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zinda-his-eyes-red · 3 months

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Here's my Star Trek Winter Gift Exchange (@startrekwintergiftexchange) for @raddocwrites! I hope you enjoy it (and sorry for posting so late)!

Their promt was: Seven & B'Elanna bonding platonically.

Here's the link on AO3 and full text is below that:

The Art of Conversation

Gen | 1.6K | No warnings | This is just a little scene set early- to mid-Season 4 of Star Trek: Voyager, when Seven has been part of the crew for a little while.

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"One Rigellian sunrise," Neelix announced as he pushed a highball glass forward on his makeshift bar.

Two humanoid hands reached toward the drink. One was half-Klingon; one, half-Borg. Well... not Borg anymore.

"That's mine."

B'Elanna whipped her head around to face the stiffly-upright blonde in front of her. Her eyebrows shot up.

"Oh, Seven," she sounded discombobulated as she tried to correct the sternness of her speech. Her hair bobbed as she looked back at the cocktail.

"Wait, you're having a Rigellian sunrise?"

Effusions of orchids decorated the glass, as per Neelix's usual aesthetic, and enticing skewers of fruit (origin unknown) protruded from the top. The drink itself was a swirl of purple above and orange below-- a nearly deadly mix of liquors if Harry's reports could be trusted. He'd gone hard the previous night with some of the other Ensigns, on day one of Neelix's Crew Appreciation Festival. He had Beta shift this evening, and Tom had had to take a hangover draft to his room that morning just to get him vertical. B'Elanna was hoping her Klingon blood would hold her steadier than the humans.

Neelix smiled broadly from behind the mess hall counter he'd decorated with a colourful fabric table-skirt and some more flowers.

"Don't worry ladies," he interjected, "I've got another one coming right up!"

Seven of Nine eyed B'Elanna's face and body language, searching for answers.

"I was unaware that you had ordered the same drink," she offered, stiffly.

"Oh, well. Um, look," she scanned the room, hoping Seven would take the cocktail and go, "you can have this one if you like."

Seven took the proffered glass. "It looks... unlike other drinks I've had here." The flowers were intended to make it look nice, she guessed.

Neelix grinned as he shook a Boston shaker (newly-replicated and borrowed from an unwilling Tom) til beads of condensation began to appear on the stainless steel.

"That's because it's a cocktail, dear!"

"A cock...tail?" Seven looked mildly concerned.

Neelix leaned over the bar as if he had a secret to divulge. "It's a delicious mix of alcohol with fruit juice or bubbly liquids, and it puts the 'Festive' in 'Neelix's Crew Appreciation Festival'!"

He turned and scuttled to the back to fetch another highball glass.

"And," B'Elanna continued in a low voice, "it's about the only thing Neelix makes that actually tastes good."

She turned back to Seven, her eyes shining. "Don't tell him I said that."

"Here you are, a second Rigellian sunrise for our esteemed Engineering Chief! Now," he said, making a waving movement with his hands as a group of Ensigns came through the door, "go and enjoy the party, ladies! I'm going to have a lot more orders coming in very soon..."

"Well, see you!" B'Elanna called behind her with a shake of her bob. She swept past the crowd of Ensigns to find a table, greeting one or two bright eyed hopefuls as she passed by.

Seven looked at her drink. Now what was she supposed to do? Drink the drink, she guessed, but then what? What was everyone else doing? If she had been able to walk slowly enough she could have observed carefully, but the group of Ensigns were pushing into the bar and forced her out into the crowd. Out into open space.

How was it you were supposed to recognize other humans again? Human/non-human first (that was easiest), then shirt colour, hair colour, hair style, eye colour, skin tone... sometimes voice would give someone away. That's why B'Elanna was so easy to spot-- half-Klingon and that singular, shoulder-length bob. She was unmistakable.

"Give me a break. Did you follow me?"

Seven was shocked for a second. She guessed she'd been staring.

"Fine, just join my table. You look like a lost baby targ."

B'Elanna looked slightly steamed, but Tom was nowhere to be found (Seven had been warned about interrupting "dates"), so it seemed fine.

"I accept."

Seven sat, observing B'Elanna sipping from her straw. People were bustling around their table, but Seven was in her seat, like a ship in a hanger, her refuge from the crowds. Being so close to those she wasn't mind-linked with was still difficult.

She tried putting her mouth on the straw like B'Elanna had.

"It's not working."

"Huh?"

"The drink. It's broken. Yours is working."

The Chief's temper flared. "Oh for-- You're just putting your mouth on the straw, of course it's not going to work."

"Yes, that is what I'm doing," Seven remarked incredulously. This crew was so imprecise in their observations. Why could they not explain with more efficacy?

"What is it I'm expected to do?"

"Well, you just, you know..." she mimed sipping from the straw.

Seven blinked at her blankly. "I do not, regrettably. That's why I was asking for some direction."

B'Elanna practically rolled her eyes. "Um... look, why don't you just drink directly from the glass, Seven?"

She examined the glass. Removing some flowers would give her enough access to the rim. Yes. Satisfactory.

"That is satisfactory. I... thank you for your help. I am not yet accustomed to all the ways of consuming by mouth."

Her counterpart seemed to smirk.

"It sounds so great when you say it like that. Well, why not try it?"

She did.

B'Elanna reached over to slap Seven on the back as her coughing and spluttering cleared the aisle near their table.

"Maybe you should just stick to fruit juice for now. Neelix's experimental home brew is not exactly the thing you want to cut your teeth on."

"Cut my..." Seven spluttered, "...teeth?"

"It's an old earth expression. Stick to the fruit juice." Seven nodded, pushing the drink aside.

Not having anything to do, Seven looked around, trying not to closely observe B'Elanna sipping her drink.

"So how was your day?"

The redshirt passing by took half of B'Elanna's mouthful sprayed over his shirt before she regained control, hastily swallowing.

"I'm so sorry," she called after him, not bothering to wipe it off as that would obviously cause him more embarassment. It was perhaps more Klingon than human manners, but she still resisted being worn down into human ways.

"Are you well?" Seven queried B'Elanna. It seemed she was not the only one having difficulties consuming this liquid, she reasoned.

"Ah-- yes," B'Elanna responded, "What did you say just now?"

"I believe I asked you, 'How was your day?' Harry said it's a way of expressing interest in an interlocutor and a good way to begin a conversation."

B'Elanna snorted. "He said all that?"

"I paraphrased."

"Hmm," she sipped her half-empty drink, trying to decide if she was buzzed enough to take on this conversation. Ensigns were falling over after a few sips of Neelix's cocktails, but B'Elanna's constitution was proven to be made of stronger stuff.

"Well, okay. How was my day? Um... frustrating, to be honest. No one understands how important the plasma conduit cleaning is. Grunt work as it is, we need crew members that are relatively experienced to do it properly, especially with the eccentricities of design on this ship. I just can't have them continuously breaking down on--"

B'Elanna stopped short, her eyes drifting up to Seven.

"I'm sorry."

Seven looked confused. "For what?"

"I guess my day wasn't very interesting."

Seven tilted her head, "How do you mean?"

"Oh," B'Elanna shook her head, looking down at the plastic table-top, "Tom is always getting mad at me for talking about work too much. I'm supposed to talk about my 'feelings' or something."

"I was not uninterested in the topic at hand."

B'Elanna raised her head.

"Oh. Really? Usually when I talk about the plasma conduits, people run for cover." She stifled a laugh.

"I do not understand why they would run."

"The thing is," B'Elanna sighed, ignoring Seven's implied question while struggling to put her thoughts into simple terms, "usually when you talk about your day it's supposed to be an overview instead of focusing on one thing. Tom encourages me to mention positive as well as negative aspects of the day. Which I find... difficult."

She grimace-smiled. "It irritates Tom when I rant."

Seven considered for a minute. "Does Tom himself engage in this optimal behaviour you've described: 'mentioning the positive as well as negative'?"

B'Elanna blinked. "Um. Hmm. Well now that you mention it..." She frowned, trailing off.

"In fact, I found your previous topic quite intriguing. The differences between Borg ships and Voyager are extreme. Plasma conduits appear to be a supremely inefficient system but I'm interested to hear what you have to say about their care."

"Really? You are?" B'Elanna's expression was bemusement. Was this a prank? It was Seven. The woman had no concept of what a prank even was.

"Yes, as I stated previously. I am interested."

"Huh."

Seven broke B'Elanna's gaze to survey the room.

"I find your demeanour far more pleasing than that of many on this ship, with the exception of Tuvok who has excellent communication skills."

She turned back to B'Elanna.

"I find you honest, direct, and unlikely to mislead. I might say that conversation with you is quite pleasant."

B'Elanna gaped. She felt heat creep up her neck.

"W-well. Thanks I guess."

"I would like to return to the previous topic of plasma conduits," Seven stated, trying to steer the conversation back. "If you are amenable to it, of course."

B'Elanna smirked.

"Okay, you're on. But first," she slurped up the end of her drink, "we're going to do something called 'refreshing our drinks'. You better get some fruit juice you can actually stomach. Come on, back to Neelix."

"Will we not lose our hangar? I apologize, I meant table."

B'Elanna bellowed at a couple of Ensigns sneaking close to their vacated seats.

"Anyone who takes our table is on plasma conduit cleaning! Chief Engineer's orders!"

She turned back to Seven.

"Now where were we...?"

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trillscienceofficer · 1 year

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this is quite random i'll admit, but your latest post got me thinking: if there would have been a proper crossover between ds9 and voy (not just a cameo like in the pilot), what would you have wanted it to be plotwise?

oh that's a very very good question! Honestly I'm not even sure if I'd want a proper, non-permanent (like, no one from DS9 gets stuck on Voyager) crossover episode, because imho it's hard to make them work well. But I can still see several options here:

it's a pre-Caretaker situation: we see the (OG) Voyager crew get the help of several officers and the Defiant in order to sneak up on the Maquis (Chakotay, B'Elanna and Tuvok), which we also follow as they try to outmaneuver Starfleet. I would love to see where Sisko and (a just promoted) Janeway agree and disagree on how to be in command, and I would love to also learn what kind of history Chakotay and B'Elanna (and Seska!) had with DS9 (did they know about Eddington? were they already receiving help from Kasidy Yates?). In any case at some point the Defiant leaves the Badlands and the events of Caretaker take place anyway

a random wormhole/space irregularity/whatever brings Voyager to the Gamma Quadrant and they immediately almost end up destroyed by the Dominion (which they only vaguely know about), has to hide in a nebula/land on a planet but ta-dahh! it's the Defiant who responds to the distress signal! Except they also almost get destroyed, and the two crews have to help one another to get back on their feet. The specifics depend on when this happens of course—if it's before "Message in a Bottle" the crew would have to learn about the war from the DS9 people and I can't imagine that going over well, especially with the former Maquis. In any case I can see a lot of tension between crews (in a "we were trying to get home and now you are in a war that killed our friends!" vs "you guys disappeared without a trace so you don't have a right to tell us that we made mistakes"). The kicker is that this would be a good opportunity for Voyager to finally get to the AQ but they realize there's no way they could sneak Voyager past Dominion forces towards the Bajoran wormhole, and they can't duplicate the cloak for such a big ship, so in the end the Defiant can only help Voyager go back to DQ (honestly heartwrenching just thinking about this lol)

This is not exactly a crossover, but: DS9 is a hub of research for wormholes for obvious reasons so what if we shelve the whole thing with Barclay and have Voyager contact the station instead? there could just be fun occasional interactions between the officers from the two shows I think.

Now what interactions would I like to see the most? Sisko and Janeway as I've said, Chakotay and B'Elanna reacting to pretty much all the DS9 Starfleet officers on one hand and to Kira and Odo on the other. I really, really would like to see Benjamin's reaction to Seven of Nine too, although I'm afraid it would be rather painful for him still. But I think he'd also be interested in hearing about a former drone that managed to escape. On a lighter note I would love to see Jadzia grinning her way into challenging Tom at a game of dares (and winning every one). Tuvok and Worf would HATE the madness of having two crews of strong personalities interact so much, and I kinda want to see them both and Julian work together on something. Perhaps Harry and Miles (and B'Elanna too, unless she is refusing to speak with the people from DS9) can have a nice chat about how hard it is to keep a ship/station running in such difficult conditions. If you want to hear people yelling I think you should probably pair Kira and Seven because they would NOT get along at all imho. There is just. SO much stuff that can be said and I haven't even touched upon!! A crossover like this is such an ambitious concept and I'm sure I forgot half the stuff that I wanted to say

#thank you so much for the v interesting question!!#askbox #voy #ds9

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phoenixfeathersinfall · 2 years

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Hi bestie!! What are your favorite seven/B’elanna moments? What drew you to the ship? Are there certain things you would’ve wanted them to go into more? I’m sending you a big hug!!!!!

Bestie, my memory is weird bc of COVID recovery, but I do love making lists, so here’s what I can think of offhand!

I didn’t initially ship it at all because I couldn’t see past the contentious elements, but then I found the readings/lenses that they are rivals who dislike each other because they reflect the things they dislike about their own selves. And all the parallels…I read some meta and fic and went OH.

