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#tom holland x yn
jahayla-parker · 8 months
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Crazed : Tom Holland x Reader
Descr: 8k wc, A crazed fan breaks into Tom's house when his girlfriend is home and she has to defend herself until Tom's security gets there.
Warnings: curse words, violence, stalker/crazy fan behavior, hostage situation, threats, danger, mentions of a break-in, (minor) injuries, hospital (brief), knife/blade, keys used as weapon.
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Y/n rubbed her boyfriend Tom’s shoulders as he pinched the bridge of his nose. She knew he was stressing out over the recent safety concerns that had arisen for the couple. Y/n knew that Tom would handle it; even before the multiple promises he made to do so. But, she still wanted to wipe the frown off his face as he called his security team.
They had recently been made aware that there was an… overzealous fan of Tom’s that posed a risk to the couple’s safety. Tom’s brother and personal assistant Harry, had noticed someone was following them one afternoon. They contacted Tom’s security team immediately and had them look into it.
Allegedly, when the security personnel asked the fan to stop following the couple, things escalated. The fan had made numerous comments that concerned Tom’s security. The first was the fan’s statement on how they were Tom’s one true love; not y/n. The second was when the same fan commented that y/n needed to learn her place and stay away from Tom. Then of course came the standard stalkerish fan remarks such as claiming she knew where the couple had been at any given moment, that she had a shrine of Tom with photos that no one else had seen as she’d taken them herself, and that she was in love with Tom and knew he’d come around and choose her.
It wasn’t like Tom had no former experience with overzealous fans. But this was on a whole other level. The fact that this fan made his own security concerned for y/n, made Tom panic. Between his team's and his own suggestions, Tom had ensured that they always had at least two security guards with them.
Tom felt guilty for having to limit their privacy even more than normal when going on dates, or whenever they simply left the house. But, he refused to let something happen to y/n. Which was why he had to call his security team again today.
Earlier today Y/n had gotten a call from an unknown number. She always ignored calls from unknown numbers. As such, y/n had let the call go to voicemail. However, when she checked her voicemail, y/n felt the same panic Tom had been experiencing.
The fan who Tom had been worried about for several weeks by then had somehow found y/n’s personal phone number. Y/n knew it wasn’t super rare for celebrities and their friends and family to have their personal information leaked. But, the message that the fan left was very troubling.
The girl had threatened to harm y/n if she didn’t break up with Tom. She even went so far as to show she had the address of y/n’s work; as ‘proof to take her seriously’. The fan also had the address of y/n’s last residence. Y/n and Tom began living together months ago. But, technically y/n’s old apartment was still in her name as the lease wasn’t up for another month and a half.
When y/n told Tom about the voicemail, he immediately asked her to play it for him. His fury and fear skyrocketed as he heard the passion behind the fan’s voice. He couldn’t believe this was happening to begin with, much less to this extent. Tom was adamant something had to be done, starting with calling his security and demanding increased protection for y/n.
“We need to increase y/n’s security,” Tom ordered immediately upon his lead security officer answering his call. He felt y/n rest her head on his shoulder, rubbing his arm to try and calm him. Tom crooked his neck and placed a soft kiss to y/n’s head as he listened to his security guard’s response.
“No, you don’t understand,” Tom groaned, standing up from the couch. He began pacing their living room as he tried to keep himself in check. He couldn’t understand why his security wasn’t just listening to him. Y/n needed more security, immediately. “I’m going to send you something,” Tom said, pulling the phone from his ear just long enough to forward the threatening voicemail.
“Tommy,” y/n whispered as Tom put the phone back up to his ear as he waited on a response. She smiled warmly at him when he looked her way. Y/n wrapped her arms around his shoulders, “breathe please”.
Tom nodded in response to y/n’s request. He took a few deep breaths as he faintly heard the voicemail being played in the background. Tom hummed as he heard his security guard call for another officer to look into the voicemail. “See?” Tom asked in frustration, “she needs more security”.
Y/n watched as Tom nodded along to whatever his security was suggesting. She sighed in relief at seeing his lessening worry. She didn’t know what they were telling Tom, but it was helping. Y/n kissed Tom’s neck right under his earlobe as she waited for him to end the call and update her.
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“Tom, look, I know you’re worried, but-” y/n sighed. Tom wanted her to not go in to work today. To be fair, it was a suggestion from his security when he called them last night, but Tom jumped on board with the idea without hesitation.
Tom frowned. “You’re not going to stay home?” He asked, his voice sad and eyes worried. “Please?” Tom requested, squeezing y/n’s hand.
Y/n pursed her lips. “I have work, T,” she argued softly.
“I know,” Tom agreed. “And I’m sorry, I dragged you into this -".
Y/n shook her head, “no. This isn’t on you Tom. I’ve told you that”. She sighed, “but, that doesn’t mean I can just stay stuck at home all day every day until this...overzealous fan chills out”.
“Overzealous?!” Tom huffed. “Darling, she’s bloody crazy!” He exclaimed. “This isn’t some slightly obsessed fan, she’s insane and she wants to hurt you.”
Y/n bit her lip and nodded. He was right. The voicemail had truly scared her. And she knew Tom knew that. Even if he hadn’t already been protective before, he certainly would’ve become so upon seeing how much it freaked her out.
“Just for today?” Tom pleaded. “I’m already working on a more long-term solution,” he assured her.
Y/n sighed softly as she thought it over. She didn’t have a ton to do at work today, so perhaps it wouldn’t be the end of the world. “Okay, if it will make you happy, I’ll stay home today,” she accepted.
Tom grinned and pulled y/n in for a tight hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he gushed. “I know it’s not ideal, but I’ll try to come home for lunch, and-" Tom rambled.
Y/n giggled. She rubbed Tom’s chest as she leaned back. “Handsome, you don’t need to do that,” she smiled. “Just focus on your scenes and rest between them, we both know you haven’t been doing that much. Hmm?”.
Tom nodded, he’d been spending most of his time between takes and scenes getting on his security about finding out who this crazy fan was and doing whatever was needed to stop them. “Okay, but,” he replied, smiling, “I’m still going to call during my lunch and check-up”.
Y/n hummed lovingly, stroking Tom’s cheeks tenderly. “You have a deal, sweetheart.”
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“Okay, so, you’ll arm the security system after I leave?” Tom asked y/n.
Y/n nodded, “yes”.
“And, you have Jones’s number saved, right?” Tom wondered as he mentally made his way through his checklist. Jones was one of his security guards and Tom had requested that he be on call nearby in case something happened. Or if y/n simply felt scared that it could/would.
“Saved and set as a favorite for easy access,” y/n promised. She neared her boyfriend and set her hands on his shoulders. “Everything is in place honey.”
Tom took a shaky breath and nodded. He really didn’t want to leave her alone, but he had to go to set. He was nearly done with filming and then they’d be able to go wherever. Y/n had reminded him of that when he considered taking the day off. The sooner he was done, the sooner they could go back to Europe -for at least as long as it took until the fan was taken care of.
That didn’t mean he wasn’t anxious about y/n being home alone. But, at his security pointed out, the fan had given the address for y/n’s old apartment, her job, and has been seen on set before. This was the safest place for her. As far as they are aware, there was no reason to believe the fan has knowledge of this apartment nor that y/n and Tom even lived together.
“I’m just…” Tom sighed. He knew he was going overboard in his preparations. But he couldn’t help it, he needed to know y/n would be safe.
Y/n gave Tom a quick kiss. “Worried, sweet, adorable, I know,” she grinned. “But you’re also about to be late,” y/n giggled playfully. “So, go, get there safely, kick ass on your scenes, and we’ll talk at lunch?”
Tom smiled and nodded, holding y/n to his chest for another hug. “Alright love, I’ll call you soon. I love you.”
“I love you too,” y/n said. She pulled back from the hug and kissed Tom’s forehead. “Let me know when you get to set,” she added as Tom made his way to his car. Y/n waved goodbye before she closed the door.
Y/n quickly armed the security system. She sighed to herself before looking around as she tried to decide what to do on her unplanned day off. Y/n walked to the bedroom to change into pajamas and grab some large and comfortable blankets.
When y/n returned to the living room, she found Tom had texted her saying he’d made it to set. She smiled and sent a quick reply before settling herself on their couch. Y/n flicked the television on and scrolled through their digital movies until she landed on Uncharted. She smirked to herself and sent a photo of her movie choice to Tom before she pressed play and relaxed under her blankets.
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“You okay?” Harry asked, squinting at his brother. “You seem tense and you keep saying the wrong lines,” he pointed out. Harry was not just Tom’s brother but also his personal assistant and therefore it was his job to see to whatever was bothering him. “What’s going on?”
Tom sighed and ran a hand down his face, wincing as he realized he realized he’d just messed up the makeup the crew put on him. “It’s just…” he mumbled, looking around the set before pulling his brother to the side. “You know that crazy fan?” He asked. When Harry nodded, Tom continued. “Well, they get y/n’s number and left her a threatening message”.
Harry’s eyes widened. “Is she okay?” He asked.
“Yeah, I mean, she was when I left. And, Jones hasn’t reached out to say that’s changed… But, I just…. It’s hard to clear my mind and focus,” Tom admitted.
“I get that mate, but you can’t know what’s going on if you don’t ask,” Harry said. “So, instead of stressing for likely no reason, why don’t you text her between scenes and see what she’s up to?“ he suggested.
Tom smiled and hugged his brother. “That’s a great idea mate, thank you!” He held out his hand and waited for Harry to pass him his phone.
Harry chuckled and quickly took Tom’s phone from his pocket. “Here ya are,” he said with a playful eye roll.
“Oh,” Tom chuckled. He felt his cheeks flush as he looked at the last message from his girlfriend.
“Ewww, if that’s a sext, you need to get better at hiding your reaction,” Harry groaned.
Tom glared at Harry as he shook his head. “No!” He scolded. “Apparently she’s having a movie day…” Tom mumbled bashfully.
“Okay? And…?” Harry questioned.
Tom tilted his phone so Harry could see the text thread. His blush darkened as his brother laughed and shook his head at y/n's choice of movies for the day.
“You two are gross,” Harry teased. “Ready to try this scene again now?” He asked, trying to guide Tom back to set.
Tom smiled to himself. He quickly replied to y/n’s text and passed his phone back to Harry. “Yeah, I am now,” Tom nodded.
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Y/n yawned as she rose from the floor. She’d made a blanket fort earlier to watch movies in. But now, her legs were numb and tingly from the position she’d been in. Y/n tiredly made her way to the kitchen for some snacks. While she hadn’t done much today, she was exhausted. It seemed doing nothing let her body realize how tired she’d been lately.
Y/n groaned lightly upon seeing that Tom had left a nearly empty milk carton in the fridge. She had just gotten groceries, not knowing they needed milk since the n carton was still in the fridge. Y/n made a mental note to get more milk tomorrow, or tonight after Tom got home from set. She poured the last of it in her cereal bowl before going to throw the carton away.
Only, as she went to place the carton in the garbage, y/n noticed it was full. She quickly calculated what day it was and realized it was garbage day. Y/n decided to go put on some slippers so she could take the garbage out.
Y/n returned to the kitchen and tied the trash bag closed. She smiled to herself knowing Tom wouldn’t have to deal with taking the bag out tonight when he got home and instead could relax. It was the least she could do since she knew he was worrying about her more than usual today.
Y/n disarmed the security system so that her opening the back door wouldn’t trip the alarm. That was the last thing Tom needed while trying to focus on his job. She was careful though to shut the door behind her and lock it so no one could enter while she was walking to the alley to dispose of the bag. Y/n figured it was overkill, but she knew Tom would be happier knowing she’d done it.
Y/n was sure to be quick with throwing the bag in the can outside. She smiled when she noticed their neighbors’ cans hadn’t been picked up yet; she hadn’t missed pickup. Y/n cautiously looked around before walking back to her apartment.
Y/n felt some anxiety as she unlocked her back door, feeling like someone could sneak up behind her. As a result, she quickly rushed inside and locked it again. Y/n let out a sigh and decided to refocus on her movie day, designating it as a seemingly needed distraction. She grabbed her bowl of sugary cereal with little milk and headed back to her blanket fort in the living room.
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Y/n paused the movie, having thought she heard something in the kitchen. She peered into the kitchen doorway from her seat and didn’t see anything. Y/n wanted to go back to her movie, but her gut told her something wasn’t right.
Y/n elected it was safest to fully check on the sound she thought she heard. So, she grabbed her phone, pulling up the favorites section of her contacts as she anxiously made her way to the kitchen. She stopped halfway there, realizing she didn’t have anything to protect herself with. Unfortunately, her ideal choice of weapon would be found in the kitchen. Y/n settled for her keys, holding them in her other hand as she resumed her quest to find the source of the sound she’d heard.
A gasp escaped y/n’s mouth as she entered the kitchen. There was a pile of broken glass underneath the back door on the far side of the room. Y/n didn’t see anyone in the room but knew this wasn’t a good sign. She hadn’t been wrong about having heard a sound, nor about the need to check on it. And, considering the broken glass had come not too long after the voicemail incident, y/n was worried they were related.
Y/n didn’t want to take her eyes off the kitchen in case someone appeared, but she suspected she should call Jones. She blindly tried to pull up his number as she stared at the back door. Y/n cautiously walked towards the knife block, hoping to grab a better weapon than her keys. Except, before y/n could get to even the halfway point, someone’s hand reached in through the broken glass on the door and unlocked the handle.
Y/n looked around for an alternative weapon since she was too far from the knife block. But, she quickly ran out of time as the person had flung the door open and entered her apartment. Y/n’s eyes widened and she began to step back. She wanted to run but she didn’t want to aggravate the girl before her. Plus, the safest way to run would be to run outside, but the girl was blocking that door.
The intruder was wearing a homemade Tom Holland shirt, making it even more obvious she was the stalkerish fan. The girl’s hair and makeup was overly done up, as if she was going out on a date or to an event. She was glaring aggressively at y/n as she walked further into the kitchen.
