sailingintothenight

[sailingintothenight]

“To you, with love.”

SUMMARY: You and Tom do the interview with puppies, and at the end of it, a truth is revealed.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle.”

“Get in there, guys.”

“Hello beautiful.”

“You can go to sleep and come to live with (Y/N) and I to our apartment. Darling, there is no other option but to get married and adopt these puppies.” Tom teases you, winking at you as he plays with the puppies in front of him. 

You look away after a while of looking at him, but every minute, every second your heart is ahead of you and makes you think and wonder what is that exciting feeling that you have every time you look into his eyes full of love.

The stage is set for you two as you sit in front of the cameras, in a pink background.

“Hello everyone, my name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I play Avery in Spiderman: no way home and Anna in the film adaptation of the book Anna and the French kiss.”

"I love those." Tom says and shoots you a flirtatious look, making you laugh as he points in your direction before saying the next words, full of pride. “Hi, I'm Tom Holland, I’m her boyfriend and we are going to get married to adopt these puppies."

"Stop it." You say shyly, holding back a smile, although if you and Tom Holland could choose your favorite place in the world, to live in an eternity, it would be next to each other, no matter where you two were, but, as best friends, as everyone in the world knows you two for.

“I play Peter Parker and Étienne St. Clair and we're here with Buzzfeed Celeb to play with these puppies while answering questions, so let’s get started and please bring the puppies!"

What is the best part of playing Avery and Peter?

“Well… For me one of the best parts was to work with…” You leave the answer half-hearted as Tom raises his eyebrows playing with the puppies, sweetly waiting for you to say his name and not that of another great actor or actress with whom you had the opportunity to share screen during that time. "Tom Holland of course.”

"Yes!" Tom sings victory when he hears his name, and he smiles beautifully, because Tom has the most beautiful smile you have ever seen, with those autumn-colored eyes and semi-long hair that make him look like an angel or a dream that you would never want to wake up from, and in that moment, you wonder how he is still a silent and unattainable love even when you had him by your side, so close, yet, so unreachable. "She loves me very much."

"I could say other great names, but... well." You feign seriousness as he shoots you a doubtful look, making you laugh when he looks hurt for a second as you hold a puppy. “The best thing about playing Avery is that we see how her personality evolves throughout these three movies, her starting out as someone closed and tough to someone you can trust with your life because you know she will protect you, because she learned to trust in those who showed her sincerity, like Peter.”

"Yeah, you're right, I mean... for me the best thing was seeing these two characters grow." Tom says, following the thread of the conversation. “I loved the fight sequences that we had that we got to do ourselves. We both trained hard to be able to play the characters that we dream of at some point in our lives so that's great. And I think what makes it so special is that there was real chemistry between us, which is why you can see Peter and Avery so close in the movie. The same with Anna and Étienne."

Is it true that on the poster for Spider-man: No Way Home, isn't that Tom Holland?

"I'm not." Tom laughs.

"It's definitely not, that's not his body."

"Aw, look at her how she knows my body so well." Tom wags his eyebrows at the camera, earning a smack on the arm from you making him laugh. “But no, it's not really me. Also, when have you seen me do that pose on camera? It's strange!"

"Now I'm curious to know who is the person behind that pose. Right, baby?" You say to the puppy in your arms.

“Right, darling.” Tom answer.

Wasn't it strange to have kissed several times in the movies considering that they are best friends?

You and Tom look at each other for a moment, your cheeks turning pink from the question you both silently asked yourselves.

“We try to be as professional as possible.” Tom says, scratching the belly of another puppy. “I think the kisses we gave each other came out naturally because of the love we have for each other. It wasn't uncomfortable at all."

In a certain part it was true. You've known each other since you were kids, but your feelings for him got in the way every time you had to do a romantic scene, yet you were as professional as possible.

If you could be in any other series or movie, what would it be?

“I would like to participate in temptation. (Y/N) is doing super well there and it's a great story. I would like to be a part or at least do a cameo.”

"I can make some calls." You laugh, though you're also serious if it means having him around for months again.

If you weren't a movie star, what profession would you have chosen?

"Tom would definitely have been a carpenter." You joke.

"I think so." He laughs. “I'm not good at math but I'm good at putting things together. I think (Y/N) would have been a doctor or a vet, she loves animals. That's why she doesn't eat meat, although she doesn't know what she's missing."

Could it be possible that there is a relationship between you not told to the public?

You and Tom laugh awkwardly.

“We've been friends pretty much since we were born,” says Tom. “Our moms have been best friends since college and when they both got pregnant the same year it was like: our kids have to be best friends too. But with us it happened naturally, we grew up together, we like the same things and we are united. (Y/N) knows that I love her with all my heart.”

With a puppy in his arms, Tom lies in your lap and gives the camera a sweet smile.

Do you know that fans ship you two together?

“I've seen a lot of that online." You reply. “We have seen a lot of fan art about us, we have seen requests for us to participate together in different book-to-film adaptations because they say we would do a great job together. I think it's lucky that the fans like us so much.”

Have you practiced kissing scenes in private or is it something that comes naturally?

Tom chuckles.

“I will leave that question to the public imagination. Since we even won an MTV award for best kiss, 2 times, I'll leave the fans curious."

As the interview flows, you innocently play and flirt a little from time to time, just to soothe that pain of not being able to be together, although neither of you knows exactly why.

Sometimes, life happens in a second, and for Tom Holland and you, falling in love, too.

And even if you don't know it, Tom hates that you're his best friend in the world, because under the starry nights when you can't sleep and you sneak into each other's room to talk, wherever you two are, or just to exist in each other's company. You look like an angel, his angel, his darling as he usually calls you with the appropriate tone of best friend, because no one can know about his love for you. Except everyone knows, that's for sure, except you, but that's fine as long as you don't discover the secret that lies deep in his heart where his love for you will last forever. Tom is selfish, he knows it, because he went out with some girls to try to erase all traces of you, because he knows that one day soon you will fall in love with someone other than him, and even though that hurts his soul.

Tom secretly hates his love for you, but the secret of his hate is for your beauty, for the way you see the world through your eyes, as beautiful and deep as the uncharted ocean itself, for your free heart when you do things so that everyone is happy, for your tender smile that you give to everyone equally without thinking about their weak and fragile heart, and for that blessed dimple that forms on your left cheek when you smile and your eyes do too.

As you two both reach the limo that will take them back to your hotel, you both smile at each other now that the adrenaline has passed and only calm remains in the solitude of the car.

"I think we did great, didn't we, darling?"

"I think so." You say with a certain sadness, because sometimes, you do want to be his darling, but you know that everything had a limit, but you know too that one day you would cross the line that divided friendship from love, and that day, with the force with which you lied saying that there was nothing between you, you decide to tell the truth. "Oh, by the way, I'm going to adopt one of the puppies so we can get married and live happily ever after."

Tom looks at you in astonishment, but his stupor only lasts a few seconds, because for he, brave this time and armed only with the truth of the love he felt for you for half his life, leans down to kiss you softly on the lips before talk.

"I can not wait."

#tom holland imagine #tom holland #tom holland x reader

[sailingintothenight]

Hiii! I just wanted to say that request are open in case you want me to write something. Thank you♥️

#tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfic #peter parker imagine

[sailingintothenight]

Hi I love your A poem called you story.

And I was wondering 🤔 if I'm a bad person for expecting zendaya to react badly after finding out reader and Tom are together? Like talking trash about them behind their backs, playing the victim....

I'm not into angst but I'm all the time reading fics where reader is the heartbroken one because of Tom and Z. So I was expecting that for once is someone else the heartbroken one instead of reader.

Thanks 😊 ❤️❤️❤️

Hello love, first Thank you for enjoying the story. I guess anything can happen in fiction, although imagining Zendaya as the bad person didn't cross my mind. Of course you are not a bad person for thinking so. Yes, I agree that the reader always ends up heartbroken over the relationship between Tom and Zendaya, (and although of course I'm happy for them in real life) I have to admit that I like to write that the reader is happy too. Thanks for your comment, I really appreciate it ♥️

A poem called you

#tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x actress!reader

[sailingintothenight]

“A poem called you.”

Summary: With the effort of her still short life, (y/n) has become a bright star in a sky full of them. Now, your biggest dream came true and you’re part of the movie “Spider-man: far from home” as the love interest of the cute and shy Peter Parker, played by the charming and handsome Tom Holland, the person your friend has been in love with. But when new feelings are born between you and him and, they demand to be heard, love plays hide and seek in the maze of your hearts, threatening to break the three of them.

Pairing: actor!tom holland x actress!reader.

Warnings: angts, but a lot of fluff.