Favorite Moments

My little shorthand tag for them is a line Lanna says before a dangerous mission: “Do me a favor, take Seven of None with you…You need cool heads don’t you? Nobody’s head is cooler than hers.”

Lanna gives Seven the same lecture about Starfleet life Janeway gave to her. Seven learns to apologize in response.

“Difficult patients have to stick together.”

Seven is dying and afraid everyone will forget her but Lanna says she changed the whole crew and “that’s your legacy.” #UglyTears

Seven feels bad about missing the baby shower and offers a gift to “enhance Lanna’s day.”

“We’ll be outcasts together.”

When it’s established Seven didn’t kill anyone, but disabled a threat, Lanna says “‘not bad.’”

Bonuses (Wasted Potential? Probably)

Tom tells Seven about Toby the Targ because he noticed that like Lanna, Seven wants her things when she works.

Tom knows that to “appeal to Seven’s vanity” and get her to play ping-pong, he should say “I’ll tell B’elanna you thought you couldn’t beat her.”

On 2 different occasions, B’elanna doesn’t want “the drone/the machine” on her deck. Chakotay and Harry call her on it by saying that she is an engineer and knows how to handle “machines.”

When Seven has the personality of a Klingon male and tries to “court” Lanna… 👀

This one is complicated, but even as a barely-ex-drone, Seven responds to Lanna.

B: “Do you remember what [the ships] looked like before you turned them into Borg circuses?”

7: “….Yes.”

In Bliss, Seven and Naomi are immune to the pitcher plant because they don’t consider Earth their home. What would have happened if Lanna were there? Is home Earth? Qo’noS? The Academy? The Maquis vessel? …Or Voyager?

Seven basically admits she has no interest in the typical heterosexual relationship structure, as Lanna is about to marry Tom… 👀

Complicated relationships with Starfleet and the uniform.

Both unwillingly explore their spirituality.

Lanna loses herself around the time of Extreme Risk. Seven…help perhaps?!

Belenna saw the lives of drones when she was partially assimilated. And didn’t talk to Seven about that at all? HELLO?

Sorry this is so long, I love overthinking!

#I should start a tag for my Star Trek thoughts #thank you for asking!#trek community #seven of nine protection squad #tumblr friends #Erin #seven of nine #b’elanna torres #*ryan han voice* then why b/7? hmm? why b/7?#you need cool heads don’t you? nobody’s head is cooler than hers

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smolvenger · 1 year

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WIP Previews!!!

Here are some sneak previews of my current WIPS!

First Up, we have the next and penultimate chapter of The Twelve Days:

“You were a little vixen today, teasing me. Could you imagine if my own cock got hard at the feast in front of everyone…”

“No one’s around here now….”

“And I tend to take advantage of that…”

It took your breath how he held you, almost trapping you in- a muscle of wall- but you wanted it. You wanted to feel his weight and warmth over you. It wasn’t to crush you it was…a press, a comfort and a thrill to feel him on top of you. To feel his hardness against your skirts.

“I’ll have you on any and every surface if I could…” he said.

Then I have my first fic of Jonathan Pine and Reader where Reader thinks he is just in love with Jed but he falls for Reader and there is pining (or PINE-ning. Heh) and angst with a confession and maybe smut at the end. Here, Y/N is a part of Roper's crew and all she knows about Jonathan other than he's hot and nice is that he goes by Andrew Birch.

Your next step was on a brick that loosened under your foot. You lost your balance and with an intuitive shriek realized you were falling, arms flailing.

Andrew cried out your name as you fell but soon realized it was stopped as he quickly placed his arms and set you so that one arm was on your back and the other under your legs.

He was so, so close. You could hear his heartbeat and feel the sweat from his skin. He was still carrying you as he caught his breath. But your heart kept racing. His eyes darted down…was it to your lips? And then up.

As if you were made of glass, he slowly set you down on your feet. His arms were still on you.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yes, I am.” You confirmed with a nod.

Then I got an idea from a comment to do a kind of sequel/midquel to Stella of Essex or The Vicar's Wife Betrayed. It will be titled Stella's Second Husband and focus on Harry Cavaradossi and Stella Ransome as a married couple with Will dead but her past still haunts her- mainly as an excuse to use all these lines and scenes I got in my head for them that I got after I finished the fic. Here, Harry fantasizes about confronting Will for cheating on Stella.

(Yes, this is how I picture Harry Cavaradossi. Yes, it’s Stella marrying ANOTHER Tom Hiddleston but it’s a guy who’s actually faithful to her. Parallel in looks but opposite in character. So YES it will be two Tom’s fighting each other).

The scene was partially inspired by Natasha, Pierre, and The Great Comet of 1812 with the Pierre and Anatole scene which is perfect because guess who played Natasha Rostova in 2007??🌚🌝 Clemence Poesy, Stella herself!!!

Will would be wearing either his black and white, or the longcoat and scarf, or the dark sweater. Harry would stay there. Fuming. Fists curled. Perhaps like looking into a mirror of his shadow self from their eerily similar looks. A mirror he wanted to crack.

“Reverend, tell me. Are you a priest of the Christian God or a Priest of Zeus?” Harry asked.

Will blinked.

“Who are…”

Harry immediately punched Will right in the face.

“YOU HYPOCRITICAL BASTARD!” Harry roared.

Will backed off, eyes wide and clutching his nose. There would be a bruise already or blood.

“What do you me-“

Harry then laid another punch across Will’s face. He would step back. In the brown house, there were still touches of blue- touches of her. The curtains with flowers. The blue on the tablecloth. The blue vase filled with the flowers from her garden. One would think that this showed how her presence mattered, was important, that Will loved her…

but it was all a façade. A set. This was no man who truly loved Stella the way she loved him. A man who truly loved her would have never done what Will did.

“You know what I mean, you blackguard!”

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rebelbyrdie · 2 years

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Ficlet Day # 4 (Picard and Voyager)

I wrote this midway through Picard Season 2

Drive

“Time travel. Since my first day on the job as a Starfleet captain I swore I’d never let myself get caught up in one of these godforsaken paradoxes. The future is the past, the past is the future, it all gives me a headache.”

Their past was the future. Their present was the past. Their future was uncertain.

Seven had dealt with time travel before. She had dealt with Q before. She had dealt with the Borg her entire damn life. Never all at once. Never with stakes as big as the universe as she knew it.

“So-” Rios asked her. “-I heard that you tore up the roads of Los Angeles in an antique. Raffi said your driving scared her shitless.”

That sounded like Raffi.

“But I gotta wonder. How does a born-in-space XB like you even know how to start up and drive a car from the 21st?”

Seven bit the inside of her cheek and belatedly remembered that she didn’t have any nanoprobes to instantly repair in this body.

“Paris.”

Rios raised his brows. “You learned to drive in Paris? On Earth?”

Seven chuckled as the taste of blood - fully human blood - hit her tongue.

“Tom Paris. A colleauge of mine from my days on the USS Voyager.”

She chose her words carefully, but the years old scars on her heart still ached.

Rios nodded. “Yeah. I remember Voyager. Made it across the Delta, returned in a blaze of glory. Helluva story. The parts that weren’t redacted all to hell, at least.”

She abandoned the crate she’d been sitting on and stood. Her knees, hips and lower back popped. Another unfamiliar sensation. She put her hands behind her back and straitened her posture. It didn’t help the physical ache, but it made her feel emotionally better. It was a habit that she had never been able to shed. Familiar and strangley comforting, a way to keep herself in control.

“Tom Paris-” A man whose ancestors hadn’t been born yet. “-loved the past.” Which was their present. “Obsessed with it, if you ask his ex-wife.” A woman whose maternal ancestors had yet to leave their home planet.

Seven bit the inside of her cheek again. She was not going to think about B’elanna Torres. She refused.

“He was also obsessed with the holo-deck.” She smirked a little. “There were more than one holo-adventures gone wild on Voyager.”

That was a gross understatement, but even of they century-hopped again there still wouldn’t be enough time to tell all the stories.

“Stranded out in the Delta. That far away from home. That was one of the only things you guys had for distraction. That’s rough.”

Seven shrugged, uncomfortable. In those days she hadn’t been able to appreciate the holodeck and it’s escapism.

What was a photonic fantasy when compared to the ecstasy and community of the Borg Collective? Honestly, she still didn’t spend much time in holosuites. Her escape was taking action, in helping, in fighting until she couldn’t stand anymore.

“We were in a stretch of empty space. No planets of interest. No other ships. There weren’t even any spacial anomalies of interest.”

Her words were cool, clipped, and unemotional. Just as she had tried to appear back then.

“Paris wanted some excitement. Something new and different. 21st century car racing. I believe he called it Fast and Furious. They would race through empty city-scapes in cars from the 21st century. Another colleague-”

Was that the right word? She didn’t know anymore. Enemies, colleagues, collective, friends, strangers. She wasn’t sure what to classify the members of the Voyager crew anymore.

“-Harry Kim.” She knew he was a captain now. She also knew that Rios probably knew him. “-invited me to join their game.”

She smirked again. “They gave me a canary yellow Lamborghini Aventador SVJ. It was a fast sportscar. The kind that only the richest of the rich could afford. I learned to drive it in the old streets of Rome, London and Tokyo. The holo-deck versions of them at least.”

//The car didn’t have a HUD or even a decent engine monitoring system. The gauges were basic, at best. Still, she was able to make basic geometrical and physics calculations to make up for the incomplete data.

She could calculate the risks in seconds and she wanted to win. If she won, that meant she was successful at socializing. At being “fun”.

Seven wanted to win, and she won. She practiced several times to ensure she understood how to drive and race.

They were racing in a holo-version of Historic Reykjavik, Iceland. Mr. Paris had taken a liberal approach to “historic” as the racing path included a frozen-over harbor and cut through a cathedral.

They lined up at the starting line: Herself, Mr. Paris, Mr. Kim, Lieutenant Torres, and the Delaney Sisters (in the same car).

They had raced through the streets and the last stretch before the finish line was across the frozen harbor. Seven had made observations and calculations during the first two laps. On the third and final lap, she made her move. She twisted the wheel and maneuvered the car into a controlled slide - she sacrificed traction for pure speed. She slid by the first and second place racers and then skid onto the pavement. She raced down the last 100 meters at full speed, and won easily.

Her victory was pleasing. She was proud of herself. For all of two minutes and forty-seven seconds.

“Are you kidding me, Seven!”

B’Elanna Torres slammed the door her bright red sports car (A Firarri 812 GTS) and stalked towards her. Fury was written all over her Klingnon face.

“You nearly killed us with that drifting crap!”

Seven folded her hands behind her back, taken aback. She had expected the Klingon to be upset at losing, but the absolute fury was unexpected.

“B’Elanna!”

Harry Kim, who had finished fourth of five, rushed forward to attempt to calm his friend and crewmate down.

She didn’t appreciate his actions.

“Little Miss Perfect here-” She lunged forward. “ was so caught up with winning that you-”

B’Elanna broke Harry’s grip and got into Seven’s face. Her fists were clenched, her jaw was tight, teeth bared.

#ficlet day

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mcwriting · 3 years

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the shower scene

So ik y'all are waiting so very patiently for TMP 12, so heres another barely swf one-shot instead 🥴

But seriously guys, it will come soon, but until then, enjoy!!

followed by: the premiere || the press junket

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 2688

Warnings: i mean it's about a shower scene in a movie, but not explicit

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You sat on the couch of your trailer with arms crossed, nervously tapping your foot. Your lunch break was almost over, which meant the scene you'd been anticipating for weeks was now just ahead of you.

Part of you wished you'd finished the piece of grilled chicken that now sat cold by the sink, but your nervousness had crossed over into queasiness as well, so you continued to take deep breaths and try to keep your heart from racing.

You'd chosen to open the trailer's windows, allowing fresh air to pass through and the sounds of birds chirping and muffled conversation over the lunch break soothe you.

Suddenly a female voice rang out clear above all of the other sounds outside, calling:

"This is a closed set! If you are not on this list, you've already been informed of your other tasks and must vacate the building now!"

You couldn't help but smile a little bit as your stomach fluttered. The director of this film was a spitfire and you loved that about her.

From the window behind you, you heard footsteps approaching your trailer. You knew it was your assistant coming to get you, but you stayed in place until she opened up the door, clipboard in one hand and a bottle of mint-flavored antacids in the other.

"They're ready for you on set," she started. One glance at your unfinished meal and she was opening the bottle of tablets. "Here, I knew you'd want these."

You grinned as you took one and slid on some slippers, then followed her out the door.

"Harry went to grab Tom. I'm sure he's just as nervous as you," she said, closing the door and stepping next to you towards the house that you'd been filming at for the past few weeks.

"He's been in the industry longer than me if you don't recall. I don't think it compares."

You tugged your white cotton robe tight to your body, ensuring it was covering everything as you fixed the waist strap.

She hummed in response and you heard another trailer door shut, turning to see Tom in a robe just like yours. He kept his arms crossed as he shuffled towards you, a big grin on his face as always.

Your assistant fell behind with Harry as Tom caught up to you.