Once y/n sensed she’d backed up enough to make it to the doorway to the living room, she turned and bolted from the kitchen. She scolded herself as she realized her blanket fort in the living room now provided a large obstacle, blocking her from easy access to the front door. Before y/n could decide if she could crash through the mess of blankets and furniture supporting them, she heard the fan’s loud footsteps running after her.
Y/n sharply turned the corner and started to the stairs. She looked down at her phone as she ran, clicking on Jones’ contact. Just as y/n’s finger went to press call, she felt a hand on her ankle. She screeched as she tugged her foot away and tried to stumble up the rest of the stairs.
Y/n kept running up the stairs as the fan angrily screamed her name. She once again tried to call Jones, only this time she tripped on one of Tom’s shoes that had been left on the staircase. In her attempt to not lose her balance and fall down the steps, y/n used her hand to push herself back up. Only, this caused her phone to slip from her hands and tumble down the stairs. Y/n fell to the ground as she turned to grab the device. Except, she wasn’t quick enough.
Y/n silently watched in terror as her lifeline bounced past the crazed fan on the stairs. She froze as she saw the glint of the knife the fan had in her hand. Y/n swallowed thickly and decided her best bet was to try and lock herself in the bathroom and scream; hoping the neighbors would hear and call the police. She quickly stood back up and turned around. “HELP!” Y/n shouted, hoping by chance a window was open.
“I just want to talk!” The fan replied, bouncing up the steps after y/n.
“GET AWAY FROM ME!” Y/n yelled back, finally mounting the stairs. She rushed towards the bathroom at the end of the hall. A painful scratch on the back of her right shoulder caused y/n to stop. Y/n knew instantly from the way there were four simultaneous scratches that the fan had used her acrylic nails to scrape at y/n.
Y/n hissed in pain and spun around to try and fight off the fan. She fortunately still had her keys in her fist. As such, she lunged forward and dug them against the fan’s face. Y/n used the fan’s shock to turn and run the rest of the way to the bathroom.
As y/n tried to shut the bathroom door, she was blocked by the fan’s foot. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” she shouted, trying to shove the girl’s foot out of the way. “I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!”
“JUST LET ME TALK!” The fan argued, pushing against the bathroom door.
“I DON’T WANT TO TALK!” Y/n groaned. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!” she asked, slamming the door repeatedly against the fan’s leg as the girl banged on the other side of the bathroom door.
“YOU STOLE MY ONE TRUE LOVE!” the fan screamed, the knife stabbing the door.
Y/n flinched backward as the knife sliced into the thin wooden door separating her from the crazy fan. During y/n’s brief reaction, the fan shoved the door open. Y/n fell backward onto the ground. She shouted again in desperation, praying someone heard her.
The fan stood over y/n with a furious expression. “YOU. STOLE. TOM. FROM. ME.” She seethed, leaning closer to y/n as she was flat on her back against the bathroom floor.
Y/n lifted her arms over her head to shield her face. “GO AWAY!” she shouted, kicking at the fan. Y/n gasped as the fan grabbed ahold of y/n’s hair. She used her keys to scratch the fan’s arm of the hand she was holding y/n with.
“STOP FIGHTING ME!” The fan complained, tugging on y/n’s hair. She used her other hand to try and pry the keys from y/n’s hand.
Y/n stared at the fan in bewilderment. “YOU’RE FUCKING CRAZY!” She cried, continuing her kicking and scratching. Y/n faintly heard her phone ringing from the other room. She silently pleaded with the universe for it to be Tom checking on her. If it was, she knew he’d send security over if she didn’t answer.
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The crazed fan continued to fight with y/n until y/n spat at her in an attempt to get the girl to back up enough for y/n to get off the floor. The fan glared and hissed at y/n. “THAT’S IT!” She shouted, grabbing the knife from where she’d set it on the bathroom counter; out of reach from y/n. She dropped to her knees and placed the blade against y/n’s throat.
Y/n gulped as terror shot though every fiber of her being. She could keep using her keys, especially now that the girl was close enough for y/n to jab them into her eyes. Only, the knife against her throat made y/n worry the fan wouldn’t hesitate to push the blade into her as a response to such an attempt.
“Drop it, or I’ll make you regret it,” The fan threatened. She smirked when y/n shakingly let go of the keys.
“Okay…” y/n mumbled, wincing as her neck grazed against the knife’s blade as she spoke. “Y-you wanted to t-talk?” She asked rhetorically. “W-we can talk,” y/n offered. Hopefully, she could keep the fan talking long enough for help to reach her.
“No!” The fan scoffed. “I don’t want to talk,” she snarked.
Y/n tried to lean back from the blade, the firm tile of the bathroom floor not allowing her much relief. “B-but, you said-,” y/n argued.
“That was before this!” The fan shouted. She raised her non dominant hand, letting go of y/n’s hair.
Y/n noticed the blood dripping from the fan’s arm. She looked back up at the fan with fearful eyes. “Then… wha-what do you want?” Y/n asked, trying to slide backwards on the tile so she could at least use the wash to sit herself up.
“STOP MOVING YOU STUPID BITCH!” The fan scolded. “I love that man, but I swear he’s an idiot, I don’t how you tricked him into thinking he loves you, but I’m going to help him see the truth.”
Y/n’s eyes widened as she froze. She didn’t know what else there was to do at this point. She’d tried to fight but was out armed. She tried to scream but no one heard. She tried to call security but her phone fell. The only thing left was to try and get the crazy fan to drop her guard slightly.
“I… I… I’m sorry… I…” y/n lied, trying to appear weak and like the fan had cracked her. “What can I d-d-do?” She pleaded with fake tears. “H-how can I h-help? Please, I’ll do anything,” y/n fibbed.
“You- you want to help me?” The fan questioned hesitantly.
Y/n nodded, wincing as the blade scratched her skin. “I.. I had my fun…” she mumbled, hating herself for even lying about it. “I… you’re clearly better for him..”.
“Really?” The fan smiled. “You admit I’m better for Tom?” She asked dreamily.
Bingo. Y/n nodded faintly again, not wanting to say it.
The fan seemed to pick up on y/n’s reasoning. “Say it,” The fan barked.
“W-what?” Y/n questioned.
“Say that I’m better for Tom, that he’d be happier with me,” The fan ordered.
Y/n swallowed, the knot on her throat hitting the blade of the knife still pressed against her. She felt nauseous and her eyes prickled with tears. Tom was the actor, not y/n. But, she didn’t have much of a choice.
“Y-you’re better for Tom,” y/n mumbled. She hoped her shaky voice and watery eyes came across as fake remorse and sorrow for the fan rather than the fear and guilt she felt. When the fan stared at y/n expectantly, y/n fought the desire to tremble as she stared back in terror. “H-he… To-Tom,” y/n corrected herself not wanting to further upset the girl by being vague, “Tom would be happier with you”.
The fan smirked with pride. She tilted her head mockingly at y/n. “I’m glad you finally see it,” The fan commented. “Now, we just need to work on what you’ll say when he gets here.”
“What? He’s-he’s not coming,” y/n stated fearfully. She hoped she was right. She wanted Tom to call security, but she didn’t want Tom to get himself caught up in this dangerous situation.
“Of course he’s coming. He thinks he loves you,” the fan sighed. “He’s wrong, of course.” The fan rolled her eyes. “But no worry, because once we show him that you don’t actually love him like he deserves, he’ll choose me, his true love,” she grinned.
Y/n tensed. “S-show him… That I-“ she mumbled.
“You’ll see. You’re going to tell him that you don’t love him,” The fan explained.
“Or…” y/n whispered, her voice cracking. She knew she’d likely lost her ruse, but she couldn’t help it. She didn’t want to be forced to lie to Tom; especially about this.
“Or, I’ll remove you from the picture myself,” the fan warned. “Then he’ll finally be all mine,” She smiled.
Y/n willed herself not to cry, she had to figure out a way out of this. There was no doubt even if y/n didn’t make of it, the girl would kill Tom too once she saw Tom wasn’t going to fall in love with her the way she thought. Y/n refused to let that happen. She needed to get her and Tom out of this.
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Tom ran his hand down his face as he tried dialing y/n’s number again. He’d tried twice already with no response. Granted, they were back to back, so if she was busy with something, there’d been little time to finish and answer the phone. But surely, by him calling a third time, y/n would get the seriousness behind his calls and drop whatever she’d been doing.
Tom felt his whole body go numb as his third call went to voicemail. He closed his eyes as his fear reached an all time high. He looked around to tell someone he had to leave but didn’t see Harry in the hall. Tom didn’t want to waste anymore time so he decided to just leave.
Tom ran to the set door and grabbed his jacket, yanking his keys out before dashing out the door. He threw open his car door and jumped in. He quickly dialed Jones’s phone as he sped out of the parking lot. Tom sighed when Jones didn’t answer, maybe he was already with y/n then.
Tom was only seconds from their street when Jones called him back. “Is y/n okay?! Is she with you?!” He asked after hitting accept. Tom felt a chill rush through him when Jones stated he had no idea what Tom was talking about.
Tom quickly took the corner, speeding even more as he drove closer to his apartment. “Just meet me at my house, NOW!” He shouted as he pulled into the driveway. Tom vaguely noticed Jones commenting that he and another officer were on their way.
When he threw open the front door and didn’t hear an alarm go off, Tom felt his tears rising even more. He clumsily rushed past the blanket fort y/n had made in the living room. “Y/N?! LOVE?!” Tom yelled, moving further into the apartment.
Tom glanced in the kitchen to see if the back door showed any signs of damage. Since the front door was still locked and closed, he hoped he was overreacting. Maybe y/n was just taking a nap.
Tom’s tears fell down his cheeks as he found the broken glass and open back door. “No, no, no, no, no,” he mumbled. He rushed back to the living room. “Please,” Tom whimpered.
Tom went to go up the stairs, stopping when something cracked under his foot. He slowly raised his leg and looked down. He winced as he noticed it was y/n’s phone. Tom lifted it up and saw she’d pulled up Jones’s contact. He felt his heart drop as he faintly heard a struggle upstairs.
Tom threw y/n’s phone down and bolted up the staircase. “Y/N!!” He screamed, taking the stairs three at a time. “PLEASE ANSWER ME!” He pleaded breathily as he reached the top. Tom froze as his head snapped towards the bathroom.
“GET AWAY FROM HER!” Tom belted, sprinting to the end of the hall. “HEY!” He yelled, going to pull on the girl standing over his girlfriend. Tom’s breath hitched as he saw the blade pressed against y/n’s throat.
Tom froze as he stared in fear. He could see the terror and distraught in y/n’s eyes as she was pinned to the ground at knifepoint. Tom breath was shaky as his hands were fisted at his side. He tried to shoot his girlfriend a remorseful look, uncertain if she could see it from her angle. And then, he turned his eyes towards the girl holding her hostage as his eyes lit with fury.
“Back. Away. From. Her. Now.” Tom seethed, his jaw tight as he stared down the crazy fan.
“Tom! Oh my gosh,” The fan gushed. “Hi! Sorry for the mess, Uhh,” she giggled, “not to worry, I’m sure y/n will help clean it up after”.
Tom squinted harshly at the girl. “After? After what?” He asked dreadfully. He tried to look around the girl to see how y/n was doing. His eyes widened upon seeing drops of blood on the white tile flooring. Tom glanced back at the fan, “please. Whatever you want, it’s yours. Take it!” He pleaded.
“Is it money?” Tom questioned, “you can have it. Call my brother and he’ll help get it all out from the bank for you”.
Y/n tried to speak, but her voice was muffled as the fan pressed the flat edge against her more forcefully in warning. She squirmed and debated whether she should try and fight the fan off again now that Tom was here.
“Y/n,” Tom whimpered. “Don’t, please,” he begged, “I’ve got this”. Tom looked back towards the fan with his hands held up. “Just call him, his name is in my phone-".
“Harry, duh. I know your brother’s name, silly,” the fan laughed. “I know all their names! What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t?!” She shook her head in disbelief.
Tom tried to resist looking confused as he slowly nodded. “Okay…” he mumbled, “so… then uhh,.. Yeah, call him and he’ll get you however much you want. It’s all yours. Just, let y/n go, please”.
“I don’t want your money,” the fan tsked.
“You.. you don’t?” Tom sighed in frustration. “Then wh-what do you want?” He asked hopelessly. “Merch? Harry can get that too. Ummm autographs? Tell me what to sign. Umm, do you want-“ Tom rambled, trying to find a solution.
The crazed fan pouted. “I don’t want anything from you babe,” she answered. “Relax, you don’t have to do anything Tommy bear.”
Tom’s breath wavered as he tried to keep his composure. “Then… then wh-why is my girlfriend on the-?” He stopped himself as the fan glared and turned to y/n, gripping the knife tighter. Tom realized his mistake; this fan claimed in her message that she thought she was his one true love.
“Ex,” the fan hissed, turning back to Tom. “Your ex-girlfriend,” she corrected.
Tom swallowed tensely. Even though the statement was false, it didn’t sit well with him. Even more concerning though was that he had no idea where the fan was going with all of this if she already decided y/n was his ex.
“Don’t worry sweetie,” The girl sighed with what sounded like sympathy. “You’re about to hear why that’s a good thing,” she said. “And I’ll be here to help you through it after.”
Tom opened his mouth to ask what exactly the girl meant when suddenly she was ordering y/n to sit up. He flinched forward instinctively when y/n struggled to get into a seated position. Tom only stopped himself when the fan pressed the knife closer to y/n’s skin, grazing it slightly. Ironically, he wanted to move towards y/n even more after that in order to get the knife away from her, but he knew any movement on his behalf could make things drastically worse in seconds; before he would have time to stop it.
Y/n rested her head against the wall of the bathroom. Her cheek brushed against the toilet paper holder installed beside her on the wall. She couldn’t get herself to look at Tom knowing what the fan was about to make her do. The fan had warned/instructed y/n on it prior to Tom’s arrival.
