bring that fire, babe (tom holland imagine/oneshot)

a/n: based on “kiss me”by olly murs.

I got this idea when Tom was asked to sing electricity in that one interview with Peter Travers (?) and he got all shy and flustered. I know he doesn’t sing in public anymore (unless bribed with popcorn ;)) but I liked imagining him liking someone so much he would force himself to get over that fear and sing anyways.

ALL FLUFF.

enjoy

xx NK

p.s. thank you for all the support on my other imagines. More of my stories are on my wattpad account: norcula. Masterlist also in my bio. 

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The cold wind of New York City bit into my skin as I clutched my coat closer to my body. Even with Harrison walking beside me and the rest of the Hoco gang swarming around me, I was chilled to the bone.

“Alright?”

I think I nodded when Haz asked. But I’m not too sure.

Tom turned back to look at the two of us. His eyes glazed over me for a moment before he looked to Harrison for confirmation of something. Confused, I watched his jaw clench and he turned back once again.

What’s his problem?

The gang filed in through a door one after the other as I watched Zendaya holler. Tom looked positively horrified, which was both entertaining and concerning. Haz held the door open for me and I followed behind them-only to realise why Tom had reacted the way he had.

It was a karaoke bar.

“Nope! Nope! I’m leaving! Goodbye!”

I bolted back towards the door but Haz got a hold of me. With the biggest shit eating grin, his hands moved from my shoulders to my arms as he quite literally revolved me around to face the stage.

Tom and I exchanged a look of mutual horror.

It was one of the things we had bonded over when we first met. Granted, I had barely known the guy. But he had opened up to me almost immediately. That coupled with the fact we were friends with the same people, more or less living on the set of the same movie, was it really surprise I liked him more immensely than I should have?

Zendaya’s enthusiasm broke me out of my almost panic attack. I noticed Haz’s hands were still on me and when he realised it too, he moved them away quickly.

“Who’s first?”

She had a microphone in her hand that Jacob quickly grabbed. The rest of the gang broke out into applause as we took a seat at the table closest to the stage. He bowed several times and performed a great version of “Uptown Funk”. Returning to the table, he was greeted with high-fives and “YASS bro”.

I swallowed hard.

Zendaya was next. She did what she did best-worked what little crowd there was with “Yoncé”, dishing out moves akin to Queen B herself. Everyone in that dark, dingy hole in the ground honoured her with a standing ovation worthy of the Oscars ceremony.

As one by one took a turn, sometimes offering me or Tom to take a turn first, my anxiety just got worse and worse. I turned to Tom, who looked much the same.

In the dim lighting of the bar, his hair was so many shades of dark and light, it was hard to pinpoint on any exact one. He ran a hand through it, making me question what shampoo he used because it looked so soft. His eyes raked up and down the floor as he fidgeted with his fingers. I was surprised to see myself doing almost the same thing.

When his eyes turned to me, I froze though.

Unaware of what I should do, I quickly turned away to Harrison. He was on his feet, flashing me his signature smirk. He passed me to quickly whisper something into Tom’s ear. His eyes widened. But otherwise, he didn’t react.

He looked to me once from across the table and then looked back to the stage.

What the hell is going on?

“Hello people of New York City!”

Harrison said loudly, sounding like a baseball commentator. His voice actually boomed so loud, static floated through the air nearly deafening us all.

“Sorry about that.”

He almost whispered. I laughed a little, rubbing my hands on my trousers. My foot tapped to its own accord as he leaned in a little closer to speak once more.

“Unfortunately, you shan’t be blessed with my vocals right now.”

The gang and I exchanged looks of confusion. It seemed like no one knew what the actual hell was going on.

“Instead, give it up for my best mate, Thong-ass!”

I heard myself laughing at the nickname he’d given his friend after a little incident where Tom had to be scanned for the Spider-man suit wearing just a thong, revealing most of his ass.

But I could also see Haz almost literally pull Tom from his seat at the table. Jacob helped push him forward too until he found himself standing on stage.

He stood still, looking completely scared out of his mind.

I could see his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed.

He closed his eyes and exhaled, looking like he had to do this or die trying.

Tom gripped the microphone in his hand as the opening notes began to play.

And I recognised them instantly.

“He’s…..”

I looked to my left to see Haz smirking. Dumbfounded by what was happening, Tom opened his mouth. And the room filled with a clear, accented voice singing the lyrics to one of my favourite songs of all time- “kiss me” by Olly Murs.

I was transfixed by the way he seemed to be just singing to me-making eye contact, reaching his hand out as if to touch me. I watched in awe as he not only hit every note but carried himself so well on stage it no longer surprised me that he once led a musical on the West End. He moved around effortlessly, emphasizing just where he had to and hitting that sweet high note near the end like a pro.

The song ended and I felt myself getting to my feet and clapping like a seal trapped in the body of a mad woman. At least, that’s what Haz told me later that night.

Tom looked shyly at his feet and then joined us back again. I felt myself floating towards him. But instead of offering my heartiest congratulations, I stood by and stared.

I stared because I was so wildly attracted to him.

I mean, who wouldn’t be?

