. Sure, he had kissed you before but only acting and this time, the love he felt for you, you felt for him, or Gwen did at least.

"Sorry babe. Any messages from Happy?" You asked curiously as you looked over his shoulder to notice that he couldn't even unlock the phone because he didn't know the password.

You furrowed your eyebrows, Peter had been acting differently all morning. The fact that he couldn't even remember the password just raised suspicions that there was something off.

After a million years, you two finally walked up the steps of the school, you swore you could hear him let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Here we are, Midtown High."

A/N: Yes, I just named this after a Hannah Montana song, whoops, (might change later). This could be turned into a series if you guys end up liking it! I don't know where the idea came from but I thought it'd be fun to write.