“Okay, speak,” The fan ordered. She moved infinitesimal to the side so Tom could see y/n clearly.
Y/n closed her eyes and shook her head. She no longer cared about the pain that came with such movement. Y/n felt her tears stream down her face as she tried not to shake. Her stomach was in knots and all she wanted to do was throw up.
“NOW!” The fan shouted, her anger rising at y/n’s lack of cooperation.
Tom flinched at the sudden outburst. He kept his eyes focused on his terrified girlfriend. He watched as her eyes opened and he nodded for her to comply with whatever the fan was saying to do. “Y-y/n, it’s okay, just say it,” Tom pleaded softly.
“See, Tom wants the truth,” the girl remarked. “Now,” she glared at y/n, “tell him”.
Y/n whimpered as she held eye contact with her boyfriend. She saw him silently begging her with his eyes to just do it. Y/n sniffled as she closed her eyes. “I… I… I can’t,” she resisted.
“Do it or I swear!” The girl screeched.
Tom saw the wild look in the girl’s eyes and his fear increased. “Y/n,” he whispered. “I.. I want to hear the truth,” Tom mumbled, playing along with whatever the fan was going for.
Y/n squeezed her eyes tighter and shook. She didn’t want to do this. “I… I don’t….” Y/n mumbled, stopping when the fan yelled for her to use full sentences. “I used you,” She lied.
The words tasted vile as y/n spoke her instructed words aloud. “I.. I don’t love you.” She cried, her resulting movement causing the edge of the blade to seep into her skin. “I-I-I never did. I never l-loved you,” y/n repeated as she’d been told to. She felt her body go limp in defeat after uttering the false but nonetheless hurtful words to Tom.
Tom knew what y/n was saying wasn’t true. But, he could see how badly it hurt her to just repeat them. Nonetheless, he knew he had to play along to get the crazy fan to let y/n go. Fortunately, Tom was already crying.
“O-oh,” Tom whispered with pretend shock. “I… I thought…” he sighed, stepping back in hopes the fan would follow him.
“It’s okay,” the fan soothed. “It’s okay Tommy bear, I’m here for you.” “You don’t need her, I can show you what real love is,” she promised.
Tom noticed the fan had moved closer to him, further from y/n. She was still between the two of them with the knife, but it was no longer at y/n’s throat. Tom wiped his eyes dramatically with a frown. “But… I just…. I can’t believe…” he murmured, taking another few steps down the hall.
The fan sighed. “I know, it’s cruel,” she agreed, “but, aren’t you glad to find out before it was too late?”
Tom shrugged as he yet again moved back some, the fan unconsciously following him. He tried to shoot y/n a sign to be ready to run when the girl eventually exited the bathroom, but y/n wasn’t looking at him. He sighed and quickly improvised. “It’s just…y/n,” Tom whimpered, the fan pouting as he seemingly cried over y/n’s ‘declaration’.
Y/n looked up at hearing Tom say her name. She noticed the way he immediately made eye contact with her and then shifted his gaze to the floor. Y/n looked around and realized the crazy chick and Tom had stepped further into the hall. She was no longer at knifepoint.
Y/n quietly slid her hand toward the keys she’d abandoned earlier. She mentally thanked the girl for being stupid enough to not kick them away. Once she had the keys in reach, y/n took a deep breath as she thought of a game plan. She had to be careful, she didn’t want Tom getting stuck in the crossfire or for the fan to flip out on him in retaliation.
Y/n glanced back up at Tom as she heard him still mumbling about his shock over her statement. In doing so, she noticed a shadow in the staircase. Something she assumed the fan hadn’t seen due to staring crazily at Tom. Y/n took one last deep breath before she silently moved for the keys.
Y/n held the keys in her hands and tried to give Tom a warning glance. She then got onto her knees and leaned forward until she dug the keys into the girl’s leg. Y/n nearly vomited at the force she had to use to puncture the girl’s leg more than just a scratch. But, it was enough for her to get the girl to spin away from Tom.
As the fan turned on y/n, Tom rushed forward to try and grab the knife.
Y/n threw herself back to the ground as she prepared for the knife to contact her.
Before Tom could reach the crazy girl, he heard a buzzing sound and the girl fell to her knees, the knife hitting the ground beside y/n. He snapped his head behind him and saw his security guards standing there, one of whom had tased the fan.
Tom tried to run to y/n but one of the guards stopped him. The one with the taser sidestepped him, likely going to grab the crazy girl. But Tom pushed past both of them and ran to the bathroom. He jumped over the spasming fan in the doorway and fell to his knees beside y/n.
Tom sighed as he saw Y/n was still hunched over, waiting for the impact. “I-It’s just m-me, love,” he whispered tenderly before cautiously placing a hand on her back. When she flinched, he pulled his hand back. But, as y/n turned to look up at him with tears in her eyes, he pulled her to his chest.
“Shhhhh I’ve got you,” Tom cooed, rocking y/n lightly. “You’re safe.” “I’m so sorry”. He repeated these words and similar sentiments as they both cried and held onto each other. Tom faintly heard his security taking the girl away, but he didn’t look away from y/n.
“T-t-To-T-To-“ y/n mumbled, tears still flowing down her face.
“Shhh, you don’t have to talk,” Tom assured her, delicately wiping her cheeks. “I’m here, it’s okay now.”
Y/n shook her head as another sob left her body. “I-I… I didn’t mean it!” She cried. “I swear, T-Tom. I didn’t mean any of what s-she-“.
Tom frowned and pulled y/n back to his chest. He rested his lips on the top of her head as he sighed. “I know darling, I know,” he told her. “I know she made you say it,” Tom acknowledged.
Y/n fisted Tom’s shirt as she cried into his chest. “I … I didn’t… I didn’t want to say it…” she cried. “I didn’t mean it. I swear. I didn’t mean it.” Y/n repeated.
Tom listened respectfully as y/n kept repeating herself. He pressed loving kisses to her scalp as he waited for her to calm down. After a few minutes, Tom began replying with a quiet, “I know” each time y/n promised she hadn’t meant what she said.
Tom didn’t know how long this continued. To him it felt like an eternity having to hear y/n’s choked sobs and needless apologies. But, he noticed she suddenly went quiet. Tom cautiously cupped y/n’s face and tilted it so he could see her eyes.
“I love you,” y/n promised. She gazed up into Tom’s eyes and sniffled. “I love you.”
Tom smiled softly at y/n before giving her a quick kiss. “I love you too,” he whispered.
Y/n took Tom’s face in her hands and needily pulled him in for a longer kiss. She closed her eyes as she sunk her fingers into his hair and held him close. Y/n felt a few more tears leave her eyes as she savored the taste of Tom’s lips.
“Are you hurt?” Tom asked when they pulled back, resting his forehead on y/n’s.
“I.. I don’t think so,” y/n mumbled.
“I...-there was… is…blood on the floor,” Tom argued worryingly.
Y/n pulled back and looked over at the spots Tom was referencing. “Oh, I.. I think that’s hers,” she admitted. “I kinda tore up her arm before you got here,” y/n said, eyeing her keys.
Tom hummed and smiled faintly. “I’m so p-proud of you,” he told y/n. He saw y/n’s disagreement and shook his head. “You kept yourself alive until help could come,” Tom argued. “I s-saw you tried to call Jones, you ran, you fought back, you did what you needed to do to survive.”
Y/n sniffled. “I didn’t want to say that… I shouldn’t have-“.
Tom sighed. “I know you didn’t, and I’m sorry you had to. But that’s just it, you had to,” He pointed out. “I know you didn’t mean it. I’m not hurt or mad. I’m thankful you did what you needed to do. I’m thankful you were so strong,” Tom whimpered lightly.
Y/n flattened her lips and nodded. “I’m just glad you’re here. Thank you for c-coming for me.”
“Always. Now, are you sure-” Tom began, stopping suddenly. He abruptly stood up and carefully pulled y/n up with him. “Your neck,” he muttered, gently tilting her chin up for a better view.
“Shit,” Tom hissed, upset he’d momentarily forgotten about seeing the knife slice y/n’s neck. He eyed the thin line with a deep frown. “We need to get you to the hospital.”
Y/n huffed. “Tom, please, I just… I just wanna lay down and sleep,” she cried.
Tom sucked in his lips and nodded in understanding. “Okay. You will,” he promised. “Just after you get that cut looked at,” Tom declared. “Don’t worry, I’m going with you,” he said upon seeing the fear return to y/n’s eyes.
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“You didn’t tell me she clawed your back,” Tom sighed, squeezing y/n’s hand as the doctor gave y/n a tetanus booster shot.
“I forgot,” y/n laughed humorously. She sighed, “doesn’t really hurt too much though”.
Tom nodded. “And your throat?” He questioned, eyeing the bandage covering her neck.
“That one hurts like a bitch,” y/n admitted with a quiet laugh. “But, I’ll be fine,” She promised. “But…Tom…. I….” y/n trailed off.
“You what, love?” Tom inquired.
“I don’t really… umm..” y/n sighed and cleared her throat. She immediately winced at the pain that shot through her as a result. Y/n huffed and looked back at Tom, who was watching her with a sorrowful look. “I don’t want to go home… I… I know she’s gone… but…”
Tom nodded rapidly, squeezing y/n’s hand again. “We’re not going back there,” He promised. “W-when the police are umm,… done with their stuff… I’ll have Harry hire some people to help move our stuff out,” Tom stated.
Y/n smiled appreciatively at how Tom had already considered her not wanting to go back there after tonight. “But… Where are we going to stay? You are staying with me still, right?” She asked nervously.
“Of course!” Tom promised. “For now, I can take time off and we can go back to London. Or, we’ll get a hotel or new apartment until the show wraps. Whatever you want darling,” he comforted.
“You need to finish-“ y/n began. She noticed Tom was about to argue with her so she smiled and shook her head. “I want you to finish. But I won’t argue to you taking a few days off right now,” she admitted bashfully.
Tom sighed with relief, not wanting to go back to work just yet. More so, not wanting to be away from y/n again just yet. “Okay, so new place it is, we’ll get a hotel for tonight,” he decided. “Then, figure it out from there,” Tom said softly.
Y/n nodded and smiled lightly at Tom. “Can we go now?” She asked.
Tom chuckled quietly. “Once you’re cleared, darling,” he said, looking at the doctor.
“You’re all patched up, let me just get the discharge paperwork for you to sign and the at-home instructions to take care of your wounds,” the doctor offered with a sympathetic smile. “Then you’re free to go,” he told the couple as he left the room.
Y/n sighed and squeezed Tom’s hand. She was beyond ready to get out of the hospital. To be somewhere comfortable and safe. With Tom.
“In addition to the guards outside,” Tom said, nodding his head towards the door to y/n’s emergency room where a few of his security were. “I tasked Harry with booking the safest hotel he can find. I’m also going to have guards on each entrance to the hotel, and one outside watching our room if we have a patio, and a couple in the hallway by our door, they’ve been told they’ll be working around the clock, and-“ he rambled.
“Tom, I appreciate all of that,” y/n confessed. “But… She’s been arrested. I don’t think we need that many…” she argued.
Tom nodded. “You’re probably right. But… I know you keep saying it’s not my fault….” He sighed. “But, I can’t help it… please just let me do this for you, until things settle down?”
Y/n smiled warmly and nodded. “Okay, thank you.”
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“Tom, you can sleep now, we’re safe,” y/n promised, snuggling into his side as he held her.
“I know,” Tom whispered. “I just want to stay awake and just hold you for a bit,” he confessed. “But, please, rest darling, you’ve had a terribly long day,” Tom pleaded, kissing y/n’s forehead.
Y/n hummed quietly as she breathed in Tom’s cologne. “I love you,” she whispered, melting into his embrace.
“I love you too,” Tom replied, smiling down at y/n. “Thank you for being such a fighter today,” he added, tenderly running his thumb over the space between her brows to soothe her. Tom grinned to himself as he watched y/n quickly drift off to sleep. He didn’t know what he would’ve done if things had gone differently today, but he was glad he didn’t have to find out.
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thewriterg · 1 year
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♡︎our sweet venice♡︎
Pairing(s): Tom Holland x Fem!reader, Tom Holland x Actress!reader, Aussie!reader, costars to lovers
Summary: You and Your costar Tom Holland are on Press tour and on one of your first interviews Everyone can’t help but watch two kids fall in love —flufftober day; 14—
Word count: 1.9k
Warning(s): Fluff, mutual pinning, cute puppies, hot accents, I’m not proofreading until I wake up —it’s litteraly 1:40am–, and Language
A/n: —GIF’s aren’t mine— Fact about me I lived in Australia for like two/three years or so
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“G’day my names Tom Holland and I play Nate Drake in Uncharted” You stated seriously staring at the camera looking over to Tom before you could break your ‘cover’ with a smile while Tom played along
“My name is Y/n Y/l/n and I play Nairobi Copeland in Uncharted, and Today we’re gonna play with some puppies —the first ones to be back— and attempt to answer your guy’s questions” Tom finally broke out Into a smile turning his head to face you while your mirrored his actions before slapping your hands down on your thighs
"Alright gettin' pretty inpatient lad where are these puppies!" You exclaimed while Tom nodded his head in agreement while throwing small glances in your direction that went unnoticed by you
"Alright gettin' pretty inpatient lad where are these puppies!" You exclaimed while Tom nodded his head in agreement while throwing small glances in your direction that went unnoticed by you
“Yes, please bring us puppies” Tom requested fondly and if you listened close enough you could hear the little animals scratching at the door
“Are we gonna get them all at on-” Your sentence was cut off by a small gasp as one of the assistant’s carried two puppies in her arm passing one to you and following along with Tom
“Oh hello little fellow” Tom cooed in greeting a high pitched baby voice never faltering as he talked to the young dog softly pinching its cheeks his eyebrows furrowed with a smile permanently plastered on his face
You both cradled the small puppies into your chest before a couple more of the small creatures had approached you two wagging their tails panting softly and wobbling on their four legs
“They’re so tiny aye?” You pouted your bottom lip poking out as one of the puppies yawned against your chest while Tom began sniffing their fur beside you
“Oh they smell so good” You’d chuckled before picking up one of the pups that had ran passed you into your embrace lifting it in the air placing a few kisses on its cheeks before sniffing behind it’s ears before you began to nod along with Tom’s statement
“What was it like filming uncharted”
“It was amazing, it was incredible, it’s a film about expirations so it made sense to us that we needed to be on practical locations you know In Barcelona etc.” Tom had answered by himself while you were distracted by the two puppies who slept in between you leg while you held one in the air under its arms rubbing your noses together
“Y’know i wonder what they think is goin’ on look at that one, you wanna go play go ahead baby. What was your question?” Your attention finally shifted to the interview who had just smiled at you along with Tom who shook his head at your antics
“What was your favorite stunt to film for Uncharted and did you have a stunt devil?”