"So how was your lunch break?" he immediately asked.

"Could've been better. I wasn't super hungry."

"Don't tell me you're nervous," he started, looking down at you. You rolled your eyes.

"Can you blame me? This is about to be the most revealing scene I've ever done, and I'm not even doing it alone! It's not like you and I have showered together before."

Tom threw an arm over your shoulder, laughing.

"If you've been wanting to shower with me, darling, you could've just asked."

Your eyes went wide and you hit his chest with one hand, gripping the top of your robe shut with the other.

"Tom!"

You both laughed at his joke, but deep down you were left stunned. You'd had chemistry ever since meeting at your first screen test, and part of you wished his offer was serious.

Who wouldn't want to shower with Tom Holland?

It was easy to say that, of course, but you were still terrified walking onto set knowing that was what was actually about to happen.

You could blame part of that fear on the fact that there would still be a tiny crew watching you, but most of what made your stomach flip-flop was the thought of having to almost fully strip down and make a shower scene as realistic as possible.

You entered the house and headed upstairs. To ensure a closed set, the entire second floor was being blocked off, even though you'd only be filming in a bathroom.

The director was talking to the cameraperson when she saw you and Tom from the corner of her eye.

"Oh perfect! You're here! We need to go over some of the placement stuff before we start shooting so feel free to keep your robes on for now," she said, leading you towards the bathroom.

The bathroom itself was huge, but a giant camera and a few other people left little room for you to get through to the actual shower, which was already a bit cramped for two.

After deciding the best way to get a shot without setting off any deep-seeded claustrophobia in anyone, it was time to actually film the scene.

Which further meant it was time to de-robe.

Tom had practically no qualms doing so, stripping it off and tossing it away to reveal a nude colored speedo underneath.

You, on the other hand, were more reserved. You also had on a pair of nude swim bottoms, but there was nothing covering your chest. Though the scene wouldn't be showing it, you couldn't wear one because there would be shots of your bare back, and falling water would cause stick-on covers to fall right off.

It's not that you were doing this against your will, because you'd explicitly agreed to it the week prior. It's just that now in the moment, you were frozen.

Tom could sense your nervousness and grabbed your hands, shifting down to meet your gaze.

"Hey, take your time. Do you want me to turn around for a second? Why don't you face away from the crew."

You gave a small grin and nodded, shifting so that your back was to everyone else.

"You don't have to turn around. I trust you," you whispered to Tom as you slowly started undoing the tie around your waist. He looked into your eyes, not letting his gaze wander.

You took in one deep breath before sliding the robe off your shoulders, tossing it to the floor behind you as you continued to maintain eye contact with Tom.

"It's okay. You can look," you chuckled and grabbed his arms with your hands as his eyes scanned down for a second before coming back to yours.

"You're beautiful, y/n."

You were glad your face was away from the camera so it couldn't capture the blush on your face.

After a few more seconds, you realized just staring at each other wasn't going to get the scene done any time soon, so you pulled his arms and stepped closer so that you were pressed against each other. You shuffled sideways so that both of you could look at the director without you being fully exposed.

"Okay, we're already rolling, so like I said before, there's shampoo, conditioner, and all that jazz on the rack so whenever you're ready, turn the water on and shower like you normally would with someone. I'll try calling out a few notes here and there but this will be a montage scene so feel free to talk, we'll put music over it. Action!"

You looked at Tom with a cheeky grin.

"So who's gonna stand under the cold water?" you joked, nodding towards the faucet. He didn't even answer, but instead reached out to turn the handle and cause freezing water to fall over the both of you.

Instinctively, you let out a squeal and arched your back at the sensation, knocking into Tom as you both laughed. His arms wrapped around your sides as you reached up to push his hair back.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked with a grin. Of course, you nodded, but you were already so caught up that you'd almost forgotten that there was a camera pointed at your faces.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, the water now warm as it caressed both of your bodies.

From there, you started shampooing each other's hair, shifting every so often so the camera could get good shots as it panned around and changed angles.

You couldn't help but love the feeling of Tom's soft curls between your fingers as you massaged his head.

Both of your hands travelled freely across each other's skin. You'd discussed previously how much touching was allowed, and in the end there hadn't been much left off the table.

You continued to tune out the people watching as well, focusing only on Tom to keep yourself from getting anxious again and freezing. Only occasionally did you hear notes called out and encouraging words.

At one point, you smiled against Tom's lips. You couldn't help but laugh at the director's cheers.

She was definitely quite the hype woman.

As you got more comfortable, both of you started getting more risky with what you did. Tom casually rubbing his thumbs across your chest. You biting your lip as you traced his muscles out from top to bottom.

He finally did something you weren't expecting. Tom leaned down so his lips grazed your ear.

"I'm going to grab your thighs and I want you to jump, okay? I want to kiss you against this cold tile," he whispered. You nodded, a little stunned.

His hands travelled down your sides and you placed your hands around his neck, jumping when he gave a little tap on your thigh and wrapping your legs around his waist.

You again arched and squealed when your back pressed up against the ice cold wall and you gripped at Tom's toned shoulders. With your legs secured around him, he placed a hand behind your head and collided his lips to yours.

The mix of cold tile, steaming water, and soft skin made you feel like you were melting as you and Tom made out against the wall.

It took everything to remind yourself that he was just acting, and the impassioned movements of him against you were a mere testament to his talent and nothing more.

Eventually you got down and continued on, but you missed the warmth of his body on your legs as you finished up the scene.

After what felt like both forever and no time at all, "cut" was called and you turned off the water, blushing as the limited crew applauded you both for the performance.

"Yes! That was perfect you two! I can't imagine that we'll need any other shots so we'll step out and let you two dry off so you can head home for the day," your director said, gesturing everyone out.

You'd crossed your arms over your chest and were now stuck in place, waiting for everyone to leave. Tom stepped forward and grabbed a towel from the rack, unfolding it and wrapping it over your shoulders.

For a few moments you both faced away and dried off in silence, unsure of what to say now that... that was over.

"You were really good," Tom finally said after a while.

"Huh? Oh, thanks. You were too. I kind of had no idea what I was doing. Feels like a blur."

"Well you were like a natural. Almost felt real," he chuckled, turning to face you as you did the same. "You should be proud of yourself. It took me years to feel comfortable kissing onscreen, much less that."

You gave him a lopsided grin. The comfort he had put you in had made it easy to forget that both of you were practically naked as you squeezed water from your hair.

"Well thank you. And I could say the same about you, it was hard to remember that we were supposed to be acting sometimes," you admitted. His brows ticked upwards.

He looked like he was about to say something else when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" you called out, both of you wrapping the towels around you. Your assistant came in, holding both of your robes.

"Here, figured you'd want these to head back to the trailers. Harry and I are gonna head downstairs if you need us."

With that break in tension, you quickly wrapped in the robe, Tom not far behind as you left the bathroom.

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Your hair was still slightly damp as you gathered your things to go home, but thankfully it was no longer dripping, your shirt not too wet against your back.

You were happy that the filming day had been short, giving you plenty of time to relax at home and have a good dinner, now that the small lunch you'd had was catching up to you.

There was a knock on the trailer. You expected it to be your assistant so you couldn't help a surprised expression when Tom was the one at your door.

"Tom! Hey! What are you... come in, come in!" you stuttered, gesturing him inside. "What brings you over?"

Tom's hands were shoved in his pockets and he looked mostly at the ground.

"Well... it's about earlier..." he started and your eyes widened.

"Oh my... if there's something I did that made you uncomfortable I am so sorry, I mean, I would never want to-"

"What? No, no, no. It's not that, I swear. It's just... the conversation we had afterwards. You said you almost forgot you were acting, right?"

Ice ran through your veins, but you confirmed his statement.

"And you never felt that I went too far, did you?"

"No! No, of course not. We both agreed on our boundaries, and honestly you could've gone further than you did and I wouldn't have cared," you admitted.

He stood and contemplated for a minute before looking up at you.

"It's not... I'm not making this up, am I?" he asked, pointing between you.

"What? What do you mean. Making what up?"

"This! This... tension between us. There is something here, right? Or am I just reading things completely wrong?"

You felt anxious all over again but couldn't lie to him.

"No! No. I didn't want to tell you because I was afraid it would make our scenes too awkward, but I'm really into you, Tom. But if it complicates things then just forget I said anything."

Tom smiled and shook his head.

"Maybe it will complicate things, but I feel the same way, actually. I was afraid I was just reading into it too much and projecting my feelings," he explained.

You both chuckled at your obliviousness.

"Well, that being said, I don't know what your plans were for your short workday, but I was planning on relaxing, ordering a nice dinner out, maybe hitting the pool after dark. You wouldn't want to join me, would you?" you offered, brows raised.

"I'm in. Your place or mine?"

"Yours has the private pool, doesn't it?" you asked, and he sent a knowing grin.

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A few hours later and you'd eaten your takeout, had a couple beers, and were now swimming around as the sun set.

You had offered Harry your rental place for the night, so you and Tom were alone, the sky now darkening to show a spray of stars overhead.

"You know, chlorine is pretty hard on hair. I'd hate to go to bed with dried pool chemicals all over me," you started, hoping Tom would catch on.

"Are you saying you'd like to use my shower tonight?" he asked.

"Well, yes, but I might just need somebody to show me how to work it. Who knows what kind of fancy faucet you've got in there."

He snorted and pulled you close, whispering even though there was no one around to hear him anyways.

"Might be nice, you know. Not having a camera and a crew watching."

"I was thinking it'd be better without our little nude swimsuits in the way," you suggested, leaning up to kiss him. He pulled back quickly.

"Oh that's it. I'm getting the shower started!" he exclaimed, stumbling out of the pool and into his bedroom through a sliding door, leaving you alone in the water.

His head popped back out of the door seconds later.

"So are you coming or what? The water is already warm for you."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes as you stepped from the pool to join him, but forgot all about it the second your bikini top ties came loose and a familiar cascade of water enveloped you.

❖

A/N: So um... that was fun to write. Anywayssss... sorry for the long hiatus on my other stuff. Like I said before, some personal stuff came up and has has prevented me from editing the marriage project, but hopefully soon! I don't want to put a date on it but I promise it will come eventually!!

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let-me-luve-you · 3 years

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Arrivals

Tom Holland x Sister (A little bit of Harry)

Summary: Paparazzi and fans give Tom, the reader, and Harry a welcome at the airport

Warnings: panic attack, some rude fans, being attacked, caring brothers (yes its a warning because it’s so sweet), angst

MASTERLIST Buy me a coffee

Being Tom’s twin meant you were ways the first one he asked to go with him to film movies or do press tours. Harry usually goes too since he gets to work with the crew. After Spider-Man: Homecoming, you asked Tom if you could be his official personal assistant. You kept up with his schedule, helped with social media when it was needed, and you got him coffee. He hated having you work for him like that, but he was also grateful. He loved being able to spend time with you, but he also loved that you knew what he needed before he could voice it.

What Tom had never voiced to you or your other siblings was that he was glad he could be around to help with your anxiety. You were diagnosed in your early teenage years after your parents took you to the doctor when you had three panic attacks in two weeks. Tom voiced his concern with Nikki and Dom. Nikki knew you didn’t like to be out of your comfort zone. You got anxious going to new places, but since you were traveling with Tom and Harry, it wasn’t as severe as in the past.

Today was like any other travel day. You were all exhausted and just wanted to enjoy your last few days off before Tom started filming his new movie. As you walked through the airport, you noticed more and more people. When you were close to leaving the secure area, an airport guard came up to Tom and stopped him.

“Mr. Holland, we have been asked to stop you from leaving until we have all of your bags and a car.” The guard said as you watched more guards walk up. You look around nervous.

“What’s going on?” Tom voiced your thoughts.

“Looks like your fans are here to welcome you.” He said with a small laugh. Tom groaned. He loved his fans, you know he did, but when they bombarded him at the airport or hotels, it made it more difficult for him. “I’ll sign a few autographs and take some pictures before I leave. My sister will stay with me.” Tom said knowing you wouldn’t want to have to fight through the crowd by yourself or with a stranger.

Tom knew crowds like today always made you nervous because things became unpredictable. When the guards told you that they were ready to move, Tom turned to you, “Come with me y/n/n. It’ll only be a few minutes and then we can head to the house.” You nodded at Tom and followed close behind. You held onto your carryon bag with a death grip and looked around at the guards walking you through the airport.

You heard the screams before you saw the fans. As you walked around the corner towards the main doors of the airport, you saw fans lined up with guards holding them back. Tom gave your hand a squeeze before he turned to sign some fans posters. The screams got louder and louder as Tom walked down the line. You were mad at yourself for putting your headphones back in your bag.

As fans reached out to Tom, they also reached out for you. Tom hadn’t noticed, but the guard next to you did and pushed you further away from the fans. You turned and gave him a small smile as a thanks. Tom turned to check on you and saw you smile at the guard so he figured he was okay. Harry was following, taking pictures and video for the documentary he was doing on Tom.

After ten minutes or so, you were ready to go. It was all becoming too much. You could feel your anxiety building. You needed a break from all the people. “Tom.” You whispered. “Tom.” You tried again and touched his arm. He shrugged your hand off thinking you were a fan. You noticed he wasn’t going to look back at you.

