Summary: All you wanted to do was push your “best friend” into the pool…
Word count: 3300+
Warning(s): A little bit of swearing, my amateur writing skills, mistakes (even tho i did try my best to edit this), some fluff???
A/N: i’mfinally posting the Tom Holland imagine that I promised you guys when I hit 400 followers! *nervously chuckles as i look at my 470 followers* this is the first time I’ve written a long Tom Holland imagine so please don’t attack me if this is bad. also, this imagine isn’t gender specific so y’all can go wild with your imaginations! (im also living for the possibility of tom being bi after that japanese sm:h interview) this imagine turned out to be a lot longer than I anticipated.. but I hope you all enjoy it and don’t be afraid to give me (CONSTRUCTIVE) feedback or whatnot ❤️
ALSO: i mention temperature once in this fic and sorry americans but im using degrees celcius so dont freak out on me
The water looked deep and inviting. But you knew you weren’t getting in there before pushing Tom in first.
“Thomas!” you cried. “Hurry up you twat! It shouldn’t take you this long to put on the swimwear equivalent of shorts.”
You stood at the edge of your pool with your hand on your left hip looking back at the house. In the past ten minutes, you’d sat down on the poolside lounger and gotten up to walk to the pool about five times. Today was particularly hot and as you had yet to enter the pool, you knew your face was sporting the shade of a ripe tomato.
“They’re called board shorts, darling,” Tom replied teasingly from the bathroom window. “And I’ll be down in a minute. I just need to… fix something.”
“I was just trying to prove a point! And what are you trying to fix? Your sad lack of lips?”
“Fuck you, (Y/N), I heard that!” You snorted.
Seeing as Tom had previously said he’d be down in a minute a minute ago you decided that you would be better off laying on the lounger as you waited. The summer sun was relentless and even under the patio umbrella, you had to squint wherever you looked as the sunlight bounced off every surface it could reach. You picked up your sunglasses from the small poolside table and put them on, relieving your eyes, and relaxed into your seat, enjoying the feel of the cool breeze against your skin and the sound of swaying trees in the distance.
The idea of taking a nap was extremely inviting and you let your eyes close and your mind doze off as you happily imagined the look on Tom’s face when you were going to push him into the pool later that day.