A poem called you materlist:

Teaser

Prologue

A/N: Hello everyone. A year or so ago I started this story but because of my laptop crashing, I lost the chapters I had written. But after so long, I had the inspiration to write it again. I'll be tagging people who once commented on the prologue, but if you don't want it, feel free to tell me. I think I wrote a good first chapter hehehe It’s long so I hope you like it. (The Instagram image is just a random image, I usually don't write what the reader should look like)

CHAPTER 01

JUNE, 2018 (6 MONTHS AGO)

Tomholland2013: Welcome to the Marvel family, (Y/N)! Hope we can meet soon ;)

The first time Tom sees you is the day before the first day of filming Spider-man: far from home, at a quiet party inside the huge set where the point was for the production and the actors to fraternize to create a good bond, and although the moment Tom sees you, he can't put a label on what he feels or call it by name, Tom suspects what it is, and though it would be a lie to say he hasn't felt it before, the feeling tickles his chest, it's adrenaline, like an anxiety that suddenly eats away at his soul when you look into his warm eyes and flushed cheeks the moment your eyes meet in the distance. Love, in a heart on fire believes it is forever young, and because he was aware that that first look he met with you, in a patio full of people chatting and laughing, is forbidden, it feels like it, as if an alarm were triggered in a aimlessly war every time he looks away from his group of friends, on purpose, in your direction, waiting for you to look back before turning away because after all, Tom is shy too.

Tom, who doesn't know you and whom you don't know yet, will love you as much as you will love him, in a future not too far from the present while, in the now, Tom silently watches you and how beautiful you look, in a simple wine red strappy dress and black boots, and a childish smile spreads across his beautiful face and his sparkling eyes smile too at the thought of you while you, who, dressed between the elegant, sexy and casual, shine like a diamond among a lot of sapphires.

You, from across the yard, among the trailers and various picnic tables where you take seat, food carts, and hanging lights that shine on this starry night, are not able to see that, although you are the main character of this story that is not a fairy tale, nor you a princess, this story is not about you exclusively, but about both of you who became a whole without realizing it: Tom Holland, who would become the hero of your life, who he would save from the storms of doubts and fears that you would have without his Spider-man costume, in whom you would find your prince in armor, from whom you would fall deeply, at the wrong time, and in the wrong life. You, who has a personality that people love, were more than determined not to be intimidated by the handsome Tom Holland, the golden boy of London, the boy with the autumn eyes, tempting appearance and attractive personality, who was more handsome than he seemed to be in photos, the young man for whom the girls sighed, the one who carried on his shoulders the great weight of great world fame, the same one whose comment obtained millions of likes and thousands of comments.

“Do you mind if I join you?”

You look up from your phone, hearing the English accent coming from a handsome young man who is smiling cutely at you, because everything about him seemed cute.

"Of course." You invite him to sit down, stepping aside.

"I'm Tom." He extends his hand to you and you take it.

"I know." You say smiling slightly, just to hide the feeling that tickles your chest through the warmth of his hand, which, somehow, has made you take a second to remember that feeling when it is empty again in the moment his hand leaves you after a few long seconds. “I'm (Y/N). Nice to meet you.”

Tom smiles, and his eyes crinkle up adorably.

His gaze is deep and charming, and suddenly you are threatening to lose yourself in him, with his fluffy brown hair like a cloud on a hot spring day, or his eyes like the color of autumn that are as sweet as honey in the way he sees the world and you through them, resplendent, with the glow of a diamond every time he smiles with them while speaking through a warm smile and an almost childlike voice. You knew very well that Tom Holland is sweet and attractive at first glance, his face seems carved by God himself, but he is still a warning, and because of that, your hand instinctively touches the choker around your neck.

"Your choker is beautiful."

"Thank you." You answer with sincerity, while the memory of a past story knocks to enter your present. “The necklace belonged to my mom when she was a teenager… when she gave it to me she told me that when I think I've lost everything, to remember that life would always give me a chance to start over. When I lost her I felt like acting was my starting over, you know? I felt that I had nothing on my hands but I could build something with effort and dedication, and 10 years later, I belong to the Marvel family and will star in a movie with the acclaimed Tom Holland.”

Tom grins and laughs, and while he's proud of all of his accomplishments, the reminder of them is a sign of shyness too.

“You are not far behind: you won an Emmy for your performance in Euphoria, where you were incredible if I may say so. You've worked with the greatest actors. And on top of that you sing and… you charm people.”

The corner of your lip twists slightly in a shy smile at that comment, but in his brave look that Tom doesn't avert, there is the hidden truth that he has just confessed openly.

“If I'm not mistaken, I'd say you're flirting with me. Wink."

Tom laughs, and in your ears he has the loveliest laugh you've heard in a long time.

“Was I that obvious?” He is challenging you, you can see it in the way he fearlessly holds your gaze, as if he has everything to win.

“Uh… no, maybe just a little bit though.” You giggle, and that's when your cell phone starts ringing in the palm of your hand.

Ethan.

Your expression changes and the air around you escapes through the window leaving you unable to breathe. You sigh heavily and with difficulty, as if a concrete block had fallen on your chest, because you feel that an old love has trapped you in a room without windows, in a dark night that seems to have no end.

"Are you alright, darling?" Tom asks, in a more gentlemanly tone than unabashedly flirtatious when calling you darling.

"Yes, of course." You lie while, at the same time, gripping the phone tightly. "Can you excuse me? I'm going for some water."

Without letting him respond, you stand up and walk away from the small party, pushing your way through the guests to get the cold air you feel you can't get in there. Still in place, Tom frowns, and his face contorts into an expression of sincere concern, and his heart races as he remembers your face and the way it darkened at the arrival of a call or a message, because whatever that was, it wasn't to your liking and he knows it, but as Tom bites his lip as he thinks what to do, and if it's right to go after you or keep his healthy distance, his phone rings in his pocket.

"Hi, Z." He answers the phone, and his voice is brighter at the thought of his best friend calling. "Will you come to the party?"

"Hi. No, my last scene was extended and I won't be able to get there and that's why I called you. I would like to ask you a favor, Tom.”

Tom frowns.

"Yes, of course, whatever you need."

“Have you seen (Y/N) at the party? She finished before me and said that she would go there.”

“Yeah, actually–” Tom tries to speak, but before he can form a sentence, Zendaya is speaking again, and hastily.

“Today is her grandfather's birthday and she was sad because she couldn't make it. Could you keep her company? My girl is a bit shy around people she doesn't know."

Tom's eyebrows draw together in a sad expression.

"Yeah, no problem, Z. Don't worry."

"You're the best. I have to leave you. Bye!"

Tom hangs up the call and looks back the way you went, wondering to himself if you're okay. His mind thinks deeply about whether it is right to follow you, seek you out, and act like a friend. And although in the end, Tom still harbors some doubts, he chooses to go in search of you. The people around are engaged in their own conversations, and Tom appreciates that as he steps away from the hustle and bustle into the dimly lit, uncrowded part of the gigantic set, wandering around until he finds you near the pool that will take the shape of the waters of Venice.

He stops a few steps from you, smiling to himself as he sees you kneeling near the edge, arms crossed on your flexed knees as you gaze out at the calm, sleeping waters reflecting the moon. For a second that seems like forever, Tom is lost, he can't move and he wonders what he's feeling, because from this angle, you look like an angel with a halo shining in your hair.

“(Y/N)?” His voice makes you straighten and turn to see him as you stand up. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't." You smile at him, moving closer to each other. "Sorry for leaving you like this, I... had to resolve a matter."

“I didn't mean to, but…” Tom is hesitant to say his next words, because he thinks it unwise to mention that Zendaya told him something private about you, though in the end, he decides to do so. "Z told me that today is your grandfather's birthday."

"Oh, that." You try to smile, but the thought of missing his birthday for the first time is painful – considering he was one of the men you loved the most. "It's okay. I thought about going today, but he thought it was better for me to be here.”

It is then that Tom can see it, the sadness in your eyes, as deep as the ocean itself. He is able to see the love you have for that man through the pain he can perceive inside you, the same one that makes him wonder what it would feel like to be loved by a person like you. How intense would your love be?

"Do you want to do something bad?" Tom smiles, but you can see in his good-boy face that he's hiding a mischief. "Do you trust me?"

Looking at you, as if he knew that this was what you needed, makes you wonder why you even considered the option of going to the unknown with a total stranger, because, although you knew his achievements, you didn't know the person behind them, but something in his eyes told you. They say that everything could be alright after all, and that when the storm is over, you can always see the rainbow.

"Yes."

"So, let's go." He holds out his hand to you and waits, reminding you of the scene in Aladdin where he and Jasmine ride the magic carpet.

Tom walks the opposite way he came from, leading you toward the parking lot on the other side of the place, while your hand in his gives him an electric touch, a sensation that makes his heart race like no one ever has done before. The place is empty when you get there, except for the security guard, a cute 55-year-old man named Tony, who is in his cubicle listening to old love songs on the radio that remind him of his wife.

"Hi, Tony. How are you, mate?" Tom leans against the open window, casual. "Same as always, huh?"

"Always." Tony laughs as he stands up to look at you two. “Good night, Miss (Y/L/N).”

“Just (Y/N), Tony.” You smile, and he returns it to you.

“Okay, (Y/N). What can I do for this lovely couple on this beautiful night?”

You and Tom look at each other shyly and giggle.

"We are not a couple." You say, your cheeks turning pink, but as his gaze falls on Tom's hands and yours that are still intertwined, you realize it.

"I'm sorry." You both say at the same time as you let go of the other's hand.

“A beautiful couple, yes, sir.” Tony nods.

Tom coughs to hide his shyness, at the same time that you bite your lips and try to smile.