You felt your chest starting to tighten. You knew you had to get out so you tried to get Harry’s attention. “Harry.” He was on the other side of Tom talking with a fan while he films and didn’t hear you. All of a sudden, the group of fans started to push in on the three of you. The guards instantly took notice and grabbed the three of you to keep you from the fans. One fan grabbed your backpack and pulled you back. The guard that helped you earlier instantly jumped into action.

“Hey! Let go now!” He yelled. He pulled you towards him and pushed you behind him. Tom heard the commotion and turned to see your pale face. He noticed the panic in your eyes and instantly wrapped an arm around you to guide you to the car. “Tom.” You said through labored breaths. Your chest was too tight. You felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Tom guided you out of the airport with Harry leading the way. Harry hopped up into the front seat as Tom helped you into the back. Tom was grateful to see that the car had tinted windows and no one could see in once he was shut in.

“Shh. I’ve got you Y/N.” Tom said. You couldn’t focus on him and your breaths were becoming shorter and shorter. Tom grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest. “Follow my breaths.” He noticed you staring at your hands. He used his other to put in on your face to force your eyes to his. “Look at me y/n/n. Focus on me.”

Your eyes moved from your hand to your twin brother’s eyes. “That’s it. Follow my breathing. There you go.” Tom said. The car was finally on the highway. Harry turned to look at his older siblings.

“She okay?” Harry whispered. Tom nodded his head. “Y/N. Tell me five things you can see.”

You hesitated before whispering, “You. The seatbelt. Grass. Trees. Glass.”

“Good. What's four things you can touch?” He asked.

“You. The seat. My jeans. Uhh.” You stopped. Tom nodded at you, “come on you can do it.”

“My backpack.” You said finally noticing it was touching your leg on the floor.

“Now three things you can hear.” Tom said, continuing to take constant breaths to help you calm down.

“Your voice.” You stopped and tried to focus on your hearing. “The car. The radio.”

“There you go. Two things you can smell.” You almost started panicking again because you couldn’t really smell anything. You closed your eyes and really focused. “Leather and coffee.”

“Coffee?” You heard Harry ask. Harry looked at Tom and then he noticed the driver had a cup from Starbucks in his cup holder. “Nevermind.”

“What can you taste?” Tom asked.

You had a hot chocolate on the plane about thirty minutes before the plane landed. You could still vaguely taste it. “Hot chocolate aftertaste.”

Tom gave a small laugh. He noticed your color coming back to your face and your breathing evening out. Knowing you did like to feel crowded after a panic attack, Tom gently pushed you to the seat next to the door, leaving the middle open. He reached over and buckled you in. “Harry, do you still have that water?” Tom asked.

“Yeah.” He said bending down to grab it out of his bag. He turned to hand it to Tom, “Here you go.”

“Take a sip.” Tom said handing it to you. You grabbed it and took a big gulp. “No. Take it slow. You know that.”

“Sorry.” You whispered. Handing the water back to Tom.

“Not in trouble. Just don’t want you to get sick.” He said softer this time. “You okay?”

“Getting there. Sorry. I probably embarrassed you in front of your fans.” You said looking out the window.

“Could never embarrass me. What happened? Do you know?” He asked, concerned. “You know what, let’s wait on storytime. Let’s just get you to the house.”

“Thanks.” You said turning to him. “Thanks for getting me out of there and helping me calm down. I’m okay now.”

“When we get to the house, let’s all get settled in and change into our pajamas. We can order Ubereats and just have a movie night.” Harry said.

“It’s 2 p.m.” You said.

“Movie day then.” Harry said with a scoff and a laugh. “We only have a few days before things get busy, so let’s just be lazy and relax.”

“I’m down for that. I could use a nap.” You said.

“Then lazy day it is.” Tom said. You reached over and grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze. He looked at you and you gave him a smile before letting go of his hand. He smiled back. You sat back and closed your eyes as you just tried to relax after such a taxing afternoon. You were just glad your brothers were there to help you. And you were glad that guard helped you as well. You would have to ask for his name and send him a thank you card.

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1ddiscourseoftheday · 3 years

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Mon 14 June ‘21

Louis Tomlinson Cooks is here!! Yeah it’s 100% for sure as delightful to watch Louis make himself a sandwich as you might have hoped, but how was his cooking? Well I’ll let Louis rate himself-- “I’m not gonna lie not that appetizing is it, I mean look at it,” he says when it comes time to taste his creation, plus, “chopping peeling slicing not great to be fair- everything else I’m all right” (he’s… not wrong, even aside from the peeler issues has this man ever held a knife??) but- “it probably tastes nice though as I said it’s not about presentation for me… [munches cutely]... it’s actually pretty banging, that’s actually quite nice!” Success! Maybe it’s cause he knows the secret to faking good cooking- “as you can see I don’t have a lot of cooking ability so the more butter the better,” I mean the experts can tell you, that’s advanced stuff right there! #Louis-aChild! Substituting mustard and ketchup for coleslaw is a bit of a bold move, but in a belated attempt to convince the kiddos to eat some healthy veg even though he won’t he does bravely try the cucumber strips despite being “not really a man for cucumber” and makes a pained attempt to be positive- “bit of crunch.” Oh and speaking of crunch I’m relieved to have learned that the waffle is NOT a waffle, it’s a crispy waffle shaped bit of potato; a much more reasonable fish sandwich addition than the American version of a potato waffle! Full Time Meals polled to see what people think of Louis cooking; the two choices are “it was amazing” and “the best,” THEY GET IT. My kind of Louis poll! Helen Seamons rated him a “10/10 for effort and entertainment”, Masterchef acknowledged Louis as one of their own, and Marcus Rashford keeps it simple- “my guy” with a lil heart. YEAH, SAME.

Harry showed up in Italy, where he was papped in Venice being driven around (with PA Luis) on a boat (as you do, in Venice). He’s in a cool embroidered Bode shirt and shades and fancy hair, looking good. He’s seen carrying his suitcase, taking photos, and resting his head on his arms looking like a model. One might think, since we just saw the My Policeman cast and crew on set celebrating the wrap of the shoot, that they were done filming and Harry was off to do something different, but nope, he’s there to film! The book has key scenes in Venice that folks had been wondering about the filming of, and David Dawson is also being boated around Venice for the paps, so, it seems that was just for the wrap of the *UK* filming, which makes sense I guess since it would mostly be different crew I imagine, and perhaps some of the main cast are done as well.

Liam’s NFT sale is happening tomorrow! If you’re confused and want more info, I’M NOT GONNA HELP THAT MUCH… uh but I mean you can check out Liam’s youtube video explaining though I would guess that won’t help much (even Liam thinks so; “there’s probably websites that explain a lot better than me” he admits). There is a roundup now posted of what’s on offer for the buyers of the NFTs but I’m gonna be really honest with you, I’m more confused now than I was before. It’s clear that there are only SIX LONELY BUG NFTs right? They for sure said that I believe. But the packages for each different piece (token bundles) seem to me like they’re available to multiple buyers? Like maybe you don’t get the NFT but multiple top bidders on each get the extras? Like they can’t be selling multiple copies of the NFT... can they?! Isn’t the WHOLE POINT that only one person gets to own it? I DON’T FUCKING KNOW I AM SORRY. What I think I understand to be true: the six NFT buyers get to go to “a once-in-a-lifetime immersive dining experience at Resorts World Las Vegas” (this is the dinner with Liam and “a selection of crypto leaders from around the world” which takes place on display inside a giant glass box) and also “a bespoke commemorative presentation box containing the world’s leading holographic display... with audio... and a custom made Lonely Bug commemorative coin,” and “a unique QR code directing the owner to a special ‘Director’s Cut’ edit of the short digital film ‘Making Of Lonely Bug Collection’ which features unreleased footage from the day of the drop showing the creators' reactions when the winning bids came in” (I mean YEAH I would think it’s unreleased it literally hasn’t happened?) But then there are really a lot of other extras including tickets with Meet & Greet access to any Liam Payne headline show around the world, admission to pool and cinema parties in Vegas with Liam, signed art, non-Liam extras (I will literally bid to NOT have 20 minute phone calls with those crypto entrepreneurs PLEASE… but that’s just me), and access to an online party hosted by Liam; I really get the impression many of these, especially the last one, are just crypto tokens that are for sale that aren’t linked to the main Lonely Bug NFTs and many more than 6 people can buy them but a lot of the extras I’m not clear on which it is. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll understand better WE WILL SEE.

Liam also dropped by the discord last night to say some hellos (after a “long long day”) and that he “bought a piece of NFT art of myself tonight I’m going to give it as a prize Monday night so someone can own a piece of art that was owned by me” (an even less tangible bragging point than simply owning an NFT wow that’s an achievement) and the most important update- “I want a French Bulldog”! Oh and he said “that’s like one I did myself” in his fanart channel to a pic of a tiny crocheted illustration of Louis and Harry holding up a rainbow flag. Didya Liam?? (...Liam is crocheting??) Anyway I recognize who it’s supposed to be because it’s based on a familiar piece of fanart, but Liam definitely might NOT realize it’s meant to be someone specific, and tbh I’m more <eyeballs> at him saying that at the rainbow flag crocheted thing than at it being shippy.

Our Song acoustic version is out this Friday!! And Niall talked about NH3 some in an interview today; “I’m in the studio most days, it feels really good. I’m kinda in the latter stages of it and then I’ll go get a band together and go in and record the whole thing. I’ve just kind of been writing for the past 9 or 10 months and really enjoying it” and “It sounds like a complete album. God knows when it’s coming out because I’d like to be able to get around the world to see all the fans as well” and “It’s different. It sounds a lot more grown up. I’m 27 so it’s about time. I really wanted to kinda cement a sound. The singles I’ve released previously have all been kinda different sounds. I would like to have my ballad sound & like a cemented uptempo sound.” He and Anne Marie also talked about one of the other songs they wrote together saying, “It’s kind of like a, how do you describe it- guitar driven meets Tom Petty meets Katy Perry meets…” but say “We haven’t really decided if we are putting it out yet, the conversations are kinda happening... but it’s completely different (from Our Song).”

#liam payne #whyyyy so confusing #niall horan #louis tomlinson #YES BABE please do bake off now PLEASE #Harry styles #looking so good even though those shorts are AWFUL IMO hilariously frumpy #love that #14 jun 21 #overall I do not think liam should get any more dogs #but a small dog he took everywhere with him would be ADORABLE #(more dogs than he has previously owned I mean he currently has no dogs)

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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I don’t know if it’s too much to ask, but when you’re done with all your requests, can you please do a part 2 of getting to know you?❤️

Hello darling!💕 Thank you for the request and I’m so sorry it took me so long; I was waiting for Cherry to come out to write this and I also have time to finally write. I hope you like it!💕 *CHERRY SPOLIERS*

A/n: Hello my loves! I just wanted to say that these kind of fics are the closest I will get to writing for Cherry. I will not be writing about the characters in the story, I will only be writing about the filming process, working with Tom, etc. Now that I mentioned that, I wanted to let you all know that this is going to be a bit more of a happier fic! I see a lot of people writing about the hard parts of filming Cherry so I thought why not have a little fun one? I’m sure they had some laughs on set, I briefly remember Ciara and Tom mentioning it. But yeah that’s all, enjoy the fic! Ally xx

💌.

I’m Really Happy You’re Here

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Tom watched you from a distance. From where he was, he could hear the sound of your bubbly laugh and see that bright smile on your face. Your smile was contagious. The way your eyes crinkled at the ends and how your smile squished into your cheeks was something he’s grown fond of over the past eight weeks. Though the difference from the previous weeks was that your cheeks were fuller and the bleak expressions of Emily did not shadow your face anymore.

The last eight weeks of filming have been rough. Both on you and him, along with the rest of the cast and crew. Having to begin filming with the ‘Dope Life’ section of the movie was not a pleasant way of starting a months long project. He felt drained after every shoot, spending his time on set crying, kicking, and screaming. Not to mention he was also starving himself to enhance the ‘druggy’ look on his features. After those eight weeks they had to transition into the part of Cherry’s life where he’s falling in love with Emily. The transition from being an addict to becoming a lovesick college student was a tricky one for Tom. The sudden switch in the film’s dynamic, made Tom doubt himself. From the intense scenes and screaming to being all loving and sweet, he was self-conscious that he was not doing enough. Though you were quick to debunk his doubts. You kept your promise of being there for him and gave him the freedom to be vulnerable. You didn’t judge him, you listened to him ramble and understood the struggles he was facing. Because of this, you helped him through the transition of druggy to lovesick college student.

It wasn’t hard to act like he was falling in love you. You have been so supportive and patient with him during the previous weeks that he’s grown to adore you. On and off set you made sure he knew you were not only his co-worker but his friend. When he had a rough day, you were there to pick him up. Or that one time when he had a bit of a panic attack and you were instantly by his side to guide him out of it. There were many reasons as to why you are so dear to him, he could have gone on for days listing them. But overall, it was your lovable nature that lured him in since the very beginning he’s met you.

