IMAGINE !

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A rather interesting night out with the Far From Home cast had started with a visit to the arcade. It was particularly nice getting some time off from filming to spend it legitimately laughing.

Blue neon lights illuminated your skin, all eyes fixed on the bowling ball rolling down the lane and directly towards the middle of the pins. Just the small tap was enough to get a strike for Tom.

He immediately started screaming at the top of his lungs, spinning around and stopping right in front of you. A wide grin was on his face, your brain suddenly remembering the bet you had placed before you started the game. You both had negotiated that if he were to get a strike during the three games, you'd go on a date with him. You would have gone on a date with him either way, though.

❝I believe you owe me a date, y/n,❞ he stated, rather proudly. You let out a small laugh, playfully shoving him away.

❝y'know, I still would've gone on a date with you without a bet,❞ Tom grinned before slinging an arm around your shoulder, looking at the screen and unfortunately seeing that he had the lowest score.

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author's note

my writing has been so sloppy lately ohhh my gosh but yk everything is last minute oof

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