"Well, we're here to ask you a favor." Tom leans in, as if he is going to tell him a secret. "I need her car keys."

"No, Tom, how do you ask me that?" Tony leans back, surprised. “You know very well that no one can go out at this time anymore unless it is an emergency. The directors made it very clear and I do not want to have problems with anyone, son."

Tom smiles, and in his eyes you can see that he has a plan.

“Listen Tony, I know very well that it is forbidden, but I ask you to understand me. My girl's grandfather has a birthday today and I don't want the night to end without her being able to greet him in person. You have a granddaughter the age of (Y/N), you know how that is.”

"You told me you two weren't a couple." Tony narrows his eyes as he suspects the truth, his white brows furrowing in an expression of doubt and complicity.

"You know we can't go public, mate." Tom winks at him, and your eyes widen as you look at him too, trying not to let your mouth drop open in surprise. “But my little darling and I have been in a relationship for a while, and as the good boyfriend I try to be, I have certain duties to fulfill. You know."

It is then that Tony laughs adorably and looks at you both, contemplating the beauty of a young love like the one he felt in those times with whom would always be, the love of his life.

"Okay, I can't refuse a request like that." The security guard finds the key hanging on a rack and hands it to Tom. “I hope you take good care of little (Y/N).”

"With my life. Thanks Tony." Not knowing what to say and with a wave as a sign of farewell, you accept the way Tom takes your hand again to guide you away, while your mind jumps from thought to thought as you try to understand what just happened. "Where's your car?"

"You just lied to Tony." You say when you are far away.

"I wasn't lying, I was acting, darling." Tom smiles at you.

"Liar." You laugh.

"Well... I got us the keys, didn't I?" Tom looks at you, wondering why he can't stop doing it. “Do you want to go see your grandfather?”

You bite your lip before answering, because the truth is you're dying to.

"Yes."

"Let's go then."

With his hand still on yours, Tom urges you to show him where your car is and you guide him there, and while you seriously consider the trouble this can get you, the price to pay is worth it.

"After you." Tom opens the car door for you, and you can't help but compare him to Ethan.

"Thank you."

As Tom walks around the car, the memory of a young "love" that didn't pay you well pushes back to the forefront of your mind, but just as memories of a past life bring up feelings you don't want to feel, you shake your head as Tom get in the car and starts it, ready to go. The address is already set up in GPS and he drives expertly, waving goodbye to Tony before leaving the set to hit the main road.

During a moment of silence, you steal a glance from him: Tom is handsome, really handsome, his profile is like a statue in Rome, but at this moment, what most attracts your attention is his kindness, his generosity and his tenderness to you. At the same time, Tom gives you a quick glance before looking straight ahead again. Why does his heart race at the thought of you? he doesn't know yet, just as he doesn't know exactly why he's doing this. Although perhaps it is because of his curiosity about you, because he wanted to know more about you, everything about you.

"You may ask why I did this for you."

"Uh... I thought you did it because you wanted to hunt pokemon like me." You chuckle, showing him the phone you're still holding in your hand and the Pokemon GO app. “But the truth is that I am curious.”

“Well…” Tom licks his lip, because suddenly a jolt of anxiety hits his chest. "We are going to shoot a movie for several months, I think this is the kind of thing that friends do, right?"

You think about his words before responding. Friends is a nice word because the truth was that your greatest wish was to become good friends with all the cast and members of the production, because from this day on, more films would come by his side if life allowed it.

"Friends then?" You smile, showing him your little finger.

Tom laughs, lacing his finger with yours.

“Friends, darling.”

The trip to your house is short and serene, as if by his side everything could be serene for the first time in a long time. The air in Los Angeles is cold when you finally get out of the car, standing on the sidewalk waiting for Tom to approach so you can walk together.

"Shit. I'm sorry, darling." You turn to see Tom walking towards you, only to see him taking off the black jacket he was wearing. "I should have offered it to you a while ago."

Tom puts it around your shoulders and helps you put it on.

"You don't have to do this."

"I know." Tom smiles. “I do it because I want to."

Both surround the house that has a nice front garden to walk to the backyard where a party is taking place, lighting your heart on fire with each step you take, because you know that your grandfather will not be able to believe that you are there. When you arrive, the Christmas lights that are hung around your backyard (in the middle of June) shine beautifully on a warm, yet windy night in Los Angeles as your family and friends (mostly elderly) celebrate the birthday of the man you loved madly.

“The life of the party has arrived!” You say out loud when you stop a few steps from the people. "Grandpa!"

"My girl!" Sitting at one of the wooden chairs, your grandfather stands up using his cane for support, walking towards you to melt into a hug, kissing your cheek and forehead non-stop as the meeting returns to its natural state. “My girl, you are here. What are you doing here?"

"I had to see you, grandpa." You look at him with the eyes of a child, because your joy has made you go back in time to the age where your grandfather could lift you up in his arms. "Grandpa, this is Tom."

You introduce Tom to your family and party guests, who have witnessed your growth as a person and as an actress since you were a little girl. He is instantly adored by everyone, especially your older brother's son, who were the biggest fans of Spider-man and the actor behind the mask. And he feels good, the way everyone receives him, with as much love as if he were a member of your family, as if what he did for you was worthy of achieving the world.

“(Y/N), you look lovely tonight.”

His voice freezes you in place, but your heart reacts instinctively, beating fast as you feel time stops, because when you think you're in love, you feel like you become the most special person in the world, and even when you know that at any moment that feeling can be snatched from your hands. Your heart races when you're in love, and tightens when someone betray that love you swore was sincere. But deep down, you already knew, you knew that your love would be destroyed by a lie disguised as truth. He said so many words that seemed to blame you, although maybe, you were to blame for his infidelity too, or so you thought while he didn't stop talking before he was gone forever, or so you thought.

But now, in front of him, everything feels out of control, as if everything is going to explode at any second.

"Can we talk for a minute?" He whispers, trying to get closer to you.

"I don't think so-"

"Please?"

Ethan seemed to be a beautiful but serious person, like a work of art, and it was then that you understood that love, like art, was abstract and unknown, just like him. Ethan was obsessed with making sense of everything, building and destroying your dreams by passing them off as reality, with cold words that he considered realism, but when he spoke to you in that voice that could seem sweet, it was like drinking honey.

You nod, and quietly, because Tom is having an animated conversation with your grandfather and your dad, you make your way to the open door of the kitchen, which is connected to the backyard. It is warm to be in there, although in his presence, everything is cold and frightening and it is as if your home has lost its color and the laughter outside, the sound.

"I thought you weren't coming, Ray said your first day of filming starts tomorrow." As he takes a step, you take another step back, trying to get the granite table between the two of you. “Congratulations on being in the Marvel family. That was always our dream, wasn't it?

Our, because the plans you made always included an “us”.

"Yes. That was always the dream.” You try to smile cordially, although your gaze travels from his face to any object in the kitchen. "You've just arrived? I hadn't seen you when I did."

"Yes, I was busy with work."

“Oh. I see…” You nod casually, trying to remain calm. "Everything is going well, I hope."

"I don't complain." Ethan shrugs, looking as composed as ever, even when he broke up with you. “I hope you are comfortable on set. Does everyone treat you well?

"Yes, everyone is very nice." You say in a whisper. "I think we should go back to the party; Grandpa must be wondering where I am."

“It seems to me that he is entertained with your new friend.”

And there it is, you can hear the way his voice changes and the words that come from between his lips are acid, they are poisonous only as he could be when he wanted to. Now you can see that his sole purpose was always to upset you, to make you feel guilty or inferior, less than a person, so that he would enjoy that feeling of superiority in which he reveled. But why was it hard to let go of everything? Is it that he didn't allow you to, or were you yourself?

"Darling, I was looking for you." His voice startles you as Tom walks into the kitchen, a hand winding around your waist as he reaches for you, pressing you against his body so firmly you feel his watch on his wrist. "Hi, I'm Tom Holland."

Tom holds out his hand, but his jaw is tense when Ethan shakes it.

"Ethan Robinson." Ethan tries to smile friendly, but his blue eyes, the ones that used to look at you with warmth, are as cold as two ice floes. “And you are her…?”

Ethan lets the question hang in the air for a second.

“I'm her boyfriend, mate. Can't you tell?" Tom motions with his head for him to look at where his hand is positioned, holding you firmly against him. "And you are...?"

"Her best friend." Ethan smiles, but the joy doesn't reach his eyes. "Are you two really a couple? I thought my little girl (Y/N) would tell me that she was dating someone.”

He looks at you, waiting for an answer which Tom ends up giving.

“She has me now. Right, darling?"

Tom watches you, and his warm eyes pierce through you as if he could see your soul, the same one that was hurt by an ungrateful something that didn't look like love.

"Yes."

"See?" Tom fakes a smile like the good actor he is, but his autumn-colored eyes aren't that warm when he looks at Ethan. “Well, I think we'd better go now. We just stopped by to say hello to Ray.”

"Ray, huh?" Ethan raises an eyebrow, looking at Tom quizzically. "I see that you are his friend now."

"He himself asked me to call him that." Shrugging casually, Tom looks calm, though something tells you he isn't. "Shall we go, darling?"

