#tom holland x little mix!reader

[alltoowelltom]

rendezvous (t.h)

tom holland x little mix!reader

request from @thirlwallsholland for little mix!reader on holiday with tom and the boys - hope you enjoy !

a/n: i'm using jade thirlwall as face claim again for the smau posts for continuity

those 3 photos are also so wonky if you're on pc lol im so sorry - but honestly not sorry enough to spend 25 minutes fixing them. it looks good on the app on dark mode.

warnings: blood, injury, alcohol, maybe too much fluff lol

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The end of a tour was always a strange time. After so many weeks of living on the road with your closest friends, it was a shock to come back to reality. The end of this tour was especially hard, knowing it would be the last time you’d perform with your band for a while as you all took a well-deserved break.

Tom had witnessed the effect this had on you, and after spending a few days stroking your hair as you lay on the sofa binge-watching reality TV, letting you rest up he came to you with an idea. An escape from dribbly London, a holiday to celebrate and take your mind off of things. He suggested you invite the rest of the girls too, and once Harry, Harrison, and Tuwaine heard about the trip they were all too excited to crash it.

So here you were, the eight of you sprawled out underneath the blue Bali sky, listening to the gentle crashing of the waves and feeling the warmth of the sun beating down on your skin.  

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The boys had eventually tackled each other into the ocean and you lay on a beach towel, surrounded by the rest of your band. In your relaxed state, you only half register the familiar giggle approaching your towel, accompanied with a grumbly, “watch it, Tom!” from Jade as he no doubt blocked her sunlight. Something cold and wet hit your shoulder, followed by a cascade of tiny drips pattering over your stomach and you shriek, opening your eyes to meet Tom’s crinkly ones as he stands above you, shaking out his wet curls over you. 

“Toooooom!” you groan, shivering at the cold water. 

“Y/NNNNNN!” he mocks, dropping down onto the sand next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. 

“What was that for?” you ask. “I was sunbathing.”

He shrugs. 

“What’s the fun in having a girlfriend if you can’t bug the hell out of her?” he grins, knocking his forehead into yours. 

You roll your eyes, inadvertently snuggling into his side. You can never stay annoyed at him for long. 

“Anyway, I came over hear to ask you to play chicken with Tuwaine and I.” he says. “Otherwise I gotta have Harry on my team and he sucks at chicken.”

You snort into his shoulder, nodding. 

“Harry does suck at chicken.”

Before you even have a chance to decide whether to play, Perrie is hopping up off her towel, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet. 

“Pez!” you shriek as she tugs you towards the water, Tom laughing and jogging after the both of you. “What the hell is going on?”

“A game!” she cheers. “We have to hurry, I want to win!”

You wobble slightly, grabbing onto Tom as you try to stay on his shoulders with his arms wrapped around your legs. 

“Ouch!” he screeches. “My ears, love, why are you grabbing my-”

“Oh shit,” you laugh, bending down to press a kiss to his red ears in apology and sticking your arms out for balance instead. “Sorry.”

“Come on!” calls Perrie as she approaches, balanced perfectly on Tuwaine’s shoulders. “Are you ready to loose?”

When you’re closer, you reach out and rest your hands on her shoulders and she copies your action. 

“Ready?” calls Tuwaine. 

“Three, two-”

Perrie gives an almighty shove before Tuwaine can even say one, sending Tom stumbling backwards and you sliding off his shoulders into the water. 

“Perrie Edwards!” you shriek, coughing saltwater out. “He didn’t even get to one!” 

Perrie laughs as she and Tuwaine high five. Tom has recovered at this point and wraps one arm around you as you stand up. 

“Are you okay?” he laughs. 

You nod, tapping his shoulders to signal him to crouch down. He obliges and you clamber back on determinedly. Tom puffs his chest out as you approach the other team, preparing to win this time. 

“Is everyone ready this time?” laughs Tuwaine. “Alright. Three, two, one-”

“FIGHT!” you yell, pushing hard on both Perrie’s shoulders. She teeters backwards but regains her balance, pushing you back in retaliation. You both grapple with each other, and just as Tuwaine stumbles backward and you think that you and Tom have this one in the bag, she reaches out and pushes against your hip, pushing you off sideways. 

You scream as you fly through the air, hitting the water with an almighty splash. You fall so forcefully you go right down to the blue bottom, scraping your knee against a particularly sharp shell. Before you can properly register what happened and resurface, a pair of strong arms reach down and pull you up into the sunlight. Tom gasps in relief, holding you close to chest bridal style as he checks you over. 

“Darling! Are you alright?” he worries. 

You nod, blinking against the harsh light and giggle slightly at his protective state. 

“Tommy I���m fine! It’s not even that deep. I just got a shock, is all.”

Tom looks unconvinced and pouts as his eyes sweep over your legs. 

“You’re bleeding, darling.” he says, gently holding your knee.

You glance down and see that he’s actually right. There’s a gash across your left knee and a steady stream of red blood streams out, fading into the clear ocean water. Perrie wades over, looking guilty. 

“Y/N I’m so sorry babe! I got to competitive and you got hurt!” 

You shake your head, pressing a kiss to her cheek. 

“I’m fine you lot of worriers! It looks worse than it is, honestly it’s not deep. I’m fine.”

“I’m going to take you back up to the beach and have a look at it.” says Tom, wading out into the shallows. You roll your eyes but know you can’t stop him as he carries you up the beach, laying you on a towel near the rest of the group. Jade and Leigh-Anne have gone off somewhere and Harrison is out cold underneath his sunhat, but Harry shakes his head as Tom crouches over you, pressing tiny kisses to your knee and trying to wipe the remaining blood away, wincing whenever he looks to closely. 

“This never would have happened if you’d let me play chicken, Tom.” Harry laughs. 

Tom shoots him a death glare and Harry quietens, sensing how worried Tom is about you. 

“Sorry,” he mutters, turning to you. “Seriously, are you okay Y/N?”

You reach out and playfully smack the redhead, rolling your eyes. 

“For the last time, I’m fine! It’s literally a small cut and everyone’s acting like I’ve been partially beheaded or something.”

Harry snorts in laughter as he holds up his hands in surrender. 

Tom leans over to someone’s large beach bag, searching for some kind of Band-Aid for you. He chucks items in his way behind him as he does so, a tube of sunscreen landing in the middle of Harrison’s stomach who wakes up with an “oof”. 

“There’s nothing in here, darling.” Tom sighs. He stands up and reaches down, picking you up bridal style again. “I’m going to take you back to our room and we’ll find you something there.”

You nod, not even trying to protest as you know you won’t convince him. 

Harrison sits up, blinking as he adjusts to the sunlight. He catches sight of Tom striding towards the hotel with you in his arms and frowns at Harry who only shrugs at him, opening up a trashy magazine you had left. 

“Y/N!” calls Harrison. “Are you okay??”

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“He didn’t swim into you on purpose, Y/N” sighs Leigh-Anne. “You just happened to snorkel right into his house, that’s all.” She tries to reassure you as you all crowd around a table in a tiny restaurant, you cosying up in the corner of the booth between her and Tom.

“I saw the bloodlust in his tiny fishy eyes, Leigh,” you say, shuddering at the memory of only a few hours ago. “He had an evil plan.” 

Tom picks up his fork and brandishes it at invisible fish all around your table. “Back off!” he barks. “Back off, say I! Away from my girlfriend!” 

You grab his fork, placing it down on the table and knocking your head into his shoulder as you try so hard to stay serious at his childish antics. 

“Tom!” you hiss. “You’re making a scene.”

He shrugs. 

“I’m an actor darling, it’s what I do. The other thing I do is protect my wonderful girlfriend against supervillain fish plotting against her.” 

It’s at this moment that there is a simultaneous lull in everyone else’s conversations and all six heads turn to look at you and Tom, blinking for a second before bursting out in laughter. 

“Evil supervillain fish?” splutters Jade, as Tom buries his head in your shoulder. 

“You all heard it out of context,” he mutters sheepishly. 

You’re deep in a conversation with Leigh-Anne about a recent performance when you notice Tom has been uncharacteristically quiet. You turn to see him leaning away from you, seemingly invested in a photo Perrie’s showing him on her phone. Looking closer, you see she’s proudly showing him pictures of baby Axel. “Oh, and look at this one with him and Hatchi,” she coos. 

Tom gives ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ in all the right places, nodding and grinning with his eyes trained on the phone but he drums his fingers on the table, fidgeting and shifting in his seat. Before you can ask if he’s okay, you’re all distracted by the food arriving. Once everyone’s started eating you lean into his side and put your mouth near his ear. 

“Hey,” you whisper, conversation drowned out to the rest of the group by the chatter of everyone else. “Are you okay? Did Perrie ambush you with baby photos?”

He laughs softly, resting a hand on top of yours. 

“Don’t worry about me, love. Just seeing all the baby photos, it got me thinking and excited for the future.” he whispers.

Your heart skips a beat and he grins properly, pressing a kiss to your head. He gives you one last smile before tucking into his meal. 

“Oh my God,” he moans. “This is fucking incredible! Darling, you have to try some.” 

He scoops up some of his meal on his fork, twisting in his seat and placing his free hand under your chin so he can feed you a mouthful. He’s not wrong, the food is absolutely incredible and is made even better when you’re surrounded by your best friends in the world. The sweet moment is interrupted by Harry and Jade making gagging sounds and pretending to be sick from their end of the table as they try to glare at you and Tom, but neither can hide the shine in their eyes as they watch you two. 

As the night grows dark and the group is only illuminated by the colorful lanterns hanging above the table, Jade taps her knife against her glass, waiting until the whole table is watching attentively. Jade clears her throat. 

“Before we leave tonight, I want to raise a toast. Or maybe a few toasts, so we might need to get some more to drink over here. Firstly, I want to toast to the girls.” She glances around at you all, eyes shining. You can already feel yourself welling up and Leigh-Anne clasps your hand under the table for comfort. “You girls have been the best sisters for the last ten years. We couldn’t have done any of this without each other, and I’m so proud of everything we’ve achieved. Seven incredible albums, the tours, the awards, the music videos, the performances, the fans we’ve met, winning Best British Group-” you all cheer, Tuwaine reaching two fingers up to his mouth to whistle and Tom wrapping an arm around you and squeezing you into his side -“but most of all, our friendship,” Jade continues. “I think it’s fair to say that our friendship has gotten us through the last ten years together, and I just wanted to tell you all how much I appreciate you lot. I love you.” she sniffles, raising her glass. “To Little Mix!”

“To Little Mix!” you all chorus, clinking your glasses and wiping away stray tears. 

“I’ve got a toast too, because I don’t think Jade can get through another one,” laughs Perrie, holding Jade as she sniffles and hiccups slightly. “I want to raise a toast to Tom and Y/N. Now, Y/N.” she begins. “We’ve always been a little protective over you, though God knows you don’t need it, really. I know we tend to tease you and Tom a lot for having absolutely zero boundaries and piling on the PDA when you’re together, but it’s only because we love you both so much. It’s been an honor to watch you fall in love, bub.” she says. 

“And to have been the three co-authors of every text Tom received from you for the first six months of your relationship.” adds Leigh-Anne, knocking her shoulder into yours. 

“Wait, what?” Tom laughs. 

“Mind you though Tom, Little Mix will reassemble to commit a felony if you ever hurt her,” pipes in Jade.

“To Tom and Y/N,” cheers Perrie, ignoring him and raising her glass. “For being Tom and Y/N!”

Tom buries his hand in his jacket that he’d tucked around your shoulders when it had started to get colder and rests his head on top of yours, basking in the moment with you. 

“And for paying for this trip!” cheers Harry. 

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+ bonus smau

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y/ninstagram��️: on our way!

mixerjadeee: where are you going ????

↪️y/ninstagram☑️: Bali!!

harryholland64☑️: i'm literally sat right on the other side of you, where's a pic of me?

perrieedwards☑️: can't wait to see you guys again!

↪️angely/nn: ARE THE GIRLS ALL GOING TOGETHER IM CRYING

tomholland2013☑️: naa why do i do that thing with my hand

↪️y/ninstagram☑️: idk spiderman

dommoholland☑️: you've got that son of mine reading? witchcraft.

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tomholland2013☑️: how you feel about a rendezvous? time for two

tuwaine☑️: *eight

mixerhollands: he used a little mix lyric 😭

hazosterfield☑️: 🔥🔥

↪️tomholland2013☑️: back off bro?

parkersy/n: oop-

harryholland64☑️: how long did it take you to spell rendezvous right

↪️tomholland2013☑️: like 2 min i got yn to spell check

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How would we feel if I brought little mix!reader fics back? 👀

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[shellshocklove]

CRIMSON GOBLINS | LIVE AT THE LIVING ROOM thick skull (peter parker fic series) playlist (spotify link)

#graphic design is not my passion but made a little poster for the series playlist #but i made this playlist while writing and added to it slowly as i wrote the series #i'd say listening to it in order is important bc it follows the story #there's a good mix of songs that give thick skull vibes to me and songs where the lyrics fit the story #peter parker x reader #peter parker #spider man #spider man x reader #tom holland x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker smut #spider man smut #spider man fanfiction

[sluttywonwoo]

instead of you [part thirty-two] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of sex (mdni ; 18+)

word count: 2.2k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

series masterlist | early access to the next chapter on ko-fi

The first time you met Jisung was at a party on campus. It was a month into your first semester of college and one of the frats had passed out fliers in the residence halls in the hopes of getting lots of the freshman girls to attend. 

You had dragged your roommate with you, insisting that you needed to get out there and start meeting people since you were each other’s only friends thus far. 

But the joke was on you because she ditched you not even five minutes after arriving, having recognized an ex-boyfriend from her hometown. You didn’t hold it against her, you had been the one to convince her to come in the first place and you understood the whole ex thing. 

But you were a lot shyer back then, less confident. So you stumbled your way through the house until you reached the kitchen. No one had offered to make you a drink yet so you figured you might as well make one yourself. You’d need a little liquid courage if you were going to get the balls to talk to any of these people anyway. 

That’s where you ran into Jisung. He was bent over the stove cooking what looked to be a grilled cheese sandwich. He turned his head when he heard you come in and nodded at you in acknowledgement.

“Want one?” he asked.

“What is it?”

“Grilled ham and cheese.”

You nodded. “Hit me.” 

He finished simmering the one in the pan and slid it onto a paper plate before grabbing the ingredients for yours. 

“How long have you lived here?” you asked conversationally. 

“Oh, I don’t live here.”

“Are you a pledge then?”

“No.”

“You’re not… affiliated with this frat?”

“Nope.”

“Are your friends?”

“Nah.”

“So you’re just…”

“Stealing their food? Kind of.”

You shrugged. “I won’t tell.”

He cracked a smile. “Good, because I’d really regret making you a sandwich if you did.” 

You hadn’t noticed until that point but he had an accent. 

“English?” you asked.

“Yes, that’s what we’re speaking. Why, do you know another language?”

You rolled your eyes. “You know what I meant.”

“No, I’m from Korea, actually,” he explained after chuckling. “But my English tutor was British so I picked up a little bit of an accent.”

“What made you decide to come all the way over here?”

“A mix of things, really,” he sighed.

“You’re probably tired of that question, I’m sorry.” 

“No, it’s okay. I just don’t have an interesting answer or anything so conversations usually fizzle out after that.”

“I get it. It’s like when everyone in your hometown asks you what you’re going to study and what job you’re getting your degree for.”

“Pretty much,” he agreed. “Your grilled cheese is ready.”

He plated the sandwich and handed it to you, turning the stove off and depositing the pan and spatula in the sink. 

“Thank you!”

“You might want to let it cool down a bit, though.” 

“Yes, chef.” 

He gave you a look, making you freeze in place. 

“What? Should I not call you that?”

“No, it’s just- I’m a culinary major. I’m always saying that to my professors but no one’s ever said that to me before. I know you didn’t mean it mean it but it sounded weird.” 

“I was just referencing Hell’s Kitchen,” you admitted. 

“Just so you know, not all chefs are like Gordon Ramsay.” 

“Only the majority?” 

He winked at you. “Bingo.”

“So if you don’t want me to call you ‘chef’, what should I call you?” 

“I never said I didn’t want you to call me that,” he clarified. “But you can call me Jisung.”

“Jisung. Nice name.”

“Thanks. Do you have one?”

You grinned. “I do.”

He gave an exasperated little sigh. “And what is it?”

You told him, leaning forward and whispering it like it was a secret. 

“You have a nice name too.”

“Thank you.”

“By the way, your sandwich should be cool enough to eat by now.”

You leaned back against the island and took a bite of your grilled cheese. Jisung gauged your reaction, raising his eyebrows expectantly.

“Good?”

“Great. Best grilled cheese sandwich I’ve ever had.”

“Don’t fuck with me,” he warned. 

“I’m not! Listen, I can’t cook for shit so I’m very easy to impress.” 

“I’ll take your word for it. It’s better for my ego if I ignore the last part.” 

“I can make a mean Moscow Mule, though. My talents lie in mixology, not gastronomy.”

“Make me a drink, then?” he asked. 

“Gladly.” 

You set your paper plate on the counter and made your way over to the fridge. 

“Let’s see what they have in here.”

“Oh, now you’re the one stealing food?” 

“Guess that makes us partners in crime.” 

You fell silent as you looked over the contents of the refrigerator, gathering a bottle of orange juice and half-empty jar of raspberry jam. You checked the expiration dates before continuing because you didn’t trust frat guys and then set them on the island with a handle of tequila that had been left out. 

Jisung watched as you spooned the jam into an empty solo cup, visibly skeptical. You couldn’t blame him for not trusting you, you had just met him, after all. You poured the orange juice in next and mixed the two together, finally adding a shot and a half of tequila. 

“Don’t want to get you too drunk,” you explained. 

He scoffed. “You think that’ll do me in? I’m Korean, remember?”

“Fine, suit yourself.” 

You poured what you approximated to be another shot of tequila into the cup. You filled another cup with ice from a nearby cooler and poured the contents of the first cup into it. Instead of shaking them and risking making a huge mess, you rolled them between the cups until you were satisfied that everything was properly mixed. 

You presented Jisung with your creation, eyes shining. “Here you go! It’s a makeshift tequila sunrise.”

Jisung reached for it but you stopped him abruptly. “Wait! Hold on.”

You took a sip of the drink yourself, just to make sure it was actually palatable, before passing it off to him. 

“Sorry, wanted to check.”

“Not confident in your abilities all of the sudden?�� he mused. 

“I’m trying something new,” you grumbled defensively, “artists make mistakes. I’m not above admitting that and therefore want to quality check my products to make sure it’s good enough for my consumers.”

“Didn’t realize you were taking this so seriously.”

“I take everything seriously.” 

He eyed you suspiciously. “Something tells me that’s not true.” 

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That night, and all the others you spent with Jisung flashed before your eyes like some sort of sick slideshow as you stood there with him in the hallway. The fractures in the glass were beyond repair now, spindling inward threatening to shatter.

You supposed it was what you deserved, watching your relationship with your best friend crumble right in front of you. 

“Why do you ask?” you said quietly, still testing the waters.

“You think I haven’t noticed you sneaking off every night?” Jisung demanded.

“Uh-”

“At first, I thought you just needed some space. And I understood because you’ve been stuck with us for over a month now, but then it happened every night and you’d be gone for so long,” he sighed. “So finally, I followed you-”

“You what?”

“I know, I’m such a bad friend for invading your privacy.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm and you could already feel the tears welling up. 

You tried to hold them back because you didn’t deserve to cry. You’d put yourself in this situation, and you knew it was wrong, but you still did it anyway. You clutched your towel closer to your body, trying to shrink into yourself. 

“I heard what I needed to,” he continued. “So how long have you been fucking my brother?”

“Jisung, I-”

“I asked you a question.”

“Long enough,” you muttered. “He found out we weren’t actually dating. I didn’t tell him-”

“That makes it better?” 

“No, I just thought you should know.”

“What does it matter anyway,” he spat. “We had an agreement. You had one task and you couldn’t even do it. I should have never invited you on this goddamn trip.”

You couldn’t help but agree. “I’m sorry.” 

Jisung laughed humorlessly and shook his head. “I don’t believe you. If you actually felt any guilt over this you never would have done it. Or you would’ve at least stopped before it got to this point.”

“No, I am sorry,” you tried. “It’s just…”

“Just what?” he asked, eyes widening suddenly. “You’re not pregnant, are you?” 

For a fraction of a second, you were thrown back in time. The best friend that didn’t hate you was suddenly standing in front of you, eyes full of concern. It passed just as quickly as it had come when you denied it. 

“No, it’s just… I f- I’m in love with him.” You couldn’t even look Jisung in the eye when you said it, too afraid of his reaction. 

It was dead silent all throughout the house after your confession. You stared at the floor where a puddle had appeared at your feet from your dripping hair. 

He chuckled again in disbelief, breaking the silence. 

“You’re not in love with him,” he said matter-of-factly. “You don’t even know what love feels like. You’ve only known him for a fucking month, how could you possibly love him?” You were crying now, furiously wiping away the tears that fell onto your cheeks. “You’re just lonely, y/n, and desperate, and grasping at straws for anything that feels like ‘love’.”

“That’s not true,” you insisted. You weren’t sure why you were trying to defend yourself. He was probably right. 

“It is true! I’ve known you for how many years now? You’ve never had a real relationship with anybody. How could you possibly know what love feels like?”

You shook your head adamantly, convincing yourself he didn’t mean what he was saying. “You’re lashing out.” 

“Is it lashing out if it’s true?” he quipped. 

You swallowed hard, choking a bit. 

“I can’t fucking believe this. My best friend and my brother. I went away to school to be on my own and have my own life, and somehow Minho manages to take that too.” He was mostly talking to himself now. “What if someone else had caught you two? How fucked up would that have looked? I put no flirting with my brothers on the list of rules for a reason, obviously. Although I guess it didn’t matter in the end anyway, did it? You didn’t take them or this seriously.”

“Ji, that’s not true and you know that. I’m the one who wrote out those flashcards. I memorized all that stuff about your family. I flew halfway around the world for you— I did take it seriously.”

“Until Minho offered his dick to you on a silver platter?”

“Oh my god!”

“Am I wrong?” 

You sighed. “It’s a lot more complicated than that.”

“Explain it to me then. When did this all start anyway?”

“Minho kissed me for the first time in, um, Italy.” 

“Oh my god, I’m the biggest fucking idiot in the world,” he groaned. 

“But it wasn’t like that then… he still thought we were together then.” 

Jisung threw his hands up. “That makes it worse!”

“I know but he was drunk.”