“My favorite stunt for Uncharted- Oh hello honey go on, was probably when Tom and I had swung from the lights at the Augustine auction house and neither of us had stunt devils in this movie” You’d answered softly playing tug of war with the puppy with the lightest fur out of the bunch with a baby blue and white collar it didn’t take a genius to observe that you and Tom favored it
“What were we talking about!? Favorite stunts there’s a stunt where in the movie- Oh hello, this is a big one he’s gonna be a big dog. I like the stunt where I fall out the back of the plane from getting hit by a car that was a lot of fun” The brunette stated as a matter of factly tickling a pups side in his arms gently
“They are loving your shoes mate” You chuckled pointing while You and Tom stared at the two puppies attempting to teethe at each unnecessarily expensive shoe that rested on Toms feet
“These aren’t my shoes I’m borrowing them so you can do whatever you want to them, come on get in there” You’d giggled at Toms encouraging the little four legged animals to do something the were indeed not supposed to be doing while the brunette looked over at you with a soft smile of his own
“Tom what was your favorite scene to film with Y/n Y/l/n and Y/n what was your favorite scene to film with Tom Holland”
“I have two favorite scenes filmed with Y/n One is when I set out the fake coordinates, and everything expecting her to take it and when Nate wakes up she’s still there, she didn’t betray him and that leads to a very hot make-out session” Tom finished his rant Wiggling his eyebrows while you chuckled nudging his his shoulder with a smile this time no puppies catching his attention as he spoke oh so fondly about you
“My next scene is when Probably when She gives me a run for my damn money In the one fight scene we had. Nate was trying to convince Nairobi to come back into the Plan after Sully had revealed everything about Sam and Sierra, our dead siblings and we had a small ‘little’ fight chairs were thrown, blood was spilled, wine glasses were smashed no biggy” Tom sarcastically finished finally going back to rubbing the puppies who nudged into his side
“My favorite scene with Tom Holland I think is personally underrated, it’s when Nairobi and Nate are stuck under the fountain and the water is filling up and everything and finally when Sully turns the key Nate swims to the top and he realizes like ‘oh shit Nairobi’ he swims back down brings her up to the surface he does cpr in a panic it was just a very fond moment I personally think” You finished a small of smile never leaving your face while you spoke with your hands despite three puppies being tucked into your arms
“These dogs are rippin’ those shoes Mate” You shook your head in moc disbelief watching the little dogs attempt to nibble and gnaw on the shoes that were to strong for their teeth
“I can’t wait to send these shoes back to Christian and be like ‘I’m so sorry’ ”
“It’s quite cute their little teeth can’t get in there, your stylist is gonna be hacked off though”
“Y/n what is something Tom says a lot and Tom what is something Y/n says a lot?”
“I’ve been waiting for a question like this man!” Tom sat up from laying on his stomach while you laughed wholeheartedly
“So sometimes Y/n randomly layers Her accent to the point where you can barely understand what she’s saying” The brunette pointed a finger at you accusingly while you threw your hands up in surrender careful not to wake the two puppies who rested in your lap
“So number one is Mate I think that’s a given i say that a good amount of times myself, Two is snag and I found that so hard to understand the way she through like four different phrases together please show them I’m staring to sound like a crazy person” Tom pouted his arm stretched to the camera to back up his point
“So we were filming and we had about and hour and a half Lunch and Tom was talking to one of our directors and I wanted to mess with him a bit so I walked towards him and I started spazzin’ like ‘Ay Tommy would you like a snag on the Barbie mate?’ And ‘I got absolutely pissed at the outback dude’ And the look on his face was so hilarious” The interviewers behind the camera were beyond amused at the story while Tom nodded his head along
“So continuing Lad and Lass is pretty embedded into her vocabulary, along with init, and for some strange reason people will always ask her to do ‘the thing’ and like she immediately knows and just burst like Cleo naur” Tom stretched while you laughed clutching you stomach at the confusion imbedded on his face
“Just let me catch a breather mate” You held up and finger attempting to calm yourself from bursting fits of laughter
“No matter what the situation is bloody hell will always make its way Into one of Tom’s sentences, Darling every second of the day of course but it’s adorable you could never be mad at it, Tea is pretty stuck into his word vomit, and his odd word is definitely knackered. So it was something going on with our hotel rooms the first like three days of the tour so we just settled with one room double beds, had a sleepover all is well aye? It’s like two in the mornin’ random all I hear is ‘I’m fucking knackered mate!’”
It was Toms turn to laugh while you shook your head reliving the moment one of the moments he missed most actually before scooting closer towards you masking the closure of space with his attention focussed on the puppies that rested in your lap
“What is something you have tried from each other and what we’re your thoughts on it?”
“So I’ve actually have tried a good amount of things coming from Tom like crumpets, chicken tikka masala, and a Fry up I was honestly thought Tommy had gone mad man beans and toast had probably been the oddest thing of my life but I believe I ate everything except maybe the mushrooms”
“Y/n has made me try more snacks than food a bad habit of her but I have to admit darling Vegemite —it’s like this dark spread you eat with toast— was a absolutely awful I do however like everything else she’s given me to try like meat pies, fairy bread, I really enjoyed TimTams, Milo it’s like This chocolate milk and it’s very delightful”
“Alright guys Uncharted is out, please go to the cinema and enjoy it I hope you have a wonderful ride and enjoy the escapism” Tom exclaimed while the puppies ran around and continued to play with one another continuously running in and out of the camera frame
“All of these beautiful puppies that you’ve seen here are adoptable, they are from north shore animal league so find these guys a wonderful home they deserve it” You smiled towards the camera your head leaned up against Toms shoulder while a puppy with a baby blue collar never left your arms using your cardigan as a blanket
“Y/n we can’t lie to the people” Tom over dramatically gasped while you smiled fondly at your slip up you’d made and the man on the side of you antics
“Would you like to tell them?”
“Not thank you darling be my guest”
“So guys, not all of these pups you see here are adoptable. If you watched the video closely you would’ve been able to see that all the pups have collars but none of them tags. Except one” The camera zoomed into the sleeping puppy in your arms the light reflecting of the gold tag
“This.. is our daughter. She is the youngest out of the bunch standing at three and a half weeks old, and her name is Venice ” You finished looking up to Tom to go more in depth about how you both chose her which he did so gladly
You’d finally finished the interview giving your last goodbye to the small puppies left for another home while You and Tom walked out of the building with him cooing over your shoulder at the sleeping baby in your arms You both couldn’t seem to wait to raise your four legged child together climbing up another wall of each other’s perspective
“Our sweet Venice” You sighed loving while Tom smiled at You raising the umbrella in his hand while all three of you walked down the street
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waitimcomingtoo · 2 years
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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
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“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.”
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Just Friends? [t.h.]
Pairing: Jealous!Tom Holland x Reader
Request: @anon - Hi I love your writing! Could i request with Prompt 11 "We're more than friends and you know it" with Tom Holland x reader, maybe where she is unsure about what she and Tom are, so she start flirting with another boy to get Tom off her mind
Prompt: “We’re more than just friends and you know it.”
Summary: You and Tom have been close friends for years and nothing more. But, one day he sees you flirting with someone else and jealously starts to bubble over
Warnings: Angst, Tom being a bit oblivious, fluff
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A/n: My requests are closed but I’m still finishing up a few in my ask lmao and I had some inspiration and time today so here we are!! I hope y’all like it!! Lemme know what y’all think!!
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“Well, don’t you two look adorable.” Harrison mocks you and Tom as he takes a seat in one of the open lawn chairs.
You and Tom are sitting side by side in your own chairs while your legs are draped over his. There’s a small campfire burning in front of you while the cool summer air brushes across your skin. Tom’s hands are rested on your shins, his right thumb rubbing up and done slowly, subconsciously.
“What?” Tom chuckles, looking to you before looking across the fire to Harrison.
“Just look adorable, is all.” There’s a smirk dancing across Harrison’s face that makes you glare at him.
He’s taunting the both of you and you know it. Somewhere, deep down inside you, you’ve always had this thing for Tom. Always and it has always been more than obvious. Between the stolen glances, platonic cuddling, the bushing of your hand against his when you hand something to him. The banter that’s absolutely you flirting with him but playing it off as just the banter between friends when it’s brought up. Harrison knows you like him, and this is a taunt.
“We’re just friends.” Tom rolls his eyes before reaching to the ground beside him and picking up an unopened package of marshmallows. “Want one?” He offers and you nod.
He always says you’re just friends and maybe there’s a part of you that’s just a little tired of it because he does all the same things you do. He even makes the move first. He’s always the one that asks if you wanna cuddle with him for movie nights. He’s the one that starts the banter. He’s the one who pulled your legs on top of his tonight. It’s almost always him that initiates it and he talks about how no other person has been good for you so far. If he doesn’t like you more than a friend -- which is fine -- maybe he should step back. But you say nothing.
You like the way his fingers feel against your legs and you like how his body keeps you warm even on the hottest of summer nights. There’s something about the way he looks at you that just makes you never want to say anything because what if he stops looking at you with those big brown eyes that make all other shades of brown boring? You like that you’re the person he calls when something good happens and when he just needs someone to talk to. He’s your best friend and you’re his. But that doesn’t make it easy sometimes.
“Yeah,” You clear your throat. “We’re friends.” Your eyes are locked with Harrison as if to be silently warning him to shut the hell up.
Tom flashes you an oblivious smile with your words while he leans over your legs, marshmallow on a metal poker stick, and starts roasting the marshmallow for you. It hurts a little but what more can you expect? You’ve never actually told him, or really anyone, how you feel about him. And you are just friends. You can’t very well expect him to deny being friends and expect something more. But that doesn’t erase any bit of the pain in your chest.
The rest of the night goes by with the normal activities of jokes with everyone, telling stories of past memories, and your stolen glances with Tom. It’s a normal night, just like any other. Everyone slowly makes their way inside, one by one as they get tired. You and Tom always go together and end up on the couch together. When you wake up, it’s always Tom making breakfast and it’s always your favorite. He always remembers your favorite things. It’s a gesture you’ve always loved and maybe it’s one of the countless reasons your heart beats for the boy with curly hair and pretty eyes. But there’s something pulling in the pit of your stomach this time. Because maybe you’re growing a bit tired of it.
Are you supposed to yearn for some boy, your best friend, with no hope of something more coming from it for the rest of your life? That would just be lonely. You want, at some point, to settle down with someone you’re in love with and maybe waiting for Tom isn’t going to cut it. It’s not really that you’ve done it on purpose. There have been others but nothing ever felt quite right with them. Didn’t feel like it always does with Tom. And maybe that’s because you’re so hung up on him that you have to let him go.
It’s the next day and the group of you decided to go out for the night to one of your favorite bars, something the group of you do every so often. The night is going on as normal which includes plenty of flirting between you and Tom but nothing ever coming from it. There are a few comments here and there from Harrison and Harry but you ignore them. Instead, you spot a cute boy standing at the bar who’s been eyeing you all night and decide to say ‘fuck it’. You’re not going to wait for Tom forever to figure it out and you excuse yourself to go have a chat with him.
“Where’re ya goin’, darlin’?” Tom asks, eyes wide and doe-eyed, filled of innocence.
“To the bar.” Your answer is short but you keep a sweet smile. You’re definitely trying to making him jealous but you don’t want to make it seem like that.
“I’ll go with you--”
“No, no.” You shake your head. “You stay.” You give him a cheeky smile before turning on your heels and making your way to the bar.
Tom’s brows are furrowed as he watches you strut right over the guy that’s had his eye on you all night and Tom’s stomach just twists into knots. He thought it was a bit weird you didn’t want him to go with you or that you didn’t ask him to get you a drink and now he gets it. You wanted to talk to another guy. And he’s watching you give him the same giddy smile you always give him and the shade of green that screams envy curls around his bones.
“You okay, mate?” There’s a chuckle from the back of Harrison’s throat as he takes a drink from his glass, knowing exactly what’s going on.
“Yeah, yeah.” Tom snaps his neck in front of him, trying to conceal his own jealously. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Seem a bit…what’s the word, Haz?” Harry laughs, nudging Harrison with his shoulder. “Jealous?”
“I’m not jealous!” Tom’s nose scrunches but he’s such a bad liar. 
“Yeah, alright.” Harrison’s eyes roll with the raise of his brows. “Why d’ya keep glancing over there then?” Harrison’s eyes dart between the bar and Tom.
“And why do you look like you’re about to jump out of your seat?” Harry comments.
“Because!” Tom defends. “I thought there…” Tom trails off and he’s coming to realize that he’s always thought there was more to the so-called friendly banter.
Truthfully, right now, he can’t figure out why he never asked how you felt. Maybe it’s because he just always assumed you felt the same way. When you’d bring out going out with other people, you never really seemed serious about it. You’d say some flaw that they had and Tom would agree with you and point one out, too because he was clearly very oblivious and thought you were joking. But now, you’re over there with your hand on this random guy’s shoulder and he knows you weren’t joking. You haven’t brought up going on a date with someone else is so long and you two have grown so close that Tom kind of thought there was something more going on here.