You nod, but Ethan snatches away your chance to speak.

“Will you leave me alone with her for a moment, please? We are in the middle of something.”

Tom considers what he should do, but he can get an idea of the kind of history you had with him, as well as the information your grandfather gave him, asking him to save you from a person like him.

"Of course." Tom says, and for a moment, your world feels so unreal as he lets you go, and the world stops as Tom walks up to you and kisses you, so passionately that you forget for a second who he is or who are you. But your body reacts before your mind, and you catch the moment before it's gone, just the way Tom catches your lips in a kiss. With his eyes closed, he breathes in your scent, making him feel so intoxicated, so in need of more from you. One of his hands slides over your cheek, holding you close to his face so he can taste you a little more, like when you opened your mouth a little for him to kiss your bottom lip. And, as his lips move against yours, you brush your hand through his soft, fluffy hair, causing him to smile as he gives you a few more kisses before pulling back a bit. “I'll wait for you in the car, darling. Goodbye, Ethan.”

Tom breaks away and leaves, closing the door behind him to make way for what you hope will be the last goodbye and the final one.

“Do you have anything else to tell me?” You ask politely, even though your calm has been disturbed by his company, and by what Tom has just done.

"Since when are you with him?"

"A few months." You lie, or in Tom's words, you act.

Ethan nods thoughtfully.

"I guess we'll see you around, little one."

You swallow hard, because you really hope not.

"Goodbye, Ethan."

Finally, you leave him behind to walk to the door, where your trembling hand grabs the knob to open it. The air welcomes you when you step outside, and the parting with your family and friends is brief but loving as always. Your thoughts are a whirlwind, crazy and uncontrolled as you walk to the car where Tom is leaning against the passenger door as he checks his phone. Should I do it? You think deeply, your heart beats a thousand times an hour, but never before have you felt so alive. That is why, with your courage ahead even when you are afraid, you walk towards him, to taste the sweet honey on his lips now that he dared to share it with you.

"Tom?"

Tom looks up from his phone, smiling, this time sincerely – at you when he sees you arrive.

You press your lips against his, holding his face with one hand. But the confusion fades in front of his closed eyes as he kisses you back, using his free hand to cup your cheek as he leans to the side, deepening the kiss he wished with all his heart would happen again.

In your mind, there are two thoughts: how well he kisses, and the consequences that this could bring.

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“The beach house.” T.H

What if you discover that the person who hates you is crazy about you? With her love for music, a very successful career, and being the eldest daughter of the actor himself, (Y/N) Downey is a rebellious spirit trying to make her way through the complications that fame brings. Tom Holland is adorable, has a charming personality, and he doesn't know what to do with the weight of fame anymore. So when Robert offers them his beach house, a mix-up forces the two sides to live under the same roof despite the "differences" between Tom, (Y/N) and their friends, because Tom doesn't like the troublemaker that (Y/N) is, and she doesn't like nice boys with a playboy face like him. 9 people, 2 lies, and 3 weeks in the beach house. What can happen?

Hello, everyone. This a one-chapter story, or maybe a two-chapter one, that I will post this week. Hope you all like it. Let me know is you want to be tag. Thank you♥

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“The ABC of life and love.” T.H

Summary: On your escape to what you hope will be a better life, you meet a famous actor who offers you a new and better one.

AN: trigger warning!!! Based on the girl who met Tom on the plane. Just a short imagine. Not my gif!!! I don’t know why the tittle but I think it sounds cute :P

The night is dark and filled with your fears when you wake up after midnight.

As you get out of bed without making a single sound, it squeaks under your weight and forces you to hold your breath. The world is black under your eyes as you see the world through them, but you go on slipping on your converse in silence, still drawing thorns from deep in your heart for every wound the man sleeping next to you has done to you throughout your life. That's why you know it's time to spread your wings and fly against the wind despite the terrors that may exist in the sky, or plummet into the void if what you're about to do doesn't work.

In the next room your 4-year-old baby sleeps peacefully, his light brown hair shines under the starry night through his small window. The backpack under his bed hides the most important things you need, and you carry it on your shoulders as you remove the blanket that covers Noah, taking him in your arms to carry him against your chest and waist before leaving the house.

"Mommy?"

His voice is like a broken and a poorly written lullaby, but you keep going, taking him with you to the car as he holds his favorite captain America figure, repeatedly telling him that everything will be alright in a fervent wish that it is. Your heart is like a hammer as you start the car and drive, pounding and pounding on your chest incessantly, like a drumming that will never stop until you're far, far away where no one can hurt you anymore.

Fear washes over you and fills you with terror, feeling the nausea to rise from deep in your stomach to the corner of your throat. It's nasty and raw the way your world keeps spinning but you keep breathing and keeping your son safe is the only thing replaying in your head, like those old vinyl records your grandfather used to listen to.

When you finally arrive at the airport, it's cold and it soaks into your bones like fear when you see the hundreds of messages coming in from Nathan.

You park the car and take what you need before getting out of it, opening the door where your son is still sleeping despite the noise around him, as if he were able to block out everything like the blows and the screams he suffered in that house that was never yours. Like a ghost that no one sees, you take your backpack and your son in your arms before closing the door and leaving the car behind, placing the wool cap on his small head before entering through the double doors.

"I need a ticket for any plane that's about to leave." You tell the nice lady behind the window.

The young woman sees you strange because they are strange words, but she, smiling gently, although worried, types on her computer until she finds the words that are born on her lips.

“Right now there is a fly for London, England.”

"Perfect." You smile through the nerves.

Your phone keeps vibrating as you do all the paraphernalia before you get on the plane.

The nerves don't subside even when you're in your designated middle seat, Noah next to you in the window one as he plays superheroes with his only toy. The tap of your converse against the ground follows a steady rhythm as you glance at the few passengers on the plane that hasn't taken off yet, but none of them have the face you hope to never see again. Waiting seems like an ordeal, your breath shortening and uneven at the thought of him looking for you two.

"Good night, miss..." A male voice and a thick accent makes you jump in your seat, and when you look up you can see a young man hiding his face behind a black surgical mask and a knit cap the same color as he sits next to you. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's not your fault, I'm a little nervous..." You laugh to yourself, not paying close attention to the fact that the boy next to you is taking off his mask to breathe in the fresh air of the plane.

“Damn, this thing makes my face burn. Shit! Sorry! I mean, sorry again." He apologizes more times than he should when he realizes that there is a little boy who can hear everything and will surely absorb what he heard like a sponge, but you laugh, because Noah had heard worse things without leaving the house and those words he repels them as if they didn't exist.

“It's okay, no prob–” But the words die on your lips as you realize that the young man next to you bears an exact resemblance to the actor, Tom Holland, although a part of your mind tells you that would be impossible, because, the probability of that happening would be one in a million, and life had already proven to you that you were the least fortunate of all. "Problem."

“It was not my intention. Hi champion! My name is Tom.” He greets politely, smiling even more as he watches the baby play with an action figure of a superhero he fought in fiction. "Do you like captain america?"

Noah is shy, a side effect of the damage his father's behavior did to him in the first and only years of his life, so he looks at you with his big brown eyes before he speaks.

"It's ok babe." You say, even though you're dying of curiosity to know.

"He is my favorite superhero." Noah says, and his voice is like sweet honey spilling out of the corner of Tom's heart. "Do you like him?"

"Yeah, I like him, but I'm actually Team Spider-Man." Tom winks at him. “But he's great too. Can I tell you a secret?"

Tom waits a second, and Noah leans over you to listen more carefully.

"I know him." Noah flinches back in surprise, and while that settles your doubts and feeds you the truth and a newfound nervousness, you can't help but smile at the way your little one reacts. "He is my friend. We fight together against the bad guys.”

“Would you fight my dad too–?” Before he can finish the sentence, your hand closes around his rosy lips to shut him up, laughing uncomfortably, hoping Tom is as innocent as he seems on TV to not realize the meaning behind it.

"He sometimes plays with his dad and he plays the villain." You chuckle.

"I see." Tom laughs with you. "Sorry I didn't introduce myself, my name is Tom, Tom Holland."

You swallow before you speak.

"This is Noah, I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N), nice to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine." Tom smiles, just as the captain announces takeoff, ending your conversation.

Life has been capricious to you, selfish to a fault, but it has also been generous, and you can finally breathe as the plane takes flight like a bird in the dark sky of your life, away from your hometown to take you far, far like a flock that travels to find new winds that are better for its family. That is what you want, to find a wind that moves your life in the right direction, like a ship that has wandered aimlessly until it finds better lands. But without money and without a home to land on, you sincerely hope that the hours of flight will be infinite until you come up with a plan, or find a way to protect your baby from the new storms that are to come.

"Excuse me? Do you want something to drink or eat?” The stewardess asks politely, watching with curious eyes as a boy Noah's age is awake late at night.

“Well, I–” How would you say it? There is no way to explain that you have a few dollars in your pocket, that you cannot feed your child properly.

"Please bring us some snacks and a juice for the little one." Tom cuts you off, giving the stewardess a warm smile.

She smiles, nods, and leaves.

“I can pay you–” You try to say by the time you're alone again.