“That’s not an excuse. You of all people should know that.” 

You let the dig slide since he was in an emotional state and you were in no position to argue anyway. 

“I know.”

“So you guys have been sneaking around behind my back for like a fucking month now?” 

“We didn’t sleep together until Shanghai, when he found out we weren’t together. But I feel like I should tell you I kissed him in Japan. Just so that you know everything.”

“Oh, thank you so much,” Jisung deadpanned. “Thank you for being so honest.” He spat the last word at you, which again, was deserved, but hurt nonetheless. You sniffled. “I can’t believe you’re the one crying right now.” 

You couldn’t believe that Jisung wasn’t crying but then again he wasn’t the type to cry when he was angry. He only cried when he was sad, and that probably hadn’t hit him yet. 

You were starting to get cold wearing nothing but a towel but tried not to let it show. Of course, Jisung noticed instantly. He sighed as you shivered and pursed his lips. Even when he was furious with you, even when your relationship was irreparably damaged, he cared about you. It wasn’t something he could just turn off, though maybe with time, he’d learn to. 

“Anyway, go to bed. I’m going to sleep on the couch.”

“O-okay,” you mumbled. 

Jisung brushed past you abruptly, muttering to himself loud enough for you to hear.

“God, I wish I’d never fucking met you that night.” 

You bit down on your lip as hard as possible to choke down a sob. All you could do was stand there motionlessly and stare at the floor. You waited for him to walk away into the living room but the footsteps stopped suddenly. 

“Oh, and a word of advice-”

“Hm?” You turned around to face him, trying your best to pull yourself together. 

“You should try getting over your feelings for Minho as fast as possible. He doesn’t love you back. He’s just using you, babe. I know he’s pretty smooth but that’s why he’s so good at his job. Easier said than done, I know, but you’re a smart girl. You’ll figure it out.”

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The Suit

Pairing: Tom Holland x Makeup artist!Reader

Synopsis: you meet Tom on the set of No Way Home as his make up artist and he begins to suspect you only like him when he’s wearing the Spiderman suit

Masterlist

“All right Adam. I’m ready for you to make me the sexy kind of dirty looking.” Tom rubbed his hands together as he entered the makeup trailer. Instead of seeing his normal makeup artist, you turned around with an armful of makeup palettes and a tangerine barely hanging on between two of your fingers. You quickly swallowed the orange slice in your mouth and gave Tom a sheepish smile.

“Hi.” You tried to wave, almost dropping some of your palettes. Tom quickly stepped forward and helped catch the palettes.

“Hi. You’re not Adam.” He returned the shy smile as he steadied you. You set the orange down on the counter and set the rest of the palettes on a tray.

“No, I’m not. I’m Y/n. I’m the new makeup artist.”

“You are? What happened to Adam?”

“He had a family emergency and had to go back home. I was called to fill in for him for the rest of production.”

“Oh. Well it’s nice to meet you. I’m Tom.” Tom said as he held out his hand. He could not take his eyes off of you as you shook his hand.

“I know. I know who you are.” You laughed shyly and let your hand linger in his for a minute before pulling away.

“Y/n, huh? Do you have a last name?” Tom asked as he sat down in the make up chair.

“I might.” You shrugged as you draped a cape over him to protect his clothes.

“Can I know it?” He asked as he looked at you in the brightly lit mirror.

“It’s L/n. Why?”

“So I can look you up and see your work. I don’t let just anyway touch this face.” He scoffed, making you laugh. He felt like he had successfully broken the ice and watched with awe as you got out your makeup.

“I wouldn’t either. It’s a pretty great face.” You smiled at him in the mirror as you painted some primer on his face with a brush.

“Thanks. You have a pretty great face too.” He said softly. You mixed some foundation on the back of your hand.

“I’m surprised to see you not in the suit.” You commented as you painted his foundation on his face.

“Yeah. Not for this scene.” Tom shrugged and looked down at his clothes. You nodded and pulled out the filming schedule to check what makeup you had to do on him for the next scene.

“Oh.” You said quietly and let out a little gulp.

“What?” Tom wondered.

“You’re shirtless in this scene. I’m supposed to do some dirt streaks on your chest and arms and a cut on your left shoulder blade.” You said as you set the schedule down on the counter. Tom watched you in the mirror as you went to the closet and got out some body paint. You came back over to him and looked him up and down.

“Um, can you….” You trailed off and smiled nervously.

“Yeah. Sure.” Tom unbuttoned his cape and pulled his shirt over his head. You looked him up and down again and let out another gulp.

“Thanks.” You said quietly. Tom smiled shyly at you and rested his arms on the arm rest. You got some brown paint on a sponge and dabbed it on Tom’s shoulder, making him flinch.

“Sorry. I thought that was gonna be cold.” He laughed in embarrassment.

“I warmed it up before you came.” You admitted. “When I thought I would just be doing your face. And not your…you know. Body and what not.”

“Wow. That was really smart.” Tom complimented as you brought the color down his bicep.

“This isn’t my first rodeo.” You shrugged and gave him a coy smile in the mirror.

“How long have you been doing makeup?”

“Couple years. This is my first high profile job though. I can’t believe they hired me to work on a Marvel movie. They won’t actually tell me the name of the movie though. But its still exciting.”

“The movie is called No Way Home. But you didn’t hear it from me. I actually had to hear it from someone else because they refused to tell me. And just so you know, I think you’re doing a great job so far.”

“Am I? Because this dirt streak I just made on your arm kinda looks like a penis.” You said as you turned Tom’s arm towards the mirror to show him the phallus shaped make you had made on his body.

“Wow. Look at that. It does look like a penis.” Tom noticed.

“Sorry. I’m just a little nervous.” You laughed nervously and wiped the makeup off.

“Why?” He wondered as you started over.

“Because I’m kinda a fan and you’re kinda shirtless.” You said quietly as you looked him up and down again.

“Well you’re kinda doing a grt job.” Tom said, blushing from the way you were looking at him.

“Thanks.” You smiled softly at him as you moved in front of him to paint a dirt streak on his collar bone.

“Damn it.” You mumbled under your breath.

“What’s wrong?” Tom wondered.

“I made another penis.” You whined a little and grabbed a makeup wipe.

“Hey, for what it’s worth, its a really good penis.” Tom assured you, making you laugh again.

“Is it?” You laughed and he nodded.

“Can I, uh…” You trailed off again as your eyes flicked up and down his body.

“Yeah. Go ahead. Do what you need to do.” Tom smiled softly. You sucked in a nervous breath and rested your hand on his shoulder as you fixed the streak on his collar bone.

“Thanks.” You said quietly once you finished up. Tom nodded in response and watched as you dug around in your makeup kit.

“Chin up, please.” You asked as you held up a brush with fake blood on the top. Tom tilted his face up and you cupped his chin between your fingers. His face flushed a few red as you painted a cut above his eyebrow.

“Who are you fighting in this scene? Because they got you pretty good.”

“I can’t tell you that, darling.” Tom clicked his tongue. “You’ll just have to see the movie.”

“Wow.” You said sarcastically. “Just like every body else.”

“Maybe I could sneak you an advanced copy. If you’re lucky.”

“I’m feeling pretty lucky.” You smirked as you gave him a fake bloody nose. You exchanged a smile before you went back to your makeup kit.

“Do you think you’ll be in the suit tomorrow?” You asked him.

“Not tomorrow. I think next week. Why?”

“No reason.” You said quietly. Tom eyed you curiously in the mirror but said nothing.

As the week went on, Tom’s favorite part of his day became the time he spent in your makeup chair. He didn’t end up wearing the Spiderman suit for the first two weeks he knew you, but he noticed that you asked about it often. Finally, on your third week on set, Tom showed up to your makeup trailer in the Spiderman suit.

“Good morning, darling.” Tom greeted as he stepped into the trailer. You had a makeup brush between your teeth as you peeled an orange with your hands. You looked up at him and dropped your jaw, making the make up brush fall and clatter to the floor.

“What?” He wondered when he saw your eyes widen.

“Bruh.” You mumbled under your breath.

“What was that, love?”

“Bruh.” You repeated, louder this time.

“What? Whats wrong?” He laughed in confusion as he looked down at his suit.

“You’re in the suit.” You said and gulped a little.

“Yeah. I’m in the suit all day today. What do you think?” He asked as he gestured to his costume.

“Looks good.” You squeaked and quickly turned around. You began to fumble with your makeup, accidentally dropping a couple brushes on the ground.

“Yeah, I think so too. It’s a new one they made for this movie.” Tom eyed your curiously as he sat down in the chair.

“Uh huh.” You nodded, keeping your back to him as you dug around in your makeup bag. Tom could see your face in the mirror and noticed you looked visibly flustered.

“The colors are different and they added this band here. Do you like it?” Tom asked as he looked up at you with a coy smile.

“Uh huh.” You said again, making his smile grow. He could tell the suit was having an effect on you and he was loving it.

“It’s kinda tight, though. Tighter than the last one.” He said as he adjusted himself in the seat.

“Uh huh.” You gulped, hands shaking as you painted some foundation on his face. Tom frowned a little and gently pulled your hand away from his face.

“Are you okay, love?” He asked you.

“What? I’m fine.” You scoffed like it was the most ridiculous thing you had ever heard and went back to doing his makeup. Instead of the normal banter that occurred when you did his makeup, you stayed silent as you made up his face.

“Are you sure you’re okay, love? You’re very quiet today.”

“I’m fine. I just…” You trailed off and took a step back, biting down on the end of your makeup brush as you looked at him.

“I just think you look really good in the suit.” You said quietly. “That’s all.”

“Oh. Thanks.” Tom smirked and sat up straighter in his chair.

As the weeks went on, you and Tom grew closer. He woke up every morning and couldn’t wait to go to your makeup trailer to see you and eat the orange slices you always provided. You were always very friendly with each other, but something was different whenever he was in the Spiderman suit. You couldn’t keep your hands off him when he was wearing it, forever playing with his hair or touching his face. You were nicer to him, complimented him more, and were all around flirtier whenever he was in the suit.

A couple months after filming ended, you and Tom were still close. He showed up at your house one day with two presents in hand. You opened your front door and smiled at the sight of him in a Spiderman printed hoodie.

“Hey. Up for a movie night?” Tom asked as he held up a DVD.

“What’s this?” You wondered and took the DVD from him.

“An advanced copy of the movie. Still feeling lucky?” He asked, making your eyes widen in excitement.

“Extremely. Let’s do it.” You grinned and pulled him by the hand into your room. You sat down together on your couch and put the movie into your DVD player before hitting play. You and Tom sat shoulder to shoulder as you watched the movie for the first time. It was the most highly anticipated movie of the decade, but all he could look at was you to gage your reaction. At that moment, your approval was the most important thing in the world to him. When the movie ended, you shut off your TV and looked over at Tom.

“So what did you think?” He asked you. You looked at Tom did a double take.

“Wait, who the fuck are you?” You asked and pulled away a little.

“Very funny.” Tom playfully rolled his eyes at you.

“I’m just teasing.” You smiled at him. “Really, I’m so proud of you Tommy. I can’t wait for the world to see this movie.”

“Me either. I’m glad we got to do this together.” Tom returned the smile as he took your hand into his.

“So am I. But I didn’t do much. It was all you.” You said as you squeezed his hand.

“That’s not true. I left your makeup chair feeling very confident every day thanks to your incredible work.”

“Well I had a pretty nice canvas to work with. And makeup can only take you so far. I just accentuated the confidence that was already within you.”

“You’re sweet.” Tom blushed and sheepishly rubbed his eyes.

“And you’re blushing. It’s like you’re in love with me or something.” You clicked your tongue, making Tom blush harder.

“Or something.” He mumbled and gave you a shy smile. You returned the smile and let the eye contact linger for a minute. Your eyes flicked down to your still intertwined hands and you gave his hand another squeeze.

“I have to say, I’m really gonna miss seeing you in that suit.” You told him as you rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb.

“I’m really gonna miss seeing you.” Tom said softly as his eyes slowly traveled from your hands to your eyes. You stared at each other for a moment until you got so nervous that you looked away. Tom felt a jolt of disappointment and cleared his throat.

“I, uh, I have another present for you.” Tom said as he got off your bed. He went over to his bag and pulled out a Manila folder.

“Another present?”

“Yes. Here.” He smiled nervously and handed you the folder. You looked at him curiously before opening the folder and looking inside.

“What’s this?”

“A job offer. I know Sony hired you to work on me just for this movie, but I was hoping I could hire you to be my personal make up artist? You’d come with me on press tours and movie sets and stuff and basically lead my makeup team.” Tom explained as he nervously toyed with his fingers.

“You want to hire me? Full time?” You looked up at him with a smile.

“Of course I do. You’re the best at what you do. And I only settle for the best.”

“We have that in common.” Your smile grew as you stood up from the bed.

“Is that a yes?” Tom asked hopefully. You grabbed a pen from your night stand and signed the contract right in front of Tom before handing it back to him.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Holland.” You said as you held out your hand.

“Pleasure is all mine, darling.” He grinned as he shook your hand.

A couple months later, Tom was sitting at home, bored and thinking of you. The press tour would be starting soon but he couldn’t wait that long. He needed to see you and he needed to see you now.

“I need you. emergency!!!” He texted you and impatiently waited for a response.

“I’ll be right there” You texted back and he smiled in relief. Thirty minutes later, you showed up at Tom’s house and used your spare key to get inside. Tom looked up from his phone and did a double take when he saw you in a body hugging lavender dress.

“What’s wrong? What’s the emergency?” You asked as you dropped your purse on his couch.

“I…I have a pimple.” Tom blinked a few times in surprise as he shamelessly checked you out in your dress.

“Are you kidding me? I left a date for a zit?” You asked as you sat down on the couch beside him.

“Hold on. You were on a date? With who?” Tom felt an instant bolt of jealously into his stomach.

“Your mom. She sends her love by the way. Now come here.” You replied as you cupped his face to get a better look at his pimple. Tom gulped a little as his eyes flickered to your lips.

“Holy shit. That’s really juicy.” You gasped when you saw the white head on his chin.

“No. You’re not popping it. It’ll leave a mark.” Tom shook his head and pulled away from you.

“It’s so cute how you think you can stop me.” You smiled fondly and put a thumb on either side of the pimple.

“Ow.” Tom winced as you popped it.

“Shut up, baby.” You teased.

“Did you just call me baby?”

“I was calling you a baby. There’s a difference.”

“Uh huh. So who were you on a date with?” Tom asked as he looked at your dress again.

“Just some guy.” You shrugged.

“Did you like him?” Tom asked nervously.

“He was okay. Kinda boring. But he looked like Jake from Hannah Montana.”

“That doesn’t mean anything to me. I was team Jesse.”

“I was both. It literally stresses me out so much to think about what would happen if I was ever in that situation. I never would’ve been able to choose between Jesse and Jake. I have lost so much sleep over this. If We Were A Movie slaps but He Could Be The One? Are you kidding? Are you actually kidding? They were both so hot. Jesse had the forbidden love angle but Jake had the enemies to lovers arc. I don’t know how Miley chose. She is a stronger woman than I am.”

“Seems to me like you’re team Jake. Since you were just out on a date with him and all.” Tom said and playfully rolled his eyes.

“Shut up.” You laughed and pulled out your phone. “I left before our food came so I’m ordering a pizza.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you hadn’t eaten yet.” Tom frowned. “In my defense though, it was a really juicy pimple and you are my make up artist. But I’m sorry I ruined your date.”

“No you’re not.” You chuckled.

“No, I’m not.” He agreed. “What are you doing going on dates with other boys? I thought we were in the middle of our friends to lovers arc?”

“Oh, please. You’re an actor. You should know better than anyone that a third party has to be introduced to create a jealousy plot that finally pushes the love interests together.”

“Right.” Tom smiled. “My mistake.”

“All right. Pizza will be here in 10 minutes. I’m getting changed.” You put your phone down and got off the couch. Tom watched you as you walked into his bed room while unzipping the back of your dress.

“You can take some of my-“

“Already doing it.” You called from his bedroom as you riffled through his pajama drawer. Once you went into the bathroom, Tom went into his room and grabbed some pajamas for himself. You came out of the bathroom in a pair of Tom’s pajamas and saw him in a fuzzy Spiderman onesie.

“Aw. You look so cute.” You gushed and ran your fingertips down his arm.

“Thanks. I’m pretty sure this is meant for children, but.” Tom shrugged as a blush painted his cheeks

“I miss seeing you in the suit. You look so good in it. Even in pajama form.”

You sighed happily as you kept a hand on his shoulder and shamelessly checked him out.

“Thanks, darling.” Tom smiled shyly and took a step closer to you. You slowly looked up into his eyes and let your gaze drop to his lips. You both started to lean in but right before your lips could touch, the doorbell rang.

“Uh, pizzas here.” You said in a quiet voice without ever taking your eyes away from his lips. You quickly turned and left the room, leaving Tom alone with his disappointment.

A few weeks later, you were in a hotel room in Los Angeles the night before the start of the press tour. You were along for the ride as Tom’s makeup artist, which was exciting in itself. But what excited you the most was that you were on your very first press tour for a highly anticipated movie. You were setting out your clothes when you heard a knock at your door.

“Darling? It’s me. Can you open up?”

You opened the door and immediately lit up with joy when you saw that Tom was wearing his Spiderman suit.

“No way. Where did you get this?” You grinned as you put your hands on his chest.

“I have to wear it tomorrow for my appearance at Disney land. I thought I’d come surprise you.” Tom smiled sheepishly as he looked down at his suit.

“You put this on just for me?” You asked as you ran your fingertips up and down his arms.

“Well I know how much you like it.” He shrugged as he kept his eyes on you.

“I do like it. Come on in.” You slipped your hand into his and pulled him into your room. Tom noticed that you didn’t let go of his hand, even once you were behind closed doors.

“So what have you been doing tonight?” He asked as he ran his gloved thumb over your knuckles.

“Just getting an outfit ready for tomorrow. Can I get your opinion?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“Stay here. I’ll be right back.” You pushed him down on your bed before going over to your bathroom. Tom swung his legs as he waited for you to come out of the bathroom.

“This is option number one. What do you think?” You asked once you came out of the bathroom in a red floral romper.

“You look beautiful, darling. I love those things on you. What are they called? Rumper?”

“Romper.” You laughed. “You were close. Let me show you option two.”

You disappeared back in the bathroom and came back out a few minutes later in a little black dress. You leaned against the bathroom doorframe with one arm and put your hand on your hip to show off your dress.

“So? What do you think?”

“Wow. That’s a bit extravagant for Disney land, don’t you think?” Tom gulped as he shamelessly stared at you in the dress.

“It’s not for Disney. It’s for after. In case we want to celebrate your big movie.”

“Our big movie, love.” He corrected you with a smile.

“I don’t know. You’re the star. People are coming to see you. And I mean, I can’t blame them. You’re just so damn nice to look at.” You said as you walked over to him. You rested your hands on Tom’s shoulders and sat down on his lap.

“Especially in this suit.” You said before connected your lips to his. Tom’s hands rubbed up and down your body as he kissed you. You tangled your fingers in his curls as he pulled your bottoms lip between his teeth.

“What are we doing?“ He asked against your lips.

“I don’t know.“ You shook your head and continued to kiss him. There was a knock at the door suddenly, making you jump apart.

“Fuck. The tangerine.” You whispered and looked angry with yourself.

“What was that?“ Tom wondered.

“I’m so sorry. I ordered room service right before you came.” You smiled apologetically and got up from the bed. You threw a robe on before answering the door. When you came back, you had a single orange in your hand.

“That’s all you got? One orange?” Tom asked in disbelief, lips still tingling from the kiss.

“Don’t judge me.” You whispered again as you began to peel the orange.

“I’m not. As long as you share.” Tom shrugged, making you smile. You broke the orange in half and handed it to him.

“Here.”

“Thanks. Sony will kill me if I get juice all over this. I’m gonna take this off.” He told you as he got up from the bed.

“Oh. Okay.” You said. Tom noticed that you looked visibly disappointed and looked down at his suit.

“I mean, I could leave it on for a little longer.”

“Okay.” You smiled, all traces of disappointment gone. Tom frowned a little at your unexplained mood change but said nothing.

A couple days into the press tour, Tom sat in your makeup chair as you got him ready for a photoshoot with Toby and Andrew. It would be your first time meeting Toby and Andrew and your hands shook as you primed Tom’s face.

“I’m so excited. I can’t believe this is happening. I mean, the three of you together in a room again? I can’t wait. I’m so excited.” You said through a smile as you placed concealer under Tom’s eyes.

“I can tell.” Tom chuckled. “I can’t believe you joined production after we filmed the scenes with Andrew and Toby.”

“Don’t remind me. That’s why I’m so happy I get to be here today. Eek! I’m gonna scream.” You said in a high pitched voice.

“You just did.” He teased.

“Shut up and get out of my chair.” You playfully scolded him as you took the makeup cape off of him, revealing his suit. You stepped back and let out a happy sigh and he stood up and looked at himself in the mirror.

“All done?” He turned to you to ask. You nodded and walked up to him, placing your hands on his shoulders and dusting them off.

“All done.” You told him. “You look very handsome.”

“Thanks, darling.” He smiled softly. You looked at each other for a moment and he started to lean in.

“If I kissed you right now, would it mess up my makeup?”

“Did you feel me use lipstick on you, dumbass?” You replied in the same hushed tone he was using.

“No.” He shook his head as a smile tugged at his lips.

“Then it wouldn’t mess up your makeup, would it?”

“No.” His smile grew right before he leaned in to kiss you. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled against his lips. As per usual, the kiss was interrupted by the sound of knocking at the door.

“Tom, they’re ready for you.” Someone called through the door. You looked at each other and sighed before Tom stole a few more kisses.

“We should go.” He sighed again and kissed your cheek before leading you out of the room. When you walked onto the set of the photo shoot, you saw Toby and Andrew in their respective Spiderman suits, knocking the wind out of you.

“Oh my God. I’m gonna die.“ You whispered.

“You’re not gonna die. I got you.” Tom assured you. You hung back as Tom went up to Toby and Andrew, just happy to be in the room with them all. Toby left to take individual picture and you hung back as Tom talked to Andrew. You were perfect out content with staying back when you saw Tom look back at you and wave you over. You quickly shook your head and he laughed a little and waved you over until you walked to where he was.

“This is my makeup artist, Y/n.” Tom said as he put a hand on your back.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/n.” Andrew said and held out his hand.

“You too.” You said and shook his hand, smiling when you felt the material of his gloves. Tom noticed the way you were staring at Andrew, a look that was usually reserved for him, and felt a little pang of jealousy.