“Hello?” Harry waves a hand in front of Tom’s face, breaking his stare from you and the random guy. “You were saying?” Harry asks when Tom’s attention is brought back to the table.
“I…” Tom stutters before swallowing his pride. “Well, I’ve thought there was something there!”
“You always say you’re friends?” Harrison questions, his eyes narrowed, a little annoyed at his ability to be jealous after preaching the just friends line for so long.
“Kind of just thought it wasn’t this….official thing!” Tom tries to defend himself.
“Right…” Harrison and Harry say at the same time, not fully believing what Tom is saying.
It’s true, as absurd as it sounds. The two of you spend almost every free moment with each other. You stay over with each other all the time and the countless amount of times Tom’s asked you to sleep with him in the most innocent sense of the phrase. There have been these tiny moments where you get a little too close getting up or sitting down or bumping into him where he almost thought you did it on purpose -- you did -- and he could have kissed you but he never did because it wasn’t ever something that was said and he’d never want to overstep your boundaries. It’s the moments for him where he brings you lunch on your lunch break or you bring him dinner after work, he’s there for you and you’re there for him. Yes, friends do that, but it just always felt like there was something more and he is so sure you felt the same way that now he’s getting up.
“What’re you doing?” Harrison’s voice is flat, almost dreading what’s going to come out of his mouth.
“Going over there.” Tom remarks as if Harrison should have known that.
“Is that such a good idea?” Harry asks.
“Yes?”
“Maybe you should just--”
“I’ll be back.” Tom cuts Harrison off before walking away.
“Well, this might as least be entertaining.” Harry states before turning to face where Tom is walking.
“Or humiliating for both of them.” Harrison groans but keeps watching as if waiting for the train wreck that is sure to ensue.
You catch a glimpse of Tom from the corner of your eye and your plan worked. To make him jealous because surely that’s the only reason he’s coming over here. Which, to be honest, you’re grateful for because this guy you are talking to is almost completely unbearable. He’s talking to you as if you’re a box of rocks which is only making you want to simultaneously bang your head against the bar and throw all of the drinks on him.
“Can I talk to you?” Tom asks but he keeps his voice level, not angry just flat.
“I’ll be back.” You give the douchey frat guy a sweet smile just to dig under Tom’s skin a little more.
“I’ll be waiting.” He states and you almost visibility cringe while Tom actually does give him the ‘what the fuck’ disgusted look before taking your hand in his.
You follow right behind Tom, his hand still holding yours, not forcibly or too hard, just enough to keep you behind him. On the way to the door, he spots Harrison and Harry, clearly on the edge of their seat and looking awfully deflated by the time the two of you get to the exit. Clearly, they wanted to witness how this was going to go down but Tom won’t give them the satisfaction.
“What’s up?” You ask, innocence in your eyes and your voice as you step outside.
“What’re you goin’ in there?” Tom asks, his voice a little harsher now.
“What do you mean?” You ask, the innocence falls a little in your voice, seeing Tom is now actually upset.
“Flirting with that guy.” Tom remarks, gesturing a hand toward the door.
“So?” You cross your arms. “What’s it matter?”
“Because, y/n.” Tom’s eyes widen and his posture is polar opposite to what you’re used to. He’s normally so confident but now he’s annoyed and seems a bit….hurt? Jealous isn’t the right word here because you can tell by the lack of light and fire in his eyes, it’s not jealously. Just hurt.
“Because isn’t exactly an answer, Tom.” You push, wanting him to give you an actual answer. You think you know where this is going because why else wouldn’t he want you to flirt with someone? Some random person? It’s a little hard to believe given how he’s pushed the friends thing but you’re not backing out of this now.
“Why do you think?” Tom challenges. “You think I just cuddle with anyone? I make sure I’m up a full hour before you so I could make your breakfast? A breakfast I practiced when you weren’t around to make sure I’d have it right?” Tom asks and you never knew he had to practice to make a breakfast for you. “I always make sure you get inside okay and text you every morning and night on the few days we aren’t actually together. Why do you think I spend all of my free time with you?”
Your face softens with his words but there’s still a bit of confusion left here. “You say we’re just friends.” If all of that is true, why wouldn’t he just say something? All of this could have been avoided had he just said something.
“We’re more than just friends and you know it.” His voice is stern as he takes a step towards you and that’s what you’ve been wanting to hear this whole time.
So, you step into him.
Your hands come to his face, cupping either side of his face while you bring his lips to yours. Tom’s brows furrow and his body stiffens but only for a second before he relaxes against your touch. His hands come up to the small of your back, pulling you completely up against him.
You pull away first. “Why didn’t you just say something?” There’s a soft and subtle smile starting to dance across your face.
He shakes his head. “Thought it was a bit obvious.”
“The just friends thing, Tom?” Your eyes narrow but the smile is evident now.
“Didn’t think you’d want a label, you never said anything.” Tom explains and his cheeks turn red at the idea that he could have said something all this time and he could have you be his.
“Well, let’s make it official this time.” You press a kiss to the tip of his nose and his hands tighten around you.
“Will you go on an official date with me?” Tom chuckles.
“Well, duh.” You give him a laugh before Tom slams his mouth against yours, you laughing against him. You pull away once more, earning a small whimper and a pouty face from Tom. “We should probably get back in there before Harrison and Harry think we’ve killed each other.”
Tom lets out a soft laugh, his eyes darting down and back up to you. “That mean we can pick this up later?” He asks with the wiggle of his brows.
“Definitely.” 
Tom presses a quick kiss to your lips before sliding his hand down to yours. “Alright, darlin’, let’s go then.” He nods his head towards the door, his fingers interlocked with yours and this time, it’s more than just friends.
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glenn-simp · 1 year
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Tom Holland x Female Reader
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I sighed as I sat down on the really uncomfortable airport seats.
Pulling my phone out of my backpack I began to scroll through Instagram.
I looked up as a guy with a mask, sunglasses, and a hat sat next to me.
'Overkill much...'
I thought, driving my gaze back to Insta as I took notice that Tom Holland posted.
The pictures just showed an airport.
'Huh, I wonder where he's going'.
I checked the caption.
'On my way to a well deserved VK island! <3'
I scrunched my face, thinking about where he could be going.
"Not a fan of Tom?"
The stranger next to me asked in a weird voice.
I stared at him, processing.
"Uh, no I am... I was just thinking."
I said vaguely, liking Toms post.
I side eyed him as his phone buzzed a few seconds after I liked it.
He fished his phone from his pocket, tapping the screen to reveal an Insta notification.
I squinted at him and he seemed to notice as he turned to me.
His eyes squinted back.
'Is he smiling at me? I literally can't tell'.
I awkwardly turned away, deciding to pull out a book to pass time.
I picked off where I left off and became engrossed in the literature.
"What are you reading?"
My movie paused in my head at the scene I was reading.
"Our First Flight."
I replied, not taking my eyes off the book.
"What's it about?"
"A popular idol is disguised and meets the love of his life who realizes she's a psychotic fan girl."
The stranger backed away from me a bit and I took notice as I gave him a 'really' look.
"I'm not a psychotic fan girl for Holland."
"I never said anything."
He replied, holding his hands up defensively.
I smiled and turned back to my book.
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The man got up from his seat after a flight number was called.
I stood up, grabbing my luggage in the process.
"Same flight?"
He shrugged, acting innocent.
"Guess so... what's your seat number?"
"15A."
"Mines 15B."
I grinned at him.
"Well since we're going to be seatmates, what's your name?"
"Tom."
"I knew it, Holland."
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harrietwritesstuff · 2 years
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Pairing: professor! Tom Holland x reader
Warning: smut, fingering, dirty talking, begging, tom on his knees, professor and student relationship.
Advice to everyone. Don't fall in love with your professor. Don't sleep with him. Don't be jealous when you see him with someone else.
You wished someone had given this advice before joining college. Now look at you having a secret affair with your hot English professor.
No matter how hard you two try to push away each other you two will always end in his bed. Clothes on the floor. Handcuffs on your hands. Him inside you. You moaning his name and him yours.
You are in the fourth and final year of college. You meet Tom on the first day of the starting of this academic year. He was lost. He didn't know where the classroom was. You thought he was a student because of how young he looked. You both flirted on the way to class. You discovered he was your professor when you reached the class. You also discovered he was only 23 year old.
You resisted his charm for one week. You distanced yourself from him. You tried not to have dirty thoughts and dreams about but you couldn't stop.
One day when you went to submit your assignment he was alone in his office. He said, "I hope I don't freak you out but I really like you." You replied, "I like you too." He asked if he could kiss you and you said yes. And that was the first night you slept with your professor.
You two would have secret meetings every Tuesday and Friday night at his place. And today was one of those days.
"Have you ever read Aubade by Amy Lowell?" Tom asked you.
"Is that poem about sex?" You asked him, getting cosy on his couch against his body.
"Indeed it is."
"Ms. Y/ln. Why don't you read this out loud for the class." He said like you both were in class. You giggled.
"Me?"
"Yes you."
He picked up a book from the table and handed it to you.
"I'm thinking of the things we did yesterday after everyone left the class." He whispered, nipping your ears. You laughed and blushed thinking about the memory.
You sat upright on the couch. Tom sat next to you.
"As I would free the white almond from the green husk
So I would strip your trappings off,
Beloved." You read. Tom knelt in front of you. He slipped off your pants and inner wear.
"And fingering the smooth and polished kernel"
He placed kisses on your throbbing pussy. You breath hitched.
"I should see that in my hands glittered a gem beyond counting." He scooped the sweet wetness between your legs with two fingers. It dripped all over his hands.
You dropped the book when you finished reading the poem. He licked the juice off his fingers.
Tom looked at you in awe. His eyes were filled with lust and love. He was so turned on listening to you read those erotical lines.
He stroked down your pussy, tantalising you.
"Tom." You whimpered.
"What do you want, darling?"
"Please stop teasing me."
You breathed heavily as he entered one of his fingers inside you. He moved his finger slowly tormenting you.
"Tom faster." You urged him.
He removed his finger from you and folded his hands in front of him.
"Why did you stop?" You asked him.
"You were being disrespectful. Didn't your parents teach you to say please when you want something and you ask politely with respect."
"Please Tom. Touch me." You begged.
"Touch you where, love?"
"Down there."
He inserted three whole fingers and moved it rough and fast just how you liked it. Sweat broke on your skin. The temperature of the room became really hot. Your toe curled. You held tight on the edge of the couch and threw your head back. A gasp of satisfaction slipped from your mouth. You could feel the contractions everywhere below your hips. Your heart rate and Blood pressure rose. Your eyes were. Droopy from all the pleasure you were experiencing.
You felt Euphoric as you cummed on Tom's fingers and couch.
"That was amazing." You said. "You are amazing. What else can these fingers do?"
"Grade you? Fail you?" He suggested jokingly.
"You wouldn't dare."
"I could never darling. I love you so much. Even if you are going to fail I'll do something and pass."
"I love you too, Tom."
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landothemuppet · 2 years
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let the rain pour on you (t.h) | chapter 2 (teaser)
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☽✧ chapter two ✧☾ (teaser)
synopsis ➼ Rain, sun, fertility. Three little words; a coveted title.
The feud of pride and combativeness for the title of God has rotted the existence of Tom and his brother since they were children. Only one condition is imposed on them to obtain the title they desire. And when Tom’s eyes linger on you. He is convinced that you are the one who will bring him into the light. And he’s willing to do anything for it.
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warning ➼ mention of masturbation
n/a ➼ hello everyone ! I'm back after being MIA for month now. But, i finally here. I'm so sorry i disappear but it was so messy this last few months. Here's a teaser of chapter two of let the rain pour on you. I didn't proofread, so i'm sorry if you find some mistakes in it.
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You were all he could see. His sleep was filled with dreams of your face, his ears only heard your voice, blowing his name in a fit of pleasure. Since he saw you at the museum, you were all around him and that night had been the height of his obsession with you. You were his divine obsession. The night had been almost sleepless for Tom, fascinated by the memory of your voice, of your body twisting to the thought of him, and yet unconscious of his existence. It was something totally hypnotic. 
"Tough night?" asked Harry to his brother’s attention, while Tom sat at the table of the gods. 
Freya’s gaze fell on her brother, the god of rain. She was as always dazzling. The goddess shone with her golden hair, her skin sprinkled with divine dust. And at the corner of her lips, full of sensuality, a smile worthy of Machiavellian Loki. 
She carried the raspberry-adorned fork to her mouth and her smile didn’t fall, even when she ate her lunch. Her younger brother set a strange mood at the table of the gods, certain anticipation, heavy malice until the goddess of fertility finally spoke. 
"... so, brother, do you often happen to say my name while pleasuring yourself?"
Harry spit his mead unworthily, his eyes vagueling from his sister to his older brother. Was Loki’s rumour true? Would he have been so obsessed with his quest for power that he would have been unaware of what was going on between Freya and his brother? Tom’s eyes turned to the thunderstorm, darkening dangerously, stung by his sister’s words.  
Yet he was a benevolent god, who hated fighting or any quarrel. He was Freyr: God of rain, fertility but also, God of peace. He claimed honesty and benevolence and showed a real contempt for Loki’s antics, especially when he profaned absurdities as repugnant as the accusation of incest with Freya. That’s why he was so annoyed by his sister’s words, even if it was a joke.
"Freya, don’t make it weird!" Tom warned, jaw tight
"Just asking... there’s nothing wrong with asking for help." The goddess said casually and mischievously, "You know that humans have invented something really useful called psychology?"
"It seems that they gave the name of Oedipus, a Roman deity unrelated to our gods, to a complex. Something related to parent-child sexual frustration. Didn’t Mom hold you close enough to her boobs to make you fall asleep ?" Harry added with much more sarcasm in his voice. 