“Please…” Tom smiles up at you, and the corners of his eyes crinkle adorably.

As you look away, with a small smile as cordiality, Tom can admire you better. The first thing he notices is the profile of your angelic face, the line of your eyebrows, your nose, and your lips. The truth is that Tom Holland is naive at times, clumsy at other times, hot and tender in the eyes of all who love him, but Tom is smart too, and he can see the truth in your eyes, because love in a soul old, thinks is forever young. Tom is not stupid, he knows how to admire beauty and intelligence, and you seemed to have both, but you also kept in the depths of your heart a pain as deep as the love that one day you swore to feel for the wrong man, which was nailed in your chest like thorns that you're still trying to remove.

"How old is he?" Tom asks, just as the stewardess places the things on the flag in front of him.

Tom is warm as a spring afternoon, his eyes are the color of autumn, and although he has suffered like a winter night, he has learned to distinguish people, he has learned to see the truth in the eyes of others.

"4." You say, as Noah shows him the same number of fingers.

Tom smiles, and even though he's done a lot of it since you met a few minutes ago, he's happy to do it as he dips the straw into the berry juice and hands it to Noah, then does the same with yours, and finally with his. Laughter lingers on your sealed lips as you watch the two men sip the contents of the boxes, as if nothing is wrong with the world, as if they are lifelong comrades.

“Do you have anywhere to go?”

You almost spill the juice when you lean forward, watching the serious way he looks at you. As you look back at him, you notice that strands of his semi-long hair are escaping from his beanie, framing his face like an angel that God himself carved.

"What are you talking about?"

"I can see the mark on your wrist." He whispers, so Noah doesn't hear or pay attention to the bruise on your left wrist that shows through from your sweater. "Hey, it's fine."

"This is crazy." You laugh and look at him, because it makes you laugh that you have run into a celebrity who asks about your well-being on board a plane that you use as an escape. Why do you threaten to lose yourself in his gaze, with his brown hair fluffy as a cloud on a hot spring day, or his fall-colored eyes that are as sweet as honey in the way he sees the world, the world and it seems that he sees you too through them, resplendent, with the brilliance of a diamond every time he smiles with them while speaking through a warm, almost childlike voice? Tom Holland is sweet and attractive at first glance, his face seems carved from God himself, but he is still a warning.

"I think so." Tom laughs.

When reality hits you hard, he forces you to close your eyes for a moment as you struggle to keep the tears where they belong, inside.

"We have nowhere to go."

Tom nods and wonders what he's doing.

"Now you have a place to stay, darling."

Maybe Tom Holland knew it the moment you first locked eyes: Tom didn't know you and you didn't know him yet, but he would love you as much as you would love him, in the not-too-distant future while, in the now, Tom watches you in silence being by your side, always by your side to protect you as he will in the future, and a childish smile spreads across his beautiful face and his bright eyes also smile at the thought of you while you, who, dressed in casual with a simple sweater on top, shine like a diamond among a lot of sapphires.

By the time the plane lands, the sky is as clear as it can get in London, England, and Tom instructs you to meet him at the far end of the airport where a car will pick you up. So, with your backpack on your shoulders and your little one in your arms, breathing the London air is as hard as you hope that one of the most famous celebrities will not let you down. Your heart pounds like a hammer again, but you wait uneasily as Noah sleeps in your arms and you shield his dreams.

Finally, in what seems like an eternity, a huge black car pulls up in front of you and the door opens, revealing the face of the young man about your age who came to save you without his superhero suit. With nowhere to go but up ahead, and armed with nothing but your love for your son, you get in the car and close the door, settling Noah on your lap to sleep all the way to his new home.

"Let's go home, Patrick." Tom tells the driver, and without asking any questions, he starts the car and it drives away from the airport in seconds.

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[sailingintothenight]

“To you, with love.”

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What started as simple revenge ended up becoming world news, and now lifelong best friends Tom Holland and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) will have to face the consequences of their actions as one of most powerful couples in the world. But what's good for fame is good for the heart, right? They will discover that as the lie grows and the feelings they have for each other, too.

Fake dating - bestfriend!Tom Holland x bestfriend!reader (Just a little story I'll post in the week)

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“UNCHARTED”

SUMMARY: The younger sister of treasure hunter Victor Sullivan, (Y/N), enlists Nathan Drake to help them recover a 500-year-old fortune. But what starts as a robbery turns into a globe-trotting race for the prize of gold and love. Although, little does Nathan know, that (Y/N) has her own reasons for wanting a piece of the money.

PAIRING: Nathan Drake x Sullivan!reader

First chapter will be posted on Friday, March 4 I hope so

Disclaimer: This story is fiction based on the movie, I will try to keep the original dialogues adding different ones to fit with the reader that is completely my invention. So, I hope you enjoy it. Reblogs and constructive comments are always welcome to improve. Surely this fic will not be so good but we will try it :P, thanks in advance. — V

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“Forever You.”

Tom Holland/Peter Parker x reader :))

Hi! This is an idea I came up with as a follow up to NWH with the reader as Peter's romantic interest. If you haven't seen the movie, would it be better not to read it? I stole Sersi's powers in Eternals. (Memories are in italics)

If you like it, I hope I can make a continuation.

(Not my gif)

"Hey, don't do it!"

Your breath quickly vanishes in the endless cold of a New York winter night as you open your eyes to that male voice yelling for you to stop, staring into space as you seem about to slip off the ledge from that tall building. The thunderous sound of a city that never sleeps hits you with the speed of a bullet, impacting in your pounding heart as you realize you're one step off the ground. The wind around you blows your hair in all directions as you turn around and face that voice, staring through parted lips at the strangely clad person in a spider suit who has one hand raised in a heroic action to stop you from falling, to stop the madness you are about to commit.

"Don't get close!" You say, nearly tripping over your boots and your next words. "Stay away."

"Please don't do it." Says that person, almost in a prayer as if he knows you all his life. In the next second, he uses his upraised hand to remove the strange mask he wears, revealing the face of a young man who appears to be your age, with semi-long brown hair and fluffy like a spring cloud, eyes the same color as he looks at you with terror through them. “Please, everything will be fine. I promise."

“Please forgive me, let me go…”

"I asked you to let me go first."

As your hand gripped the man's neck and lifted him up into the air, a single thought intoxicated your mind.

From the very beginning of time and at an early age you understood that you saw the world differently from others. Your father used to say that unlike others, including your mother, his queen and himself, you expressed, from a very young age, your courage with your heart and the strength of your mind, all at the same time, which made you the most powerful person in the entire universe.

"Please, I'm sorry…"

In New York City, snowflakes fall endlessly on the cold winter night, and your breath disappears into space as you exhale, losing yourself in the infinity as your face twisted into an angry expression, like the lion trapped in a cage that is disturbed before going out to act. Life had been monotonous these past few months, without a shred of freedom or wind in your wings to take you further than you've ever been, never far from home. The stories from the romance books you used to read that encapsulated the growing nerves and overflowing emotions you hoped to feel sometime in your life were the only thing that seemed to keep you alive, but they seemed further and further from reality. You longed for a story, an adventure that wasn't yours and that didn't belong to you, an emotion that would set your frozen heart on fire, a call that would echo through the towering buildings that formed a great maze from which you never seemed to escape.

Your deepest thoughts were interrupted, however, by a large hand closing over your mouth, imprisoning your senses and your body as he dragged you into the empty alley on the snow leaving a swaying trail. The brick wall was cold against your back even over your coat, freezing your actions as you stared in terror at the grinning face in front of you, which exuded the smell of heavy drink through his pores. But, during the seconds the fear that was born inside you lasted, it was as if that same fear had turned on a switch that gave way to anger, a resplendent feeling that blinded you like trying to see the sun when it was at its highest point. It was then that your hand that was squeezing against your stomach was filled with courage until it found the neck of that unpleasant man until he was lifted into the air and imprisoned in the same way that he had done with you. The man begged for forgiveness so fast, but it was already too late for him, and the freedom of the force within you directed through your body in his direction, turning him into snow that was rocked by the incessant wind of a stormy night, right before your unbelieving eyes.

"You don't know what I did."

"No matter what you did, I don't want you to die."

The young man's eyes beg for you to change your mind, you can see it in the fear of his gaze. As if he had known you all his life, the feeling is electricity traveling through your deepest senses, but bumping into the invisible wall of reason because there's nothing about him inside you.

"I don't know you."

"I'm Spider-man, but you can call me Peter."

"Peter?" His name is like cotton candy melting on your trembling lips.

For young Peter Parker, the roof of that building feels unstable, or maybe it's the fear in his heart and throughout his body that makes the world tilt to one side, it seems. His breath is lost in the noise of the city, making him smaller than he already felt since he lost you to a spell. His eyes have not stopped looking at you, losing themselves in a look without memories of him. His hand is down, but he's always ready to do what he has to do in case you succumb to whatever got you to this point, though Peter isn't quite sure why. You were always so meticulous, so sure of yourself with your powers, so beautiful and so free with them in the palm of your hand.

But Peter Parker only knows that he has just found you in the least expected place in the world, and that this time, without a spell involved and with the memories of him buried in the darkness of your memory, he never intends to let you go from now on.