“Tom, over here.” The photographer called.

“I’ll be right back.” He told you before running over to the photographer, leaving you and Andrew alone. The photographer was telling Tom something, but he wasn’t listening to a single word. He was too busy staring at you as you threw your head back laughing at something Andrew had said.

“You look so good. Like seriously amazing.” You complimented Andrew as you gestured to him.

“What? In this old thing?” He joked as he looked down at his suit.

“I must’ve seen your movies a million times. I can’t even believe you’re standing in front of me in the suit right now.” You said, kicking yourself internally for geeking out in front of him.

“Me either. I definitely did not think I’d be slipping back into this thing.” Andrew told you as Tom eavesdropped.

“Well I’m glad you did. You look amazing. I think your suit might be my favorite of all of them.”

“Is it?” Andrew laughed, making Tom’s jealousy grow.

“Yeah. Don’t tell Tom.” You said and winked at him. Tom threw up a little in his mouth and quickly slapped a hand over his mouth.

“You okay, Tom?” The photographer asked. Tom quickly nodded and ran off the set. He washed his mouth out in the bathroom before looking at himself in the mirror.

“All right. That wasn’t a very reasonable reaction.” He said to his reflection. “Get it together. We must stay focused brothers.”

Tom splashed some water on his face before going back to the set. You excused yourself and walked over to Tom.

“There you are. I was looking for you.“

“Here I am.” Tom smiled weakly. “Can we talk later? It’s important.”

“Oh, okay, sure. You know where to find me.” You said as instinctively touched up his hair.

“I will do that. I will find you.” Tom nodded. You gave him a strange look before he got called over to the backdrop.

When Tom knocked on your door that night, he had a whole speech planned for you. He needed to know what the stolen kisses meant for your relationship. You had crossed a line you had never crossed before and he hoped that meant your friendship would evolve into a relationship. He knocked on your door and anxiously waited until you opened up.

“Hey.” He smiled nervously when you opened up.

“Hey Tom. What’s up?”

Tom noticed you didn’t kiss him and his smile faltered a little. You weren’t being cold to him, but you also weren’t giving him the attention you usually gave him. The attention he got when he was wearing the suit.

“I just wanted to stop by and say hi before went went to bed. That’s all.” He said, chickening out from asking you what he came to ask.

“Aw. You’re so sweet. Hi.”

“Sweet?” He whispered to himself as you went to close the door.

“Wait, didn’t you want to talk about something?” You said and opened the door again.

“It can wait. Have a good night.” He said quickly before practically running away.

On the night of the premier, you anxiously bounced your leg as you and Tom wete driven to the premier. He was in a black suit and tie and you were in a red dress with black beading on it that resembled spider webbing. He sensed your nerves and put a hand on your knee before giving you a reassuring smile. You put your hand over his and squeezed it as the driver pulled up to the premier.

“You’ll do great. Just follow my lead.” He whispered in your ear as he led you over to the first journalist.

“Hi Tom! You’re looking incredible tonight. And who are you with?” The journalist asked as he held the microphone out.

“This is my makeup artist, Y/n. She’s also my date tonight.” Tom smiled proudly at you and rubbed your back.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/n. You both look amazing. How are you feeling tonight?” The journalist asked you.

“I’m very excited. It’s my first big Hollywood premier.”

“First of many. Once the world sees her incredible work in this movie, every executive in Hollywood will be begging for her to work on their productions. It’s too bad, though. Because she signed a contact with me. She’s all mine.” Tom said as you shared a fond smile.

“So as his makeup artist, you must’ve gotten to see all behind the scenes action. What was your reaction the first time you saw him in the suit?”

“Oh my God.” You chuckled. “It was kinda embarrassing, actually.”

“Embarrassing? Why?”

“She was a little star struck.” Tom said as he pinched his fingers together.

“I was very star struck. I couldn’t even get a word out. And he still hasn’t let me live it down.”

“Because you had that reaction every single time you saw me in the suit. We worked together on this movie for five months and you must’ve seen me in that suit a hundred times. Yet every time, you’d freak out.”

“I couldn’t help it. I’ve loved the character of Spiderman since I was a kid so seeing you in person in the suit was surreal every time. When I used to watch Tobys movie a million times as a kid, I never thought they’d be doing remakes. And I certainly never thought I’d be working on one. It was a truly magical experience and I was reminded of how lucky I was every time I saw you in the suit.” You said as you looked at Tom, forgetting entirely about the journalist.

“It’s a great suit. It’s iconic.” The journalist added, reminding you that she was there.

“It is.” You agreed. “And he looks amazing in it.”

“And get this, she totally treats me different when I’m in the suit.” Tom said for the first time out loud.

“I know. I do. I can’t help it. I just love seeing you in the suit so much.” You replied, surprising Tom that you already knew you tested him differently.

“Treats you differently how?” The journalist asked.

“For starters, she never stops touching me.”

“I like the way it feels.” You shrugged. “It’s like a basketball.”

“But you don’t keep your hands to the suit. You play with my hair and my ears and whatever else you can reach.”

“Yeah. I just like it. I like the way it looks on you.”

“I don’t know about that. I swear, you like me better when I’m in the suit.” Tom said and clicked his tongue.

“Maybe I do.” You shrugged as the two of you held eye contact.

“Wow.” He pretended to be offended.

“I��m kidding. I love you always.” You assured him, making him blush. The rest of the night went by in a blur as you went from journalist to journalist and avoided questions about both the movie and your relationship to each other.

You went back to Toms hotel room that night, still buzzing with adrenaline from the premier. Your were seated on his bed scrolling through your Instagram as he took off his suit jacket.

“What are you looking at?”

“Just some pictures from tonight. I can’t get over how magical it was.” You sighed happily as you scrolled through the photos. You turned your phone to show him a picture of you under the gigantic Spiderman inflatable that was over the entrance of the premier.

“Look at that. I look so good under you.” You said with a coy smile.

“I’ve noticed.” Tom smirked as his eyes flicked between you and picture. “You looked beautiful tonight, darling. Absolutely radiant.”

“You didn’t look so bad yourself.” You said as you popped his collar up.

“It’s because I have a really good makeup artists. You’d like her.” Tom joked as you started to undo his tie.

“I bet I would. I have to say, as handsome as you look in a tuxedo, nothing beats the Spiderman suit.” You smiled as you tugged his tie off.

“You really love that suit, don’t you?” Tom smirked as you began to undo the buttons of his shirt.

“I do. You look so confident when you wear it. So tall and sure of yourself. You stand straighter too. I’ll never get over how good you look in it.” You said as you slowly looked up into his eyes.

“Thanks, darling.” Tom said quietly with his eyes locked on your lips.

“You’re welcome. You know I fall in love with you every time I see you in the suit, right?” You asked him.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. It’s true. You should wear it more often.”

“Maybe I will.” He gulped. “Can I show you something I stole from set?”

“Okay.” You laughed skeptically as Tom went over to his closet. He riffled around for a minute before pulling out his Spiderman suit.

“No way.” You gasped. “You stole an entire costume?”

“They have a million of these. They won’t miss it.”

“Can you put it on for me?” You asked as you walked over to him.

“You want me to?”

“Pretty please?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Stay right here. Don’t move. I swear to God. I’ll be right back.” Tom pecked your lips before disappearing into the bathroom. He came out a few minutes later in his suit, making you suck in a sharp breath.

“Oh fuck yes.” You sighed happily before crashing your lips to his. Tom’s gloved hands wrapped around your body as he kissed you the way he had been dreaming off since the first day he walked into your makeup trailer. You stumbled back towards the bed and he climbed on top of you without ever breaking the kiss.

“If anyone knocks at the door I swear to God.” Tom groaned against your lips, making you laugh.

“They won’t.” You giggled into the kiss.

“I’ve been wanting to do this forever.” Tom sighed as he kissed down your neck.

“So have I, Peter.” You replied, making him stop. He instantly sat up and covered his mouth with his hand.

“Oh my God.”

“Woah. What’s wrong?” You wondered.

“You just called me Peter.” He said as he got off the bed.

“No I didn’t.” You laughed.

“You did. You totally just called me Peter.” Tom stated as he started to undo the zips of his suit.

“Tom, don’t be silly. Why would I call you Peter?”

“Because you’re not in love with me. You’re in love with him.” Tom said sadly as he came to the realization for himself.

“Him? Who’s him?”

“Peter. The suit. The character. All of it. You don’t want me. You just think you do because of how much you love the character.” Tom said as he struggled to get out of the suit by kicking his feet around.

“Tom. At least let me help you.” You said as you watched him struggle.

“No. I don’t want your help. I’m so stupid. How did I not see that from the beginning? You’ve always treated me differently when I was in the suit. We joked about how you only liked me when I was wearing it, but that wasn’t a joke, was it?”

You got off the bed and walked over to Tom, who was still struggling to get the suit off. You touched his cheek and he stopped. When he looked at you, you could see that his eyes were glassy with tears.

“Tom. While I appreciate a good theory as much as the next guy, what you’re saying isn’t true.”

“Then how come we only kiss when I’m in the suit? That’s the only time we go from friends to more.” Tom said sadly without meeting your eyes.

“I have an answer. I swear, I do. I just can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s embarrassing. Can you just take my word for it that I love you always, not just when you’re in the suit?” You said as you rested your hands on his shoulders.

“I want to believe you. I really do. But I can’t. Not without an explanation.” Tom said. You nodded in understanding and took a deep breath before mumbling something under your breath.

“What was that?” Tom asked.

“I was very clear.” You shrugged, making Tom’s confusion grow.

“I literally didn’t hear a single word you said.”

“Because the suit makes me wicked horny, okay?” You shouted in exasperation. “Like unbearably horny. I can hide my feelings for you when you’re in plain clothes but when you’re in the suit, I’m defenseless. I’m a goner. I don’t stand a chance. Not one single chance, Tom. I’m in love with you no matter what you’re wearing but when I see you in that goddamn suit, I cannot control myself. I am completely helpless to the violent lust that takes over my body when I see you in the suit. It’s like I go into heat or something. Or like a really horny demon possesses my body. I wanna bark when I see you. I wanna scream “awooga” and whistle. Do you understand? You make me want to catcall you. I can literally feel my heartbeat in my vagina. Do you know how turned on you have to be to feel your heartbeat in your vagina? No. You don’t. Because you don’t have a vagina. But I do. And when I see you in that suit, my vagina - are you laughing at me?”

“No.” Tom shook his head as he put a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter.

“Are you laughing at me? Are you seriously fucking laughing at me?” You asked as you playfully smacked his arm.

“Awooga?” He said before bursting out laughing.

“Awooga? I just confessed my feelings for you and all you can say is “awooga”?

“You said it first.” He mumbled under his breath.

“I hate you.” You whined and walked away from him.

“Hold up.” He caught your wrist. “If you’re so in love with me, then why did you just call me Peter?”

“I don’t really have an explanation for that one. The only explanation I can offer is that “Tom” is only one syllable and that’s kinda hard to moan.” You shrugged, making Tom smile in relief.

“Fair enough.” He replied. You walked back over to him and tilted his chin up to make him look at you.

“I love you, Tom. Not Peter. Not your suit. You. Only you.”

“I love you too.” Tom smiled softly.

“You can put your clothes back on now. I’ll still love you in your pajamas.”

“You better.” Tom said before leaning in to kiss you again. He grabbed a pair of pajamas and got changed in the bathroom before coming back into the room.

“There he is.” You smiled. “My love.”

Tom returned the smile as he cupped your face and kissed you again. This time, you were able to kiss each other without all the confusion clouding your minds. Tom pulled away after a minute to look at you.

“I love you, darling. I’ve loved you for a long time. I love you and I’m glad you exist.”

“I love you too, Andrew.” You replied, making his smile immediately drop.

“That was a joke. I swear.” You told him with a short laugh.

“You’re not as funny as you think you are.” Tom shook his head and started to walk away. You laughed again and grabbed him by the hand.

“Come back. I’m sorry. Let’s kiss and make up. Get it? Because I’m your makeup artist?”

“It’s a good thing you’re so good at makeup because you do not have a future in standup comedy.“ Tom mumbled, making you playfully gaps. He cracked a smile and wrapped his arms around you.

“In all seriousness, I’d like you to be more than my makeup artist, love. I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“I want that too.” You told him as you rested your forehead against his. You tilted your chin up to kiss him again, which he happily accepted. When you pulled away, your eyes flicked over to the Spiderman suit that was laying lifelessly on the ground.

“What would you say to putting the suit-“

“No.” Tom said immediately.

“It was worth a shot.”

the end

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The Fight For Our Lives

pairing: tom holland x sister!reader

genre: fluff 

warnings: so much talk of taylor swift, bad writing

summary: i don't wanna ruin the plot twist but just read it please 

A/N no one asked for this and I have a million requests in my inbox that i'm working on so just enjoy this short little thing while i work on everything else

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Everyone was so close to a mental breakdown, especially you. And at this point, you felt the need to go back in time and warn your past self. Tell her it's a terrible idea and she definitely shouldn't do it. If you could, you would've never put yourself in this situation in the first place. 

You needed to rewind time and tell Y/N from 45 minutes ago that this was going to end in disaster. 

And Tom felt the exact same way.

If only he wouldn't have accepted the job from his parents to do this. If only he would've thought thing through, then he wouldn't currently be on the verge of committing a crime. 

It was the moment that everyone had been dreading for 15 years. The task that everyone pushed off as a future problem, but now was the moment they had to face their biggest fear....

Teaching Y/N Holland how to drive. 

Tom had been stupid enough to accept the job that his parents offered him, and now he knows exactly why his parents didn't want to do it themselves. 

"Tom, I have a really important chore for you" Nicki started. 

"Ok...." tom responded, putting his phone down.

"Someone needs to teach y/n how to drive, and god knows you're the only one with enough patience to do so"

"ok i'll do it! how hard can it be?" tom laughed at his moms dramatics. 

Oh how naive he was to think that his mom was exaggerating how bad this was going to be, for both Tom and you. 

It had started off pretty smoothly, with only one curb getting hit and almost running over a couple of pedestrians. Although Tom wasn't too worried during those moments, he soon began to fear for his life and sanity. 

You got distracted because of the fact that you listening to Taylor Swift while you drove, so Tom tried to turn off the music after you almost ran a red light because of this. However, you were not pleased with your eldest brother disrupting your jamming session, so you instantly became very irritated. 

You tried to turn it back on, as you insisted that it helped you drive better, but due to the fact that any other person on this earth would disagree with your statement, Tom immediately slapped your hand away from the button that turns your music back on. 

"DONT TOUCH ME I'M LISTENING TO TAYLOR SWIFT" you practically screamed at him. 

"WELL I'M SORRY THAT I WANT TO SURVIVE THIS DRIVE" Tom said, matching your volume. 

"BUT WILDEST DREAMS (taylor's version) HELPS ME KEEP US ALIVE" you said, to which Tom rolled his eyes. 

"you literally missed 3 turns in a row because you were rambling about how good the bridge of this song would mix with 13 of her other songs" Tom started to calm down, but unfortunately for him, you had a point to make. 

"YOU'RE JUST BEING A HATER, AND I'M JUST GONNA SHAKE IT OFF BECAUSE I CAN DRIVE" you were so proud of that comeback that your little smirk accidentally showed through, which angered  your brother even more. 

"Y/N EYES ON THE ROAD" he was overreacting at this point. Everyone knows you can defend Taylor Swift and drive at the same time. You can practically do anything while fulfilling your swiftie duties. 

"I. NEED. TAYLOR. SWIFT." you weren't giving up on this anytime soon, so Tom decided to just let you win this argument. 

That doesn't mean he wasn't scared for his life though.

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HoneyMoon Hell ♤♡

Sensory processing disorder reader! x Tom Holland

Summary: Morning wake up call gone wrong

Warnings: smut, sensory meltdown, aftercare, Tom being a perfect hubby

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Big Girl Thoughts ♤*

mommy!wanda maximoff x reader

Summary: Wanda just can't get enough of her baby

Warnings: Overstimulation, smut, mommy kink, Wanda being condesending, degrading

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How Would They Know? ♤♡

mommy!natasha romanoff x reader

Summary: Y/N and Natasha go out for dinner, but Natasha has an idea to mix it up

Warnings: overstimulation, mommy kink, public sex, bathroom sex, pet names, degrading, aftercare, etc

Word Count: 3405

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Series: Meeting the Coworkers ♤♡^

Steve Rogers x Y/N x peter parker , wanda maximoff x bucky barnes x natasha romanoff

Summary: Steve has been transparent about his polyamorous relationship with some of his Coworkers since he started dating Y/N, but she was never interested. Until she became curious with that part of Steve's life and asks to meet the gang, but just one at a time. Things get heated and Y/N discovers a whole new side of herself

Part 1: Meeting Peter Parker

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Dios Mio♤♡

peter parker x tony stark's daughter!reader

Summary: Peter and Y/N get caught in the act by her dad- Tony Stark

Warnings: smut, oral (f recieving) orgasum denial if you squint, Tony Stark being an overprotective dad, getting caught in the act, embarrassment, mention of getting pregnant, mention of marriage,

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Cravings ♤♡

Natasha romanoff x pregnant! reader

Summary: natashas 's wife wakes up with intense pregnancy cravings

Warnings: smut, mommy kink, pregnancy, pregnancy cravings, strap on, hypersensitive, nipple play, aftercare, pet names, Russian pet names

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Viral ♤

Pornstar!Natasha romanoff x influencer!reader

Summary: Y/N's followers dare her to call Natasha 'Mommy' on camera

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, strap used, overstimulation, Mommy kink, video sex, live stream sex, cussing, pet names (bunny, luv, luvie, baby, babygirl, etc), praise kink, degradation kink, Y/N says “it hurt” (nothing is physically hurting her tho), bad writing

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Principessa ◇♤

dark!mafia!bucky barnes x innocent!reader

Warnings: smut, non con, kidnapping, mafia leader Bucky, housewife kink, degrading kink, non consensual use of a vibrator, overstimulation, bondage, crying, innocence kink, squirting, virgin reader, Bucky’s kinda sick but it’s also kinda hot 👀

Summary: Y/N's trip to Italy turns dark

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Conflict of Interest ♤

dom!Natasha x needy!reader

Warnings: edging, overstimulation, Y/N falls deep into subspace, praise kink, use of a vibrator, Y/N’s insecure thoughts, use of a strap, allusion to aftercare, but not actually written

Summary: Y/N is very needy while Natasha is working

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Malyshka♤^

alpha!Wanda x omega!reader

Summary: Y/N joins the Avengers thinking she’ll be able to hide being an omega. Wanda bursts her bubble.

Warnings: smut, overstimulation, mating, biting, penetration, omega heat, fingering, knotting, pet names (malyshka, baby, luv, luvie), Bucky’s an asshole, a kinda maybe spark better Bucky (I can’t write fight scene without banter), scenting, scent blockers

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Hungry ♤♡

alpha!Rhyand x omega!reader

Summary: Rhysand finds a way to make his mate eat during her heat

Warnings: smut, cockwarming, teasing, mating, reader not wanting to eat but Rhys convincing her too, bargaining, heat and rut, overstimulation, mention of biting/marking, breeding kink, pet names (Alpha, Omega, little dove, baby), wing play/stimulation, food play if you squint, bad writing, not proof read

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Chronically ill Reader:

I'm Here ♡

steve rogers x endometriosis!reader

Summary: Steve Roger's girlfriend has endometriosis and gets her period

Warnings: chronic pain, reader has endometriosis which causes extremely painful periods, reader gets her period, throwing up, crying, little suggestive but not really (Y/N thinks Steve is gonna do something sexual for a second, but he doesn't)

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How Low Can You Go? ♡

Diabetic!reader x Stucky

Summary: reader’s blood sugar drops in the middle of the night

Warnings: Dangerously low blood sugar, low blood sugar symptoms (head racing, shaky, brain fog), crying, blood, mention of glucose tablets (which is kinda a medication? It helps get your blood sugar up), orange juice, fluff, pet names (Ladybug, princess, sweetie, honey, etc)

Short and sweet enough to give your hyperglycemia (high blood sugar)

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Meeting the CoWorkers Part 2: Meeting Wanda

Bare: dom!rhysand x reader

Principessa Part 2

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[lnfours]

summer loving ⎸ t.h (teaser)

summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

au:  based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

wc: a nice intro with 1k words

warnings: none yet, maybe some jealousy, hiding feelings for one another, some fluff and a bit of angst if you squint

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

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the summer breeze was warm, salty air as the sun met the water of the ocean. you sat down on the sand, hands brushing over the towel you had laid down so you didn’t get sand all over your clothes. you had been reading, enjoying the peace and quiet as the sun went down. occasionally, people would pass you and smile as they walked the beach with their loved ones or their dogs, but not many people bothered you. 

you were too lost in daydreaming and watching the sky change from blue to a mix of pink, purple and red to realize someone sat down beside you. when you saw a flop of brown curls out of your peripheral, you realized it was just tom.

you and your brother and the holland brothers had been best friends ever since both of your moms had you. you were all like one big family at this point, tom and his brothers being almost inseparable between your brother which would sometimes leave you to hang out with the mom. you we’re complaining, the boys would do their own things sometimes and you and the moms would go get your nails done together or go shopping.

but, the thing with tom was that he’s always had a soft spot for you. whenever the older boys picked on you or was a little out of line, he would always hang back to make sure you were okay or to wipe your tears away and to remind you that you’re ‘way better than those losers’. 

which would make sense as to why you felt yourself growing attached to tom after the years went by, but this summer it felt different. a lot different. and you couldn’t tell if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

“hey,” he smiled, looking over at you, “knew i’d find you here. you’re always on the beach on your first day.”

you sent him a small smile back, “yeah, i enjoy the peace and quiet.”

his face dropped and he moved to stand again, “sorry, i can go if you-”

“no, no, it’s okay,” you reassured him as he lowered himself back to the ground, “it’s okay. was getting kind of lonely out here, i must admit.”

he nodded, looking down at the book on the towel, “reading anything interesting?”

you shrugged, “depends, would you find a romance between a hockey player and a girl he goes to college with interesting?”

he scrunched his nose, “you were always the one who was into sappy shit like that, no wonder you always hung out with the moms.”

you rolled your eyes as you both let out a laugh, “yeah, i guess so.”

you didn’t notice the way his eyes softened as he looked over at you and studied your side profile. tom was different this summer, and you thought it had to do something between him and his girlfriend breaking up, but he didn’t really seem all that upset whenever he was mentioned. you wanted to pick his brain, be his support if he was going through something.

but just like the other holland boys, he was stubborn as hell. you knew getting him to open up would be a battle. you figured he knew if he ever needed to talk to you, he could. it was unspoken, but the two of you were the closest of the rest of the kids, so it just made sense. 