He felt like Cherry in that one scene you guys shot in the classroom. The one where he’s gazing at Emily and admiring her features. Except you didn’t stare back at him, instead you were having a very animated conversation with your makeup artist and one of the stylists. You were dressed in Emily’s clothes, white stockings, a jean skirt, and that cherry pink jacket with flowers embroidered onto it. He thought you looked so adorable and carefree kicking around leaves with your brown ankle boots and playfully swinging your arms around. Tom felt his lips unconsciously twitch upwards at the sight of you.

Harry, who had been eyeing his older brother, nudged him roughly. Tom whips around to look at him, sending him a glare for rudely interrupting his train of thought.

“What?” Tom hissed.

Harry smirked, motioning to you, “(Y/n) looks really pretty today.” Tom distinctly squints an eye at Harry before looking over his shoulder. The glare for his brother softening once you come into view.

“I mean, doesn’t she always? She’s a beautiful woman.”

“And you’re absolutely whipped.” Harry remarked with a smug grin on his face.

“So I can’t call someone beautiful without being absolutely whipped for them now?” Tom retorted crossing his arms. Harry raised his hands up defensively, “You can mate, chill. I’m just saying that because you’re literally staring at her with a stupid love haze in your eyes.”

“No I’m not.” Tom scoffed, hoping to get his brother off his case. Harry stared at him blankly and rolled his eyes, “Whatever, they want you on your mark.”

The filming location was a secluded park located somewhere in Cleveland. The park was set up to appear as a cemetery, gray gravestones were placed on the ground and gothic statues scattered the place. The scene was supposed to be a meaningful one for Cherry and Emily. Emily was going to be telling Cherry about her abusive father and he was going to tell her he loved her.

Tom sat on the grass and leaned against the stone statue where his mark was located. He looked around his surroundings in curiosity. A few feet away from him was the crew, the Russos, and a tent that sheltered the monitors. He breathed in, wallowing in the crisp air of Cleveland’s autumn weather. It was a bit chilly, but not to the point where you were shivering and left with chattering teeth. The vintage looking jacket he was given and the black beanie on his head was enough to keep him warm. His eyes continued to wander around the park, shifting along the trees and studying the clusters of yellow and orange.

“Hey you.” Your gentle voice breaks through the quiet murmurs of nature and the crew surrounding him. Tom’s eyes instantly set themselves upon your figure, their focus on you and only you. The trees and cameras behind you faded in the background. His gaze followed your figure as you moved to sit beside him.

“Hey.” His voice is soft making you hum in response. Being the gentleman he was, Tom held out his hand to help you sit on the ground. You quietly thank him. He watches as you rest your head against the stone and shut your eyes.

“Still sleepy?” He chuckles nudging your shoulder. You giggle along, lazily nodding. Your eyes open again and he’s met with your stunning (eye color) orbs. They were bright and filled with joy even though you were clearly tired.

You turn your head to the side to face him, “I barely got any sleep last night.”

Tom’s brows drew together in concern, “Why didn’t you get any sleep?”

“I may or may not have watched The Nun by myself last night.” You cringed. Tom let out a dramatic gasp, “Darling, why would you do that to yourself?”

“I was bored and I couldn’t find anything else to watch. I thought watching a horror movie would be a good idea, but I was wrong.” You explained, shaking your head at yourself. You breathed out a laugh, remembering how terrified you were the night before.

Tom joined you, also shaking his head. “Why didn’t you ask Harry and I to join? We could’ve watched it for movie night. Then you wouldn’t have to be alone and you’d have two body guards to protect you from the scary nun.” He teased you poking your side. You squeaked and swatted his finger away.

“You guys were going out for dinner. I thought you might want to have some quality time with your brother.” You stifled a yawn, your nose scrunching after, making Tom pout at your sleepy state. He glanced in front of him to see everyone still occupied in side conversations. The Russos were haunched behind the tent discussing things about the scene.

Tom turns back to you and motions to his lap. You give him a questioning look. You glance at his lap, not completely understanding him. Tom followed your stare, realizing that you were probably getting the wrong message.

“Oh! No—I meant that you could sleep on my lap or something. I don’t think we’re gonna start filming for a few more minutes, so I thought you might want to squeeze in a little nap.” He explained, words jumbling together in panic. Your heart swelled at how sweet Tom was.

The two of you were silent, staring at each other before bursting out in laughter. Tom squeezed his eyes shut, fingers holding his temples, “God, I’m sorry, that was embarrassing.”

You chuckled resting your head on his shoulder, “It’s okay, you had good intentions.” When your laughs die down, you look up at him. “Does your offer for the nap still stand? I think I can use it.”

“Of course it does.” Tom shifts so there’s space on his thigh for you to rest your head on. He helps you lay down, fixing your hair so it’s not in your face. He leaves a hand to play with the strands, mesmerized at how luscious it was. He notices that he’s probably invading your space and pulls his hand away, apologizing.

You make a noise of disagreement, pulling his hand back. “It’s ok, feels nice.” You mumble, eyes closing and a content expression on your face. Tom played with your hair; being careful to not tangle any strands or pull on them too hard. He couldn’t help but study your features. To name a few, he took the time to memorize the way your lashes brushed against your cheeks, the shape of your nose, and the curve of your lips. Your lips. They looked remarkably soft and had a tint of pink to them. Tom found his eyes flickering down at your lips the most than your other features.

He was so caught up in admiring you that he didn’t notice the words coming out of his mouth.

“I’m really happy you’re here.”

Your eyes snap open dancing with amusement. A toothy grin forms on your mouth.

“Did you just quote the movie?” You question him, referring to the previous scene you were both shooting a couple of days ago. Tom becomes flustered, the blood rushing to his fair cheeks.

“Yes, shut up.” He muttered, bouncing his thigh, causing your head to loll to the side. You giggle elbowing his stomach. “Well were you practicing your lines? ‘Cause they’re for the wrong scene, Tommy.” You tease him.

Tom playfully rolls his eyes and looks down at you. His hands were still tangled in your hair, the soft strands like silk in between his fingers. “No, I know that—but I’m serious. I’m really happy you’re here with me. I know I’ve told you this so many times but I can’t imagine filming this movie with anyone else. And you’ve been so loyal and trusting, I feel so comfortable with you. You’ve always had my back and I’m really thankful for that. So thank you for—being you.”

You give him a lopsided grin, “You know, you don’t have to always thank me. We made a promise to always have each other’s back. I’m one to keep my word but at the same time you’re my friend, Tom. I’m not being nice to fulfill a promise, I genuinely care about you.” Tom beams while you continue.

“It honestly goes both ways, I should also be thanking you. The beginning of filming was very taxing and somehow you’ve made it bearable for me to come into work not worrying about losing my shit on everyone. So thank you, Tom.” You finish, reaching out to interlock your fingers with his free hand.

Tom sighs happily, “I guess we’re just happy to have each other, huh?”

“Yeah.” You agree, eyes trained on the way his giant hand enveloped yours. A peaceful silence lays upon the both of you. The melody of birds chirping and the sound of Tom’s breathing fill the air as you drift off to sleep.

Bonus:

Tom feels your hand loosen in his grip, your interlocked fingers resting on your stomach. He felt your stomach steadily raising up and down to the pace of your breathing. His hands remained where they were; one playing with your hair and the other holding one of your hands.

Joe approaches the both of you, gesturing to the position you and Tom were in. Though you were unaware, napping on Tom’s lap.

“Is this how you guys want to film the scene? We were gonna have you sitting beside each other instead.” Joe stood above you and Tom with his hands on his hips.

“I think this is actually better—don’t get me wrong, sitting beside each other and cuddling is pretty affectionate. But I think having someone rest their head on your lap is another level of intimacy.” Tom reasoned. He wanted to extend the amount of time you could ‘nap’ but he also thought the scene would be much better if your head was cradled on his lap. Personally, he believed it would show the audience how comfortable Cherry and Emily were with each other.

Joe nods his head, “Yeah, I get what you mean. I think I like that better, to be honest. What do you think, (Y/n)? Is Tom’s lap comfortable enough for you to shoot a few scenes on?” Joe asks, teasing you towards the end. He’s met with no response. He raises a brow at you, “Is she asleep?”

“Yup, long night.” Tom chuckled, running his hand through your hair soothingly.

Joe chuckles as well, “Is she all good though?”

“Oh, she’s fine. She just watched The Nun by herself and couldn’t catch any sleep after.” Tom reassured him.

“Ahh, alright.” Joe snickers, moving to make his way back to the crew. “She’s got a good 10 to 15 minutes to squeeze in a nap, monitors are acting up.”

“Gotcha’ boss.” Tom mentally notes, resuming to bask in the nature around him and your presence.

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myenterpriseisparked · 3 years

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Hi! I see from a while back that you did a hogwarts house analysis for LOTR characters and I wondered if you would be interested in doing it for the Voyager crew?

Sure! Lemme just *dusts Harry Potter part of brain off* clean this thing up. It's been awhile since I've thought about Hogwarts houses but this should be fun!

Captain Janeway - Honestly, she's a little tough to pin down. On one hand, her risk-taking habits and self-sacrificial attitude in the name of saving her crew make her seem like a Gryffindor. On the other hand, so much of her character is defined by curiosity and a desire to gain knowledge, which would make her a Ravenclaw. I think she could go into either house, but I'm going to stick her in Gryffindor because I think her Gryffindor traits slightly outweigh her Ravenclaw traits. Also she made the physical embodiment of Fear itself feel afraid and if that ain't the most Gryffindor thing you've ever heard IDK what to tell ya.

Chakotay - Hufflepuff, but a VERY CHAOTIC Hufflepuff. A lot of his character is defined by loyalty to the crew and Kathryn and caring for the crew and Kathryn. While he shares some of Janeway's recklessness and they both serve a parental role on the ship, Chakotay's character seems to rely a lot on connections/relationships with other people and this makes him feel more Hufflepuff-y. That being said, he's the Hufflepuff who will literally punch you across the face if you're talking shit about his friends and make a few dad jokes along the way (gosh I love him).

Tuvok - Hot take, but I think Tuvok is a Gryffindor. Dude literally broke the rules of being a Vulcan so many times as a youngster and then decided to become a security officer for Starfleet. He's got a level of chaos to him and it feels very Gryffindor-y to me. Though he's driven by logic, his logic is used to calculate acceptable risks and to tell fear to buzz off. Very Gryffindor.

Tom Paris - A Hufflepuff who's trying really hard to look like a Gryffindor. Dude's been chasing the desire to feel something his whole life. He's a himbo hotshot pilot. Underneath all of that, though, is a desire to prove himself to his loved ones and keep them safe. He's a history geek who just wants to curl up with his wife on the couch and watch cartoons. His desire for deep connections with people is another classic sign of a Hufflepuff.

Harry Kim - Hot take, but Harry is a Slytherin. While he has a lot of traits that would let him fit in any house, I ultimately put him here because so much of his story is about Harry striving to reach something. He's reaching for a promotion, he's reaching to make their sensors/engines/shields better. He's reaching for good relationships with the crew. He's reaching for home. His character is centered around a desire to keep being better in every area of his life. He's also very clever; he comes up with so many solutions to so many problems and a lot of times it's because he thinks differently from a lot of the other senior officers. Very Slytherin.

B'Elanna Torres - Ravenclaw. She doesn't like rules set by other people, she's constantly seeking new knowledge, and she likes to have her own space. It takes a lot of time to earn her trust and a deeper friendship takes even longer to build.

The EMH - Slytherin. He's ambitious and he's very clever. Need I say more?

Neelix - Hufflepuff. Seems like an obvious answer, but Neelix's character is all about hospitality, loyalty to the crew, and building relationships with people.

Kes - She could fit is a few houses, but I think I'm going to put her in Ravenclaw. Like Neelix, a lot of her character is centered around building relationships with other characters, but the difference is that her relationship-building is the result of carefully studying people's behavior. She's also very clever, even in her more "nurturing" moments (like when she suggests that the Doctor might need to experience being sick to improve his bedside manner and then proceeds to infect him past when the "sickness" was supposed to clear up to prove a point). She also soaks up knowledge and experiences like a sponge. Part of it is because her species are naturally fast learners, but she also has a true love of learning that causes her to go to the surface of her planet at the risk of never seeing her family and friends again just so she can see the sun and to later leave Voyager in pursuit of understanding the new kind of being she has become.

Seven - Seven is also hard to pin down because she's a complicated character, but I'm going to put her in Ravenclaw. The Borg in general are driven by a pursuit of knowledge, which is something Seven carries over into her life after being severed from the collective. She's a stickler for efficiency, wields logic like a weapon, and studies the life around her.

Thanks for the ask! If I missed any characters you want me to analyze lemme know!

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parkers-gal · 3 years

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I adore your ag inspired imagines! Would you be able to do one about Tom helping reader record Rain On Me and film the music video because it's out of her comfort zone and she needs help getting into it and having tom around helps her come out of her shell? Rain On Me is my favourite Ariana song and she looked stunning in the music video. Gaga and Ariana really are a match made in heaven! Have a wonderful day :)

loved this !!!

requests are open

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You were finishing up in hair and makeup. Tom had come with you to set today, and he brought Harry along. They thought it’d be a good opportunity to catch memories. You, on the other hand, disagreed. The clothes they had put you in told you a lot about the video. You’d already been to dance rehearsal and costume rehearsal, but there were no cameras or people or set designs officially there.