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[sailingintothenight]

“DARLING, YOU.”

FutureDad!Tom Holland x actress!reader.

Summary: On a rainy day, (Y/N) broke up with Tom and never looked back. The reason is still a mystery, is a secret you never told anyone. But after 4 years and a hopeless night, you and Tom must face the next 9 months together while you two decide whether you can pick up your life where you left off or the resentment will be too much to forgive and forget. But how easy can it be when there is a new girl in his life and a possible new love in your own?

A/N: Hello everyone.

I posted the prologue to this story a long time ago, last year before I left home. Now that I'm back I decided to give this story that I was about to erase one last chance. I know it's not the best but I hope you like it, I'm tagging the people who commented on the first part at the time. If you don't want to read anymore, feel free to let me know. Thank you.

Just a warning: Bad s*x hehehe

PROLOGUE

00 - 6 WEEKS AGO:

"I'm pathetic. Right?" Asks Tom, leaning on the counter in a corner of her living room, suffering from the effect of the 6th glass of whiskey as your gaze abandons him, cruelly and coldly, to continue the conversation with your group of friends across the crowded room.

"I asked you if it was okay to come and you said yes." Harrison answers next to him, appeasing his guilt with alcohol for the recklessness of bringing his best friend to the wolf's den to be torn apart by the cruel memories of a happy past history. “You said you no longer had feelings for her, mate.”

"I didn't, I don't." Tom frowns at his own words, feeling his lips numb from the alcohol, or because of the lies he tells nonstop. “It's just… seeing her after 4 years is weird. She's grown up, she's more famous now, she won 2 Emmys, an Oscar, and now we're at her house like the last time we celebrated Sophia's birthday. Only that time… my arm was around her waist and we kissed whenever we wanted.”

"And do you miss that?" Harrison raises an eyebrow, giving his best friend a sympathetic look, though even now he can't understand how Tom's feelings for her hadn't died out, not entirely it seemed, not even after 4 years.

"No." Tom forcefully shoves half the liquor in his glass between his lips, spilling it down his throat, making a face in disgust at the fire that burns and slides into his stomach. “I hate her, remember?"

Tom tries to convince Haz just to convince himself of his supposed truth, because sometimes saying things out loud makes words come true, even if they aren't. And now, with an empty glass in his hand, he realizes that it is not the drops of liquor on his parched lips that have made him so dizzy, but the adrenaline inside him at the thought of his underpaid love, giving him a pain that grows and grows, like a roller coaster that only goes up, and although Tom has never considered himself a careless person with himself, with his successful acting career or with his own broken heart, he keeps looking at her hoping that she will look at him back.

Because he knows that (Y/N) is no longer his girl, his angel, his love, and the sadness of that truth is a pain that spreads throughout the world, throughout his world until it suffocates him. But on her way to the front porch of her own home, just to get some fresh air after hours of sweltering heat and dangerous staring, (Y/N) is oblivious to Tom's gaze and how his eyes take in all of her: her loose hair, her bare back thanks to her red dress, the glass of vodka in her hand, the way the skirt of her dress dances with her movements and how her black velvet boots hug her legs.

But the day she left him, her wings vanished: though the devil was an angel, too, and perhaps she had certain powers over him, like making him feel like he was hanging off the cliff just to catch him before he hit the ground.

"Blody hell." Tom snatches the glass from Haz before making his way through a crowd of people to where she will be, alone.

Haz tries to say something behind him, but his words die in the attempt as Sophia, his girlfriend and her best friend, reaches out to hug him.

“Do you think she can tell him why she left?”

Both share a look of sadness and hope, staying in the background to give way, outside the house, to the main scene that would only be the beginning of a long night in a dark sky that is now like a painting made of watercolors, spilling into each other just to create a combination that looks perfect in the eyes of any art lover. Tom used to think of her as art, too, and in silence, he sits on one of the wooden steps, next to her in the middle of a half-full glass, setting his own down to stare at the sky.

"Last week I received the iPad with the Devil all the time’s script." Says (y/n), only to break the awkward silence of their mingling breaths and the music behind the wooden door. "My character falls in love with poor orphan Arvin Russell."

Tom chuckles, foolishly. He is already drunk, very drunk.

“And you are the rich bitch who treats me like shit until I save you from your own father and a loveless marriage, the reverend, the crazy rapist couple and the sheriff. I think you will play that role very well.”

And then, (y/n) laughs, long and sweet to his ears, because Tom just called her a bitch, not her character. And it's funny, because being as drunk as she is, it's easy to admit that she is a bitch sometimes.

“Bet your pretty ass I will be. And then, we will run away into the sunset together after killing 4 people.”

The sound of their amused giggles fades after a minute or two, longer than usual because of the alcohol and their erratic behaviors as the liquor churns like storm tides inside their bellies and makes their heads spin around, and endlessly spinning, which puts their senses on pause and numbs them completely, and which causes their pupils to dilate and their breaths to become ragged, wild as their hearts pounding their chests like caged animals searching for a way out into a darkness freedom.

“Do you think they have a happy ending? Arvin and Hope, I mean."

"An ending means it's all over." She answers, looking with tired eyes at the beautiful and colorful garden of her mother, the silent street, and the line of cars parked on the sidewalk of her house, from friends who came to celebrate her best friend's birthday. Almost everything looks like the old days, only nothing is anymore. “But I hope so. They are young, perhaps love will make them grow up.”

"That didn't happen to us." Tom answers back, a bittersweet flavour on the tip of his tongue, and it makes (Y/N) sighs heavily. Her body is numb, as if it were alcohol and not blood that ran through her veins. "Do you still love me?"

His question sucks the air out of her body, and for a second, (Y/N) feels even more lost in reality, like she's drunk twice as much as she's already should have that night. She presses her lips together tightly, trying to hold prisoner the words she doesn't dare say out loud. No again. No anymore. Because if (Y/N) said yes, Tom would ask her why she left, and if she said no... Neither answer would ever satisfy him, and all she would do would be to confuse him even more, even after 4 years aparently.

"That's not a fair question, Tom..." (Y/N) licks her parched lips. "If I say yes, will you ask me why I left?"

Tom looks at her seriously.

"Yes."

"What if I say no?"

"Then I don't want to hear it."

And that's when the laughs die down, the failed attempt at casual conversation is cruelly killed and the silence overwhelms them, forcing them to look into each other's eyes to wordlessly wonder why they did what they did and what they didn't, why she left 4 years ago and why he didn't go for her, why didn't Tom and (Y/N) fight harder for a love that could mature over time, why did they agree to work together in a movie if that would hurt them, and most importantly, why they still harbored feelings for each other despite the damage inflicted on their fragile hearts.

“I don't trust you anymore, (Y/N).” Tom whispers, and his glassy eyes from the alcohol in his blood and the sadness in his heart mix into his brown eyes, into the saddest look in his young story. "I began to live well without you and now you come back... just when I could finally look at someone other than you."

(Y/N) smiles sadly, slightly because she no longer has the strength, because her body is numb and because it seems like the world is constantly tilting to one side, but she also smiles because Tom still has a lovely face, tender eyes and a funny eyebrow that in those days she used to fix by sliding her thumb over it. (Y/N) smiles sadly because now, he has someone else playing with his eyebrow while he laughs at it.

“Well done, Tom. Cheers for that."

She takes her glass with a trembling hand, and Tom does the same, listening to the sound of the glasses colliding before downing the entire contents, until the very last drop in one gulp: because to do something stupidly brave, some need some drug that runs free their veins just to force some courage into them to act; looking for any euphoric feeling that gives them the impulse of a false courage that will only be fleeting after acting recklessly. And so their glasses hit the wooden floor as they are replaced by the soft skin of their faces, feeling the softness of each other’s' lips in a hard kiss. With closed eyes, Tom is an expert, he always was, perhaps because he managed to put all his feelings for her in a simple kiss. It was like that from the first time. His calloused hands grasp her face with a firmness as if (Y/N) were a piece of glass, the most precious in the world, while his eager lips collide with hers to revive old feelings.

Tempting fate and playing with fire until the fingers that hold the other's body are burned, his hands on her waist imprison her until he pulls her into his lap, her smooth legs resting on his firm thighs over the fabric of his jeans, giving him the erotic touch necessary to awaken the desire that still inhabited in him and her, while his tongue in her mouth is the impulse that pushes her hands to get entangled in his semi-long wavy hair that frames his sensual face, the one she had missed so much. His simple white t-shirt perfectly accentuates the muscles beneath it, revealing the veins in his arms and his rough hands that ran down her semi-nude back to the edge of her skirt, searching blindly for what lay beneath it.

It is the alcohol acting for them in this erotic scene, but it is also the loneliness of their bodies when 4 years ago they kept each other company day and night, almost 24 hours a day, only to later face waking up without the hope of not being with the person they love. But still wanting them to be happy, even if they end up hating the other at the same time, until in the end, you have him or her in your arms again, even for just a moment.

"I don't know what to do now." Tom admits on an exhalation past her lips, wishing deep down that (Y/N) would agree to continue what they started. "But I miss you, I miss your body so much, I miss everything about you right now."