“you should take a picture, it’ll last longer.” you smirked over at him, catching him staring. he snorted back a laugh, fishing his phone out of his hoodie as he raised the camera to you.

you let out a laugh, covering your face, “i didn’t actually mean it!”

“oh, come on! i’m sure you’d love a candid to post on your instagram, make you look all sorts of mysterious.”

you shook your head, smiling at the camera as he snapped the picture, “perfect.”

“let me see,”

he snatched his phone back as he raised it over his head, “nope! for my eyes only.”

“tom! come on!” you laughed as you fought with him for the phone. he rose to his feet suddenly before wiggling it over your head.

“you gotta catch me if you wanna see it.” 

you were suddenly up and moving, ready for the challenge. you chased him down the beach as the both of you laughed, the two of you tumbling into the sand in a fight over the phone once more. it was playful, teasing almost as he laughed at you. you hadn’t noticed you were on top of him until your eyes met. you felt your heartbeat quicken as he quickly looked at your lips before locking his eyes back with yours.

suddenly it was like the air grew thick, like you couldn’t breathe. you felt him place a hand on your cheek, the phone now long forgotten about as you let him guide you down to his face. his lips brushed yours, his nose pressing against yours and you could feel his minty breath fan your face. you had been dreaming about this happening for years, your heart pounding against your chest as you thought about what it’d finally feel like to kiss tom holland.

that was until a voice pulled the two of you apart, you scrambling off of him in efforts to hide the fact that you were about to kiss him. 

and there stood sam with crossed arms, an unamused look on his face, “dinner’s ready. the moms want you two back.”

“yeah, yeah, we’re coming.” tom said, his own head spinning as he looked over at you. you sent him a tight lipped smile as he offered you his hand to help you up out of the sand.

“thanks,” you mumbled, grabbing your things from the spot you had been sitting at.

“yeah, no problem,” he said, “c’mon, the dinner rolls are the best when they’re fresh out of the oven.”

you nodded, following him back up the path and to the house wondering how you got into this situation with the oldest holland boy.

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[takenbyheartstrings]

CROSS THE LINE.

summary: you turn up late to class one day, and your professor takes notice and as a friendship starts to form. what happens when you're both willing to cross a line?

pairing: professor!tom holland x student!fem!reader

warnings: SMUT!! (extended warnings under the cut), fluff!! some angst??? (if you squint tbh)

word count: 10.3k (3.1k is smut <3)

extended smut warnings: p in v (unprotected, pls use protection!), fingering, oral (fem receiving), praise kink, slightly rough, back scratching, somnophilia (minor, not really). i think that's it, i could've missed something tho.

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You tumbled into your first class with him. God, it was so embarrassing. The way you were late, half-asleep, and your hair all messy. Your clothes were dishevelled and creased. Sure, half of your outfit was your pyjamas, and it was the bottom half. Pyjama pants with flowers on them and a tank top that was a little too loose… and of course, you forgot to wear a bra! This day couldn’t get any worse for you – and it was just the beginning.

The look on your professor’s face was one you didn’t desire to see again. It was a mix of confusion and surprise. Eyebrows furrowed yet eyes wide when you stumble into the room through the large doors of the lecture hall. All your peers eyes were on you, and you were too embarrassed to meet anyone’s eyes when you make your way to a seat at the front of the room.

You also noticed that this was the new professor your last professor had told your class about… so, way to make a first impression! The rest of your class was used to you being late and showing up in your pyjama’s sometimes. Most of the pupils in the room were the same from last year – who had continued to choose this class as a part of their course, but you couldn’t imagine what was going through the heads of the newer people.

Let alone, your professor for the year.

You were itching to get out of there the moment you had walked in, the moment you sat down. But your new professor looked at you with a gleam in his eyes, telling you it was okay that you were late. You had muttered your sorries as you walked to your seat.

Your professor turned back to the class and continued what he had been saying before. Choosing not to acknowledge you any further. You looked over him.

He was quite young, and he had brown curly hair. It was quite long, but not too long in the sense where he could tie it up. He wore glasses and he was in a black button-down shirt, and a pair of black slacks. His coat was over his desk, and it was a shade of tan. His wrist wore a watch, though, you couldn’t really tell what kind it was. Just that it might be a little expensive. He was also wearing a chain around his neck. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up too. He had muscles and they clenched every time he brought his two hands together.

It wasn’t long before you caught yourself ogling your brand-new professor and as you looked over to the whiteboard, you found out his name is Professor Holland.

Time flew by in this class, you were taking notes and trying your hardest to listen, but the young professor had caught you off guard and you were struggling to comprehend half the things you would’ve understood last year with Professor Hemsworth. It was a struggle to concentrate with this new professor. The way he spoke was darling, his accent so strong and unique. You found yourself staring more than listening and you could already tell you were going to have major problems in this classroom.

As the class was dismissed, you suspected that you would be held back by the charmingly sweet man. Who said goodbye to most students that walked by and were prepared to say it back. He did in fact ask you to stay back.

Tom found you charming. He found your demeanour sweet. The way you stumbled into the room caught him off-guard, he can admit. But he knew it wasn’t from a place of malice, you were simply just late.

Tom walks up to you and sits down in the seat beside you, “Nice to meet you miss…?”

“L/n, but you can call me y/n.” You smile softly, “I’m sorry about earlier. I just…I woke up late.”

“Okay, Miss y/n.” He compromises, “Do you have any excuse? I understand that you’re a college student, but this is your first day.”

He approaches the situation with care, never making you feel like you were in trouble, even though you were. He didn’t make it feel like that at all. In fact, he made you feel calm and collected. Like you could actually get your thoughts out of your brain and have a real, decent, conversation. Which didn’t happen very often with quite a few professors – you loved Professor Hemsworth for the same reason. He made you feel okay. But this was different. You were staring deeply into Professor Holland’s eyes trying not to get lost.

It was funny how quickly your crush began to start. You had only known him for one hour of your life and you were already thinking about him without him having left the room.

“Miss y/n?” He asks, calling you out of whatever trance he put you in.

“Sorry… I’m just really tired?” You question yourself carefully, “I do actually have really bad sleeping patterns, so when I do sleep it’s, like, in the middle of the day or really early in the morning and I’m just really sorry.”

Tom shakes his head, “Nothing to be sorry for. I get it’s something you can’t necessarily control, but please do try to get to class on time. Regardless, if you do find yourself in need of help or late again, my office is open during office hours and I’d be happy to help you understand, clarify, or run through things.”

You smile softly and Tom returns it, “Thank you, Professor. I’ll… try my best not to let myself be late again.”

You exit the room in a hurry, in order not to embarrass yourself further.

*

The days are long as you wait for your next class, eager.

You enjoy the class; you enjoy the content. But recently, you’ve found yourself enjoying the view in front of you. It was wrong and you knew that. You shouldn’t be ogling your professor of all people. But it was just a stupid attraction. You’d heard other girls in your class talking about it too and it’s not like you’d actually act on what you were thinking. It’s not like you would tell him.

Stuck in the library was where you were, doing your homework for your Ancient History class. Professor Holland had assigned a task on Ancient Egypt and the mummification process. Basic stuff but needed in order to continue to the rest of the course.

You were sat upstairs in a tiny booth. Books sprawled out all across the table and your glasses fogging up every so often because of how warm it was in the room. You had to keep taking them on and off to wipe them and it was getting annoying, but your angry huffs weren’t helping and the way you held your hand to your mouth breathing into it whilst you read was not helping.

You had your pen tucked behind your ear and a number of different coloured sticky notes you were using to annotate the pages.

It had been five days since your Ancient History class – five days since you walked in late and embarrassed yourself. You had a class tomorrow and you were trying not to stay up late, but time was getting away from you again. Albeit you were actually tired, you were trying to cram in as much information as possible so you’re not caught off in class again and you didn’t want to make the walk back to your dorm at the moment, but you knew you would have to tread through the dark, cold night with nothing but a flashlight.

You started to slip away into slumber on top of your hand, your book sliding underneath your elbow and you started to let yourself go. Your eyes were drooping shut and your head started to hit the book as if you had a nice, warm, pillow to keep you here. You knew you shouldn’t fall asleep in the library, but you couldn’t help yourself. It didn’t close till eleven and you knew that you could get in a few hours as it was only eight. Given, when the library did close, you would be awoken by the librarian who would be somewhat mad, but you’re in here so often that she wouldn’t be terribly angry. Only slightly.

But someone cleared their throat, jerking you awake. Your glasses were fogged as you tried to make eye contact with who was trying to get your attention and you took them off quickly rubbing the lenses, making eye contact with who you would assume was the librarian waking you up because the five minutes of sleep you thought you were getting had actually turned into the four you thought you had signed up for.

But you blinked again, as you looked up, you noticed the familiar black slacks and yet, today, he wears a spotted purple button up. The rolled-up sleeves that just touch his biceps and he wears his own glasses, his eyebrows are raised as he looks at your messy hair and tired eyes.

God, you had embarrassed yourself in front of your professor… again.

Your smile is calm and collected, as if he didn’t just catch you falling asleep over your Ancient History textbooks, “Hi, Professor,” you say softly, pushing up your glasses.

He smiles, “Is Ancient History really that boring?” He questions you.

Your eyes widen and you’re talking quickly, unable to fathom the amount of embarrassment you feel, “No, no, no, I… just, I’m so tired. Ancient History is great! I’m really enjoying the subject so far and the content is superb!”

Professor Holland chuckles, shaking his head, “I’m only messing around.”

Thank god. You forget he’s young – that he can actually joke around. He looks like he’s thirty and although you’re only twenty-three, you forget that seven years isn’t much at all.

You let out a slightly awkward laugh, “…Right, well, I’m just trying to be prepared for tomorrow.”

“I’m glad that you’re sleeping.” He comments, remembering the way you walked into class late, “Although, I’m not quite sure that the library is the best place to do so.”

You groan, “I swear I was awake a few minutes before you got here, I was only just starting to fall asleep.”

“Well, I’m sorry I disturbed your nap.” He says softly as he sits down, his features are the same, soft and watching you with careful eyes as you move the sprawled books getting them all into a pile to make space for him.

He sets down his book bag next to him, pulling out his laptop, “Do you mind if I work here?” He questions you, hesitant.

You shake your head, “Do you mind if I fall back asleep?” You chuckle.

He shakes his head, “No, but I do think your dorm would be a better substitute than an uncomfortable couch.”

“My legs are numb,” You sigh, “I think I’ll be alright.”

He laughs as you place your head back onto a book, feeling the tiredness take over you again. You were slightly self-conscious of how you might look, if you might drool. But the feeling of sleep overtook any worries you might have.

Tom hadn’t really gotten to know you. But he knew you the most out of all of his students and you were… goodness, you were just captivating. He knew he shouldn’t look at you sleeping like this. There was nobody in the library to catch him staring at you as you slept. There were people on the bottom floor, but nobody at the top and you were adorable.

You were adorable when you looked up at him. You were adorable when you were nervous. He loved making you nervous. He had only done it twice, but he wanted to keep doing it. He wanted to keep making you flustered and as he watched you sleep he found himself thinking about much more. How your lips were pursed against the book. How they might feel like the pillows you dreamt of sleeping on.

Tom cursed himself quietly, trying to keep his eyes on the screen of his laptop in desperate attempt to get you out of his head. He was your teacher. You were his student. He shouldn’t be thinking of you like this – maybe the two of you could be friends but that would only be after the year was over. He finds your company enjoyable.

When you walk into class the next day, you’re refreshed. Better yet, you’re there on time. As students filter into the room, Tom takes notice of you, and you meet his eyes. He smiles at you softly, knowing the nap you had last night must’ve helped you.

Tom had offered to drive you home and although you told him you wanted him to, you were fine walking in the dark, not wanting to be a bother to him. Telling him that your dorm was only a few minutes away. Tom wasn’t really sure, wanting to see you get home safe. But you had declined, and he wanted to respect that – he wanted to respect you.

You felt your stomach flutter as the attractive young professor looked over at you. Today, he wears brown slacks and a white button down. Today, his sleeves are pulled all the way down, and his tanned coloured coat sits on the back of his seat. But Tom stays standing, pacing around the class as he explains things. You watch the way his hands move as he talks and writes things up on the board.

You were actually taking notes when you weren’t distracted by the sound of his voice or the way his curls cascaded down his head or the way his brown eyes lit up when he got excited about something in particular. The way his muscles tensed when he got really passionate about something, or when he would push up his glasses in the cutest way because they fall down when he speaks.

You take your bottom lip in between your teeth as you watch him. His voice is like velvet and that accent just gets you every time. You don’t know what you’re doing. Why you’re thinking this way. You’re holding out for something more, and it’ll never come. You’ve known him for a week, of course it won’t.

It shouldn’t… it couldn’t.

You were distracted in class for much longer than you thought you would be. It wasn’t good. You debated leaving the class – but you loved it too much to leave. You loved the content. You love what you’re learning. But it’s so hard to focus when there are thoughts of the man you have to watch teaching you every single time you have class.

When class is dismissed, you find yourself knowing a tad bit more about the subject, but your mind still needs some refreshing. You debate going over to Professor Holland’s office after your last class of the day around six o’clock. But you decide against it. You wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself again by not knowing some of the content, especially after being caught in the library asleep over your books the night before, studying for what this unit of content would bring.

Tom was trying to shove thoughts in his mind about you away. You were so beautiful. When you walked into the classroom, he tried his best not to keep his eyes on you. In a pair of jeans and a cute jumper that was just a little too big for you. You kept a pen behind your ear. You had done the same thing in the library the previous night and he wonders why... You’ve got a pencil case in your hands. Maybe it’s for convivence, maybe it’s for fashion. Maybe it’s one of your little quirks – the rest he has not discovered yet, but very much wants to.

But he can’t, he shouldn’t, and he wouldn’t.

He made a promise to himself that he would stay away from you – even though you were so captivating. Even if you were drawing him in. But he also didn’t want to seem like a creepy professor that had something for his student. He wasn’t quite sure what it was. He wasn’t quite sure what he had for you. Maybe he was yearning for a new friend in a place where he was all alone. In a place where he had nobody. He had just moved from England over here to teach and all he had was Tessa – a cute dog.

A cute dog to which he walks every single morning and just so happened to cross your path while doing so.

It was one of those mornings where you had actually managed to wake up early and get a goodnight rest. You don’t know why you were suddenly getting so much sleep. But you had been happier, livelier.

You wore a scarf and a pair of leggings and boots. A Henley too, one that dipped just a little too low and two of the buttons that held your shirt together undone. You held a cup of something that had some steam coming out of it. Tom wasn’t sure what it was, but he knew that you looked beautiful.

… and Tessa must’ve thought so too because she ended up pulling herself away from her leash and running over to you. Which left a failing Tom running after her as you pet her.

“Where is your owner…” You say softly bending down, taking a look at the collar that sits around her neck, “Tessa?”

“I am very sorry.” A familiar voice speaks, and you want to run you want to hide. Tom had been your professor for four months at this point and the two of you hadn’t really talked since the library where he watched you sleep, and you fought the urge to stay away and watch him work.

You’d be lying if you said your crush on him hadn’t escalated, your roommate Zendaya knew about it, and she scolded you when she found out and it was followed by your pleads begging her to stop and you just saying ‘I know’ over twenty times. The air was still a little cold, but started to get warmer.

Your eyes grazed over what he was wearing – you’d learnt very quickly that his fashion taste was actually quite put together. That he was quite put together in himself. The watch that you couldn’t catch site of on your first day was actually a rolex and you had every urge to ask him about it, but fiend away, scared of what would happen or what could happen. A relationship could blossom.

It's not like you didn’t want to be his friend – you would love that. Many students often are quite close with some professors in a platonic way and then again, they were also the professor’s TA. Helping the professor mark. Keeping a strictly platonic relationship. Something you thought you couldn’t do.

You scoff with appreciation, “There’s no need to be sorry! She’s so cute.” You stay on your knees, scratching behind her ears as she tries to give you a kiss and you let her give you one, with a laugh.

Tom thinks you look beautiful, against the morning sun with a cup of whatever you’re having and laughing, your laugh is probably the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. All he can do is smile down at you and Tessa. He’s admiring your outfit still, trying not to let his eyes go down to your cleavage, but your laugh and smile is just too much for him. He’s trying to remain professional.

“So, where are you headed?” Tom questions softly as you stand, almost meeting his eyes. You’re just a tad shorter than him and the smile you give him is the most beautiful he’s ever seen. He begins to think you are the most beautiful person, being, he’s ever seen.

You take a sip of what’s in your cup, shuddering, the warmth, and a cold breeze hitting the two of you, “The art department.”

“You’re an art student?” He questions.

You nod careful, “Yeah, only on the side, though… I actually major in Archaeology.”

He smiles bashfully, “So that’s why you take my class.”

“That’s why I take your class.” The two of you are now walking toward the arts building on the campus.

He looks over at you, thoughtfully, “Why Archaeology.”

“God, it’s terrible, it’s so embarrassing.” You sigh and deadpan, biting back a smile, “I can’t tell you.”

He scoffs, “Of course you can. C’mon, humour me. It can’t be that bad.”

“Right, so originally, I got into it through playing Uncharted and Tomb Raider. I used to want to be Lara Croft so bad.” You laugh, throwing your head back, “But when I actually started getting into it a little more than just wanting to be Tomb Raider, I really actually fell in love with it.”

“That’s not embarrassing.” Tom concludes, “Maybe a little, but it led you to the thing you love and if I might speak on the topic, Uncharted and Tomb Raider are brilliant games.”

“You’ve played?!” You question a little shocked and Tom’s jaw drops.

“I’m not that old!” He’s slightly offended and your eyes widen to what you’ve implied – he’s flustered you once more and now you’re beginning to trip over your words.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I was just… people don’t usually-”

“Relax, darling, I was only joking.” He places a hand on your shoulder.

Everything stuns you. His hand on your shoulder. The pet name he uses. It slips off of his tongue so effortlessly, as though he says it all the time. But yet, you’re still caught of guard. Tom feels your body tense and awkwardly removes his hand as you feel flush. He can see how embarrassed you just are.

“Oh.” You say softly, “I’m still sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.” He says with a small smile, and you meet his eyes, smiling all the same.

The two of you had forgotten about Tessa when the two of you stop, but she tugs Tom’s leash, pulling him slightly, making him jump, breaking the two of you out of this trance that was held for a short moment.

The two of you continue to walk, noticing that your classroom isn’t too far from where the both of you are, Tom notices you taking another sip.

“This might be weird, but I’m dying to know what’s in the cup.” He sighs, “I can assume it’s coffee, but with you I’m not quite sure – you can tell a lot about a person from what’s in the cup.”

You hum, “Interesting, how would you know if I’m lying or not?”

“I have faith in you.” He shrugs with a teasing grin.

You chuckle, “It’s a white-hot chocolate.”

Tom looks baffled for a short moment, “White hot chocolate?”

“Yeah! Hot chocolate but instead of milk it’s white.” You look down at your cup, feeling a little flush, “It’s sweeter than normal hot chocolate… I’ve got quite a sweet tooth. Like a terrible sweet tooth.”

He smiles, “That’s not a bad thing. It just says you’re a happier, more open person, and from what I’ve seen over the past few months in class, you are quite a happy person, but a little more reserved than most.”

You nod at the observation, “I’m not sure that’s a good thing either.”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

You shrug, “I have one friend. I can’t even lie. She’s my roommate too.”

Tom chuckles, “Well, I’ve got no friends and I’ve been here for six months. Most teachers here are quite old, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but some of them aren’t that nice either.”

You scoff, “Right? Like what stick is up your ass?” You question, and immediately cover your mouth with your hand.

Tom’s laughing as he watches you do so, “No, darling, I quite agree with that statement.”

The pet name catches you off guard again, but this time you’re able to move over it a little quicker than before.

You look at him, debating your options, is this the right choice? Are you making a good decision? Clearly you weren’t quite thinking when you said this, blinded by his smile and his puffy thin lips that smiled against the cold air.

“I’ll be your friend then.” You smile.

Tom smiles, and it’s big, he’s also scared… he also doesn’t care. He’s too conflicted right now, but, regardless, he says it anyway.

“I’d really like that.”

*

Being Tom’s friend was less awkward than you expected. You practically became his TA. Scratch that you did become his TA. Which consisted of long nights in his office marking papers. Sometimes you’d fall asleep on his desk and Tom would throw his coat over you to keep you warm. He couldn’t help but watch you sleep. He just couldn’t.

You were so adorable. He could look at the sight for ages. But he’d be dammed if he let himself.

“You know, I am sorry about falling asleep every time we do these late-night marking sessions.” You say quietly as you stir awake from your tiny nap.

Tom scoffs, “Nonsense. You need the rest.”

It had been two more months since you decided to be his friends and the two of you did this two times every week, helping him catch up on marking classes that you weren’t in. There were a lot of papers, a lot of homework. Every time you weren’t quite sure what to do, he’d help you. His mouth would be close to your ear as he explained, and you could feel yourself feeling flush all the time. He awakened something in you that made you want to scream. Made you want to turn around and just put your lips onto his.

Tom felt the same. He didn’t know why he let himself get so close to you, or teach you like this when he could simply pull the laptop or stack of papers across the desk and show you like that – upside down, anything else. But you were so timid and nervous that he thought getting up and helping you would be a much better idea.

Turns out it was, for him at least. Being so close to you. It was like you were this force. You were unexplainably so beautiful, and you radiated warmth… and god, you were an addicting thought to his brain. But Tom couldn’t admit it to himself, he was so ashamed of how he would lay in bed at night and touch his cock to you, wrapping his hand around his tip imagining it was you.

You had done the same, too. Touched yourself, thinking about his tongue in place of your fingers. Eating out your pussy and licking your cunt. He was probably the most addicting drug you could possibly ever had, and you never even had him. You never would.

If you knew what Tom was doing, he thinks you’d think he was some fucking weirdo, and you thought the same. Even if the two of you were now friends, there was this line you would never even dare to cross.

He drove you home from the library now and you couldn’t decline. He just wanted to see that you got home safe. But late nights in his office, very quickly became most hours of the day. You’d join him for lunch and dinner. Even breakfast in the morning at the café not far off campus where the two of you would eat and walk Tessa.