The storm hit the room as hard as Tom’s fist hit the table. Food flooded with rain waltzing by several centimeters. 
"Do not spread the ignominies of Loki at this table again or I swear that peace will no longer reign. Have I made myself clear?" 
Tom looked at Freya with his dark gaze, so that for the first time in their existence she shuddered. He was not finished with her. 
"It wasn’t like that and you know it: Freya, goddess of love, sexuality, beauty, earth and fertility. Do you have so little esteem for your brother, for humiliating him in this way with infamous jokes worthy of Loki? Am I nothing to you, to joke about things like that? "  
Freya shriveled on her seat, ashamed to provoke his brother’s wrath. Whether it was a joke did not bring any valid justification to the comments made by the blonde and she understood the fury of her brother. She herself was outraged and hysterical that anyone could think that she and Tom could have a relationship beyond the bounds of the sibling relationship. But she preferred to joke about the situation. Her lip trembled with shame and her eyes seemed veiled with guilt.
“I’m..I’m terribly sorry, Tom” she apologized.
"Today it will be Freyr for you. Call me by my title and don’t forget who you are talking to. I am a deity just as much as you, Freya. Stop acting like the immature Loki and act like the goddess you are."
Tom was in a foul mood, his brother and sister had really clouded his mind. While Freya swallowed his saliva with difficulty, the God’s shady eyes fell on his younger brother who displayed a mocking grin. 
"So, share with us your sneaky thoughts, Harry. What does make you smile." 
"You. And the pathetic use of your power to masturbate. No one needs to be Odin to guess that you will not find a wife until father decides to end your reign." 
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bi-disaster-yn · 1 year
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Pairing: neighbour!Peter Parker x fem!Reader
Summary: Reader is used to being led on and then let down in love which leads to her not quite believing just how much Peter likes her.
Set after the events in No Way Home! As always, Peter is aged up to be in his early-mid twenties.
A/N: This one goes out to the all the girls who have been made to feel crazy when they’ve been led on by someone who suddenly loses interest. You are valid and you deserve so much better (and someone like Peter in this fic <3)!!
Feedback & reblogs are always appreciated <3
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Whilst others seem to fall into love quite easily, for you it was always like trying to catch fire in a jar. Never successful, getting burned in the process and eventually the jar melting with all the exposure to further render your attempts useless.
Such carelessness with your emotions had led you to a solitary existence. The mere suggestion of reciprocated feelings had made you strategic and forceful, putting pressure on every encounter with a prospective lover in hopes that one day you might secure love.
Naturally, the pressure would snap any cord of bond you might have with someone and there you were, left again without any recourse. A scorned woman.
This wasn’t always your fault. Often, you’d bestow your emotions upon someone unworthy. Gaslighted with a promise of something real, you’d pursue these people only to be bitterly disappointed with a frank conversation where they confessed that you were great but all the same, not good enough.
Enter Peter Parker, your sweet neighbour who moved in next door a few months ago and brought with him a little spark that had you giddy.
The day he had moved in, he just seemed so out of his depth and alone. With the door open, he’d stood in the middle of his apartment looking round at the admittedly small number of boxes he had. Nevertheless, he looked entirely overwhelmed and frozen, struggling to even take the first step to open any of them.
You’d just finished grocery shopping as you walked past, peering in quickly when you came across the open door. From where you were standing, viewing his slumped shoulders and helpless face, it looked like he was going to cry. He looked so lost and you were sure that your help was exactly what he needed.
So, you came to the rescue. Announcing your presence, you offered your help which he reluctantly accepted. One by one, you worked your way through the boxes and worked together to set out his things the way he’d like them. At first, he was wary of you but grew more comfortable as you took things at his pace, never pressuring or hastening him.
You cooked him dinner, noting that his fridge hadn’t been stocked up yet. He asked you for coffee the next day as a thank you.
Coffee dates became dinner dates which naturally slipped into taking turns to make dinner for each other every night. He was so convenient being next door and had explained being new to the area that he had no one else really. Naturally, he gradually began to intertwine himself within your plans until you had become inseparable. Not that you minded, you hadn’t been this infatuated in a long time.
You did everything “right”.
You nurtured your feelings, trying to keep them on a leash to prevent them leaping out of control. You were calm and collected around him, allowing yourself to freak out about him after you said goodbye for the night. You made allowances for him in your plans yet didn’t hedge your bets on having to actually plan around him.
Yet, you still expected him to let you down. Some dark, twisted and nasty corner of your brain still told you that you were holding on to false hope. You had let people in before only to have them ridicule you for ever thinking that something could happen. For all you knew, Peter could be - and probably was - just the same as the rest of them.
Although, surprisingly, he hadn’t let you down to date. He always turned up on time when he said he would, except for that one rare exception that he had to cancel. Even at that, he was following up with you to reschedule and even planned and paid for the whole date because he felt so bad about having to miss your plans.
He let you touch him and he allowed himself to touch you. When your thighs lingered as you sat next to each other, he didn’t move away or sit in clear discomfort. Contentedly, he’d continue his story while you sat, completely mesmerised by the fact he’d allowed you a crumb of intimacy with just a simple gesture.
When this inevitably went downhill, it was going to kill you.
***
Winter had taken over the city. The restaurants and shops below your apartment had started to decorate their storefronts with festive lights which teamed up with the streetlights to create a cosy light in a cruelly cold and dark night.
It was Peter’s turn to cook that night. He stood at the stove making mac and cheese in plaid pyjama bottoms and a white t-shirt that although oversized, still managed to show his muscular shoulders.
You sat on his couch flicking through Netflix to find a suitable Christmas movie for your night in. As the snow began to fall outside, you wrapped the blanket round you tighter and excited yourself with the idea of cuddling up to Peter to keep warm. Peter hummed as he plated up the food; it was his Aunt May’s recipe and he’d raved about it for weeks, insisting he would make it for you.
You tried not to read into the fact he was letting you into something he’d shared with his aunt who had been more like his mother. Nor did you read into the fact that the blanket wrapped round you was one you hadn’t been able to stop touching in the store because of how soft it was. He’d bought it so he could see the big grin on your face as you smoothed your hands down it.
“You really love that thing, don’t you?” Peter commented with a sweet smile as he handed you the plate.
“It’s just so soft! How did they make it so soft?” You beamed in response.
“I don’t know, but you look really cute with it wrapped round you.” He smiled, facing the TV and taking a bite before saying the all too familiar yet equally dreadful sentence.
“I think we should talk.”
It was so out of left field and so unexpected. The horrible yet familiar feeling of dread sat deep in your stomach and destroyed your earlier appetite for a home cooked meal. Setting your plate down, you took a deep breath in anticipation of what he was going to say next. You had to give it to him, ending this over his beloved aunt’s recipe was a new low in your experience of rejections.
“Sure.” Was the only response you could muster without it sounding like you were dying inside at the very notion Peter could end all of this.
“Well, we’ve been seeing each other for a while now, right?”
Oh God. This really was it. Now was the time for the usual chat. He’d come out with some drawl about how even though you had spent every day together, ate together, slept together, treated each other like boyfriend and girlfriend, that it was of course, casual and you were irrational to think anything different. In the heat of the moment, frenzied by embarrassment, you’d agree and tell him you’d even prefer to be friends. Then over the coming months, the dejection would slowly eat away at you as you’d overanalyse the memories and consider what you should have looked for to ascertain that this would never be a serious relationship. Good enough for a fling, but not quite enough for a substantive commitment.
It was going to be a long and lonely winter.
“Yeah, two and a half months to be exact.” You stated, as if for a court record to build your case on just how much of your time he had wasted before he was about to throw this genuine and beautiful connection away. Peter merely chuckled at your matter-of-fact manner, oblivious to your serious tone.
“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to be my girlfriend?” He asked nervously, watching you with a hopeful smile.
Admittedly, your reaction was in fact, irrational.
“Sorry, WHAT?!” You yelled back, so taken aback by the question. It was what you wanted to hear but not at all what you expected.
“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” Peter tried to explain, clearly self-conscious by his choice of timing and now considering what seemed to be a real possibility of you rejecting him. “I just thought that I really love what we have and I wanted to make it official but if you feel differently then-“
You cut him off before he could go any further by lunging over and wrapping your arms round his neck tightly. You held him like he would disappear if you let go. The longer you held on, the more tangible his question became and the more likely you were being validated that this whole thing wasn’t just a one-sided and bittersweet liaison, doomed to fail from the beginning.
Peter chuckled, managing to set his plate down on the coffee table, despite you clinging on to him like a koala. He settled back against the couch, rubbing his hand up and down your back soothingly while you sat still, completely incapable of letting go.
“So… is that a yes?” Peter asked with slight concern in his voice as he tried to measure how long you had been silent for.
“Of course, it’s a yes! I thought you were going to end this!” You confessed. Peter frowned at your response, unsure where you could ever have gotten that idea from. He had tried so hard to not be one of those asshole guys and not lead you on. He started to question whether he should have done anything differently.
“Why would you think that?” His question came with a sweet kiss to your temple. Despite you holding him hostage with a cuddle, he seemed quite content.
The heat of embarrassment claimed your cheeks causing you to nuzzle your face into his neck. This should have been a really happy and carefree moment between you both, and hopefully the beginning of many years together. Yet, your insecurities and past emotional injuries had tainted this.
Perhaps, sharing your intense fear and feelings was going to be too much for Peter. Still, if he was going to be in a relationship with you, he ought to know the truth.
“I just…” You began, sitting back to look him in the eye. “I just never get asked that question.”  
Peter looked at you with a mixture of surprise and sadness. His eyebrows furrowed in contemplation and he let out a silent “oh”. At first, you thought he was pitying you but then you came to realise that he was just appreciating how big of a deal this was for you.
“I always seem to be the practise run or the casual fling. I never seem to be enough to be the girlfriend. You know?” At this, Peter nodded silently and reached his hand out for you to hold which you gladly took.
“And with you, I’ve been trying so hard not to get overexcited or put too much pressure on you but I really like you, Peter! I’ve been terrified that you’ve wanted to end this for a while now.” You explained further, watching him get confused.
“What did I do that made you think that?” Peter mumbled, his own fears and guilt setting into him. He had been trying so hard to let people in and to think that he was potentially failing was more than a tough pill to swallow.
“Nothing.” You said simply, because it was the truth. He had done nothing wrong.
“It’s just, I let you into my apartment, which was supposed to be just mine. I talked to you about Aunt May, which was really hard for me but I trusted you with it. I… I fell asleep on you. I felt safe enough with you to sleep soundly. I just don’t think I could have done anymore to let you know I was interested.”
The lump in Peter’s throat was evident with his words. This poor, sweet boy had no idea that this was so much bigger than him. It was an injury to your very being that had attached itself to you for all time coming. In truth, Peter had opened up to you and had let you in. On the other hand, all of those boys had done the same thing. They fed you with private and emotional insights then cut off the supply when you dared tried to establish a deeper emotional connection. How were you to tell the difference? 
“Sweetheart, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just, not all guys are as genuine as you. They mess with our heads and then call us crazy.” You explained calmly, bringing his hand to your lips and kissing his knuckles lightly. The words took purchase in Peter’s body and he nodded at you, slightly embarrassed.
“I am sorry you’ve been through that. I just really liked you and wanted to let you in. I have meant it all and I’d really like for you to be my girlfriend.” He smiled, reaching his other hand out to caress your cheekbone. An excited and surprise giggle escaped your lips.
“I’d love to be your girlfriend, Peter.” You leaned in and kissed him deeply, putting your hands on his cheeks. His hands found your waist, pulling you to sit on his lap. You gladly obliged, not once breaking the kiss. It wasn’t catching fire in a jar. Rather, it was gathering water that easily streamed into the jar – filling it up and adapting to the shape of its keeper without any threat of burning or melting; secured simply with a screw top lid. It was different, fresh and easy.
“Okay,” Peter chuckled as he finally pulled away from the kiss. “Can you please let me know if I made a good job of dinner?”
“Sure thing, boyfriend.” You grinned, giving his lips one last peck before leaning back and retrieving your neglected plate from the table. It was starting to get cold but that didn’t matter. You were going to give it a glowing review anyway.
You draped the blanket over the two of you and cuddled into him, no longer afraid to show him just how keen you were. He hummed happily at this, turning to gently kiss your temple. Your mind and body relaxed, content in the knowledge that you need not tread carefully around your Peter.
Finally, someone genuine.
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Summary: Peter is your best friend, you go to his house after an argument with your parents. However he’s playing video games so you decided to sit in his lap. He realises your sad and turns off the game to comfort you.
Today just wasn’t the day, school was tough as it is and now your shouting back at your parents. You don’t really know what caused the fight between them, they always find ways to argue with each other. All you was trying to do is defuse the fight between them both.
Being the only child really sucks when they argue as you are always in the middle of it trying to calm them down. The most annoying thing is, is that after an argument the next day they acted like nothing happened. They would be cuddling on the sofa acting happy and not the toxic couple they was the night before. And this really made you mad.
Now your mum is shouting at you telling you not to get involved even though she’s the one that had called you down to interfere with it. You was just sitting in your bedroom catching up with your homework when she shouted, “Y/N COME DOWN!” That’s when you came running down the stairs.
You knew what was going to happen, in the end you would be the bad person to trying to find peace. You didn’t think arguments nor violence was the way to sort problems or issues.
“I don’t care y/n, you told me the other day you thought the same!” Your mum shouted trying to get you on her side when really you wasn’t on any. She lied, you never thought the same as her, you didn’t say anything. She just wanted you and her to gang up on your dad.
“Don’t try turn my daughter against me you bitch” Your dad shouted in your mums face as you stood between them, scared if anything happened. You were pleading them to stop, tears falling down your cheeks. That’s when your mum tried to slap your dad in the face but ended up hitting you. It has happened many times, this time it hurting really bad.