(Y/N) takes a deep breath, her head spinning before the only two possibilities that exist in the world right now: let it go or continue. Walk away so as not to carry any trouble or follow danger and deal with the consequences later. But then, foolishly, because (Y/N) is a fool, she chooses the option that will possibly hurt one of them but, at this very moment, feels like winning the world or touching the sky with her hands.

The smell of sex is in the air and it sinks into her skin, so, with his tongue into her mouth, Tom takes her brave and stupid answer to grab her by the waist and pull her towards him so he never has to let her go again, just for a few seconds before using a hand to get to his feet with (Y/N) in his arms as he breathes in the London air from between parted lips, the place where they both grew up and fell in love.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful." Tom kisses her one more time, trailing down to her neck to drown in her scent as it mixes with his. "Let's go."

Tom takes her hand to leave the world behind, if only for one night.

By the time Tom has her on his lap in the backseat of his car, he pushes his pelvis against the more sensitive, still covered part of her. (Y/N) pushes herself against him as well, her legs falling apart with him in between her, arms outstretched, hugging his back and wanting to feel him inside of her as soon as possible. Her body shudders as his tongue finds a sensitive spot on her neck, he growls at the sweet taste of the sounds (Y/N) makes because of him, and for him alone. The movements of his tongue drive her crazy, causing her to hold on to his hair and his wild curls that, during that night, he hasn't bothered to brush back like he used to.

“Did you think of me when you decided to wear this dress?” Tom breathes against her mouth, his curious hands touching every corner of her body. “You thought of me here…” his breath against her chest gives her chills, as (Y/N) moans slightly as his wet lips crash against her bare skin, because, hidden in the dark night, Tom's possessive side it emerges like one more shadow and his mind is clouded with the only desire to hold her without anything getting in the way. "Or maybe here."

Her cheeks are flushed as she let out a satisfied moan from between her lips as the straps of her dress drop below her elbows, revealing the valley of her breasts.

"What about you?" (Y/N) breathes against his half-open mouth. "Have you missed me like that?"

"Every day of my fucking life."

The feeling of lust is a cloud that covers their thoughts as they both began to remove the things they still have on. Tom straightens, his hands fumbling blindly for the button and zipper of his pants as (Y/N) watches him, feeling her stomach knot in anticipation for what's to come and the tingle between her legs as he picks her up, looking back at her. But hidden in his gaze, too, warm as the color of the fall, is the adoration he felt for her as he slips off her body the last garment that keeps them from becoming one.

It's raw the way they make love; the way he pushes himself into her easily. (Y/N) brushes her hands through his hair as Tom kisses him, deeply, her legs tensing around his waist and tightening even more as he begins to move inside her, giving her a painful pleasure that makes her moan, causing him to groan every time she moves. He thrusts harder each time she calls his name like she did the first time, and each time after they made love.

The tight sigh from her mouth is addictive and intense, as intense as the pain in his back as she sinks her black-painted fingernails into his as he hits the most sensitive spot on her body, kissing her hard as she kisses him.

His hands slide over her bare back, pulling her slightly down and toward him to hit the center of her being once more, making her tighten her arms around his shoulders by the time Tom has her falling over the verge of climax. Her back is soft under his strong hands, and the sounds he makes against her neck are an arousing melody, sounds he muffles against her body on his own path to much-needed release. Her mouth falls against his shoulder, drowning out the forbidden sounds that come from between her lips, the view of the world fading as she closes her eyes and her mouth opens on a hot moan as he makes her cum, too.

And it's then that she loses control, burying her face against his neck to cry out as she finally came, feeling him release inside her with a long, pleasurable thrust, while, on the way down from that euphoria, her grip on his hair loses its strength, she leans her body weight against his chest as they both fall from high ecstasy.

His touch on her sensitive skin is soft, delicate and loving, as a lover should be after making love for the first time. Tom continues to move slowly as her body still relaxes inside of her, lifting his head to meet her eyes, brushing her hair behind her ear for one last kiss before it all ends forever.

"I still hate you." Tom sighs, while his other hand still holds her waist against him.

"Good." (Y/N) laughs angrily, tiredly, pushing her silky hair back, ready to descend from him, though the feel of her inside her still sends chills down her spine. "I don't know if I want to feel what you would do if you still loved me."

She fixes the dress that has fallen to her waist, trying to appear to be the same person she was half an hour ago. Her hair is unruly but she pushes it back before she gets out of the car, feeling the shiver that run through her body as the cold London air greets her back.

She doesn't wait, and walks back to the house that is always her home, determined to try to forget what had just happened. Although from very high up in the sky, a drop fell on a rose in her mother's garden, as an omen that absolutely no one plays with fate and comes out as a winner.

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[sailingintothenight]

Hi!

Hi everyone, I'm V, and even though you probably don't remember my blog, I want to thank everyone who kept liking my stories despite not having posted anything in a while. I was away trying to heal my problems because of my depression and I can say that it helped me a lot. Although I was away from my family for 6 months, I can see an improvement in myself, and although the road to recovery is long, I can already see the light at the end of the tunnel. Thanks again for keeping my blog alive. This year I will start writing again so I hope you like what is to come. Please, if you still follow me, leave a request to write a story. I look forward to interacting with you again, Thank you♥

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[sailingintothenight]

Darlings, what do you prefer? friends to lovers or enemies to lovers? please let me know in the comments. PLEASEEEE — V 🌻

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[sailingintothenight]

“Thirsty tweets.” T.H. Imagine.

(Not my gif)

Summary: The one where you and Tom read thirsty tweets from fans.

A/N: Bad jokes but I hope you like it. Make a compilation of the best tweets I saw on YouTube. No warning, just a few bad words I guess. Resquest are open!!!

"Hi guys. I am (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." You say when the recording officially starts, the multiple cameras in the studio focusing on Tom and you.

"And I don't agree with this." Says Tom next to you, who is sitting cross-legged in a blue-painted studio. "I'm Tom Holland and we're here at BuzzFeed Celeb to read some thirsty tweets."

"Oh hush, this will be fun." You laugh, holding the vase of tweets in your hands and then tipping it towards him, so that Tom can pull out the first piece of paper. "Let's get this party started."

Tom reads the first tweet.

“I’d let Tom Holland father every SINGLE egg of my nonexistent uterus. Laaaaaawd! Oh my goodness." Tom says, slightly embarrassed. "Thanks?"

"What is it? Some kind of alien?" You chuckle as you pull out the second piece of paper. "I want someone look at me the way Tom Holland and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) look at each other."

"Oh." You both look into each other's eyes with love as you smile at those words.

“I literally want Tom Holland to SMASH my skull between his massive thighs of him. Goodnight." You chucke. “I told you to wear pants for your interview with Jimmy Fallon. But I guess that's the kind of content that fans want. Wow.” 

"I only give them what they ask for, darling." Tom says, this time, smugly.

"Get out of here." You laugh as you playfully push him making him laugh before continuing to read. ”(Y/N) (Y/L/N) can chocke me any holy day. Into chocking, uh? Makes two of us." You say before folding the paper and putting it inside your clothes.

"Hey. Hey, hey, take that off your clothes." Tom lunges at you playfully, ready to search for that piece of paper anywhere on your body. Literally.

"Sit on my face and suffocate me, Tom Holland." You read the following tweet for him. "Wow."

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N) is one thicc b-i-h." Tom frowns as he looks at the piece of paper and then looks at you confused. "What does that mean?"

"It means bitch, honey." You say instructing him, then look at the camera acting serious, an eyebrow raised to show that you mean it. "Yes, yes I am."

“Tom Holland’s ass is the REAL LONDON’s ass. Ow, thank you, darling. In fact, I am very proud of my ass. It's great, there's no need to deny that. And I think it showed in Spider-man homecoming and Far from home."

"Ow, thanks to the thong." You say laughing, although you also share the idea that Tom has a good butt. “I have to admit that Tom has a good butt. Really firm. I kind of like to slap him from time to time."

"Yes, and that hurts." Tom complains, a hand on his butt. “Thinking about Tom Holland sleeping in (Y/N) (Y/L/N) belly doesn’t bothers me at all. You go, girl. Take him to the moon for me.” 

"Owwww." You smile, loving that they quoted a line from the movie inside out. "You guys are the sweetest."

"Her belly is very comfortable." Tom says, nodding thoughtfully. “Dear Tom, I literally want to set myself on fire with your immense sexiness. Thanks, love." Tom flexes his arm muscles casually as he pretends to scratch his hair. "Now let's move on to the next one before (Y/N) throws up because of me."

"Thanks for your consideration." You laugh sarcastically before clearing your throat to read the following tweet in all caps. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N) WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO BE HOT AND LETHAL. EMOTICON FIRE, EMOTICON FIRE."

"Why are you screaming?!" Tom asks raising his voice, laughing. “Look at my queen (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I swear to God she is the baddest bitch in the universe! I wanna be like her. She is the baddest in my opinion."

You chuckle. 

"Ow, thank you. I believe I’m very bad, I don’t think I’m the baddest in the universe, maybe in some countries. But thank you."

"I want Tom Holland to play the guitar and sing to me to sleep." Tom reads the following Tweet, getting shy about talking about his voice. "Thanks love. I'm still learning to play guitar and I'm not the best singer, but I'll give it a try when you guys want it. Now we go to the next one. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Tom Holland own my ass GOODBYE!"