But when you were in class, god, you were distracted by everything he did. Same thing with outside of class. But in this room, you could be obvious because his eyes weren’t on yours at all times. Your eyes would trail down to his lips and wonder what it would be like to kiss them. You wonder what they’d feel like on your clit, eating you out, for orgasm after orgasm. You also wonder what they’d feel like comforting you after you got a bad mark on an essay for another class or felt upset.

You wonder what it would be like to go shopping with Tom. What were his habits? Did he sleep with or without socks on? What’s his favourite colour of all time and he claims it’s red but you’re like eighty-five percent sure it’s blue because he owns everything he has in blue. Does he brush his teeth with water on the brush first, after, or not at all? You wondered if he lets Tessa sleep with him in his bed and what it would feel like to have her at the end of the bed whilst the two of you watch TV and cuddle.

This whole thing wasn’t just sexual desire – it was desire for a relationship. To be able to love and care for him and help him when he’s upset. To be able to comfort him. Tom Holland was living in your head, and it was impossible to get him out.

At first it was purely a sexual desire, a physical attraction to the man. But once you got to know him, you were whipped for him. You needed more than that.

But it would never happen. Because Tom Holland was your professor and your friend. You were his teaching assistant and god forbid you ever let anything happen. At least while he’s teaching you. You’re nowhere near graduating and if you did have plans to make a move, you were at least two years away and there was no way you could wait that long.

Tom’s thoughts were oddly similar. He also thought of the mundane things the two of you could do. Going shopping was one of them, no matter what – for clothes, or groceries. A random drive to some gas station to get ice cream or milk. He wanted to know your daily routine and he wanted to do face masks with you, or let you paint his nails. Anything, he’d do anything with you. In all honesty, all he wanted to do was spend time with you and obviously, he’d want to have sex with you. He’d want to make you cum over and over and over and over again. He wanted to taste your orgasm on his tongue.

But this wasn’t a sexual, physical attraction anymore. He wanted you. He wanted all of you. He wanted all your weird quirks and he wanted to tell you that he’d love you if you were a worm because he’d always love you. He always would and he couldn’t stop himself. He could never stop loving you.

You sat in his office, using the red marker to cross another wrong answer. You were marking for Tom’s third Ancient History class, and he sat across from you, doing the same. Except, for the class you were in.

Tom looks up at you, “How about we take a break?” He questions softly.

You smile, “I was waiting for you to say that.”

He matches your grin, bringing his chair to the other side of the desk where you sat, so the two of you could be just that tad bit closer, “What are you doing for break?” He questions you.

You shrug your shoulders, “Not much, honestly, everyone I know is going back home, but I don’t really have much to go back to, so I think I’m staying on campus.”

The look on Tom’s face is sorrow, hearing that you don’t have anything to go back home to. Wishing that he could be your home. Wishing that you were coming back home to him.

He chuckles, “I’m doing the same. I’ll be busy marking mid-terms. I’ve got family back at home, but they’re really all doing their own thing, mum and dad, my brothers, we only all really get back together at Christmas or for the holidays.”

You nod carefully, “That must be nice… my dad’s want me to go back home, but they got divorced a few years ago, I dunno,” You sigh drawing out a stare to your lap, “Feels like it all crumbled… they miss me, and I miss them, but we’re not much of a family anymore, y’know?”

Tom nods, listening intently, “It’s okay. You deserve to have your own feelings and if that’s the way you feel, then that is totally okay.”

You don’t notice it at first, but Tom’s hand had found its way into yours. When you did, all you could do was hold it. Your fingers intertwined. The air in the room had shifted and it was a good kind of shift. Like the two of you knew exactly what you wanted. Your faces getting closer and closer, the light of the room was dim, and a few candles sat around the room. But your eyes were focused on his deep brown eyes, the same ones you could get lost in forever. They drew you in and as Tom stares into your eyes, he feels the exact same way. He feels like everything the two of you had been trying to stuff down would overflow the bucket. Albeit he’s the first one to ask… you were both thinking it.

“Can I kiss you, y/n?” He asks softly, his breath hot on your lips.

You nod softly, “Yes please.” You mutter.

Your lips finally connect, and they are softer than you ever imagined them being. They’re careful and fit into yours. Your tongues move together carefully, in sync, both of you becoming breathless. Your lip-gloss on his mouth and your lips swollen as the two of you pull away with soft giggles.

*

Tom was taking you on a proper dinner tonight. Away from campus. Away from everyone who could get you in trouble – you had to admit, the rush of dating your professor… it was, well, it was fucking thrilling.

Tom met you in front of your dorm at seven-thirty, ready to pick you up.

…and you looked absolutely stunning, your dress was this deep shade of blue and you wore a white cardigan over it. A golden necklace around your neck. The dress had a sweetheart neckline, and he could tell the straps were thin just by the make. The material was lacey, and it was a short dress, but it also went past the middle of your thigh. It was modest and yet so fucking sexy.

You made your way into the car seat, pressing a kiss to his lips, “You look stunning, love.” He says against your lips as you pull away from him.

You bite your lip softly, “I could say the same about you,”

He was wearing a black button down, and a pair of black slacks, and although it was simple. It reminded you of the first day you met… him… “Ohmygod, is that what you wore when I first?”

He nods, “Yeah, I was feeling… sentimental.”

You chuckle pressing a chaste to his lips, “Do you want me to go change? I think I still have those pyjama pants.”

“Oh no, it’s okay.” He smiles, his eyes moving hungrily over your figure, “I much prefer you in this.”

Tom starts the car and begins to drive to the restaurant; his hand remains on your thigh, and it burns into your skin. You can feel yourself getting hot. Khalid is playing over the speakers, and you smile softly.

“You like Khalid?” you question.

He nods, “One of my favourites.” You hum in appreciation, turning back to face the window, but he can’t help but wonder, “Why?”

“Oh, no, I just thought you’d be into other stuff.” You sigh, “…and don’t ask me what because I dunno.” You bring your hand up to hide your face.

“Yes, you do.” He smiles softly, “I know you know, because whenever you lie, you get all awkward and antsy and it’s really cute, but I’d like to know.”

You groan and throw your head back, “Ugh! You’re going to think I think you’re old… which is not the case! I think you’re a perfectly appropriately aged man.”

“YOU THOUGHT CLASSICAL!” Tom gasps in horror, “You really do think I’m old!”

“OKAY I DID!” You laugh, “But Tommy, I don’t think you’re old, it just fits the whole Ancient History teacher vibe… and listening to classical music isn’t only for old people, I have plenty of friends who enjoy it… my roommate.”

He scoffs, “Okay.” He rolls his eyes and begins laughing with you, “What are other old things you think I like?”

“I dunno!” You sigh, “Classical music was probably the only thing. That and old books, but you do! So, I could only assume I would be right… you would want to go to an opera.”

He grimaces, “No… maybe the Phantom, but that would be the only exception.”

“Okay, I would go to that too.” You sigh, “I’m sorry, Tommy.” You pout softly and he looks at you, taking his eyes off of the road for a single, split of a second, just to admire you, before turning back.

“‘S alright, love.” He takes your hand with the hand that previously sat on your thigh and presses a kiss to it.

Dinner goes just the way the two of you want. Tom was a gentleman as always and you think he held one of your hands the whole of dinner – or placed a hand or touched you any way he could. He just wants to feel you.

You’ve been dating Tom for exactly three days. The two of you haven’t had a class yet, but you’re nervous, wondering if people might notice. Nobody comments on the fact that you’re his TA… and that’s probably because you’re his TA.

The two of you are walking down the streets of the inner city. A packed place far from campus where nobody can see the two of you and you can both live somewhat normally. You’re holding his hand, manoeuvring back to his car. Looking around at the lights and the people that surround you both.

There’s not much the two of you can say to each other. But him holding your hand, quickly turns into him pulling you into his side. Your feet in sync as you walk and it’s cold, but the warmth that radiates off of his body is just enough to keep you warm. You want to scream; you want to cry – you physically cannot believe this is happening and you can’t seem to grasp the concept of it mentally either.

“You wanna come over?” Tom asks you suddenly, you’re not quite sure what he wants to do, but you’re willing to do anything. Watch a movie or have him fuck the shit out of you. You truly don’t care. Though, you would prefer the second option.

You’re trying to bite back the smile on your face thinking of everything that could happen, “Sure, Tom. I’d love that.”

You finally get back to his car, sliding into your seat and Tom drives back to his place. You can tell he’s really nervous – and he is. Tom’s thinking about if he’s cleaned his apartment or not, or if Tessa’s made a mess whilst he’s gone. He’s worried and you can sense it. So, all you do is whilst he drives, tapping his fingers like an anxious mess. Is place your hand on his thigh, letting him know everything’s okay. Your finger smoothing over the surface of his skin.

When you finally arrive at his apartment complex, which isn’t too far away from campus, but not close enough. The two of you were really paranoid, it was a risk, but one the two of you were ultimately willing to make, it seemed.

You made it up to his complex and you were met with Tessa running for you, and all you could do was beam, “Hi Tess!” You cheer as she nuzzles into your neck, giving you kisses.

Tom admires you as he turns on the lights in the apartment, it finally gives you a chance to stand up and look around. He’s got a nice tv and a couch in the shape of an L. The apartment is quite modern, the windows are large, and the kitchen bench is made of marble. A white rug covers the hardwood floor and there are two doors that slide open leading to his room. There are pictures on his TV stand that you could assume are of him and his brothers and some with people you could clearly see are his parents. One of him and Tessa reading what seems to be a screenplay, and one of the two of them sitting on a lounge, just like the one he’s currently got.

He takes note of you walking around, observing the place around him, “What do you think?”

You turn to face him, “I think it’s very nice.” You’re walking over to him as Tessa jumps onto the couch, curling into the brown material.

“I’m glad you think so.” He kicks off his shoes, encouraging you to do the same, “Well, I’m not quite sure where we go from here… I should’ve thought ahead if I wanted to bring you back.”

You sit on the couch, “We could watch a movi….” You trail off as your eyes meet the PS4 sitting on the bottom of the TV stand, “Ohmygod! We are playing this.”

He shakes his head frantically, “What would we possibly play?”

You smile knowingly, “You got Tomb Raider?”

*

“NO! Tom! Ohmygod, pass me the controller.” You say furrowing your eyebrows in frustration.

He pulls his arm away as you go to grab it, “No! I can do it! I can do it!”

“No, you can’t!” You throw yourself onto him in desperate need to grab the controller, to take it away from him and complete what he was so clearly struggling with.

Lara falls to her death again as you find yourself on top of Tom. The controller on the floor.

“Hello.” He whispers as your faces are close, leaning in to press his lips on to yours, your tongue swiping the bottom of his lip asking permission to go further into the kiss. His mouth opens slightly, letting you slide your tongue inside. His hands begin to trail your body, sending a shiver down your spine, making you mewl against his lip and the two of you sit up, lips still connected as you sliver your way on to his lap, grinding your hips softly as he cups your ass in both of his hands. His kisses moving from your lips, down to your neck and your exposed chest from the dress that you wear. Your cardigan was discarded long ago and now Tom’s kisses were placed, leaving small hickies and squeezing your ass. As your hips grinded against his crotch, you could feel him getting harder and you could feel yourself getting wetter.

You could feel Tom groan against your chest as he leaves kisses, “Fuck.” You throw your head back slightly.

Tom’s groan only confirms the desire both of you are feeling. His hands still on your ass and you manage to straddle his legs as he begins to pick you up, bringing you to his room. He places you softly onto the bed. He moves in between your legs, his thigh in between yours as the two of you continue to kiss.

Tom’s kisses are back on your lips, his breath hot on your ear as he whispers, “Been waiting for this since the first day I saw you.”

Your breath hitches, “Me too,” You whisper, and Tom’s lips are back on yours, the desire is heavy but also slow and passionate yet so needy and both of you are dying to get closer and closer; closer than you’ve ever been before and it’s becoming too much.

Tom’s hands expertly remove your dress, pulling down the zipper, exposing your naked body, your tits going hard as they hit the cold air and Tom wants to drool. All you wear is a pair of panties. He wants to take your cunt; he wants to lick all of you. Have his mouth and cock on every single part of your body.

Tom’s thumb slides underneath the waistband of your panties, “Darling, can I?” He questions softly and you gulp but you nod. You’re nervous and no matter how much you want this Tom can tell, “If you don’t want this-”

“No.” You stop him quickly, “I want this. I want you.”

He smiles, pulling down your panties as you lay back down on the bed, your head falling in the soft cotton of the pillow. Tom’s head falls in between your thighs, kissing and kneading the skin. Teasing you carefully, making you eager, making you need more. You’re squirming underneath his touch. Your naked body desperate for his tongue on you, desperate for him. Eagerness grew, anticipation made you wetter and his finger grazing over the slits, over the lips of your pussy. Your head falls back against the pillows a little more.

His thumb dips a little, getting his finger wet in your juices, “Fuck you are so goddamn wet.” He speaks carefully.

It’s not a moment longer before your legs are spread apart by his hands a little, dipping his tongue around your clit, sucking, and devouring your pussy with his mouth. Your hand travels into his curls, gripping them tightly.

You can feel the way his tongue circles your tiny nub, flooding you with pleasure. Lapping over the wetness, “You taste so fuckin’ good.” His words are slightly muffled by the way he lifts his head and the skin of your thighs.

His tongue is slow at first and shifting in between a faster pace. Some of the strokes against your tongue are quick and short, kitten licking your throbbing, pulsing clit. Making you moan and mewl underneath the slightest of his touch.

His tongue is enjoying this. He is enjoying this. The way your back arches against his mouth and the way he’s making you feel so good. All he wants to do is sing your praises. Tell you how good of a girl you’ve been. How good of a girl you are being. He loves the way you taste, so sweet, and he loves how you needily grab the curls in his hair, desperate for him to go furhur. Put more pressure on your clit – and so that’s what he does. He’s sucking, licking and nipping his tongue at your clit, taking your pussy into his mouth. He can hear you becoming needy. He can hear you needing that release.

“Darling, are you going to cum?” He questions, his mouth still against your pussy as he speaks, lifting for the smallest, shortest of a second, hearing your mewls as he’s bringing you to the edge. Right to the goddamn fucking edge.

“God, Tom!” You moan as your head falls back and your back continues to arch, your legs are starting to ache. You can feel yourself cramping up slightly, but you don’t care because it feels so fucking good. You can feel that pit of desire forming deep down in your abdomen, fire, burning desperately, needing to be put out. You feel yourself getting closer… and closer… and you need to break, you desperately need to feel yourself break.

“Tom, I’m going to cum!” you moan in pleasure, gripping onto his hair, harder than ever before, pulling lightly at some of the strands.

“That’s right, darling, cum all over my face, cum all over my mouth.” Tom speaks before he continues to push you right to the fucking edge.

The moan of his name is defeating as your orgasm floods his face and his mouth and Tom groans against your pussy, against your throbbing, pulsing clit. So sensitive and attentive for everything that he wants to do to you.

Tom’s lips fall back onto yours and you can taste your sweet orgasm all over his lips and you moan at the taste of yourself – Tom smirking against your lips.

Tom doesn’t give you long before his fingers slide into the cunt, that hole that was anticipating this, that craved this. Your body folding underneath his touch, “You think you can cum for me a few more times, darling?” He questions you and all you can do is nod.

“Y-Yes,” You try not to moan at the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you, pressing against your g-spot, making your body feel nothing but pleasure, from your legs to your feet and you can feel your legs beginning to feel strained because of your last orgasm, but you wanted this. You wanted Tom to finger-fuck you and make you cum, you wanted Tom to fuck you and cum inside of you as you cum and feel both of you mixing together.

His lips remain on yours as he pumps, he pumps you so aggressively, as if you’re the only one in the world, as if he’s the only man for you – it’s as though he’s claiming you. He’s making you his and he’s making sure that you know you’re only his and you do. You’ve never cum like that before. You’d never had an orgasm so good and that was only from his mouth. You couldn’t imagine what he could do with his throbbing, desperate cock.

Tom’s fingers press into you, there’s only two, but when he slides in a third your body physically folds, and you’re holding onto him for dear fucking life. Your fingernails digging into his back and your mind trails to what you’d feel like if he was fucking you. If he had his cock inside of your cunt rather than his fucking fingers. But regardless of your thoughts, which he knows you’re so desperate for his cock and as he kisses you, his tongue fucks you just like that. It makes its way around yours, as if he was licking and sucking on your cunt again, travelling deep down your throat against the rough and passionate kiss.

His fingers move in and out of your cunt so slick and covered in how wet your pussy actually is and Tom is groaning as he feels himself getting tighter in his pants, forgetting that he’s got his clothes on. But the friction of his fingers and his slacks against your pussy is just so hot. The fact that he’s wearing the clothes he met you in whilst he’s finger-fucking you is something he wanted so bad. It’s everything he’s ever thought about whilst he wrapped his own hand around his own cock and imagined your tiny, tight, little cunt around it. That’s exactly what your cunt was. Tight and tiny. Needy and desirous. So goddamn fucking wet – and it’s all for him. You are so fucking wet for him.

“Fuck, Tom.” You groan as your body curls into him as you pull away from the kiss to bite into his shoulder, feeling vibrations throughout your body, Tom can feel your cunt getting tighter, he knows you’re about to cum for him again and he can’t help but smirk as you mewl into his shoulder, feeling nothing but him and only him.

Your cunt is pulsing around his fingers as he pushes against your g-spot. God, seeing you like this is fucking addicting. It’s all he wants, you are all he wants and god, your cunt, your tiny little cunt tightening around his fingers is what he wants to feel when he shoves his cock inside of you.

“God, fuck yes, fuck Tom!” You scream, pressing your head into his shoulder again as he fucks you with his fingers, stimulating all of you. You can feel Tom growl in your ear, his breath is hot and full of desire and the feeling of your tits against the material of his button-down shirt turns you on more than you ever thought it could and all you want. All you fucking need is to cum again, “God, Tom! I’m gonna cum!” You scream as you can feel that addictive, burning sensation in your abdomen, feeling that release again – you need that release… and when it comes you are shaking against Tom’s body, feeling nothing but his fingers continuing to pump you and you orgasm, all over his fucking fingers.

Tom looks up at you, holding your chin with his hand, and you know exactly what he wants from you, and you do it. You open your mouth and let his fingers slide inside.

“God, you are so beautiful with my fingers in your mouth, darling.” He praises, “You like that? You like your cum all over my fingers, all in your mouth?” He questions and you nod against his fingers as your tongue curls around them, sucking off all of your dripping wet orgasm.

He pulls his fingers out and before he can do anything else you speak, you speak words for what feels like the first time in forever, drunk on the feeling of him. Desire making your vision hazy already and he hasn’t even begun to fuck you with every bone in his body, he wants to fuck you. He wants to make you feel so fucking good that you can’t even leave the apartment the next day because it’s impossible for you to walk without him carrying you around and taking care of you… and you know that, because you know he won’t stop. You know he’s not going to stop until you’ve had your orgasm surrounding his cock, all slick and mixing with his cum in your tight little fucking hole.

“Fuck me, Tom,” You speak quickly, “Fuck me, please, fuck me, please.” You’re begging and Tom can’t believe that you are because he’ll give it to you. He’ll gladly give you his cock if you asked. You didn’t have to beg? You just needed to let him know and he would let you have it all – Tom would give you the world if he could. Tom only wants to make you feel good.

He says it out loud so you can get it in your head, “Darling, you don’t have to fucking beg, you just need to ask.” He says stern, so that you know. So that you know that you’ll never have to beg for his cock. Never.

Tom gets off of the bed and you watch him strip. You watch him take off his black button down with this eagerness, desperate to feel all of you. His chest is so toned, and it makes you drool. You’re so drunk on him that your mind is flowing to other areas of all of this, licking his abs, humping them. Desperately needing to feel your body against his chest. But all of those thoughts are out the window when you see him pull down his pants and boxers, exposing his hard fucking cock and it’s long and it’s thick and you want to wrap your mouth around it, your hand wants to touch the slit of his cock and you want to have him fucking the shit out of your hole in every single way possible all at once. You want to grind against his cock, you want him to cum inside of you and your desire quickly takes over, and you notice Tom reaching in his nightstand for condoms, but you don’t want that. You don’t want that, not at all.

“Tom, I want your cum inside of me,” You speak, desperately, needing it.

He smirks as he looks over to you, but he’s also nervous, “Are you sure, darling?” He asks you softly.

You nod, eager, desperate, “Fuck, please. Yes.” You mewl, curling underneath his touch, needing him. Needing all of him.

Tom climbs back onto the bed and his leg slides in between your thigh and it takes all your strength not to start grinding up against him, not to start fucking his leg, pinning him down and rubbing your sensitive, pulsing clit all over his thigh, but you fight the urge, you fight the need because the need for his cock inside you is much more desperate for more. Desperate for his cock.

Tom angles you in the right way, the way he knows he’ll make you cum, the way he knows your body will curl up under him just like you had when he was finger-fucking you. Making you feel good with the limbs of his hand.

Tom slowly, but surely, pressing into you and you already feel so full. He’s barely inside of you and his thick cock is already filling you up. When his whole cock is inside of you, you groan, you mewl, you moan. Pleasure is all over your body, you feel full and he starts to move and when he starts to move, you throw your head back, feeling nothing but good. Your whole body needily clinging onto his. He begins to pump in and out of you, the slit of his cock touching your g-spot and Tom grunts and moans and you swear you could just cum from the sound of his desperate moans, all needy for you. God, he was probably the sexiest man you had ever seen.

Your body is like fluid, limb and numb from the way he had been fucking you this whole night, but you were desperate for more and you know if you don’t cum, you’re going to be disappointed in yourself, no matter how badly you need Tom’s cock to cum all up inside of you. You needily kiss him, holding his neck with your arms. The kiss is hot and desirous. Needy and full of want.

He begins to move his cock quicker, and you can hear his balls slapping lightly against your skin. Your legs are hitched a little and he holds on to you. Holding you in place so you don’t escape his grasp. So that you can feel everything he’s bringing to you. So that you can feel it all. All that pleasure building up inside of you.

Your fingernails are back in Tom’s back, gripping on for some form of sanity, but it’s escaping you so slowly as you begin to see spots. You’re cock drunk and only for Tom. Needily pressing your head into the nape of his neck as you moan, your bodies so close. So close you’re not even sure where you yourself begin. You’re fucking moaning, you’re coming closer and closer to coming and the way Tom’s cock is pounding in and out of your tight little wet cunt – the squelch of your pussy turns you on. Your cunt full of Tom and only Tom.