You loved Rain On Me. You loved Gaga, you loved working with her and relating to her; she was such a bright spirit, and the two of you truly bounced back off of one another. It helped in your songwriting too, because Rain On Me was about getting out of that toxic headspace and letting yourself be free. It was about standing up for yourself.

You pondered if the makings of the music video would be harder than the production of the song itself.

You were right.

Making your way onto set, you saw Tom. He smiled the minute his eyes landed on you; he’d never seen you in such a costume before. He loved it already.

“Hey baby,” he gave you a quick peck. “You look amazing. Gaga’s waiting for you.”

You smiled, remaining silent as you made your way in front of the camera. It had never been this way before. You never got this worked up over filming something, especially your own song. Music is your life, your safe haven and your protective zone. Very rarely does it ever suffocate you.

“We ready?” Robert, the director, asked.

Gaga nodded enthusiastically, and you gave him a watered down version of hers.

“Take 1 in three.. Two.. one.. Action!”

Music filled your ears as you danced from your memory, with your feet and without emotion. You knew it was noticeable. You wanted to throw up.

“Cut,” he glanced at the lighting guy, giving a few directions before redirecting his attention to you. “L/N,” he hummed. “Can you give me more?”

You nodded, and Take two began. You did this four more times before they stopped the music. “L/N,” he stepped away from the camera man, into your view. “I need… more,” he gestured with his hands. “This video is about energy and fighting off the bad and I’m not getting that from you. You’re like a dead puppy in every shot. I need more energy, more life. Try being more enthusiastic.”

You nodded, again without words, fighting back tears of frustration and anxiety.

“Let’s take it from the top.”

Again you went, changing nothing, and Robert eventually cut the take short again. “L/N,” he sounded like he was getting frustrated. “We need this done today if you want the video out. Do we need another dress rehearsal?”

“I’m sorry,” you spoke quietly. You had the attention of a few crew members, Tom and Harry glancing at you worriedly from behind the camera. “I just don’t feel very confident doing this. Is there any way we could change something?”

“This is the whole concept of the video,” producer Mike stepped forward. “It’d take weeks before we could film, and that’s without the covid. We do this now or we have no video at all.”

“Excuse me,” Tom made his way past a few people, nudging by before he was standing in front of you, next to the director. Robert and Mike let you two talk while they took a break.

“Hey, baby,” he loosely held both of your hands. “What’s up?” he stroked your hair, moving it away from your face “What’s going through that beautiful brain of yours?”

“I just…” you sniffled, attempting to keep yourself together. “This is really out of my comfort zone. Everything looks so different I just don’t know how to- how to-”

“Hey hey,” he pulled you into his chest, “it’s alright, love.”

After a few quiet minutes, he broke the silence. “What if I… did it with you?”

“What?” you carefully wiped your cheeks. “You can’t be in the video.”

“No… but nobody said I can’t do it from behind the camera.”

You looked up at him lovingly, smiling genuinely for the first time that day. “Yeah.” You spoke softly. “Yeah, I like that.”

“Good,” he gave you one final kiss on your head before telling the director to start another take.

On the first take, you burst out laughing because of how ridiculous you thought Tom looked, trying to do the choreography while smiling and singing to you. Take after take you went, each time giving your all. It almost became competition, who could be more energetically sexy while lip syncing. In the end, the director had gotten more than enough takes, a few with you laughing in the middle of them.

Leaving the set, you ran over to Tom, hugging him as he barely caught you in his arms, hugging you back with a chuckle.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Gaga came over to the two of you after speaking to one of the producers. “You did good today, Y/N!” she smiled, hugging you. “You helped a lot, Tom,” she smiled, leaving the two of you as Tom blushed.

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writetorace · 4 years

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Hard To Be Alone Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom is away filming is Barcelona and seeing the fans photos everyday makes you miss him more

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing

A/N: feedback is appreciated

It was another day you woke up to an empty bed. You thought that you would get used to it with Tom being away filming regularly, but you didn't. Instead, you became accustomed to hugging his pillow in his absence, his scent being embedded in the fibres. Grabbing Tom's pink hoodie is only a further reminder that he isn't here and a pouty frown makes its way onto your face. Even the hoodie smells like him, but it reminds you of what hugging him is like as you are enveloped in his scent.

Making your way downstairs you come across Sam who was making an omelette for himself. Pulling the sleeves down to cover your hands, you wrap your arms around yourself and go to sit at the counter. "Missing Tom? I know how you feel, when I went with him I missed Elysia so much."

Giving Sam a weak smile you responded "I just miss him so much, every time I think it will be different, or I won't miss him as much, but that's just not true. I think I miss him more. I should be used to it, I know, but honestly, I just miss him." Your shoulders were slumped, but you were glad that you had someone that you could talk to about it. "How did you and Elysia manage?"

Turning his gaze away from you, he flipped his omelette onto a plate. "Honestly, it was challenging, but we managed. The key was communication. I know that you and Tom talk every day, but sometimes one of us had to visit the other, seeing them in person is just so different. I know you and Tom, you will make it through this."

Sam sat down next to you, placing the plate between the both of you, handing you one of two forks. "I really want to go and see him, but I don't want to distract him. He seems to be really enjoying himself." Taking a bite of the omelette, your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the taste. "When did you get so good at omelettes?"

Nudging Sam, he laughed, "I've always been good at omelettes, you've just never had mine before. Anyway, I'm going to speak to Harry and see when he and Tom are free to visit. You need to see your boyfriend, and I need to see my twin."

Turning to Sam, you hugged him, "I don't know how to thank you, Sam, but thank you!" Sam was always someone that you could count on, and this just further proved your point. He was always looking out for others before himself.

Tom couldn't help but noticed the smugness written across Harry's face after he got off the phone with Sam. It was clear that they were twins with how close they were to each other. When Harry wouldn't say anything to Tom about the phone call, it angered him. The two of them never kept secrets, especially when they were away filming. He just told Tom to be ready and waiting, for what he didn't know.

Your flight wasn't very long, but it felt like a lifetime until the plane touched down on Spanish soil. The heat and humidity were the first things that you felt, instantly heating your skin. The flight wasn't overly crowded, so you and Sam ended up being sat across one row.

Walking towards the exit with your luggage in hand, it was easy to spot Harry. He was waiting for you, leaning on a wall with his camera around his neck. He really didn't go anywhere without it. Harry took in your appearance, still wearing the pink hoodie, your hair scraped into a bun.

"Wow. You look a mess." Sam laughed at his twins' remark. Harry always one for pleasantries.

"Yeah, a hot mess. How's Tom, I haven't had the chance to speak to him today, you know with the whole flight." Both the twins laughed at your comment.

"To say he's even more of an ass would be an understatement. He's been up my back since we organised this." You could imagine Tom pacing his trailer, running his hands through his hair, shouting at Harry when he wouldn't tell him anything.

Arriving on set was complicated, Harry had to radio different crew members to see where Tom was as to avoid him. Once you got in Tom's trailer, you got changed, knowing that he would recognise his hoodie in an instant. Placing a mask on, you finally felt like your plan was coming together.

Moving your hair into your face, you made your way into the crowd of fans. They were dotted along the outskirts of the set, all waiting for a glimpse at your boyfriend. Without fail for the past weeks, he had stopped to take photos with the fans.

Just like any other day, he arrived. You had received a message from Harry when they would be nearing the group of fans you were amongst. Before the doors of the van opened, you could hear the screams of the fans, all going crazy at the chance of just catching a glimpse of the Tom Holland, your Tom Holland.

Rushing to the front of the crowd, you couldn't wait to see your boyfriend. Resisting the urge to call his name, you just reached towards him, hoping to catch his attention. He made his way down the crowd, entirely skipping past you. Just as you were about to huff and walk away, Harry nudged him in your direction.

When Tom couldn't see your face properly, he tried to duck down to see it. Instead, you chose to lift your head up when he took the photo. Checking that it turned out alright, he did a double-take between you and the image. Smiles spread across both of your faces, it was obvious Tom was smiling, his eyes always gave it away.

Reaching towards you, he pulled you from the crowd and into his arms. You were home. "Darling, what are you doing here?" Tom's voice cooed in your ear. His arms still wrapped tightly around you.

"It was Harry and Sam's idea, I just missed you so much."

"I saw Sam, but I thought he came alone. Those sneaky fuckers!" He couldn't believe that his brothers had thought of such a foolproof plan in a short space of time.

Tom led you to the van, never taking his hands off of you, almost as if he was afraid to let you go. When you got back to his trailer, the first thing he noticed was his pink hoodie laid over one of the countertops. Smiling more to himself, he realised you must have been wearing it as he didn't take it with him.

Walking towards you, he captured your lips with his. He could taste the vanilla on your chapstick, your lips gliding against one another. Pulling away for breath, you rested your forehead against his, keeping close to each other.

"I love you, y/n. I'm so glad you came to surprise me, but it's my last day here. We fly to Atlanta tomorrow, I'll see if I can pull some strings to get you to come with me." Your heart sank with the possibility of having to leave him so soon, but Atlanta did sound good.

"Nap?" Tom always knew you so well. Nodding you, both settled on the small bed in the trailer, wrapped up in each other's embrace only to be woken by the shutter of Harry's camera. A photo to be treasured forever.

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peeterparkr · 4 years

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perfidy;tom holland|1

chapter 1: the script

enemies to lovers au

story summary: Tom and you have been sworn enemies since you were young. However, you happened to be best friends with the twins. When one of your friends challenged you to break Tom’s heart, you immediately accepted to get back at him for all the times he’s hurt you. Old feelings might come back, while both of you try to go past your pride and your lies.

chapter summary: the first time he broke your heart

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings: swearing, flashback in italics, juuuuuust slightly angsty but not really

word count: 3.9k

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As you know, Limits of Desire is coming to an end so I’m starting this new series. I’m very excited for this! Maybe it’ll flop but I like the idea, so I hope you like it too!

You were running late. Your alarm had not gone off and you were currently running around your apartment. Your wet hair was leaving droplets around the kitchen as you quickly devoured a cereal and tried to apply your makeup at the same time. You needed to look presentable, you’d have an interview to be an official writer on the series you currently interned at.

Everything was going too quickly this morning for your own convenience, it seemed like you were running out of time and it seemed like nothing was real. It didn’t feel real, but it was. You were trying to catch your breath as the excitement and nerves were tickling your skin.

A writing assistant/intern/coffee-runner was all you were by now, but you didn’t want to give up. Everybody’s got dreams and maybe yours were closer each day. You knew you’d have your big breakout one day, maybe it was closer than you could think of.

But everything had seemed to be stopped suddenly, as soon as good things were coming down your way, life would bring in more and more pebbles to your path. Just like the day before, everything was ready but your car, however, had decided to stop working, and of course you had been stuck under the rain in London.

Cue to the next day, to this morning when you had overslept and your nose was slightly red, and you had no transportation. You believed life hated you, but you ended up not worrying, everything would turn out to be fine even if all the odds were constantly turning around for you.

You had called your best friend, and he had assured you he’d be there to give you a ride. Seemed like he was the guardian angel that you so much needed in your life at the moment. Besides, you were excited to see him, you’d barely seen him in the last few months, his new girlfriend was taking him away from you. And you weren’t jealous, you’d still have Sam, but Sam was too busy with his own things so whenever you went to visit Harry you’d end up stuck with his older brother, whom, thank you very much, you despised.

You heard the usual claxon honking outside your building, you grabbed your coat and bag and rushed downstairs.

Harry would be picking you up and he’d probably give you a very needed pep-talk to get you ready.

You ran to the car as you felt butterflies inside your stomach. It’s alright to be nervous, you guessed, it was the opportunity of a lifetime.

But life was once more proving to you how much it could suck.

“I thought Harry was picking me up,” you stated as soon as you saw who was behind the wheel. Tom looked up from his phone and dedicated a corny smirk, you could even see a wink under his sunglasses.

“He got some stuff to do, you’re stuck with me,” Tom said.

“Was Sam not available?” You groaned.

“Work.”

“Haz?” You asked with hope.

“He had a shoot.”

“Paddy?” You were desperate.

“Oh, fuck’s sake y/n, be thankful I came. I was about to leave, took you long enough, you know makeup won’t do you miracles.”

You rolled your eyes as you opened the door and hopped into the car. You pulled out your phone to avoid any further conversation.

“You know, I’m no uber,” he sassed.

“I know, uber drivers are usually nice,” you snapped.

Tom started the car.

“I brought you tea,” he said as he eyed the cup with a smirk.

You frowned staring at it.

“I didn’t poison it, y/n,” Tom said condescendingly.

You slowly picked it up, “Thanks,” sceptically, you took a sip.

“I did spit on it, though,” Tom grinned.

You widened your eyes and glared at him. “Oh fuck off, Tom.”