You and Tom look into each other's eyes before chuckling.

“I am now the proud owner of your BACK-SIDE. YEAH." You say, making a fist with your hand as if you had achieved something great.

"Yikes. That is intense." Tom says before moving on to the next one. “My ideal weight is Tom Holland on top on me. Guys! My mum is gonna see this!"

"What about me?! My parents told me not to do this!" You chuckle. “Can I say that I will let Tom Holland slit my throat with his jawline any day? Well Tom's jaw is very sharp, rumor has it that he can cut anything with it."

“Yes, but why did I want to cut a throat. I don't want to go to jail." 

You laugh. 

“Yo guys listen to me, I would literally buy a thousand front row tickets just to see Tom Holland and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) have a hot make-out session. Point. Goodbye."

"Guys, come on, we only do that in private." Tom jokes, although the truth is that it is true. 

You roll your eyes before reading the following tweet.

"Me: I am thirsty. Mom: have a glass of water. Me: the thirst for (Y/N) (Y/L/N) never stops." 

"That's true." Tom says looking at the camera, as serious as never in his life. “I want the government to create a law where Tom Holland cannot wear a T-shirt. He has to be shirtless 24/7."

"That's what everyone would like, right bitches?" You laugh, although the truth is something that you would not care.

“I'm not sure everyone would agree with that, and I don't want to, you know, be responsible for some heart attacks because of me. Now we go with another tweet." Tom crumples the paper before moving on to the next one. "Tom Holland in glasses owns my ass!"

"Being part blind is hot? I didn't know." You joke as Tom gives you a look. “Tom Holland fu*k me in the ear with your English accent. How is that possible???!!! You know what, I'm out. Peace."

You joke, getting out of the seat to end the segment.

"Darling come on. You know I only love you!" Says Tom, following you out of the cameras where you two both meet to laugh.

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[sailingintothenight]

Imagine Peter meeting Loki's daughter, (Y/N) Laufeyson:

(Not my gift)

A/N: I was planning on doing a story on this imagine but I'm not sure yet. Maybe i will or maybe not. Romanoff is alive here because yeah.

Just a short imagine about how I think Peter would meet Loki's daughter:

After Tony's death, Peter knew nothing about a new initiative that included other little future avengers: The Romanian twins Nica & Alexandre and the daughter of the God of Mischief.

For young Peter Parker, the same one who had fought an infinity war and an endgame alongside the greatest and most honorable avengers, the thought of spending his days caring for small avengers and large social misfits, was the least tempting idea of the world, but when he learned that Tony himself had asked him to do it before he died, he had no choice but to accept.

"Okay... so you want me to be friends with them." Peter trailed the sound of the O between his lips as he narrowed his eyes, because a part of him collided with an invisible, metaphorical wall that did not allow him to understand everything correctly. “One question first: what about the music through the speakers? It's a piano."

Happy sighed, so long and heavy as if his soul no longer fit in his body and he needed to expel it. "It is to know where (Y/N) is. She teaches Morgan 2 times a week."

(Y/N)?"

“(Y/N) Laufeyson."

It was then that Peter's eyes widened and his mouth suddenly went dry upon hearing the last name that was born from someone else with a kinship to the god of mischief, the same one who once wanted to end the earth in his alliance with Ultron during combat in NY.

"Are you talking about Laufeyson, like Loki Laufeyson?" Peter blinked, losing sense of the world around him.

"Yes. He was my daddy, but not in a dirty way of course." Peter was startled by the sound of an angelic voice that pierced his ears like sweet honey, staring with puzzled eyes at the young woman, who could be his age, standing behind him, arms folded as he shot Peter a suspicious look. “Don't be scared by the last name. You should be more afraid of the person behind it. Excuse me."

On your way to the chairs that were placed in a circle in the center of the room, Peter followed you with his gaze the whole way, catching inside his eyes the daisy you were wearing behind your ear and the way your hair was fluttering with your walk. Your Led Zepelin t-shirt was slightly bigger than you, making you look like those vintage girls MJ used to see on a page called Tumblr.

"Wake up boy, I didn't bring you here to daydream." Happy said, giving Peter a warning look that wouldn't scare even Morgan. "Help us Tony, I see this was a bad idea."

"Well kids, thanks for coming." Said Romanoff, whom the children did respect enough to keep silent every time she spoke. “I think we've had a very progressive week in terms of controlling your powers and knowing how to use them when it's due. I've worked a lot with the twins, as well as (Y/N), who has come a long way these weeks. (Y/N) Would you like to share with us?"

"Uh, okay... Hello." You said, changing position in your chair. “I am (Y/N) Laufeyson, daughter of the god of mischief. Uh… I can blow things up with my mind, including heads, although this device on my arm minimizes the power of my telekinesis. Thanks to Tony. I'm good with knifes too, courtesy of my dad, so stabbing you would be the easiest thing in the world. And sometimes I have the urge to burn this place to the ground, but then I say, Nah. What for? I like it here." You chuckled, making everyone else uncomfortable. "I think that's all. Thank you."

“At least she said thank you.” Said Happy quietly, fixing the perfect knot in his tie, and fighting the urge to wipe the silent sweat that begins to collect on his face. Peter is more than surprised, but he is able to hear Happy's next words. "(Y/N) will be in your class next week, so good luck kid, you'll need it."

I know this probably sucks but hey, a little bit is better than nothing. Thank you for reading!

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[sailingintothenight]

HI!

Angels! Quick poll: would anyone be interested in reading a short story with Tom based on the Korean drama "True Beauty"? I have been a fan of Korean culture since I met SHINee music and I love kdramas too. Right now I’m watching it just to fall in love with the two male protagonists who are in love with the girl hehehe If anyone is interested please let me know. Thank u 💙 (gif not mine)

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[sailingintothenight]

“Darling, U.” T. H. Imagine.

(Not my picture)

Summary: Tom plays the guitar for you and your baby.

A/N: Just a short imagine, hope you like it. (You can send some requests, my inbox is always open) Thank you♥ You can read this imagine first if you want “My everything” or you can just read this one.

Autumn Rose Holland was one year and two months old now.

Her voice was sweet to your ears every time she spoke the words Daddy and Mommy or discovered a bit of the new world with each day that came, but when night arrived and it was time to sleep, you knew that the warmth of her little body against yours could melt any frozen season, especially that cold London winter. On that wonderful night, you hoped that Autumn would have a good dream, perhaps being in your arms that protected her like a shield, with her head on your right arm and the weight of her body being supported by your left one. You held her tight with your warmth, hoping that the emotion that filled the night would help her fall asleep, but nothing had worked in the last hour.

"It's your turn, Tom… Tom!" Harry exclaims from the first floor, watching his older brother find himself lost in time and space when he should be playing the next game of pool.

But Tom removes the air pod that was connected to the baby's radio from his ear at the same time that he puts the pole on the table.

"Sorry guys. My ladies require my help."

And without saying more, Tom picks up the guitar that is in the corner of his home's game room and hurries out of the place, turning down the hall to go up the stairs to where his wife and daughter are. The scene in front of him is tender and fills his heart with joy, feeling like the luckiest man in the world when he realizes that he has a family that he can love without limits, and that they love him back too.

"Don't worry, darling." He says to you, because he reserves the darling for you while the little darling is for his baby since he started practicing that song. "I'm here armed and ready to put this baby of ours to sleep."

You raise an eyebrow.

"Hadn't I asked you to stop spying on us on the monitor?"

"Hehe - Sorry."

With that said, Tom sits on the corner of the bed and places the guitar on his knee, playing with the strings for a few seconds before finding the right ones to play the song that he thinks will serve as a lullaby to sleep for Autumn, who doesn't stop moving in your arms.

"I'm not very good at this so don't laugh at me." He says, honestly nervous.

"She is too young to laugh at someone and I don't promise anything." You chuckled.

"You’re funny." Tom smiles. "Okay, here we go..."

His face turned serious as he began to play, his expert fingers strumming the strings in the right places, surprising you with the hard effort of his hours of practice that had produced beautiful results. You smiled to yourself when Tom began to sing lightly, shy about showing his voice in public, but sure that if he would, he would do it with you two.

“Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter. Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here. Here comes the sun do, do, do. Here comes the sun. And I say it's all right.”

You know Tom was sensitive about singing, so you stay in your place like he's done it a thousand times already, like it's no big deal, even though you were dying to give him a round of applause and congratulate him on his beautiful voice and huge effort to learn to play just for her, but silence on your part reigned as you watch in peace as Autumn began to close her eyes and stop moving against you, until finally, she fell asleep peacefully.

In silence and as Tom puts the guitar aside and collapses on the bed, you place your daughter in the crib, letting her rest after a day of freedom and discovery. Following in her footsteps, you lie on the bed next to Tom, who has an outstretched arm ready to take you in his arms, just to enjoy a moment in each other's company.

"You did very well, love." You say, closing your eyes when the fatigue of a long day begins to overcome you.

"Thanks, my darling." Tom responds, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before closing his eyes as well, forgetting the whole world to rest in your warm embrace until the next day.

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