“Fucking hell, Tom!” You moan loudly, basically screaming and your words are slightly slurred as you begin to lose sight of what’s real or not. Feeling him inside of you is something of a dream and you’re going to throw yourself away, let yourself be cock drunk. Let your mind slip loose of its hold. He pumps in and out of you so hard and yet so sweet, but so fast and the pleasure. The pleasure is just building inside of you and it’s building inside of Tom too. Both of you desperate to feel that edge to feel his cum inside of you and to feel your orgasm wrap itself around his cock. God, it was addicting, your pussy was addicting.

Your bodies are made for each other and that’s quickly proven by the way he can pound against your g-spot and make you cum with nothing but that. Your fingers do move down to touch your clit but are quickly replaced by Tom’s.

“Fuck I’m so close.” He groans softly, his moan making you want to cum right there and them. How his voice is lost of breath and how he’s trying to speak but nothing is working for the two of you and you hold on to him tighter than before. Both of you are sweating but you don’t care.

“Fuck me too.” You confirm fighting the way it comes out as a moan, needing to let it out. To let Tom know how much pleasure he’s bringing you.

Tom’s pace quickens, he’s deeper into your cunt if that’s even possible and for the third time you feel your stomach burn needing that release, needing to let go and you do, you let go.

“Fuck, darling, that’s right, cum all over my cock.” Tom speaks gently as you can feel his cock twitch inside of you, the feeling of Tom’s release; his load filling your cunt and you moan as he slows his pace, riding you both off of your high.

Tom falls next to you with a soft groan you feel your legs start to burn, “Holy shit.” You mutter carefully, standing to go use the bathroom but your knees almost buck out from underneath you.

“Need some help, darling?” He whispers coming to grab your waist helping you to the bathroom, “You did so good for me,” He kisses your temple.

*

The next day you have class and Tom wants to drive you to class, but you’re not so sure. The two of you turn up early and you’ve got your hot chocolate and Tom with his tea. You both get to class early and before students begin to roll in, you place a kiss to his lips.

“C’mon professor, let’s hand out these tests.” You smile softly, “Try not to get distracted.” You say as students roll in and your smile brightens as you hand out tests.

Tom knows he couldn’t be luckier than to have you… and he’s getting distracted.

God, you are perfect.

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love your writing, how about one where Tom and you have sex for the first time but he doesn’t know your a virgin until he sees the blood straight after. He was kinda mad because you didn’t tell him but ofc he needed to take care of you x

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Pairing - Tom Holland x Reader

Summary - You have sex for the very first time, Tom doesn’t know that your a virgin. He has to calm down to take care of you.

Warnings - smut 18+ slight angst.. loss of virginity (Protected sex, praise kink, degradation kink)

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Tom’s soft, slightly chapped lips against your’s as he pins you up against the wall, “Jump,” he whispers, you nod wrapping your legs around his waist.

He lays you down on his bed, prepping little kisses down your exposed neck. “Let me take care of you, Darling,”

Tom undresses you, you undress Tom as you stare into each other’s eyes. Lips brush another as you unbutton his shirt for the better.

Tom pushes you down on your back to dominate you, “such a pretty face and body,”

You roll your eyes, whimpering at the contact of his lips to your pussy. “Tom,” You moan clenching around his fingers, “Your so tight and wet, for me sweetheart,” Tom smirks, already pumping in two fingers as his tongue glides over your swollen clit.

“You like that? Such a good girl for me, taking my fingers,” Tom hums, before his tongue flickers on your clit again, “I’m going to cum,” You moan, digging your fingers into Tom’s curly, locks.

“Cum for me, Darling,” Tom mumbles into your pussy, you some how hear him and release onto his tongue.

Tom grabs your hips, shifting you into another position. “You want my cock, Baby?” Tom grabs your throat with his hands, “Can’t even talk now? Mm,” he murmurs, “Such a cock slut, baby,”

In that moment you have a sensational thrill of being a cock slut for Tom, forgetting all about not telling him that your a virgin.

“Yes, Yes! I’m such a cock slut,” You moan grinding yourself onto his bulge through his boxers, with your bare pussy, “So fucking greedy but I love it,” Tom smashes his lips onto yours, once again going to fill your pussy.

“Oh, your cock slut! Tommy,” your pussy is dripping wet for him, Tom slides his cock into without any warning, “There you go, take it baby,” He holds your hips tightly, burying himself deep within your very tight, walls.

Tom did stretch you out before hand with his fingers so it wasn’t that bad, “So fucking tight, my love,” Tom groans, thrusting his hips into you as you lay on your stomach just taking at what he gives you.

“Mm, you feel so good, Tommy, Don’t stop!” You loudly, moan as his cock slammed in harder than before the last thrust, “Such a good girl, taking my cock into your pretty, little cunt!,” Tom grunts, grounding his hips into yours even harder and going so fast that your shaking the bed.

Seeing clouds around your head, you can’t bring yourself to say stop! The pleasure and pain mixed into one is too good to come back to reality, where you were indeed a virgin..

“Tom,” you scream, “I’m going to cum,” You roll your eyes by now your into a different position. You have sat yourself onto his lap, bouncing up and down onto his cock, “Cum for me, Darling,” He speaks out breathily, making more grunting sounds.

Tom’s thrusts don’t stop until he came right after you, riding out both of your highs. Kissing your cheek to comfort you, however he notices the colour red between yours and his legs.

“Why didn’t you tell me, you where a virgin,” Tom groans, kind of mad that he didn’t know, “Did I hurt you?” He rubs your thighs to comfort you.

“I, I.. I should of but I didn’t, I panicked then we was going to have sex,” You whisper, hiccuping, “Hey, hey! It’s okay,” Tom brought you into his arms, trying to calm down himself for your sake.

“Let me run you a nice hot bath and then I’ll change the bed sheets while your in the bath,” Tom suggests, you nodded.

You sink yourself into the bubbly, hot bath, feeling it soak your skin is so relaxing. All the tension through your body just vanishing, you wait for about 5 mins for Tom. “I’ve put fresh sheets on for us, your towel is up there,” Tom points to the door, “Come in the bath with me,” You smile.

“Of course, Darling,” Tom strips, when he gets in, you lean against his chest as he washes all the dirt you had on you, “Feeling relaxed?” He peppers kisses all long your neck and shoulders.

“Much, thank you Tommy,” You shyly replied, “Anytime, My love,” Tom takes your face into his large hands and pulls you in for a passionate kiss, “Mm, you taste like cherries!” Tom moans into your mouth, “Mm, do I?” You giggle, Tom nods.

You lean against Tom sighing, at how happy you are at the outcome of your events together.

“Do you want any medicine or are you ok?” Tom asks, concerned, “No, I’m ok,” You reassure him, kissing his lips gently as he is facing you.

“I’m glad your ok,” Tom whispers, “I’ll always take care of you, Darling!” He sweetly announces, kissing your wet, glorious skin as if it’s made out of gold, most delicate prise to be won.

Tom drys you off with a fluffy, towel, giving you his top and some joggers to wear for bed. Having water and tablets on the side for you, just in case your thirsty or in pain later.

By the time your in bed, your really tired just falling asleep into Tom’s arms which he is grateful that his girl is getting their rest. 

“Love you so much, Darling,” Tom smiles, kissing your forehead as you snuggle into his arms more trying to get comfy.

“Mm, love you so much too, Tommy,” You smile just a tad wider, drifting off to sleep with Tom.

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[yesitsmewhataboutit]

Hoodies, Shirts, and Other Accessories

Tom Holland x Reader

Tom finds out some new things about how close you and your guy friends are. He gets jealous, rightfully so

»»——⍟——««A/n: this fic is, something

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Screw the ones who said you aren't able to have a healthy relationship with a guy and keep the same relationship with your previous guy friends. Screw them.

Screw their opinion.

Screw it all.

You have an amazing -and understanding- relationship with Tom. Nothing about you hanging with your old friends, who overall consist of males, has changed. You guys do this little thing called communication. It goes a long way.

You know what all those big mouth know it all's said? They said it couldn't happen. You'd have to pick. Boyfriend or boy friends. They don't mix. You can't just "hang" with them. Not co-inhabitable. What a load of bul-

"You ok, Love? You're starring." Your lovely boyfriend laughs lightly as he looks at you from the other side of the counter, a little embarrassed by your distant stare.

You snap out of your thoughts, blinking at him a few times before a smile grows on your lips. "Yup," you lean over the edge toward him, "I just love you so much." Before he can respond, you connect your lips in a slow kiss.

Tom pulls away and smiles. "Well, I love you too. But I gotta

get going. Harry had some stuff planned for later. We still on for dinner date?"

"Yeah, of course," you smile at him as he moves to give you one more kiss before slipping from the room.

Today is Saturday, and you and Tom would always have a date if neither of you had other plans. Whether it was going to dinner or just staying in to cuddle. You'd do it.

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On Sunday, you and Tom are deciding to meet at the mall with a group of friends. "Hey," Tom says, walking into the kitchen where you were standing. You'd both become comfortable with walking into each other's homes.

"Hi, Ready?"

Tom was about to answer yes, but when you turned to him, something stopped him from answering. Your shirt. Well, not your shirt. That's Xavier's shirt. Why are you wearing Xavier's shirt?

"Is that a new shirt?"

Tom saw Xavier about a week ago. He was wearing that same shirt, sure, you could've got a matching one, but wouldn't he have known? He would've seen it? Something?

"No," you shake your head, walking up to him, ready to go.

Tom had to remind himself. Communication. Don't try to brush it off. "Um, I just- I've seen- isn't that Xavier's shirt? I didn't know you wore his- someone else's but my clothes."

You shake your head. "Oh, no, it's not. We happen to get the same one," you shrug.

"Oh," Tom lets out a breath. "Oh, I see." He shakes his head and laughs at himself. "I'm sorry. I just thought- I don't know. You wearing his clothes it- like I said, you wearing not my clothes. I don't know. Never mind, let's get going." Tom shakes his head and shrugs, not really able to get his words out but not caring. It's not his shirt.

"I mean, I do, you know that," you nonchalantly say as you begin to walk past him toward the door.

Tom's brows quickly frown. "Wait, what?"

You turn back to him. "I wear his clothes. You knew that, didn't you?"

"No." Tom clenches his jaw. "I did not."

"Oh, my bad, I thought you did," you shrug.

Sure, Xavier is your best mate, but Tom is your boyfriend. He doesn't care about the many other things you do with him and the others, but his clothes too? That seems a little too close to the line.

"Y/n. I don't think- I know, I am not comfortable with you wearing his clothes," Tom says sternly, a look of anger crossing his features from the thought.

"Tom," you laugh lightly, "you can't be serious? Right?"

"I'm very serious. You do a lot with your friends and I understand they're like your family. But I do not think it proper to wear his clothes when I'm your boyfriend," he says, crossing his arms.

"Tom, baby, please listen to yourself. Hear what you're saying. You should at least understand I have a reason," you say, staying calm but a hint of sarcasm in your voice.

Tom huffs. "A reason? For wearing another man's clothes?"

You can't be mad. Tom just doesn't understand. You admit, you never explained, but you naturally thought he knew or noticed by now. But here he is, arms crossed with a look that you can tell he wants to seem angry, he wants you to know he's serious, but all you can see is the boyish pout.

He's jealous. With all the things he lets you do without problem. You can't be mad at a little jealousy. "Tom," you walk up to him, putting both your hands over his cheeks, "I wear all their clothes."

"What?"

You step back at his confusion. "It's not just him. I wear all their clothes and anything else. If that makes you feel better."

"It doesn't, not really."

"Ok...well, my reason might." A beat of silence said for you to continue. "They're my friends Tom. My brothers. I love them, so I have some of their clothes, and I wear them because when I do, I feel like they're with me. I feel like during some of the most important moments and times I wanna always remember, even if they're not there, it's like they are. That's why I wear their clothes."

"And you've always done this?"

"Yes," you let out a small breathy laugh.

"On our first date, I had on Remon's jacket. Last week, during our cuddle session I was wearing Jaden's shirt. I wear a lot of Remon's hoodies too. And if it's not clothes it's their rings or chains. Tonight, even though I have the shirt that's for Xavier, I'm wearing the shoes Drew and I picked out. And look," you pull out your phone, "we all literally have these matching phone cases."

"Well, I knew about that," Tom mumbles, not meeting your eye.

"Tommy, I promise there's no reason to be jealous. Sure, I wear their stuff, but I love, and look hottest, in yours," you smile.

"That's debatable," he says lowly.

You laugh and lean up to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "So, we good?"

He nods after a moment. "It'll take some getting used to, but yeah, I guess."

"If it bothers you that much, I can stop."

"It's important to you. I won't ask that."

"You're important to me too." He smiles, leaning his head against yours and savoring the moment between you both. "Plus, if I stop, then that just means I'll start taking them with us on our outings or anything we do.”

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Hello lovies! It’s been a veryyyy long time since I’ve posted anything here, but I’ve been itching to get back into writing fics again! I decided to open my requests for anyone who might be interested:)

Disclaimer—it’s been a while since I’ve posted/written any fics so things might be a lil shit at first hehe. Also, my interests have slightly changed, so I might not write for the people/characters I used to write about.

Taking requests for:

Harry Styles

Niall Horan

One Direction

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Platonic:

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Tom Holland

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[jasntodds]

The Lucky Ones [1]

Pairing: Bartender!Tom Holland x Reader

Words: 3,018

Warnings: Swearing, talks of bad dates

Summary: You want a relationship and Tom wants to find his “one person.” The want to not be lonely left you both going on a string of bad dates. And you both had your usual spots you would go to sulk about it but, as a coincidence would have it, your spots are closed on the same night leading you both to same exact diner. And as another coincidence would have it, your server serves you each other’s meals, leading the two of you to meet. 

A/N: It’s here!! I hope you guys like this!! Lemme know what you guys think!! Next chapter will be up on Thursday!! 

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You’re sitting alone at a table, looking at the window that’s lit with the street lights and signs from across the street. The lights reflect off the wet pavement, cars swooshing by every so often. This is not your usual spot. Your usual spot is Gino’s down the street but they’re closed for a remodel for the next week and this was the next best place. Kind of.

You have this routine, one you wish to break, where you stop at Gino’s after a bad date and eat alone, listening to a playlist or an audiobook or a podcast. Anything really to make yourself seem busy and not like a loser sitting alone at a restaurant at 11pm. For you, it’s better than going to your shared apartment with your best friend, and telling her about yet another bad date, hearing how you’ll find the right person one day. It’s all gotten a little old.

And then there’s Tom.

As chance or luck or fate or whatever you wanna call it, has it, he’s sitting alone at his own table across the room from you. He, too, has a routine of going out after a bad date. His usual choice is a coffee shop, the opposite way of Gino’s but that coffee shop is closed due to a family event. It’s a small, family-owned and run coffee shop so every once in a blue moon, a wedding or graduation occurs and they close for the day to celebrate. So, Tom comes here. Unfortunate, really, that he has such a routine just because dates don’t go as planned but similar to you, it’s a easier to be alone than to go home and feel like a disappointment or get pity from his best friend.

“If you need anything, just holler.” The server says quickly, walking away just as Tom looks at his food.

“Uh, excuse me?” Tom calls, hand slightly raised in the air, seeing the blueberry pancakes are definitely not what he ordered but the server is already at the only other table with a person, delivering his food.

Tom sighs, watching and hoping she’ll notice or that you will notice but neither of you do. The server walks off before the you can comment about your wrong meal. Tom watches and you look about as defeated as he does and it doesn’t look like you’re about to bring your food up to the counter and that’s not what Tom wants to do either. You might be the only two customers in the diner but Tom doesn’t want to be a bother to anyone so, he picks up the plate and makes the short walk to the your table.

As Tom gets closer, he takes notice in how you’re dressed and your makeup. You’re not dressed like someone who just wanted to come to some random diner to eat alone. Your makeup matches your red dress while a white wire falls in the center of your chest, earbuds in both of your ears. The closer he gets to you, the more he notices there’s nothing else at your table.Nothing that indicates you’re even waiting for someone. And he wonders would drive you to be alone at the diner, too.

“Um…” Tom clears his throat, holding the plate closer to him than the table. “I think…she mixed up our meals.” Tom says quietly, you just looking up from your phone with doe eyes.

You pull out an earbud, brows furrowed. “Sorry, what?”

Tom uses his free hand to point at the plate on your table and then the plate in his hand. “I think our meals got mixed up.”

“Oh.” You let out a huff, cheeks heating up. “Yeah, I guess they did. Thank you.” You give him a soft smile, pushing his food towards him as he puts the plate down in front of you.

He has light brown hair, gelled, the front swiped over to the side. Not like a comb over, the front is swooped up to give his hair volume. And he’s wearing a burnt orange button up, matching a tie loosened around his neck, and black slacks that seem a little too big. Interesting.

“You, uh, you alone?” Tom asks and he doesn’t even know why he asked. It’s not even his business. It was a little rude in hindsight but he’s alone, so he’s not judging, just curious.

“Mm,” You hum, brows are furrow just a bit and the corner of your mouth twitches into something Tom can’t tell is a smirk or a grimace. “Because if I were alone, I’d want to tell some random guy that.”

“T- that’s…I….sorry.” Tom stutters, shaking his head in embarrassment.

You laugh softly. “It’s okay, my best friend knows where I am, shared location.” You shake your head, pulling your plate closer to you. “I am. You?”

“Yeah.” Tom chuckles, rubbing the back his neck. “I am.” He sucks in a breath, dodging eye contact.

“Why?” You scoff, unwrapping the silverware to grab a fork. Tom furrows his brows, eyes narrowing, taken aback by your bluntness. “Sorry!” You shake your head. “I just mean that it looks like you wouldn’t be.” You’re kicking yourself and feel more embarrassed than you have in ages. You did not mean to come off so blunt and rude. You gesture towards his outfit, “I didn’t mean to sound rude or anything. It just....looks like, uh,  you were...I don’t know.” You suck in a breath, furrowing your brows and shaking off the embarrassment. “Wanna sit?”

Tom chuckles and puts his plate down, opposite you. "Sure." Tom slides into the booth, using the extra set of silver wear that's wrapped in its own napkin. "Why're you alone?" He asks.

"I technically asked you first." You bite a piece of pancake from your fork.

"Said yourself you were a bit rude so..." Tom grins, cutting into his skillet.

"Ohhh, touché." You laugh. "Bad date, didn't wanna go home and listen to my friend talk about me finding someone perfect for one day." You mock with the roll of your eyes. "Your turn." You point your fork at him.

"Same." Tom laughs, taking his own bite.

"Ha-ha, very funny." You look to your plate, certain he’s messing with you.

"Oh, no wish I were joking. I'm sadly serious. I, uh," Tom furrows his brows, shrugging his shoulders. "Typically got to Ginger's coffee but they're closed." He clears his throat. “My friend thinks I should give up though, not like your friend.” A cornered smile crosses his lips when you look up to him.

"Gino's." You chortle. "Closed for remodel." 

"Wow." Tom chuckles in disbelief.

What are the odds of that all happening? A million to one? How strange that the two of you have bad dates and your usual places are closed and now you're sitting together. And the fact you both go on so many bad dates that you actually have a usual spot to sulk about it. If either of you didn't know any better, you'd both swear you were being set up.

"I'm Tom." Tom reaches across the table, hand opened.

"Y/n." You shake his hand, taking notice how calloused his hands are.

"It's nice to meet you." Tom smiles softly. "So, uh, what was so wrong with your date?" Tom asks, going back to his food.

"Oh, lemme tell you." You take a bite and leans forward after you swallow. "Pretentious asshole." You gesture a hand with a slight wave, fake shock on your face.

"Oh?" Tom raises an eyebrow, interested in what you’re about to say, mostly because you seem like you’re dying to talk about it.

"He was just so bleeeeehhhhhccckkkk." You scrunch your nose, making Tom laugh. "Like, he was trying to tell me why Lord Of The Rings was a bad trilogy and everyone likes because they're Harry Potter alternatives like what? They're nothing alike and it's not like he had a valid point or anything. It wasn't just an opinion. He tried saying shit about the score of the films and effects as if he knew what he was talking about. And then he said my shoes clashed with my outfit because of cOlOr ThEoRy." Your eyes grow wide with the biggest eye roll you can manage.

"I'm sorry." Tom laughs. "I've never seen Lord of the Rings but he sounds like a dick anyway. Color theory." Tom scoffs, looking to the side and under the table to see your shoes. "What's that even supposed to mean? Your shoes are black?"

"First of all, clear a weekend to watch those movies.” You shake your head. “Second, right????? I was on a date, not some art gala or fashion show."

"Mmmmmm maybe. Aren't they like 3 hours long or something?” Tom squints his eyes, knowing he doesn't normally watch movies that reach past the two-hour mark. “ What'd you do? Like...to leave?"

"Return Of The King is almost three and half." You laugh. "But I enjoyed my free meal, then left. Blocked his number on the walk here, did not want him to think that went well." You purse your lips before chuckling softly. "How about you? What happened?"

"That's, uh, that’s an absurd runtime, you know that, right?" Tom smirks before shaking his head. "I don't know, she....I don't care if people are materialistic. Everyone has different priorities, ya know? But, uh, she just wouldn't stop talking about money and all these nice things she has. She was bragging kind of, and hey, good for her but, uh, it came off....arrogant? And she was asking what car I drove, stuck her nose up at it. Asked what I did, also stuck her nose up at that. Thought it was weird I live with my best friend as if the housing market isn’t shit." Tom scoffs. "It was just a bit insulting at the end, how she was looking at me for having less." Toms shrugs, the lack of smile or grin on his face making you feel sorry for him.

"It's the perfect runtime for a good movie." You quip but your smile fall. "I'm sorry. That sucks. She sounds like a stuck-up bitch. I don’t know you but I don’t think you deserved that, from this little conversation. How'd you leave?"

"If you say so.” Tom huffs but a smile comes back to his face. “Um, yeah finished our meal, I paid for the record, she said she had a good time and walked to her driver. I didn't think I needed to say anything, based on how she reacted to everything I said." Tom sucks in a breath before letting out a sigh. “Then, uh, walked here.”

"Mm, sounds like we need better taste in people, I mean since you have a regular spot you go to after your dates, too." You snicker with the roll of your shoulders, leaning back in your seat.

"Yeah," Tom chuckles. "Guess so, I swear it's like every date I've been in in months has been bad."

"You're telling me," You scoff. "Trust me, I have been on worse dates."

"I don't know, I've been on some pretty bad ones." Tom smirks and it's like this silent competition started between the two of you. Who's been on the worst dates.