“ouch! I SAID STOP! LOOK IM THE ONE GETTING HURT NOW! JUST FUCKING SHUT UP!” You scream a sob, walking pass them to get your shoes on. You really had enough, your tired and just wanted sleep. Now you couldn’t.
“Where are you going? y/n i’m sorry” Your mum grabbed your arm trying to stop you from walking out the door.
You just shrugged her off, grabbing your keys and phone slamming the door behind you. Ignoring her shouts and calls for you to come back. It was dark outside and chilly. Queens wasn’t very safe to be travelling outside at this time of the night, however you didn’t really care. You just needed to see one person and one person only��…Peter.
…………………………….
You arrived at his apartment fifteen minutes later, May letting you in straight away. You smiled at her before slowly walking into Peters room, his door being open a tiny bit. There sat your best friend of four years with his headset on and a controller in his hands. His fingers aggressively pressing the buttons.
You shut his door quietly the sound making his head turn to the door. He quickly took his head set off resting it on the back of his neck, the controller in his lap. “Oh hey love, I didn’t know you was coming” He said with a small smile.
“Yeah, c-can I stay over?” You asked sitting on the edge of the bed where his chair was leaning against.
“Yeah of course, everything okay? Wait Ned!” He asked.
“Everything’s good” You lie smiling.
“Okay well i’m gonna play one more game then we can do something” He said turning around to play again with ned.
One game turned into two games and two games turned into more. Not that you minded, but you did want to feel physical touch right now. You needed Peters arms around you to tell you everything will be okay. Instead he’s shouting on the headset to Ned.
“Get him! SHOOT HIM!” He shouted as an idea popped into your head. You didn’t want him to stop playing as that’s what he wanted to do…so you stood up, throwing your phone on his bed.
Walking over to him slowly, seeing his eyes stay on the screen. “What the f-Y/n what are you- No Ned!” You moved his arms so you can sit on his lap in the chair. Your legs either side of them through the arms of the chairs and your arms wrapping around the back of his neck. Your head was now snuggled into his neck, taking in his sent.
“You okay, love?” He wrapped his arms around you still holding his controller in his hands. You just nodded into his neck not wanting to speak. At first he didn’t really think much about it, until he felt wetness in the crook of his neck. That’s when he turned off his game, taking the head set off and placing it with his controller on the side.
Peter then slowly stood up holding the back of your thighs, your legs wrapping around his waist as he held you. He pushed his chair back into the desk, walking over to his bed sitting down.
“Hey, hey sweetheart. What’s the matter?” He tries to lift your head up but you just keep forcing it back down. “Look at me y/n/n” He said, your head slowly lift eyes locking together. You wiped your eyes with your hands, looking at him with a fake smile.
“I’m fine, really.” You tell him again wanting to just stay in the position you was just in.
He rubbed both your arms feeling the goosebumps on your skin. “Your cold. Let me give you something to wear, i’ll get you a hoodie and bottoms” He smiles taking you off his lap.
Once you had gotten changed, Peter walked back into the room with some snacks for you both to eat. He dimmed the lights sitting next to you on his bed, wrapping his arm around you.
“M-My parents were arguing again, I tried to stop it. They got me involved and m-my mum went to hit my dad but she slapped me in the face instead a-as I was in between them. T-They never stop” You sob next to him as he pulls you closer to his body.
“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here y/n. Don’t worry. I’m so sorry that you have to go through that. Remember your always welcome to stay here” He told you and you always will be.
“I’m sorry I always come here when I have problems” You sniffle.
“Don’t apologise. I’m always gonna be here to comfort you….Now let’s watch StarWars” He smiles placing a kiss on your head.
You love Peter, he’s always there through stuff like this. Your just so lucky to have him in your life.
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YOU REMEMBER
(Aged Up) Michelle 'MJ' Jones x Reader
Request: yeah
Summary: ok so (y/n) is basically Peter (Tom Holland) and Peter is just like Ned 2.0
It's after No Way Home so no one remembers him and MJ, Ned and Peter are off to college (you've also lost all your humour and happiness in case u were wondering)
Anyways things happen and memories are triggered.... Enjoy I have edited nothing as usual (it's so late I'm so tired wtf)
Warnings: Swearing; sad MJ; yelling/fighting
Word Count: 2.6K+
You watched from a rooftop as New York teemed with activity even in the dead of night - not that that was anything unusual. Crowds of party-goers cheered with joints in hand. Mini-supermarket clerks filled out expert crosswords while casual thieves slipped candy into their pockets. Burnt-out child hackers typed ferociously in the hopes of pirating a new online game.
Those were your lesser worries. Those weren't the things you dared worry about. Not that you worried much these days. None of it mattered much, anyway. No one was there to care if you failed at what you had tasked yourself with for eternity.
You brushed down your dirtied red and black skintight suit, to no avail. That didn't matter, either.
This was peace. Peace was leaning back against the cold concrete. Peace was pressing »play« on your playlist and hearing Sweet Gene Vincent ramble around the murky night air like a newer, cleaner mist with a Cockney accent and punk ideals. Peace was pulling out your phone and looking at old photos of you and your former girlfriend and friends even though you knew you couldn't afford the emotional exhaustion. Peace was finally letting all those tears slide from beneath folds of harsh ignorance. That was peace now.
It wasn't always like that. It used to be lying around the living room, spread out on couches, with Peter and Ned telling you about the new Lego Death Star with an electronic component and MJ lying across your lap with a smile that suggested they were being stupid as she stared lovingly up at you as you ran your fingers through her curled hair.
But that sort of peace wasn't possible anymore, so there was no point seeking or missing it.
A picture of Ned and Peter grinning like idiots as they stood in front of the cinema to watch a rerun of Alien slid across the screen.
It was replaced by an image of MJ smiling back at you, mockingly signing 'metal' with one hand as her foreshortened feet lay closer to you and the camera.
You turned your phone off. A police siren wailed pathetically in the distance like a droning call for help.
Peace was over.
•••
Massachusetts
The Hercules cafe bustled with customers overflowing the nine-person chair budget.
MJ, Peter and Ned were positioned fortunately in the best corner beside the window. It was about lunch time - peak hour at that particular instalment - but the three had arrived hours earlier already.
"Mrs. Zeis is killing me," Ned was complaining, only stopping to sip at his strawberry milkshake. "Two protocols, one theory essay and an experiment setup? Does she not remember we have other subjects, too?"
The snarky waitress who never wore a name tag - the counterpart to exaggeratedly sweet Mr. Lang - strode up to them, snarling. "Will you be here much longer? We have other customers, y'know."
"Yeah, we'll have another chocolate milkshake, thanks," MJ dismissed her smoothly, turning back to her friends.
"Yeah, she's pretty bad," Peter continued for Ned. "I wrote an essay once I knew was bad but I hadn't had time to do it properly and she literally just ripped it apart."
"That's cruel," MJ conceded, smiling as Mr. Lang brought her her order. "Any chance you'll be rid of her for the last semester?"
"Not really," Ned sighed in exasperation.
"I will," Peter added cheerily, stealing Ned's straw and slurping a great deal of milkshake away from him. Ned stared on in horror.
The waitress came up to them again, but before she could dart out that poised tongue Ned was reminding her they weren't finished. She walked away with such impotence as if they had greatly insulted her.
"I can't believe we're graduating so soon... I'm looking forward to Manhattan. It's not really a great place looking back but it'll always be home," MJ said thoughtfully, chewing on her straw.
"Yeah. We had some great times," Peter smiled, handing Ned his latte in attempted reconciliation.
"Yeah," Ned added dreamily.
MJ nodded. Then: "Hey, I'm getting major Deja vu right now. Either of you?"
"Nah, not really," Ned admitted sheepishly as Peter simply shook his head.
"Huh."
They were all silent for a moment, all in their own worlds, when Peter spoke up again: "I know this sounds totally out there and weird, but do you sometimes feel like someone's missing? I mean, like there should be a fourth of us? I don't know, maybe I'm just-"
"No, you're not wrong," MJ interrupted, peering around the cafe as if something might be written on the walls in reply.
"Hey, MJ," Ned said slowly, some eerie disturbance creeping up on his usual voice. "Where did you actually get your necklace? I mean, you wear it every day, so I just... I don't know why I thought of it..."
She looked down at where her black dahlia necklace rested on her collarbone.
She stared. There was something familiar about it, and yet it was like she no longer knew it or why it was there. But she did, didn't she? She had been wearing it every day for years since...
(Y/n).
"Are you okay? You look a bit pale," Peter commented, casting a sidelong glance at Ned, who looked similarly anxious about the look on their friend's face.
It was all coming back to her. Rushing, roaring memories like tidal waves washing up to a shore that had been awaiting them for a decade too long.
"It's (y/n). He's missing," she murmured, standing up straight in seconds and rushing right past the returning waitress, almost making her fall over.
"Children! That's what you are!" she yelled after her, but MJ could hardly hear anything beyond her beating heart and gaping lungs.
•••
You lazily pressed the »play« buttons on the remote, refocusing your attention on your Chinese takeaway as He's Just Not That Into You started. It was going to be stupid. You knew that. Scarlet Johansson was in it, though, so you didn't particularly care. Stupid was good once in a while, anyway.
Your mobile buzzed, making you groan as you set your food back down to get it from the faraway table.
+339 873 5386
Probably another scam, you thought in slight disappointment, but not much surprise. You hung up. There was no one to call you, anyway.
You sat back down on your bed which acted as a couch at times like these and pulled the Chinese food back into your lap. The credits rolled.
Your phone buzzed again. Unfortunately for your innocent food, you almost completely spilled it slamming it back down on the table to reach your phone again.
+339 873 5386
You hung up again, muttering to yourself about stupid people and their stupid money scams. You wondered if you could pay not to get scammed and then realised you were in the same issue all over again. Except maybe they wouldn't interrupt takeaway night as much.
Far away one truly stubborn woman decided she was not having your bullshit and booked the next flight to New York she could find.
•••
MJ had travelled once across Manhattan and still she hadn't found even half a lead on your whereabouts.
She was close to despairing after finding your old apartment empty, countless people who should have known you to render your name foreign and only Delmar who knew of an old boyfriend of hers at all - though even he thought he hadn't seen you in more than a couple of years.
Until she saw you.
You were walking harmlessly along in your favourite black hoodie - one thing that you wouldn't let change - when you saw her, too. Or, someone who looked like her. It couldn't be. What was she doing here? She was supposed to be in Massachusetts. Far away from all of this.
You quickly turned a corner, hoping whatever psychotic trauma you were reliving at that moment would quickly pass.
She couldn't be there. You had made sure of that. Dr. Strange had made sure of that. She was safe. Ned was safe. So was Peter. She's safe.
Your inner voice repeated it like a mantra, following you the entire rushed way to your apartment building and up its concrete wasteland stairs. You stood before your door, shaking, trembling, scrunching your eyes closed to reassure yourself her familiar gaze wasn't on your back.
You were right. You had lost her. Both now and then.
You fought a losing battle with the rusty lock on your door until it finally gave in out of pity, its swinging whine stolen and replaced by your own breathless sigh.
You kicked it shut, not bothering to lock it, considering there was hardly anyone who'd be much trouble to you in Manhattan - and if they were, no lock would stop them, most likely.
Collapsing on the mattress, the bare room's singular comforting component, your head landed in your hands as heavily as lead weight. It hurt so much. It didn't matter if it had been her or not. She would never be yours again.
You looked around your place. Nothing felt like yours anymore. This fridge with a spoon, fork and plate next to it, this iPhone charger and mattress, microwave and a closet with so few clothes the spider suit almost stood out - none of it held any identity you could associate with yourself. None.
The door creaked again, and this time there was no heaving breath to hide it.
"(Y/n)?"
Please no. Please not now, not here, not unprepared... She can't be here. She was safe. I kept it that way.
She repeated your name, but your fingers only tightened their deadly grip around the sheet. Silence. Finally, you looked up, because you were almost convinced, almost hopeful that familiar voice had been a fragment of your imagination or she had decided you a lost cause and left after all.
She was still there. Your body sagged in upset.
"Do you even eat?" she snapped, and you wondered whether she had meant it to be so harsh. More words followed, each cracking like a whip also. You plead mercy with your emotional masochism. "You haven't brushed your hair in days - don't deny it, I know how it looks. You practically have bruises under your eyes. You're like a bag of bones; no exercise, no good food, right?"
You didn't answer, simply staring at her. She was so beautiful.
"God, (y/n)," she whispered, voice so soft it hurt more; the way it cradled you while it lasted and dropped you from its billowing clouds far higher up than anything else. Her pain crawled as ugly tendrils across the floor and through the very soles of your feet to the weight in your lungs.
Silence, again.
"You remember," you stated deftly, but nothing in you wanted to accept it. It couldn't be. It just couldn't.
And yet... she had remembered. Your relationship had been so strong, she had remembered. How? Curiosity danced groggily on the sidelines of your train of thought.
"Yeah. Remember this?" MJ lifted the dahlia necklace from her chest, holding it up for you to see. You did. An array of yellowing memories about your trip to France all those years ago flashed before your eyes, reminding you of every reason you had to buy it for her and every reason you should have been bursting with happiness at the fact she was standing before you.
"How did you find me?" you asked instead, earning a deserved scoff.
"I told you I'd track you down." She clenched her jaw, as if remembering how angry she was. "You promised." It was a quiet reminder, but stone in its sureness.
Your muscles tightened as you looked away. You couldn't bare it. You were certain you had done the right thing, and yet...
"You promised you would find us," she repeated, a little louder.
Still, you didn't answer.
"Look at me!" she finally yelled, making you jump, staring at her with wide eyes. She never used to be so loud. She never shouted, even when you fought. She had changed... or maybe you had given her reason to.
Tears threatened to escape her, but her expression remained firm, impossible.
"I did. I was there, just like I promised," you admitted slowly, enunciating every word so that you may never have to say any again. "I saw you, MJ. With Peter and Ned. And it was just... it was so clear you were better off without me. Without this huge Spider-Man burden on your back. You were safe not knowing me."
