#dancing tom

Drabbles For My Valentine “What’s wrong with my outfit?” + “I’m begging you to stop, please” + “Let’s stop before this gets out of hand” + “Where are your clothes” + Silver Linings Playbook + Tom Holland

A/N: I combined two asked for this, adding #25 as well, hope you enjoy!! Plus the gif was too good to not add to a dancing tom drabble :)

You tapped your foot impatiently, waiting in Tom’s garage to show up. Where the fuck is he? He should’ve been here by now, you thought, now regretting even making this dancing deal with him.

He sauntered into his garage, plastic bag over his hoodie, causing you to stare at the awkward outfit.

Seeing your judging eyes, Tom spoke up, “What’s wrong with my outfit?”

“Oh nothing, besides the fact you have a fucking garbage bag on.”

He shrugged, “It’s for the sweat, ya know. But really you shouldn’t be the one judging. Where even are your clothes?”

“What?” you asked confused, gesturing to your sports bra, and shorts, which now you were realizing were a bit short and revealing, “So a girl can’t wear some shorts now?”

“Um. No, I uh, let’s just get started on this dance.”

And oh boy was it a disaster. He was trying to make this move where you jumped up, and he caught you and spun you around the room.

“Shit Tom!” you yelled out, falling to the ground on yet another attempt at the difficult move. “Let’s stop before this gets out of hand.”

“Wait, you’re backing out of the deal, the competition is in 2 weeks?!” Tom asked, freaking out, his brown eyes widening.

“No no, shit brain, I’m just saying let’s change this move okay, how about we had more sway and suave instead of hard as crazy shit?”

You got up, and played the soundtrack he had prepped for the day, and started to sway your hips, really moving along with the beat, “Like this, Tom”

Further into the song, you started to exaggerate your moves, now bending over, and sticking out your chest, and sliding your hands up your legs, feeling the music even more.

“Um, wow Y/N” Tom said flustered, “How about some jumping?”

“Sure thing” now you started to hop around, throwing your arms around everywhere, and kicking your legs up crazily.

When the song ended, you stopped huffing out, but pleased when you saw Tom’s blushing red face. “I think I did good, right?”