It's definitely not a conversation either of you have had with another stranger before, but there's something a bit freeing about it. When it's with your friends, you both feel like you'd just be complaining, especially lately. Or that maybe you're just being too picky about who you want to date which is not true but everyone should be picky about who they want to date and who they don't. But, with the two of you talking about your bad dates together, it feels like you aren't really alone in it, your streaks of bad dates is turning into a fun and light-hearted, open conversation. And it doesn't feel judgmental or pitting and you both take responsibility when you don't handle the dates well either. It's fun for you both and before either of you even know it, an hour has gone by, plates shoved off to the side with your utensils resting in the empty dishes.

"Okay, I had this one where she invited her friend." Tom says, arm resting on the back of his seat.

"Oh, so horrible," You fake pouts.

"Nah," Tom shakes his head. "That's not the bad part. I didn't even mind, wish she would've asked first or given a heads up but it was fine, until I realize I'm like the third wheel." Tom laughs as he runs a hand through his hair.

"Noooo." You giggle.

"Yeah! We, uh, get to the movie and her friend is with her, so okay that's fine.” Tom’s brows pinch together for a millisecond. “So, I offer to pay for her friend as well, some people are more comfortable with a friend. But then, I end up sitting next to her friend, I made 3 trips to the concessions for 'em, they whispered to each other the whole time. I tried to make a comment and her friend told me to be quiet because she was watching the movie. And so we go mini golfing after, I'm not kidding I don't think either of them said five words to me!"

You bursts out in laughter. "That's so rude!"

"I know! I tried to make conversation but they ignored me the whole time. It sounds like I'm being dramatic about it and I wish I was." Tom laughs, knowing that was the weirdest date by far he's been on.

"I would have been pissed," You shake your head. "I had this guy once, invite me on a date to his house which, hey, red flag but I went anyway." You sigh but your smile stays. "Turns out, he didn't want a date, he needed someone who had 'motherly vibes' to come over and babysit for him. It was like his nephew or something."

"What?" Tom asks, voice riddled in confusion.

"Yeah! He told his sister he'd babysit for extra cash and we're like 21 or something, but he didn't know the first thing about kids so his thought process was to get on a dating app and scope out women to help him. And I had to be gone before his sister got back so she wouldn't know some random person was there with her child."

"What'd you do?"

"Oh, I mean I stayed because I did not trust that man with a child." You chortle. "And then I found his sister on Facebook and told her what happened because she should know what her brother is up to. She was thankful I told her."

"That's so stupid." Tom groans with his head back.

"I know! Gosh," You sigh, leaning back in your seat as your phone dings.

Are you ok? Getting worried 😩

There’s disappointment in reading the text. You don’t really want to leave. Sure, talking about bad dates doesn’t sound like fun, but it is with Tom. Actually, this is the most fun you’ve had with a stranger in months. He’s really good company, and he’s funny, and really nice to look at. But, with the text from your best friend, you know it’s about time to head home. You have work in the morning anyway.

"Uh, Jess is getting worried." You rest your phone back on the table. "I have an idea."

"Oh, no." Tom jokes.

"So, we have not settled who's been on worse dates so how about we go on dates once a week, new people, and see who can go on the worst dates. Worst like we laugh about it, not worst as in dangerous ones, we meet up here after and talk about it." You offer, biting your bottom lip, hoping he’ll agree just because you want to see him. You know if you were to ask him on a date, he’d end up being another bad date and you’d like to not ruin the idea of him so soon.

"Doesn't that sound.....I don't know...a bit crazy?" Tom chuckles.

It sounds crazy and like a bad idea. As far as Tom's concerned, he considers you both lucky these are the kind of bad dates you've been on so far. Going on bad dates on purpose, seems like tempting fate a little bit. But, on the other hand, he is having a really good time with you.

"Absolutely but, clearly, we both have shitty taste in dating potential so we might as well make it fun if we're gonna go on bad dates anyway." You wiggle your eye brows and offer him a teasing grin.

"Yeah, okay." Tom agrees, leaning forward. "What works best for you?"

"I work 9-5 Tuesdays through Friday, 9-noon on Saturdays. So, anytime after those hours,"

"I work until 4 to 10 Tuesday through Friday and Saturdays I work till 5 to midnight. So, Mondays and Sundays are easiest."

"What do you do? Those are gross hours." You grimace at the thought of working from the middle of the afternoon until late at night.

"Bartender." Tom holds up his glass of water. slightly tilting it back and forth.

"Huh, didn't expect that." You raise your brows quickly and you’d like to see him in his element. You always stop to watch the bartending videos on TikTok.

"What were you thinking?" Tom chuckles softly.

"Until I heard your hours, some office job." You snort.

"I couldn't sit still that long, don't have the attention span.” Tom shakes his head, the idea of an office job making his skin crawl. “What about you? What do you do?"

"Vet tech." You beam with joy.

"Didn't expect that," Tom grins. You gesture a hand out, urging for him to explain, "Expected retail until you said your hours were consistent."

"Yeah, no not since college luckily." You look at your phone as it dings again. You shake your head, unlocking it and bringing up the messaging app and to a new message screen. "Here." You slide your phone to Tom. "Send a text to yourself, we'll have each other's numbers."

"Right, yeah." Tom chuckles, taking the phone and sending himself a smiley emoji from your phone. "All set." Tom gives you a cornered smile.

"Well, I'll...text you then?" You ask, getting up from your seat.

"Okay." Tom gains a soft and bashful smile as you grab your things, walking past him and towards the door, leaving him alone in the diner but feeling a lot less lonely.

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instead of you [part ten] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, alcohol, mentions of sex (18+ mdni)

word count: 2.6k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

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“Just that you’re not technically a chef yet,” Minho explained defensively. “You’re not certified.”

“A chef doesn’t need a piece of paper to call themselves a chef,” Leo countered. “Anyone can be a chef. But don’t tell the WAC I said that.”

“Yeah, Minho haven’t you ever seen Ratatouille?” you teased.

“Great movie,” Leo added. “Jisung, great job on your dough,” he reiterated.

Jisung stuck his tongue out at his brother across the table who rolled his eyes in response as Leo picked up his ball of dough and rolled it in his hands.

“Minho, yours is still a little tough. Keep working on it.”

He nodded and took his dough back to continue kneading it. You noticed his jaw clenched subtly in frustration, but he didn’t say anything else. You watched as he rolled the pasta dough with a little more force, maybe a little too much.

Leo checked yours next and gave you similar feedback to Minho’s, even though Jisung had helped you with yours. You didn’t want to think about what kind of feedback you would have gotten on your own.

Your dough was still flaking apart when you went back to working on it, and you tried desperately to hold it together with little success. Jisung had left your side to help his mom so you were on your own.

At least Minho was also struggling. You felt a little better knowing he was miserable too.

You were starting to sweat with effort, you were so out of shape that even cooking had you catching your breath. You had thought this was going to be fun, but instead you were having flashbacks to high school P.E. class.

Leo made his way down the rest of the table and checked everyone else’s dough before circling back to you and Minho. He took over for Minho and instructed Jisung to finish kneading yours so that he could move on with the lesson. It was embarrassing to be singled out, but Jisung assured you it wasn’t your fault. He wasn’t making much progress with yours either.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with yours,” Jisung whispered to you.

“I probably did it wrong,” you hissed back.

“I watched you do it, you did it the same way as everyone else.”

“Then why is it being like this?”

“Sometimes food has a mind of its own,” Leo interjected, making you realize the entire class had been listening to you and Jisung’s back and forth. “This is good enough, though. We can set it aside with the other balls of dough to let them rest while we make the fillings.”

You and Minho set your sad pasta balls on the counter with the others before moving to the sink to rinse your hands.

“I think they’ll still taste good,” Minho said thoughtfully as he offered the bottle of soap to you and pumped some into your hands.

“I hope so.”

“It’s pasta, it’s almost impossible to fuck it up.”

“Yet somehow we still managed to.”

“Some would say it’s talent,” he said and shrugged.

You bumped his shoulder with your own as you fought over the water stream. You managed to stick your hands in first and Minho put his above yours only for you to shove them away.

“Hey!”

“You’re completely ruining the purpose of washing my hands!”

“I have soap on my hands, you have soap on your hands, what’s the issue?”

“And you’re washing off your germs and they’re going on my hands now!”

“Fine, fine, I’ll wait my turn,” he seceded and let you finish washing your hands before he rinsed off his own.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Making the fillings for the pasta was a much simpler process than making the dough. All you had to do was mix certain ingredients together. It didn’t matter what order you added them, if you whisked fast or slow, the only important thing was that everything made it into the bowl one way or another.

You worked in pairs for this step. Jisung mixed together the pesto filling while you did the parmesan-truffle one.

“This is different than the pesto I make,” he said, looking at the mixture in his bowl.

You frowned. “But I like your pesto.”

“It’ll still be good, baby,” he assured you with a kiss to the forehead. “Don’t worry.”

When the fillings were done it was time to revisit the balls of dough and roll them into pasta. Jisung explained it to you like rolling Play-Doh, but it was far more difficult in your opinion. Play-Doh was nowhere near as stubborn as this. The pasta dough somehow retained tension, and would bounce back every time you tried to stretch it.

Jisung ended up having to help you and Minho because both of you were starting at a disadvantage with your fucked up dough.

“I never want to hear you say I have it easier than you ever again,” Jisung warned as he folded your strands of dough into raviolis.

The class had moved on to the final step, shaping and filling the noodles, but you had already tapped out. Jisung was done with his portion before you had even finished one so he had taken over for you.

“I’m sorry for saying that,” you said, remembering all the times you had teased him for stressing out over his ‘soufflé final’ or ‘crepe labs’. “I would much rather be writing a paper right now.”

He shrugged. “Everyone has their strengths.”

“I’m starting to think that Ratatouille movie was bullshit,” you groaned.

“How ironic,” Minho snorted across from you.

He was really starting to get on your nerves. But you let his comment go, not allowing your temper to get the better of you. He was still Jisung’s family, even if they had a… complicated relationship.

When the class finally settled in the dining room of the restaurant to eat you were sweaty, sore, and exhausted. You could feel your skin sticking to the leather seat, and you felt severely underdressed. Back in the kitchen you hadn’t been so self-conscious. But now you couldn’t stop thinking about your appearance.

The atmosphere was much more sophisticated. The lights were dim, and soft music played in the background. All of the other guests were following an unspoken black-tie dress code while the fifteen of you were still wearing your disposable aprons, only now they were covered in flour and egg yolk.

And to make it worse-

“Smile!”

Nikki held up her phone and motioned for you and Jisung to scoot your chairs closer together. You took a deep breath and complied, leaning your head against your fake boyfriend’s and managing a grin. You really didn’t want this moment to be immortalized, but you didn’t want to be difficult either.

The camera flashed once, then again. Jisung wrapped a hand around your waist and pulled your body against his, pressing a kiss to your cheek for another picture. You scrunched up your face as the flash went off, the tickle of his breath against your skin and the feather-light touch of his lips making you squeeze your eyes shut.

“That’s a good one!” Nikki complimented, even though you were sure it wasn’t as flattering as she was making it out to be.

The pasta was served with a glass of red wine for everyone. Jisung was right, the pesto was different from his, but it was still good. It was no match for his recipe, but the handmade pasta did give it a few bonus points. You were sure you hadn’t gotten any of the noodles you made because all of the ones on your plate were perfect. It didn’t feel fair that you got to enjoy somebody else’s hard work while they got your shitty excuse of a ravioli.

But as the wine dwindled from your glass the negative thoughts began to ebb away too. Your muscles, though still sore, relaxed slightly and you rested your head on Jisung’s shoulder as everyone else finished their meals around you. The conversation carried on without your contribution. Your social battery had died hours ago, but you were content to listen to the Hans chat with other students at the table.

You weren’t a huge fan of wine, but the one served with dinner was palatable, and to be honest you weren’t one to turn down complimentary alcohol anyway. It tasted more expensive than anything you had ever drank, like the equivalent of velvet on your tongue. You finished your glass and the rest of Felix’s.

-

The next few days in Florence passed in a similar fashion. You ate a lot of carbs, drank a lot of alcohol and let the business of the itinerary overwhelm you. It was getting tiring, living in an act. Trailing along behind the Hans like a dog, worn on Jisung’s arm like an accessory.

You had known what you were getting into, and you were trying your best to enjoy the experiences- because who the fuck knows when you’ll ever get to go on such a nice vacation again, but pretending to be in love with your best friend was a harder feat than you had thought.

It felt like being in a school play. Every move and phrase had to be intentional. You tread the lines of your relationship with rehearsed expertise. And you had to watch what you said, because everyone’s eyes were on you. At least that’s what it felt like.

Jisung’s parents were easy. They fully bought into your lie, seeing what they wanted to. They usually left you to your own devices, too. His brothers were the ones who needed convincing. Not even Felix, though. Minho was the problem. Minho was always the problem.

You were in Rome now, walking back to the hotel from the Colosseum. Jisung had his arm slung around your shoulders and was talking his twin brother’s ear off about the Gladiators and inaccuracies in films about Ancient Rome.

You didn’t think you’d seen him this excited the entire trip. It was cute, the way he talked with his hands and looked off into the distance whenever he was really engaged in something. Felix was also cute. He was trying his best to keep up with Jisung, nodding his head at all the right points, asking questions when there was a pause in conversation.

“Yeah, gladiators fucking unionized,” Jisung explained. “They put their lives on the line all the time, ya know? Might as well get benefits.”

“If I was a gladiator I’d join their union,” you said, adding to the conversation for the first time in a while.

“There were women gladiators too, babe! You totally could’ve been one.”

You laughed. “You remember my season on the intramural dodgeball team? I wouldn’t last a day. But I appreciate the thought, Ji.”

You had dinner in the restaurant attached to the hotel lobby. Nikki passed around her Canon for everyone to look through the pictures from the day while a bottle of limoncello was passed around the table.

You’d scarfed down your pasta and passed on dessert in favor of another shot of limoncello. Rookie mistake.

In the past the sugary drink had always tasted like cough syrup to you, but this batch tasted like straight-up lemonade. You were tipsy, bordering on drunk, but nowhere near blacked. Nikki and Dom turned in around shot three, leaving the tab open for the four of you. Jisung went upstairs next, having gone too hard too fast on the limoncello (he was on shot five when his parents went back to their room).

Then it was just You, Felix, and Minho. You told Jisung you’d join him in a bit after the pianist played a couple more songs. In all honesty, the music reminded you of Jisung. Back at school you could always find Jisung in the music hall if he wasn’t in the culinary building. You’d always hear him playing as soon as you walked through the double doors. You could always tell it was him at the keys by the way the playing sounded. He was self-taught, but still a genius in your mind. He didn’t need any formal training to make beautiful music, and that’s what you loved about it.

When he moved out of the dorms and into an apartment he bought a keyboard, and you’d spend nights together in his room illegally pirating sheet music for him to learn new songs. He’d play whatever you requested, and if he didn’t know how to play it he’d teach himself.

The pianist in the restaurant played with a little more expertise. The notes sounded refined, perfected. Jisung always told you that perfect music was restrained music, that real music had flaws, that a song should sound a little different every time it was played.

After an encore of Beethoven the man at the piano stood from his bench and took a bow, passing his hat around the room to collect tips. Minho dropped a bill into the hat and you did as well, handing it back to the man afterwards. He dumped the contents of the hat into a briefcase and closed the lid of the piano, thanking everyone in the audience for their donations.

“Well, I think I’m going to head up now,” Felix said, yawning for emphasis. “We still have to get up at the ass crack of dawn even though we’ll all probably be hungover.”

“Speak for yourself,” Minho said cockily, then turned to you. “One more shot?”

The bottle of limoncello was almost empty anyway. Might as well finish it off, it’d be a shame to let it go to waste, right?

“Hit me.”

“God, you’re both going to be so fucked tomorrow,” Felix groaned.

“We’ll be fine,” Minho insisted, rolling his eyes at his younger brother.

“Good night, Felix,” you sang, waving at him as he walked off.

“Yeah whatever.”

Minho wasted no time pouring you both a shot of what was left of the limoncello. The restaurant was beginning to clear out so he worked fast, filling the glasses up to the marked line. You both took one and clinked them together before throwing them back.

You winced at the burning sensation in the back of your throat and put the glass back on the table, searching for something to chase the shot with. Your eyes fell to Minho, lingering on his cheeks, his lips, both pink from the alcohol or something else. You flicked your gaze down to his neck, his collarbone that was peeking out from the neckline of his shirt. You thought about how it would feel to kiss him there, to run your tongue over a love bite you’d given him.

You forced your gaze back to his eyes, hoping he hadn’t caught you staring. You had to act uninterested, you couldn’t let on to- but he was staring back. His eyes were intense, and almost impossible to read in the darkness of the room. You knew you should look away, knew you had to keep up appearances, but you couldn’t.

Later you’d blame it on the alcohol, but in that moment you knew the limoncello wasn’t what was making your head spin, or your what was making your vision cloudy.

You were about to leave the table, about to rush to the elevator and back to Jisung but then suddenly Minho was kissing you. He cradled your head in his hand and tilted your chin up to meet his lips. It wasn’t desperate or messy like most drunk kisses were. Instead, it was delicate. You swore you could feel every line of his lips against yours, feel his heartbeat through his hands on your cheek.

It was only for a second, not enough time for you to react or reciprocate and then he was pulling away, eyes wide with panic.

“Please don’t tell Jisung.”

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As It Was

pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Synopsis: you have a personal rule against dating co-stars that causes tension in your friendship with Tom (ft. Harry styles)

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“You two obviously have an incredibly chemistry onscreen, so I have to ask. Has that chemistry led to anything offscreen?”

You sucked in a sharp breath but kept your smile as you looked over at Tom. He looked at you too, biting back a smile from knowing how much you hated that question.

“You know, you’re the first person to ever ask us that question.” You said through a forced smile.

“Am I?“ The journalist asked you.

“She’s being sarcastic.” Tom chuckled. “That’s just about the only question we get asked. That and “what kind of underwear do you wear under the suit.”

“You do get that a lot.” You laughed, hoping to change the subject.

“Well that’s what the people want to know.” The journalist said. “So is there anything going on between the two of you that we should know about? Any secret romance?”

“Oh my God.” You mumbled a little louder than you meant to. Tom felt his cheeks heat up but kept quiet.

“I’ll take that as a no?” The journalist chuckled.

“I’m sorry. I really don’t mean to be rude. I’m just tired of being asked that question over and over. Why does everyone think I’m dating my costar?” You laughed and tried not to sound as annoyed as you felt.

“Oh no.” Tom chuckled. “Here we go again.”

“It’s just annoying. I feel like the Zac Efron rumors stopped two days ago and now this?” You sighed and gestured between you and Tom.

“You are Zac did seem pretty close during your press tour.” The journalist said, making jealousy rise up in Tom’s chest. You had assured him multiple times that you and Zac were never anything more than friends, but he had spent too many sleepless nights watching compilations of Zac flirting with you in interviews to not be bothered by that statement.

“Because we’re good friends and we were promoting a movie together.” You shrugged. “That doesn’t mean we were together.”

“So you never dated Zac?” The journal asked you as Tom’s jaw tightened.

“Nope.” You shook your head. “Not even a little.”

“And you’re not dating Tom?” The journalist asked, making you let out another little sigh.

“Nope.” Tom answered for you. “Not even a little.”

“I don’t date co-stars. Ever. It’s my only rule.” You said simply, making Tom’s heart sink a little.

“Why not?” The journalist wondered.

“I just don’t believe in mixing my work and my personal life like that. It gets too messy. I set that boundary when I first started acting and I’ve always stuck to it.”

“So you’d never date a co-star?”

“Never.” You shrugged. Tom looked down at his lap so the cameras wouldn’t catch the disappointment on his face. He knew you felt that way, but it hurt to hear you say it.

“What about you, Tom? Would you?” The journalist asked.

“If I loved her, I would.” Tom said with a sad smile. You looked over at him and felt guilt rise in your chest.

“Well that’s different. I could ignore a crush on a co-star for the sake of keeping things professional. But love is love. You can’t ignore love.” You said as you looked over at Tom.

“Yeah. I agree.” Tom said as he gave you a soft smile. You held eye contact for a minute before looking away.

After a long day of press junkets, you and Tom went back to his hotel room together. You kicked off you high heels and flopped onto Tom’s bed while he changed into his pajamas.

“That interview from today was posted and people are already over analyzing they way we look at each other.” You sighed as Tom sat beside you on the bed.

“I saw that. How many times can people post a picture of us with the caption “get you someone who looks at you the way Tom Holland looks at Y/n L/n” before they get tired of it?”

“Or “the way he looks at her”.” You said added and made heart eyes at Tom.

“I want what they have.” Tom sighed dramatically and put his hand over his heart. You both laughed and laid down beside each other on his bed.

“I just don’t understand the logic. Surely the journalists know that every interviewer before them has asked us if we were dating. Why do they all think they’re gonna be the ones to finally get us to admit it?” You asked as you looked over at him.

“You’re really bothered by this, huh?” Tom asked, hoping his tone didn’t reveal how disappointed he felt.

“I don’t know. It’s just so annoying.” You sighed. “I want people to know me for my work, not for my supposed boyfriend. I’m not Harry Styles ex. I’m not Tom Holland’s “rumored girl”. I’m me. If that’s not interesting enough, then don’t talk to me.”

“Everybody gets asks about their love life. It’s part of the job.”

“I know. But you don’t get asked who you’re dating nearly as much as I do. I feel like no cares about the work I put into my characters. They only care about if I’m dating my costar. Why do I even bother being in this business if I will never be seen for my talent? All I’ll ever be is a love interest. And that’s really frustrating.” You sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Tom stayed silent as he listened to you let your feelings out. He reached over and put his hand on top of yours to let you know he was there for you. You smiled softly and put your free hand over his.

“I’m sorry for ranting. I just never want to be reduced to someone’s girlfriend. That would never happen to you or any other guy. Nobody refers to you as “Y/n’s boyfriend” or “Y/n’s new man”. It’s not fair.”

“Excuse you. I refer to myself as that all the time.” Tom scoffed.

“You know what I mean.” You laughed. “It’s such a double standard. You get to shine on your own but I always have to be tied to some guy to be relevant. They call you Tom, star of the Marvel franchise and call me Y/n, his rumored girlfriend in the same sentence. It’s all such bullshit.”

“It is bullshit.” Tom agreed. “Next time you get asked if you’re dating me, you should just punch the interviewer right in the face.”

“Tom.” You laughed and playfully swatted his arm.