“Oh, you’re gonna be that way?” Tom frowned. “You know I could pull over right here and you’d have to walk to your precious interview,” he snapped.

You sighed. “I’m sorry,” you rolled your eyes. “Did you really spit on it?”

“No, I’m kidding, y/n, gee you don’t have to take everything that serious,” He chuckled as you flipped him off.

“I don’t trust you,” you admitted.

“I know you don’t,” he laughed. “Which is the reason as to why I didn’t even have to do anything with the tea, your sole mind is doing the trick.”

You remained quiet. The ride was going to be very long.

“Are you nervous?” He turned slightly to look at you.

“A little,” you confessed.

“Ya goin’ to pitch a screenplay?” He asked.

You shook your head. “I...uh, not really.”

“Good, they wouldn’t like your writing anyway,” Tom cornily input. “Bit cheesy.”

You clenched your jaw. “They liked your acting, didn’t they?”

He scoffed. “Remind me who’s got a career.”

You stayed quiet and looked out the window. He pursed his lips.

“I’m sorry,” he broke the silence, and it seemed real. “I was joking, you’ll do amazing.”

“You really don’t have to try to make conversation, you know?” You said, slightly hurt.

There was no easy way to explain your relationship with the Holland’s. With each member of the family, you had your history.

Your mum was best friends with Nikki since diapers, they had been to school together, roommates at college and even their respective maids of honour. Naturally, they had expected you to be friends with all her kids. You were sure your mother and Nikki had had the fantasy of their kids playing in the garden, while they enjoyed a mean cup of tea. You were also sure they both had had the stupid fantasy of one of their kids falling in love growing up and becoming best friends with the others.

And it kind of went like that, growing up with them in your house, birthday parties with them, some Christmas, New Years. Always together. You knew them perfectly. Too much for your own convenience.

You were friends, at least with the twins and Paddy. There had been no trouble with the twins, the three of you got along perfectly. Sam, Harry and you had been inseparable since you were young, even if you were slightly older than them. You had hit it off right away. Even if they were fighting between them, you’d always be alright with them. It was a very innocent friendship.

Especially with Harry, both of you had shown your interest in films and cinema from a very young age. You’d be seen together always with a camera on your hands and directing Sam and Tom to act. You’d come up with the stories and Harry would help you bring them to life. Usually, your homemade movies came out fine, even if they usually involved hours of you and Tom fighting.

Especially since you lacked crew, the four of you would end up playing roles you never really liked.

But Harry would always bring out the camera your parents would borrow and film everything. Thanks to that, you’d have a lot of memories of your childhood on video. Even the ones you didn’t want to remember.

Tom always wanted to be in front of the cameras, but since you were the only girl at the time, you’d often be paired up with him. That’s when you stopped coming up with romantic stories, you really didn’t want to even hold hands with Tom,

Tom, Tom was complicated. Older than you, and extremely annoying. You had been “ friends” when you were kids, but he seemed to always have a reason to bother you. It was extremely annoying. When you were only toddlers, you got along fine, but of course what problems could toddlers possibly have.

But you grew up, and Tom possibly, no, he definitely was the worst kid you could have ever possibly imagined. He never wanted to share anything, he would always whine and he’d throw tantrums. And he’d pull your hair and he wouldn’t let you play and he’d go running to his mum to cry to complain if you ever won while playing together. He, very maturely, would stick his tongue out whenever you spoke, and he’d push you, and he’d mimic you. Now, now, if you were completely honest you weren’t good friends, you’d both always end up on the floor fighting each other. You would always pride yourself on being able to take him down. More than once you had been on top of him, after an innocent and childish wrestle.

However, you were getting tired of never being able to have 5 minutes without him insulting or bothering you. Because even with everything, you found the boy cute. Whenever he wasn’t bothering you, he was nice, he was remotely kind. It was cute. It wasn’t that you guys didn’t get along, well, you didn’t, but it seemed that Tom wasn’t able to be decent around you.

He had his good moments, like whenever he would be a gentleman and give you the first cookie, or whenever he would cut a flower and give it to you, but of course, that was usually followed by dirt being thrown at your face, as if he was trying to make a point.

And he’d constantly confuse you and your stupid little heart, which would make you blush whenever he decided to be remotely kind.

And you cursed the day your mother and Nikki had said the following words;

“He bothers you because he has a crush on you,” Nikki had said.

“That’s true, boys want attention and the only way he’s getting your attention is by being annoying. He likes you.”

And being the stupid 6 yeared old you were, you changed the way you viewed Tom, and finally became completely foolishly smitten with him. Very stupid decision. Because, really, whoever came up with that theory was very stupid. Why would you bother someone you like? And why would people go on around telling girls that guys treating them badly would mean they loved them. It was fucked up, wasn’t it? Of course, now you were older and you didn’t believe in any of that bullshit. Because at the end of the day, that’s all it was, pure horseshit.

But of course, you didn’t know well back then, so after they told you Tom had a crush on you, you, it started, the stupid decision to crush on him more. And you started to act differently, and initially, he noticed. He would ask why you would wear more dresses rather than the tomboy look you loved to have when younger, and he’d ask why you had stopped being fun. Because of course, you’d take longer to brush your hair and now you wouldn’t be playing soccer with him as much. You’d still let yourself wrestle him every now and then because that meant you could, if you took him down, hold his hands.

You were very stupid.

And you took your shot, because not only were you stupid, you had the balls. Which, looking back at it, only made you more of an idiot. But one day, just as you’d taken him down, and as he was trying to push you off of him, you decided to try something different.

“Calm down,” you had said just before you kissed his cheek, making the boy turn red and frozen to shock.

You hadn’t said anything else and you had quietly left him.

He had changed after that. It seemed like he had caught on to that, and he had stopped in a way, bothering you as much. Of course, he’d always bring in his childish games like burping in front of you, or proving how masculine and ‘better’ he was whenever you’d play anything. He’d still get angry at you whenever you beat him in a videogame or any game at all.

But something had changed. He’d now be nicer, in his own particular way. He’d be smiling more often and he’d give you more hugs, like children do. He’d let you use his favorite car, or let you be spiderman if you played.

Tom Holland had broken your heart several times throughout your life, that didn’t mean each time it hurt less, but you got used to it. You weren’t going to let him get near your heart ever again, or so you had promised yourself.

The first time he’d ever hurt you, you had been young. He was 10, you were 8. And you had taken the guts to finally tell him how you felt, in your own particular way. You’d told the twins, 7 back then, to help you.

And you had planned it perfectly, a new homemade movie. Your script consisted of you telling him you had a crush on him, and you had the guts to even write a kiss. And you were going to film it, and to this day you remembered it, and even if you didn’t want it, it was on camera.

“Alright, so the princess is going to…save the prince!” You explained to Tom. “Because she is in love with him!”

“Why does it have to be a princess?” Tom frowned. “Why not be a superhero! Besides, it should be me who saves the damsel!” Tom pushed.

“This is my movie, Thomas,” you complained.

“This is my movie, Thomas,” he mimicked. He groaned. “Why can’t I be the dragon? Why does Sam get to be the dragon?”

“Because you’re the prince!” You pushed.

He took the script off your hands. “What does it even say?” He asked as he read it. “This is stupid!”

“No, it’s not!”

Tom frowned. “Why would we kiss?” He wrinkled his nose as he stuck his tongue out.

“Because we like each other,” you explained.

“Why would anyone like you?” He sounded disgusted. “You’re ugly and stupid and you’re you!”

“Tom, Tom,” Harry said behind the camera. “It’s a movie, it’s pretend!”

“I don’t want to be in this movie anymore, less with her,” he frowned. “You’d have to be pretty stupid if you think I’d kiss you.”

“Maybe I am.”

“Everything you write is very stupid.” Because Tom and you had had boundaries, and he knew he was crossing the most important one.

“Tom that’s very mean,” you said.

“I’d rather eat a frog than kiss you.”

“She did this because she likes you,” Sam admitted, with a giggle. An innocent stunt a child pulls. “Tom and y/n!” Sam sang.

Tom walked past you. “Disgusting.”

And he left, and Harry pointed the camera at you. Your face was conflicted, and confused and sad.

Your first official heartbreak was on camera, and of course, you never watched it. You guessed your current feelings for Tom were derived form that one moment. You had been cold after that. And that was the first time you even truly cried because of him. But you were 8, it was stupid to cry over a boy.

Your mum understood why you had distanced yourself from him, for a while, at least. Even Nikki understood, so for a while, you didn’t visit the Holland’s household, and you’d only invite the twins.

And you were very petty and explicit if you ever were with the three brothers you’d use his words: “I’d rather eat a frog than have you come over.”

And the movies were ceasing, at least for a bit. But Tom did apologize, and you had been sure Nikki had forced him.

But he had come to your house with flowers on your 9th birthday and apologized, and you were sure he had written and learned the apology. But you were still very angry, and it wasn’t even because he had rejected you, it didn’t even have to do with the fact he had dared to reject you in the meanest way he could, but you were angry he had insulted your writing. From a very young age, your pride was even more

“I’m very sorry, y/n, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean your writing was stupid and I am sorry for calling you all that, I was the one being stupid,” he had said. “And I really want to stay friends with you, because I really like you as a friend. And you look pretty in that dress.”

You had looked at the flowers, gently took them in and said: “I like the flowers but I don’t like you and I don’t want to be friends but you can have cake, I guess.”

And he was slightly upset, you could tell. And then you walked away and placed the flowers on the bin. You were dramatic.

But he had had his revenge right there on your birthday, one stupid insignificant revenge, he had ‘accidentally’ tripped on your dress and dirtied your dress with cake.

And it had started, the war. Tom and you were constantly fighting and you were sure you were now sworn enemies. It started innocent, from little pranks to insults, to very hurtful pranks that had had you crying. But you were hanging out together again, at least in the same room, and now the videos weren’t movies anymore, they were just you and Harry sillying with the camera, or sometimes Sam. Even Tom. Creating memories, you guessed. You filmed everything, birthday parties, the first time either of you got drunk, proms, studying sessions and successes.

Tom and you were friends sometimes, sometimes you weren’t, sometimes he’d act like more than friends which would make you very untrusting.

There had been several more times when Tom had hurt you and he’d later apologize. It seemed like that’s the only thing he knew how to do, apologize without meaning it. Because an apology wears out when you keep on committing the same crimes.

But you’d always end up believing in him again, and he would pull the exact thing he’d always done, give you flowers and then throw dirt at your face.

But he was so complicated, so complicated. But you guessed your feelings were more complicated. You hated him, you couldn’t stand him. Whenever he was around you’d get annoyed. But there were sometimes, just like you were kids that you’d end up having nice times, like when he’d give you one of his favorite cookies, or when he let you play with his favorite controller.

Because he’d done things that were nice, very significant things. Like the time your boyfriend had broken up with you hours before prom and Tom had shown up at your house, tux and everything, maybe it was slightly awkward at first, but he’d been there to cheer you up. He had been decent then, even nice. You had even believed, for a bit, that he could like you. Of course, he stopped talking to you the very next day and then proceeded to say that you had pathetically begged him to go to prom with you. Even if Harry had on camera how Tom had picked you up and given you flowers, he denied it, saying you had been the one to ask him.

Yes, he was still an asshole.

Yet you never seemed to learn your lesson, he always managed to warm your heart just slightly and make you forget, at least for five minutes that you hated him . You never learned that he’d always end up hurting you, just like right now, you were in the car with your stomach hurting from listening to yet more hurtful words, even if he knew he had crossed the line he shouldn’t cross. And you wished you were somewhere else instead, because he knew he had poked on what he shouldn’t have poked, and you knew he was sure you wanted to cry. But it seemed like he loved doing that, his favourite sport. He loved to play with your heart.

Because Tom and you had an off and on relationship, the relationship being enemies. But sometimes, if you were true to yourself and to each other, you were nice. Just like right now, even in his own rude way, he was still driving you.

“I really do mean it, y/n,” Tom pushed again.

You ignored him.

“Y/N.”

“What? You meant I suck at writing?”

“I meant you were amazing,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re always sorry,” you sighed.

Tom bit his lip. “You know, you could...uh, send me one in an I could help you get to producers, or we could write one together, or I could produce one-”

“Thanks but I--”

“I know you want to make a name by yourself,” he sighed. “But I could help you in.”

“I know, I know, thanks, Tom,” you were merely saying this because you wanted to avoid any further conversation.

“And—uh, I’m really sorry for last week when—“

“Don’t bother, don’t worry,” you quickly silenced him before he could continue with the subject. You really didn’t want to get your head thinking on anything but the interview. Probably Tom was trying to sabotage you and that was the reason why he was bringing it up.

He played music. It seemed extremely awkward. But you didn’t want to give in to any kind of conversation, because if you did then you’d have to understand if today you were going to be decent or if you were going to be rude.

You didn’t want to be anything, you didn’t have the energy to fight with him and you didn’t have the energy to pretend and be nice. It usually was his call, you just played along unless you were in the mood for something. It was either fight or flight with him.

His phone rang, and he gulped as he saw it was Harry calling. He answered it with the free hands mode anyway.