He was smart and charismatic. He danced and acted and apparently sang like an angel. He was the perfect combination of humble and a narcissistic twat. That and he looked like a leading man out of a Jane Austen novel.

Even surrounded by our friends and their attention, his eyes found mine. He sidestepped to stand right in front of me-so close that I could feel his breath in my hairline. I could smell his cologne in the air between us. I could feel my heart beat like a freight train getting ready to run itself off track.

“You were great. That was a great song choice…..and uh, you were just….you were amazing.”

I managed to stutter out. Embarrassed by how tongue-tied I was, I looked up to see him licking his lips. Gone was the stuttering mess of a man who was just talking to our friends a minute ago. Now, there was this confident looking man with darkening eyes, wearing just a hint of shyness and apprehension.

“Glad you thought so. It was all for you.”

My heart quite literally stopped. Despite my instincts to fall back or run away, I looked up at him. And found not one trace of insincerity in his eyes. His fingers laced with mine as he closed the distance between us.

“If you haven’t noticed, I’ve been flirting with you-have been all year.”

I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck to lower his face to my level.

“And you’ve been shit at it.”

I teased.

“Really?”

He asked. I nodded. He smirked and pulled me so close our bodies were pressed together. Then he kissed me so hard, I thought we were both going to be knocked down. Our lips moved together until the clearing of voices and not-so-subtle sneezing and other noises caused us to separate.

Tom smiled at our friends and turned back to me to say.

“How about now?”

“S’okay. It’ll get better with practice though.”

“Yeah? You offering?”

He asked, smirking like no tomorrow. But I could see the glimmer of hope and excitement in his eyes too.

“Yeah-I am.”

Moving In

Magnus sat on the ground, leaning forward over his spell book and potions that were spread across the floor. He stirred the potion he was currently creating, gently adding the correct amount of ingredients to it.


A light knock at the door drew his attention away from his work, eyes glancing to his watch to see it was around eight in the evening.


He sighed before standing up, opening the door moments later. Alec came walking in without saying hello, a large cardboard box in his arms which he dumped inside the apartment.


“What is this?” Magnus asked as Alec turned around and walked over to him, placing a soft kiss on his lips.


“Me moving in,” he casually said with a smile before moving back into the corridor to pick up another box.


“Since when did I agree to this?” Magnus asked yet followed after his boyfriend to grab one of the bags full of Alec’s clothes.
“I practically live here anyway and I’m getting tired of having to wear your clothes every time I forget to bring a change with me,” he replied, grabbing the last two bags before shutting the door with his heal.


“Should I be insulted you don’t want to wear my clothes?” Magnus asked, dropping the bag down to the ground. He was pretty sure the black jeans Alec was wearing were in fact his that Alec had stolen this morning as they were a bit too snug around his hips, not that Magnus was complaining.


Alec dropped the bags next to the rest of his stuff that now stood in the hallway of Magnus’ loft before turning around to face his boyfriend with a slightly shy smile.


“I-I mean, this is ok with you, right?” Alec asked, suddenly feeling like he had stepped over the line. “I-I realise now that I really should have asked you before I just decided to move in, it is your apar-” Alec began to ramble on nervously before Magnus suddenly stepped forward, both hands on Alec’s cheeks as he placed a long and passionate kiss on Alec’s lips. He pulled away, smirking at Alec who looked surprised but relieved with Magnus’ reaction.


“I guess that’s a yes then,” Alec said and Magnus smiled happily at him, hands going to rest on Alec’s chest.


“Of course it is, we can finally start acting like the normal domestic, cohabiting couple we already clearly are,” Magnus said and Alec chuckled, wrapping his arms around Magnus’ waist and pulling him close to him.


“I sadly didn’t get a house warming gift for you but I’m sure I can think of something else you might want,” Alec said before kissing Magnus on the neck. He chuckled in response, leaning into Alec and pressing up against him.


“You are honestly the horniest person I know, surprisingly you’re even worst than me,” Magnus said before Alec pulled away and locked eyes with him.


“You love it really,” he replied before grabbing Magnus and picking him up, Magnus’ legs wrapping around Alec’s waist so Alec could carry him to Magnus’, now officially their, bedroom.

Not looking hard enough

I have a coat I never want to throw away

Afraid I will lose that memory

The innocent winner sent me

I am the catch

The losers forgot to mention.

Fluttering and dancing in the sky,
Let our love reach you

Tsukiuta [Procellarum] x Servamp

Since I cant finish more of these today, I guess I’m doing it everyday then~ Huuueee~  I’m sorry I just couldn’t help myself. All of a sudden I’m hyped lololol. I wanted to try doing like an animation video from their song but omg have you seen the effects and dance? Like no way jose am I gonna pull that off— Let’s just stick with certain frames. Pffff- So anyways, here we go! 

BANG

instagram

some pastel UV-reactive skulls in progress!

I burn slower

I still lay at night

These times
I just distract myself

The tangible
became bad for my health

So I just think of something else
instead.

youtube

so i filmed a music video with @consonant and @deadcryptid for my song Long Live The Queen, inspired by carrie. it got a bit wild