“I’m serious.” He insisted. “That’ll send a message to all other journalists that you’re not to be messed with.”

“Yeah. Maybe I should.” You chuckled and looked up at the ceiling again. Tom looked at you for a minute before propping himself up on his elbow. He cupped your chin and moved your face to look at him.

“Hey.” He said softly. “I see the way you shine. I see your talent. And I see how hard you work. You’ve never been just a love interest to me.”

“Thanks.” You returned the smile. Tom gulped a little and started to lean in as your eyes fluttered shut. Before your lips could touch, someone knocked at the door. You quickly sat up as Tom moved away from you.

“Are you guys ready for dinner?” Jacob called through the door. You and Tom slowly made eye contact and exchanged flustered smiles.

“We should…” You trailed off and nodded towards the door.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” Tom faked a smile and got off the bed. You left the hotel and avoided eye contact all the way to the restaurant. Tom tried to push the almost kiss from his mind as the cast sat down to dinner. He kept trying to make eye contact with you from across the table. You were still rattled from almost breaking your rule that you couldn’t look at Tom. You all went out to a bar afterwards for drinks and once you had some alcohol into you, you were ready to talk to him again.

“Does this eyebrow ever go down?” You asked as you smoothed Tom’s eyebrow down with your thumb.

“Don’t make fun of it.” Tom drunkenly whined. “This is a bully free zone. And you know I can’t fix it.”

“This is not a bully free zone.” You laughed and wrapped an arm around his neck. “And I didn’t say I wanted you to fix it. I love it. It’s my third favorite thing about your face.”

“Third?” Tom chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you closer.

“After your crooked nose and eyes, duh.” You playfully rolled your eyes. Your gaze slowly drifted past Tom and your smile fell.

“Oh shit.”

“What?” Tom wondered and turned his head to look in the direction you were looking in.

“My ex is here.�� You whispered harshly and pointed to a man.

“Your ex is….” Tom trailed off when his eyes landed on Harry Styles.

“Wait, your ex boyfriend is Harry Styles?” Tom asked. “Harry fucking Styles?”

“Yeah. You knew that. We’ve talked about this multiple times.”

“I thought you were kidding!” Tom exclaimed. “This whole time, I thought that was a joke.”

“It wasn’t a joke. Who do you think his last album was about?” You snorted and let go of Tom as you started to walk away.

“You’re going over there?” Tom asked as he gently caught your wrist.

“Well I gotta say hi.” You insisted. “We ended things on good terms.”

“Can I come with you?” Tom asked as he nervously looked between you and Harry.

“Why? Jealous?” You teased.

“Extremely. That’s Harry fucking Styles!” Tom exclaimed, making you laugh.

“I know it is. And since I used to be fucking Harry Styles, I gotta go say hi.” You said as you pulled Tom over to Harry. Tom stood back and watched nervously as you squeezed Harry’s arm.

“Hey.” You smiled warmly.

“Oh hello, love. Long time no see.” Harry grinned and pulled you into a hug that lasted way too long for Tom’s liking.

“I know. Your hair was down to your shoulders last time I saw you.” You said as you reached up to touch his hair. Tom was too drunk to handle the situation reasonably and started to sweat.

“Yeah. It was time for a change.” Harry replied as his eyes drifted over to Tom. Tom cleared his throat and put his hand on your back as he held out a hand.

“Hi. I’m Tom.”

“Nice to meet you, mate.” Harry said as he shook Tom’s hand.

“Nice to meet you too. You two have a new movie coming out soon, right?” Harry asked as he took a sip of his drink.

“Yeah. We’re on the press tour now.” Tom said as he put an arm around you.

“I see. Maybe our characters will share a screen one day.” Harry said as he took notice of the way Tom was holding you.

“Oh yeah. I forgot Harry fucking Styles is in the Marvel universe.” Tom said, mostly to himself.

“What was that, mate?” Harry asked.

“Nothing.” Tom said quickly.

“Right. I actually saw you when you first walked in but I didn’t want to interrupt anything. Are you two here on a date?” Harry asked in a casual tone. Both of your faces fell as you thought back to the near kiss in the hotel earlier.

“Don’t answer that.” Harry chuckled. “Your faces told me plenty.”

“Well we should probably get back to our table. It was good to see you.” You said as you squeezed Harry’s hand.

“It was good to see you too, love. Take care.” Harry said and leaned in to kiss your cheek. Tom watched with a clenched jaw but kept his mouth shut.

“Bye Tom.” Harry winked.

“Bye Harry fucking Styles.” Tom mumbled.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that.” Harry said and leaned in to hear Tom better.

“I just said bye.” Tom faked a smile before leading you away.

Once you left the bar, Tom went back with you to your hotel room to make sure you got in okay. He sat on your bed while you took your makeup off in the bathroom. You came out a few minutes later with a clean face and dressed in the hotel bath robe. Tom felt his heart speed up at the sight of you and gulped.

“Can I ask you something?” He said before he lost his nerve.

“Yeah. Anything.” You said as you set out your outfit for the next day.

“How did you two end up together?” Tom asked. “You and Harry?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “We were young and kept running into each other at different red carpets and events. He asked me out at one of them and I said yes.”

“Wow.” Tom chuckled dryly. “Was that before or after you made your no dating co-stars rule?”

“After.”

“Hm.” Tom said shortly as he chewed on the inside of his cheeks.

“What?” You wondered. “What are you not saying?”

“Nothing. I just think your rule is dumb.” Tom said without looking at you. You stopped touching your clothes and kept your back to Tom.

“It’s not dumb.” You said quietly. “I have the rule for a reason. Relationships are tricky and they’re even harder in the public eye. Somebody always gets hurts. And I’d rather avoid the awkwardness of having to play lovers onscreen with someone I used to date.”

“Is that why you didn’t date Zac?”

“I didn’t date Zac before I didn’t want to date Zac.” You chuckled softly. Tom gulped a little before getting to what he really wanted to ask you.

“Is that why you won’t date me?” He asked quietly. You slowly turned around but kept your eyes on the ground.

“We shouldn’t have this conversation.”

“I need to have this conversation.” Tom said as he got off your bed. He walked over to you and cupped your face so that you would look at him. He opened his mouth to speak and you quickly put your fingertips over his lips.

“Please don’t say it.” You whispered. “Don’t say what you want to say. It’s just gonna complicate things.”

“I want to complicate things. I want you.”

“It’s just gonna mess things up. Wouldn’t you rather be friends forever than boyfriend and girlfriend for a little while?”

“Who says we’ll only last a little while?” Tom asked as he played with the belt of your robe.

“Nothing lasts forever, Tom. You know that. We work really well as friends. I don’t want to mess that up.”

“You don’t want to even try?” Tom asked sadly.

“Of course I want to try. I just don’t want to fail.” You said as you looked into his eyes.

“Maybe we won’t fail.” He smiled weakly. You let out a sigh and took his hand in yours.

“I just don’t want to end up hating each other.” You said as you looked at your intertwined hands.

“I could never hate you.” Tom insisted. You looked up at him and gave him a sad smile.

“I could never hate you either.”

“So love me instead.” He said as he took a step closer to you. Your nose scrunched up and you let out a short laugh.

“That was pretty cliche.” You told him.

“But it’s working, isn’t it?” Tom asked as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours with every word.

“Maybe.” You gulped as you eyes stayed on his lips. Before your lips could touch, you pulled your head back and covered your lips with your hands.

“Nope. I’m not gonna kiss you. I would never kiss you.”

“You wouldn’t?” Tom asked coyly.

“Nope. I don’t even want to.”

“You don’t?” Tom asked as he leaned in even closer.

“No.” You lied. “Because I don’t feel anything for you. I can’t. I don’t date my costars. It’s my one rule.”

“Can’t you break it? Just this once?” Tom dropped his playful tone and genuinely pleaded with you. You almost gave in, but you just couldn’t do it.

“I can’t. I’m sorry. I just can’t.” You said apologetically. Tom withdrew from you as his eyes fell to the floor.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then, darling.” He said as he gave you a sad smile.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said quietly, beginning to rethink your decision. Tom left without another word and went back to his hotel room. He immediately got out his laptop and googled Harry’s name.

“What makes you so special?” Tom mumbled as he scrolled through some articles on Harry. He came upon a headline that made his heart stop.

“Ed Sheeran reveals Harry Styles has a huge penis.” Tom read off his screen. He slammed his laptop shut and let out an angry sigh.

“Harry fucking Styles.” He muttered.

The next day, you and Tom sat beside each other at a press junket. There was an icy tension that neither of you addressed out loud. You both silently agreed not to talk about the day before for the sake of the press tour.

“I’m sitting here with Tom Holland and Y/n L/n, stars of the latest installment in the Marvel franchise. I have to ask you, is it weird to play a couple on screen when you’re such good friends?” The journalist. You and Tom blinked a few times in surprise, neither of you wanting to be the first to answer that question. You exchanged a quick look before turning back to the journalist.

“I think it was a little awkward first but it comes pretty naturally to us now.” You answered and hoped that would be sufficient.

“And that never carried over to real life? You know, since it comes so naturally to you?”

You gulped at the question and tried to keep a neutral face when you felt like screaming on the inside. It was the worst possible question at the worst possible timing.

“I think it comes more naturally to some of us than others.” Tom cut it, making you side eye him.

“Well I think just because something comes naturally to you that doesn’t necessarily mean you have to act on it.” You shrugged. “I’m weirdly good at baseball. Doesn’t mean I have any interest in joining the MLB.”

“Maybe not.” Tom agreed. “But then again, if something comes naturally to you and you want to act on it, why stop yourself?”

“Because some of us have rules against acting on it.” You said through a clenched smile.

“Well some of us think that rule is stupid.” Tom shrugged, making you glare at him. He stared back briefly before returning his attention to the journalist.

“So what can we expect next from your characters?” She asked, hoping to get rid of some of the awkward tension that had erupted.

“I’d like to see my character happy.” Tom replied. “And surrounded by people who make him happy.”

“Me too.” You agreed.

“Then maybe your character should stop pushing the people who are any to make her happy away.” Tom said as he smiled sweetly at you.

“My character doesn’t push them away.” You returned the smile. “She just knows how to set boundaries where she needs them.”

“Does your character set boundaries or does she put up walls out of fear and call them by a different name?” Tom asked as he tapped his chin.

“My character isn’t scared. She just doesn’t want to ruin something that’s important to her with your character.” You replied, never dropping your forced smile.

“Well my character doesn’t think anything would be ruined. He thinks that crossing that boundary would only improve the relationship between us - I mean, our characters.”

“Well my character doesn’t want to take that chance.”

“So have you guys done any sight seeing while you’re in town?” The journalist asked with a nervous laugh. You and Tom exchanged an angry look and silently agreed to drop the argument until later.

After a long day of press, you finally were able to go back to your hotel. The elevator ride to your room was silent but as soon as the door was closed behind you, Tom spoke up.

“We need to talk.“

“Please. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. It’s already gotten so out of hand. I told you how I feel and it’s not going to change. Can we please just drop it?” You asked as you sat down on your bed.

“I can’t drop it. Why are you fighting this?”

“Why do you care so much? Why can’t you just let me go?”

“Because I won’t accept us not being together. If you didn’t feel the same, then things would be different. But I know you feel what I feel and I think it’s ridiculous that we don’t do something about it.” Tom said as he stood in front of you. You looked up at him and could see how miserable this was making him.

“I have a rule.” You said quietly.

“It’s a stupid rule!” He exclaimed.

“I know it’s a stupid rule!” You shouted as you stood up.

“So why do you follow it? Why do you torture yourself?”

“Because I’d never forgive myself for fucking up our friendship when things go wrong. Which they will. They always do.” You stated, making you both fall silent. The only sound in the room was your heavy breathing as a hot tear sipped down your face.

“I’d never forgive myself if I broke your heart.” You said quietly as you sat back down on the bed in defeat. Tom stayed silent as he wiped his face with his sleeves.

“Can we please just forget this whole thing and go back to being friends?” You pleaded as you looked up at him. “Can’t we just go back to the way things were?”

“I can’t go back.” Tom said lowly. “I can’t be your friend. You said it yourself. You can’t ignore love.”

“You don’t love me.” You laughed dryly and shook your head.

“Don’t I?” He asked, slight anger in his voice.

“You may think you do but you’re wrong. You’re just excited by the fantasy of it all. Our relationship is forbidden for reasons out of your control so you push harder for us to happen. But trust me. If you actually had me, you wouldn’t want me. The excitement would melt away in an instant.”

“Darling, I think you’re an incredibly intelligent girl but you could not be more wrong. I do love you. I love you exactly as you are. I don’t understand why you can’t get out of your own way and let me.”

You opened your mouth to say something but no words came out. You slowly shut it and gave Tom an defeated shrug. He nodded his head and looked at the ground, seeming like the had finally accepted your answer.

“I should go. I won’t fight you any more on this. I can’t make you love me if you don’t want to.” He said without meeting your eyes.

“It’s not that I don’t want to-“

“I know. You just won’t.” He looked at you with a sad smile.

“Tom.” You got off the bed and grabbed his arm before he could leave. He stopped going for the door and looked at you with sad eyes before kissing your cheek.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, darling. Good night.” He gave you one last smile before leaving you alone in your room. You looked up at the ceiling as tears slid down face. You looked over at the wall with watery eyes, knowing Tom was in the next room feeling just as bad as you were. You didn’t know if your relationship could recover from this and that made you feel even worse.

The next day, you didn’t have any press to do before the premier. You spent the day getting your hair and makeup done, a process you normally loved but couldn’t enjoy because of the heavy weight on your chest. You hoped to see Tom before leaving for the premier but he was doing an expert job of avoiding you.

“Do you know if Tom left yet?” You asked as you got into your limo.

“He did. He’s at the premier already.” Your manager told you. You let out a little sigh and looked out the window as you pulled away from your hotel.

At the premier, Tom’s head was on swivel as he impatiently waited for you to arrive. He wanted to talk to you before he left but his team had kept him busy with preparations for the red carpet. In the middle of giving an interview, Tom heard the crowd suddenly grow louder.

“I’m so sorry to cut you off. I think that’s the sound of Y/n arriving.” Tom said as he looked behind him to try and spot you.

“I think so too. Let’s see if we can get a look at her.” The journalist said as looked in your direction. Tom saw you getting out of your limo and you made eye contact with each other. You smiled softly and gave him a wave, which he returned. You were led inside by your team and the moment was gone.

“She went inside. Hopefully we’ll catch her later.” The journalist said.

“Yeah.” Tom sighed. “Hopefully.”

After giving a few interviews, you stood on the red carpet with the rest of the cast as a million cameras flashed. Tom was in the middle of the cast and you were at the end, a safe distance between the two of you. You thought it would stay that way until you heard,

“Let’s get some of just Tom and Y/n!”

You gulped as the rest of the cast dispersed, leaving you and Tom alone. He gave you a soft smile as he slipped an arm around your waist.

“Hi.” He said as the cameras flashed.

“Hi.” You said back.

“You look beautiful.” He told you, letting his eyes linger on you for a long time.

“Thank you.” You smiled shyly. “So do you.”

The cameras continued to flash and you found it harder and harder to keep your smile when you felt so sad inside.

“Tom, I feel really bad about the way we left things last night.” You said quietly so only he could hear.

“We can talk about it later, okay? Let’s just enjoy the night.” He smiled softly at you and gave your hip a squeeze. He turned back to look at the cameras and you realized how many people were calling your name. You faced the cameras as well and smiled for the cameras, hoping it was enough to mask the sadness you felt inside. You found it hard to be at a party when you felt like an open wound.

“Beautiful couple! You look great together.” One of the photographers shouted, inadvertently rubbing salt into the wound. When it was time to move down the carpet, Tom let go of you.

“I’ll see you after, okay?” He told you before walking away. You threw on a fake smile and posed for more pictures, looking over at him every chance you got. Once you got back inside the building, you saw Tom leaning against a wall by a coat closet. You knew it was a rare moment when you’d be alone, so you quickly went up to him.

“Hey.” You smiled weakly. “What are you doing over here?”

“Waiting for you, actually.” He replied, making the weight on your chest lift just a little. Before you could respond, the director of the movie came up to the two of you.

“Congratulations you two. Here’s to the last night of the press tour.” He said as he smiled at the both of you. When he walked away, something dawned on you.

“Its the last night of the press tour.” You said, mostly to yourself.

“Yeah. We’re all done after this. You won’t have to get asked about your love life anymore.” Tom said with a tight smile. You figured he wasn’t completely over the fight but you were surprised he wasn’t getting what you were saying.

“It’s the last night of the press tour.” You repeated.

“Yeah, darling. I know.” He said as he gave you a strange look. You groaned a little before grabbing Tom by the shoulders.

“Tom. It’s the last night of the press tour.”

“So?” He wondered.

“So we’re not co-stars anymore.” You said with a coy smile. You watched Tom’s face go from confused to realizing what you were trying to say.

“Does your rule say anything about dating former co-stars?” He asked as a smile tugged at his lips.

“It does not.” You said with an even bigger smile than his. You looked around before pushing him into the coat closet behind you. As soon as the door was shut, Tom was kissing you. He pressed you against the closet door and cupped your face as he kissed you like his life depended on it. You’d kissed him a million times for the movies, but it was never like this. When you pulled away, Tom smiled like a child as he rested his forehead against yours.

“I don’t want to go back out there. I just want to stay in here with you.” He said with a happy sigh.

“I know. But we gotta get out of here before someone notices we’re both missing.”

“You’re right. But this isn’t over.” Tom playfully warned you before kissing you again.

“Okay. You first. I’ll leave in a few seconds.” You told him. Tom nodded before leaving the closet. You counted to ten in your head before leaving the closet as well. As soon as you left, you saw Tom talking to the director with a scared look on his face. You went up to the two of them and put your hand on Tom’s back.

“Hey, Tom. I feel like I haven’t seen you all night.” You lied. “What are you guys talking about?”

“He was just telling me the good news.” Tom said with a smile that you could tell was forced.

“Good news?” You asked the director.

“Yep. We’re officially got the green light for the next movie. You two are gonna be filming together again in just a few months!” The director told you, and you immediately understood why Tom was upset.

“That’s great!” You threw on your own fake smile until the director walked away. Once you were alone again, you grabbed Tom’s arm and yanked him back into the closet.

“So we’re gonna be co-stars again.” Tom said as he nervously looked at the ground.

“Yeah. We are.” You said as you tried to meet his eyes.

“What, um, what about your rule?” Tom asked hesitatingly as he looked you in the eyes. You could see the fear in his eyes and cupped his face in your hands.

“Hey. Fuck the rules.”

“Really?” He asked hopefully.

“Yeah. You can’t ignore love.”

“No. You can’t. Does that mean you love me?” Tom asked as a smile tugged at his lips.

“You’re alright.” You shrugged, making his smile grow.

“If that’s your way of saying yes, then I love you too, darling.” He told you. “I always have. No matter what the rules say.”

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Tour (T.H. Social Media Fic)

tom holland x singer!reader

summary: tom & co. hyping up singer!reader as she goes on tour with her band

notes: 

☆ reader here is a member of little mix, i used jade thirlwall as face claim

☆ i was inspired by and want to give credit to the little mix member!reader ‘Baby on the way’ series, I seriously recommend checking it out here <3

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y/ninstagram ☑️ : tour screens for the LM5 tour 👀 ...

leighannelasagne: Y/N OH MY GOD

y/nslovey: I’M COMING TO SEE YOU IN LONDON 😍

tomholland2013 ☑️ : 🤤🤤

lmstan13: y/n looking HOT as per usual 

spideyy/n: when does the tour start ??

↪️ y/ninstagram☑️: september!

↪️ spideyy/n: OH MY GOD SHE REPLIED THAT'S IT I'M GETTING TICKETS

tuwaine ☑️:  🔥 🔥 🔥

jadethirlwall☑️: so excited for this one 😩

tomsparker: don't you just love when women 🥰

mtv ☑️: LOOOVE

wasabimixer: i love you sm

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y/ninstagram☑️: and it begins !

y/nmixer: BRING BACK THE TOUR DIARIES OR ELSE

↪️ y/ninstagram☑️: 👀🤫

↪️hollandy/n: holy shit what does that mean ??

hatchiandharvey: QUEEN ❤️

harryholland64☑️: nice photo

tomholland2013☑️: my girl is gonna smash it 😌

glorydayz11: ❤️❤️❤️

nikkihollandphotography: good luck darling x

↪️y/nssalute: this is so sweet 🥺

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y/ninstagram☑️: London you were incredible! what a way to kick off the lm5 tour 🥺

jadesmagic: I WAS THERE ❤️❤️❤️

hollandmix: The show looks so good I wish I could go

tomholland2013☑️: ABSOLUTELY KILLED IT DARLING

powermv: Y/N you were so good !!

leighannepinnock☑️: 💗

perriexox: their best tour yet 😭

y/nmixer: y/n's high note in power?? iconic

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hazosterfield☑️: saw @littlemix's show tonight, it was incredible! by far the best show I've ever been to

y/ninstagram ☑️: thanks for coming guys x

↪️ hazosterfield: thanks for the free vip tickets 😏

perrieleelee: so cute 😭

jadeamelia22: Tom's face 🥺🥺🥺

petersy/n: I THOUGHT I SAW YOU OH MY GOD @y/nsheel I TOLD YOU I SAW THEM

↪️ y/nsheel: OH FUCK THEY WERE RIGHT NEXT TO US

etmixer2011: the way he looks at her like she created the sun or something 😭😭

harryholland64☑️: @tomholland2013 whipped.

↪️samholland1999: whipped.

↪️paddyholland2004: whipped.

↪️tuwaine☑️: whipped.

↪️y/ninstagram ☑️: yeah, whipped 😌

↪️tomholland2013: @y/ninstagram 😌😘

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tomholland2013☑️: so proud of my girl! @y/ninstagram, you are one of the strongest women i know and it fills me with joy to see you live out your dreams on stage. i am so lucky to be able to call you mine ❤️

📸: @harryholland64

tuwaine☑️: she looks so done with your shit mate

y/ninstagram☑️: 🥺i love you

↪️tomholland2013: i love you more

hollandinc: NOBODY TOUCH ME

zendaya ☑️: Queen 😍

y/n4life: this is so soft 😭

jadesmotivate: crying and throwing up 🥺

harryholland64 ☑️: photo creds ??🖕

↪️tomholland2013: added🖕

lifeisaloha☑️: if looks could kill...

nikkihollandphotography: Gorgeous! ❤️

perriesnoodles: where do i get a tom holland

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