“Tom—Where’s the car? Fuck, I overslept, I didn’t set my alarm.” Harry seemed rushed.

“I took it,” Tom explained.

“No wait, I forgot I had to drive y/n—Shit I’m gonna call her.”

“No need man,” Tom cleared his throat.

You raised your brows.

“Tom, fuck, I know you guys are very angry again but this is very important to her, like—“

“I know,” Tom seemed anxious listening to his brother.

“I need the bloody car, don’t be an asshole,” Harry stated.

“You don’t need it,” Tom pushed.

“Tom—“

“Hi, Harry,” you chipped in. “He’s driving me.”

“Wait—what?” Harry was shocked.

“I was up early, tried to wake you up but since I saw you were definitely not waking up I grabbed the keys and I’m driving her,” Tom explained.

You raised your brows, perplexed. So today, he had decided it, he was your friend.

“What?” It seemed that Harry was as confused as you were.

“Yeah, I’m here,” you said.

“Y/N I’m so sorry I completely forgot last night to set it,” Harry apologized.

“No worries,” you chuckled. “I overslept, too.”

“Are you being held against your will? Is Tom not trying to kill you?” Harry asked.

“No, I’ll do that later,” Tom laughed.

“Well—uh, I’ll—“

“See you later, man,” Tom hung up quickly.

You stared at him. “I don’t want to know what you’re up to. But now I’m even more scared of being in this car with you.”

“Can’t I be nice?” Tom smirked.

“No, you can’t,” you stated. “But—thank you.”

And you would believe Tom was being nice, but you knew that he wasn’t doing this to be your friend, he was probably feeling guilty about last week. This was just another empty apology.

But you could live with it today.

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Q and A

This is a TICKLE fic

Platonic Tom Holland x Reader

Requested by: @itzme1762

Summary: While doing a live Q and A with your Marvel co-star Tom Holland, the fans ask him a very interesting question about you that he is also curious to know the answer to.

You and Chris Evans had just wrapped on your scene, and you were finished for the day. You were walking with him to go eat dinner with some of the cast and crew who were on set this particular day. You were really excited to finally have a break and sit down and visit with everyone. The past three days since you began shooting had been very busy and tiring, yet you were so happy. You loved what you were doing. Marvel was like your second family.

As you and Chris walked next to each other, he told you all about his dog, Dodger, and how much he already missed him. You told him about your dog as well and you showed each other pictures and videos on your phones until you made it to dinner.

“Hey everyone!” You said excitedly. Everyone replied with smiles and waves. Downey jumped to his feet and came over giving you a hug and kisses on the cheek.

“How are you, Y/n/n?” Robert asked, squeezing you to his side.

You sat next to him at dinner and talked to him, as well as Scarlett, Hemsworth, Lizzie, Mark, and Sebastian. There were a lot of other cast and crew members at other tables as well. You had been listening to their conversations as you ate, but the whole time you had been wondering where someone was. This person you had missed like crazy- Tom Holland. He was younger like you, so you could relate to each other. Your families had become good friends as well. You thought about texting him to see if he was here, but you figured he was really busy and didn’t want to bother him. Probably with Spider-Man stuff.

“Robert?” You asked, leaning in to your co-star.

“Yes?”

“Is Tom here?”

Just then, Tom Holland walked in with his brother, Harry, chatting up a storm with everyone. Robert smiled at you and you jumped to your feet, making your way over to him.

“Y/N!” Tom shouted, running over to you and picking you up in a hug.

You couldn’t help but giggle, and you were smiling ear to ear.

“I missed you!”

“I missed you too, darling!” Tom said, setting you down.

You instantly hugged Harry and he lifted you up as well. They were like big brothers to you.

“The food is so good. You guys should get some and sit down.” You told them. You could just tell they were ready to eat.

Tom sat down next to you at the table with his food, Harry on his right.

“You wrapped for the day?” Tom asked you.

“Yep! My schedule says that my next scene will film at noon tomorrow. What about you?” You answered, already eating your dessert.

“Well, we actually flew in today, so my first scene will be at 10:00am.” Tom answered.

“And that scene is with me. You better not mess me up.” Robert joked, making Tom blush and smile.

“Y/n, we need to catch up. After dinner you should come hangout in my trailer. My fans want me to do a Q and A. You can be in it if you want.” Tom offered.

“I’d love to!” You answered.

…

After dinner, you changed into some regular clothes in your trailer, and made your way to Tom’s, which was directly across from yours. You knocked on his door and Harry answered it. He had his mom on FaceTime, and you talked to her for a bit while Harry helped Tom set up his live.

After the FaceTime, Tom asked you if you wanted anything to drink.

“Do you have root beer?” You asked.

Tom crossed his arms and gave you a stern look.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“You aren’t old enough to have alcohol, and I don’t know what that is.”

“Alcohol? YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT ROOT BEER IS?” You exclaimed, shocked.

Tom grinned and shook his head.

“It is NOT actually beer!” You laughed.

“Then I don’t want anything to do with it.” Tom said with a silly grin, making you laugh.

“It’s starting.” Harry said, and Tom sat on his couch and turned his attention to the stream.

He had been live for a few minutes when he introduced you. You blushed as you saw the excited comments flood in. You had been working on Marvel even longer than Tom. You answered a few questions with Tom, and then you got up to go get something to drink. You settled on water, and ended up lost in conversation with Harry while Tom continued to answer questions.

Tom noticed a particularly random question that made him smirk, but he decided not to answer it. The question was “Is Y/n ticklish?” He decided to ignore it, and answered other questions, but then a bunch of people all caught on, and started asking that same question. Tom leaned in and quietly read the question out loud.

“Um, I think she is, but I have never tested it myself. Should I?” He said quietly with an evil smirk.

People began commenting “yes” and Tom laughed.

“Y/n, come here, I have another question for you.”

“Okay!” You said, sitting back down next to him, having no clue what he was going to ask.

Tom looked at you with a mischievous face, and you became suspicious.

“The question is… Are you ticklish?” He asked, raising his eyebrow with a smirk.

Your heart dropped and butterflies swarmed in your stomach. You smiled and got up to run away, but before you could get anywhere, he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled you down to the couch, and quickly crawled his fingers all over your sides and tummy, making you burst into adorable squeaky laughter and everyone on the live stream saw, and talked about how cute it was.

“Woahohoho!” Tom chuckled, surprised by your reaction.

Tom didn’t tickle you for longer than ten seconds, but it was enough to make you turn pink and giggly.

“Well, I guess we have our answer!” Tom smiled, letting you go. You sat next to him, still giggling, and held a pillow to your torso, in case he tried again, but he moved on to his next question and after a while, you relaxed and didn’t expect him to do it again. You were still blushing though, and it kept replaying in your head. You were actually really happy that just happened, because you secretly really liked to be tickled. You thought about tickling him back, but you didn’t want to ruin his stream, because he was now answering a little more serious questions and there were a lot of people watching.

When he ended his live stream, he turned to you with that same grin and your whole face flushed.

“So… you’re ticklish!” He cooed.

“I was just acting!” You lied, but your smile gave it away.

“Mhm yeah, sure!” He teased.

“Ugh!” You exclaimed, covering your face.

“I think this is some very useful information!” He teased some more, scooting over to you and grabbing your wrists away from your face.

You curled in on yourself, already beginning to feel ticklish. Tom picked up on this and immediately darted his hands all over your sides and tummy as you squealed with laughter.

“Tickie tickie tickie tickie tickie tickie!” He teased over and over while you absolutely lost it.

“Aww Tom stop torturing the poor girl!” Harry urged, knowing what you were currently going through, being Tom’s younger brother and all.

“Ha! No way! I’m just getting started!” Tom exclaimed, straddling your waist. “I gotta find out where else you’re ticklish!”

“Nohohoho! Nohohowhere else!” You lied, again, crossing your arms over your tummy.

“Oh we’ll see about that.” Tom smirked, digging into your ribs.

You instantly threw your head back in laughter, while Tom laughed along with you, tickling all over your rib cage. You felt him wiggle each one as you squirmed side to side, unable to get away because he had you trapped. After a minute or so, Tom let you catch your breath, and you already began to try to prepare yourself for his next strike.

“You have the cutest laugh! I think I’m just gonna keep tickling you!” He teased in a baby voice. You couldn’t get any redder.

He suddenly began tickling all over your neck and collar bones. This tickled you so much that you broke in and out of silent laughter. You tried to push at his chest, but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them to your sides, before nuzzling into the left side of your neck. You already knew what was going to happen next. He blew a giant raspberry that tickled like crazy.

“TOHOHOAHAHAHA! AHAHAHA!” You laughed.

He blew another one, causing the same hilarious reaction.

“Whahat? Does that tickle or something? Hmm?” Tom teased ruthlessly.

You couldn’t answer, you just nodded with your bright smile, only for him to blow another one.

“Y/n, have you ever had butterfly kisses?” He asked teasingly.

You hadn’t heard that term in so long. “Yehhehees!”

Tom leaned down and gave you tickly butterfly kisses all over your cheek, while you giggled. His eyelashes fluttered against your skin and it tickled a lot. You thought it was so cute… and then he blew another raspberry. His ruthlessness had returned and you were not expecting it.

“Ohohohoho noohohoho.” You laughed while he gave you his squinty smile. You could tell he had so much affection toward you, which made you really happy. He began tickling your tummy again.

“I guess your tummy has been your best spot so far! Oh, I have an idea!” He said, lifting your shirt a little bit above your belly button.

“NO NO NO NOHOHOHOHOO AHAHAHAHA!”

He blew raspberry after raspberry until you both had to catch your breath.

“Are you alright?” He asked a little more seriously, giving you a break, and making sure he wasn’t taking it too far.

“Yes!” You answered with a playful smile, before scribbling your fingers all over his sides and tummy. He definitely got his answer- you were having fun.

“AAAAHHHHHAAHAHA!” Tom scream-laughed, much to your surprise. He laughed and squirmed until he finally caught your hands, and pried them off his tummy. You giggled while he gave you a death glare.

“That was a mistake.” He growled in a low voice. Your eyes went wide, and he shot his hands under your arms, ruthlessly tickling while you laughed so hard that your eyes pooled with mirth.

“IHIIHIHI IHIHI’M SOHOHOHORRY!” You exclaimed.

“YOU BETTER BE!” He shot back, continuing to dig and scritch under your arms. It was too much and your laughter fell silent while you just laid there and took it. He finally quit tickling you there and reached down to your thighs, gently squeezing them, making you squeal. Tom just cracked up, mercilessly tickling your thighs.

“Tom Holland! STAHAHAHAAA!” You tried to demand, but failed due to your silly laughter.

“Or else what?” He sassed, squeezing your super ticklish knees.

“STOP STOP STAHAHAP! TOO MUCH! NOT THERE I CAN STAHAHAND IT!” You shouted through your laughter, a smile still plastered on your face. Tom thought it was just the funniest thing in the world, yet he still quit after just a few more seconds.

“What about your feet?” He asked.

“I will kill you!” You threatened, but that smile still played on your lips as you fought to hide it.

“I’ll take that as a challenge!” He declared.

Your thoughts flooded your head. There is no way that Tom Holland is about to tickle your feet. You were so flustered you felt like you were just going to die of embarrassment right there. That’s when you felt him scribble onto your feet for just a second, which felt like electric shocks throughout your nervous system, and you made the funniest squeak noise, and your ears flushed as you heard yourself and looked up at him. Tom froze and tilted his head with a smile.

“Whahahat was thahat?” He asked, chuckling.

“I don’t know!”

He tickled again and you made the same noise. You covered your face, embarrassed.

“How odd!” was all he said before scribbling all over your feet. Your weird squeaks eventually turned into laughter, but he let up not long after.

“Hmm. Well I think your tummy is the most ticklish!” He stated, going back to tickling your tummy and sides.

Harry had opened the door only for Robert to walk in and see Tom reducing you to a ticklish puddle, and he giggled at the scene.

“Oh hey Robert! What’s up?” Tom asked casually, shaking your tummy with all 10 of his finger tips. It tickled you so bad and you thought he was never going to stop.

“Just came to see how you’re doing. You guys want to watch a movie?” He asked.

“That sounds great!” Tom answered, widening his eyes at you in a teasing way when he dug into your belly button.

You were red faced and your laughter was becoming hoarse.

“Y/n, I didn’t hear an answer from you.” Robert said, joining in on the teasing.

“AHHHHAHAHA!”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Robert shrugged.

“MERCY!” You shouted.

“Alright fiiiine.” Tom grinned, stopping the tickling, and plopping down next to you while you recovered.

You curled up on the couch to watch the movie with Harry, Tom, and Robert. You all had a great time, and you couldn’t be happier. By the time the movie ended, Tom had fallen asleep. You could tell he was tired from travel. You gave him a kiss on the cheek, and you saw him smile a little.

Robert walked you back to your trailer and you said your “good nights.” When you got into bed, you checked your Instagram to see you were tagged in tons of videos from the live stream where Tom tickled you. You watched it with a huge smile and saved the clip to your phone, before drifting off to sleep.

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