"So, let me get this straight," she started, in a way that unlike before was similar to the way she usually talked. Casual-sounding, light. "Not only did you assume what was best for us and ignored what we wanted, but you also - for even a second - thought I could survive seeing you like this? You really weren't planning on finding us? Ever?"
Your stood, leaning clumsily against the mattress as you watched her. You didn't need to reply.
"No. No. I won't have this. You need to apologise. You need to- to- I don't know. Make it up to us. You think this is okay? You think this way of living works? Well, it doesn't. The Bell Jar isn't this fucking depressing."
You winced. She always referenced that book when she was calling something fucked up. She began crying properly now.
"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I'll do anything. There's nothing like this feeling that you could be responsible for the death of someone you love, MJ. That's not an excuse, but it's a pretty damn good reason. I understand you're angry, but you've gotta understand, too. You were everything. You are. I can watch from afar, but I can't watch everything end. If you're worried about me, worry about that. Your end would be my end. My fucking end, okay?"
Her chest heaved in wet sobs. You had only seen her cry three times before in all this time. You hated it. You pressed a finger to your cheek and realised you were crying, too.
"It's not fair. It's not fair," she sobbed, gesturing wildly in the air, her curls pushed to one side.
"I know. I know. Nothing's bloody fair," you sniffed, approaching her slowly, as if she were a shy animal, a stranger, perhaps.
It didn't take much. She slumped into your opening arms with all of her force behind her. Tears of yours mingled with hers on your shoulders and in each other's hair. Everything seemed tinged with the distant taste of salt.
She looked up at you, and suddenly your lips were connected once more, though it was sloppy and damp and certainly not your best kiss. But it was something. It gave your dingy kitchenette character and your mattress the air of a childhood sleepover in the living room.
"I won't leave you alone. Ever. You need to understand that. Whether you like it or not. You get it?" she murmured beside your ear.
You wanted to answer something romantic, something impressive, something to look back on - but all you could manage was a string of shaky "you remember"s.
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jahayla-parker · 1 month
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In Time : Tom Holland x Reader
Completed Series
Series Description: Reader is a cashier at a grocery store in Atlanta and crosses paths with Tom while he’s in the area filming No Way Home. Tom quickly falls for y/n but she has a boyfriend. Does/will y/n feel the same? Will they ever end up together? Are they destined to be friends or something more? Fluff, comfort, hurt-comfort, angst, strangers-to-lovers, friends-to-lovers, etc.
Series Warnings: cursing, some spice/suggestive content, brief mentions of previous smut/sex but not actually written, toxic boyfriend behavior, minor aggression/violence, arguments, self doubt, mean fans, food/eating, breakups, pining, kissing and related romantic behaviors, and mentions of cheating. Please let me know if I missed anything!
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Chapter List:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8 *contains chapter text and social media post(s)/SMAUs
Chapter 9 *this chapter is done as social media post(s)/SMAUs
Chapter 10 *contains chapter text and social media post(s)/SMAUs
Chapter 11 *contains chapter text and social media post(s)/SMAUs
The End
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thewriterg · 1 year
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♡︎Winnie the Pooh♡︎
Pairing(s): Tom Holland x Fem!reader, Dad!Tom x Mom!reader
Summary: You were a stubborn women just about everyone in your life knew that but Tom will put his foot down no matter what when it comes to your health —flufftober;day 10—
Word count: 800+
Warning(s): Sleep deprivation, going into detail of breastfeeding, stress, bad habits, and concerned Tom
A/n: —GIF isn’t mine— I was literally half dead sleep when I wrote this so waking up and correcting typos
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Tom had rolled over in bed going to throw an arm over you when his fell into the mattress of the result of your side of the bed being empty this had your Husband peeling his eyes open reading the red number on your bedside clock
3:52 am
It was witches hour and while Tom thought as rationally as he could sense he was still half asleep Sitting up in his place he reached for his glasses and began to look around the room your bathroom light wasn’t on so that idea left as soon as it came
Pushing his tussled curls out of his face Tom rose from his bed taking not a short second to stretch before he made it way out the door of your room and into your hallway going to the place he’d thought he find you first the nursery but when he opened the door to not see you nor the baby he couldn’t help but furrow his brows
The rocking chair you favorited was left untouched and the honey pot nightlight you used to see was left off after standing in the middle of the nursery for a short while the Winnie and the Pooh stickers stared back at him before moving on to the next room
Tom had checked all of upstairs including guest bedrooms before he started his trail down the stairs of your home before turning the corner tho where the kitchen was you could see a dimly lit light seeping into the hallway
Without another waisted second Tom had quickly walked Into your office you were sitting at your desk a baby wrap securing Y/b/n to your chest while they fed from you and if you listened close enough you could hear the soft suckling noises
You on the other hand had rested your head against your palm with a set of index cards, at least three different notebooks, and a textbook In front of you your eyes were bloodshot and glossy and the bags under your eyes grew and by the looks of it you didn’t even know that Tom had entere
“Hey mama, what are you doing it’s late” Your husband had made his his way in front of your desk before walking to the side of you now squatting in his position looking up at your face never taking his eyes off you
“Oh, well they were crying and I uhh just decided to get some studying in” Tom tilted his head at that pressing his lips into a straight line it was one of the hardest weeks you were all having in your household to the point where you would start to tie it with the week of your delivery date
You had been working your ass off. You were on the road of graduating college at 22, Continually promoting the movie that you’d starred in with interviews and pr, and overall handling being a mom.
You both had talked about this and Tom couldn’t help but be a bit frustrated that you had so many things on your plate and you wouldn’t let him take something off your shoulders
It wasn’t like you had openly said no, that’s not what you said at all but You and Tom had repeated discussions about You letting him take the baby more often and even brought up the idea to start breast pumping
But yet here you were again up with your baby at the crack of dawn.
“Baby you.. you can’t keep doing this to yourself” Tom had sat his warm hand on your thigh rubbing his thumb back and forth and it almost could’ve put you to sleep hell anything could’ve put you to sleep in that moment
“I just, wanna be a good Mom but i-it’s so hard trying to juggle everything by myself ” Your voice began to crack and Tom could cry at how you began to break down
“Hey,hey, hey.. You are a wonderful Mom Y/n you’re the worlds greatest one but honey I have to put my foot down I can’t keep letting you go on like this” You we’re both hand in hand and the pad of your thumb ran over the cold gold of Toms wedding band before You nodded 
“You’re going to get six to seven hours of sleep minimum, You are going to eat three meals a day, You do not walk into that nursery past twelve, and you will not be in this office past ten understand?” While your husband listed your new rules you couldn’t help but softly smile to yourself because you knew how much he cared and that you were a team, you always had been.
“Come on we’re gonna get you both to bed” Tom had smiled back at You before standing to his full height and holding out his hand for you to take as you both left your office hiking up the stairs
That early morning night you didn’t lift your head from your pillow once and you didn’t wake up to at least eleven In the morning all your alarms and notifications silenced with pancakes in bed
You couldn’t ask for a better partner
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waitimcomingtoo · 2 years
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the 1
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Synopsis: Tom panics when he realizes you never officially said your relationship was exclusive
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“All right, I’m back. What did I miss?”
“We got food. And Sam left to puke.” Tom told you as you rejoined the table you and your friends had claimed at a local bar. He slipped an arm around you and you leaned into his side.
“Aw, nice. Not about the puke, about the food.” You clarified as you took a tortilla chip and put it in your mouth. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you took another one.
“I figured.” Tom chuckled as he pulled you closer to him. You leaned against him as you happily munched on the food.
“Oh my God. I didn’t realize how hungry I was. I’m gonna fuck these nachos.” You said as took more chips from the platter.
“Woah. Toms got some competition.” Harrison snorted.
“We never said we were exclusive.” You shrugged.
“No we did not.” Tom laughed along as he took a chip for himself.
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom and then get freaky with the nachos. Don’t eat them all.” You said and pointed to Harry.
“No promises.” Harry raised his hands in defense.
“Your life isn’t promised if I come back and they’re all gone.” You warned him before going to the bathroom. Everyone laughed at what you said as Tom’s smile slowly fell.
“That was a joke, right?” Tom asked once you were gone.
“No. I think she’s really gonna fuck those nachos. Did you see the way she was looking at them?” Harrison said and the rest of the table agreed.
“Not that.” Tom waved his hand. “When she said we weren’t exclusive. She was kidding, right?”
“I don’t know.” Tuwaine shrugged. “Have you guys ever had the talk?”
“What talk?” Tom frowned.
“The seeing other people talk.” Harry chimed in.
“That’s a talk?” Tom’s eyes widened. “That we were supposed to have?”
“Tom, this isn’t high school.” Harrison snorted. “Most people our age aren’t just dating one person. I mean, look at Y/n. She’s absolute beautiful. She’s probably got a few fish on the line.”
“You think she’s dating other guys?” Tom’s heart stopped as he looked around at his friends. Harry and Tuwaine exchanged a look as Harrison stifled a laugh.
“Dating?” Harrison mumbled under his breath.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Tom asked with a dry mouth.
“Look, I’ll keep it real with you, mate.” Harrison began. “If she is seeing other guys, it’s not to date them.”
“To what then? Do their taxes? She’s really good with numbers.” Tom said said with a gulp.
“Um, teaching them how to drive a stick shift?” Tom laughed nervously.
“You could call it that.” Harry shrugged.
“Ballroom dancing?”
“Nope.” Harrison shook her head.
“Archery?”
“Not quite.” Tuwaine chimed in.
“Learning to fly a sea plane?”
“Getting colder, mate.” Harry sighed.
“Well I’m entirely out of guesses.” Tom played dumb. The boys exchanged a look before Harry stepped up.
“Dude. She’s sleeping with them.” Harry told his brother. Tom felt the wind get knocked out of his chest and the room suddenly felt smaller.
“You think she’s cheating on me?” He asked as panic rose in his chest.
“Not cheating.” Tuwaine said. “If she thinks you guys aren’t exclusive, she’s just hooking up with other guys while dating you. It’s pretty common.”
“I’m about to drop dead.” Tom said in a grave voice, the thought of you sleeping with other guys slowly killing him.
“Maybe she’s not sleeping with other guys. She never said she was.” Harrison offered to make him feel better.
“She never said she wasn’t though.” Harry reminded them. “And her making that joke might’ve been her way of letting you know that she was.”
Toms knees went weak and almost fell over. Harry quickly caught his brother and steadied him.
“You know what? No. You’re wrong.” Tom decided. “Y/n and I tell each other everything. She would tell me if she was sleeping with other people.”
“You don’t know that.” Harry shrugged. “She might think you’re doing the exact same thing.”
“I would never.” Tom insisted. “And she would never. You guys don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Maybe we don’t. But if you’ve never said you were exclusive, it’s something to think about.” Tuwaine added.
“You should talk to her about it.” Harrison suggested. “She’s the only one who could give you some answers.”
“Or, consider this.” Tom began. “I jump to the worst possible conclusion.”
“Or, maybe don’t do that.” Harry suggested.
“Or, you guys are right and she realized I thought we were exclusive and made that joke to tell me we weren’t.” Tom said as he knees went weak again.
“Just go talk to her about it. It could be nothing.” Harry assured him as he steadied his brother.
“I can’t just accuse her of hooking up with other guys. I gotta see if there’s something to worry about first.”
“Suit yourself.” Harry shrugged just asked Sam came back from the bathroom.
“There he is. Our little lightweight.” Tuwaine smiled and welcomed Sam back to the table.
“I just Jackson Pollock-ed the bathroom walls. I’ve never felt so sick.” Sam groaned and rested his head down on the table.
“How many shots did you take?” Harrison asked.
“Mmm nine?” Sam shrugged. “But that’s including my three Pfizer vaccine shots. Did you just mean alcohol?”
“Obviously I just meant alcohol.”
“Then six. Oh my God. I’m so sick. I’m never eating or drinking again.” Sam whined.
“We got nachos.” Tuwaine told him.
“Fuck yeah.” Sam picked his head up and grabbed a handful of nachos.
“Sam, do you think Y/n is sleeping with other guys?” Tom asked nervously.
“I don’t know. Are you guys exclusive?” Sam asked with a mouthful of chips.
“We never said we were.” Tom said, making Sam immediately make a face.
“Then she’s 100% sleeping with other guys.” Sam laughed and grabbed more chips.
“What?!” Tom shrieked. “What makes you so sure?”
“Because think about it.” Sam began. “You guys haven’t been dating for long and you’re away working all the time. Why wouldn’t she be sleeping with other guys?”
“Oh no. This…this can’t be.” Tom shook his head repeatedly as he stressfully grabbed his hair.
“Sorry you had to find out like this, mate.” Harry sighed and patted his brothers back.
“I’m gonna be sick.” Tom groaned.
“Me too. Oh god. How is there anything left?” Sam said and ran back to the bathroom.
“I gotta find her. She could be finding my replacement as well speak.” Tom gulped before leaving the table as well. Tom found you on your way back to the table and sighed in relief.
“Darling. My one and only darling. Whom I love. Exclusively.” Tom said as he cupped your face. He immediately pulled you into a kiss, not caring who could see.
“Hi. Someone’s drunk.” You chuckled against his lips before kissing him again.
“Somebody is. Do you want to get out of here?” He asked as he gently swayed with you to the music.
“Are you trying to take me home?” You playfully gasped.
“Maybe.” He grinned and leaned down to press his forehead against yours.
“Wow. I can’t remember the last time a handsome man tried to take me home from a bar. Let’s go say goodbye.” You took him by the hand and pulled him back to the table. Tom laughed at your joke but his smile fell as soon as you turned your back on him. He couldn’t help but wonder when the last time a man took you home from a bar was.
“All right guys. I gotta bounce.” You told the table. “Bounce on your boys dick. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” The boys told you as they hugged you Goodnight. They each gave Tom a look as he ushered you out of the bar.
You were back at Tom’s place soon enough with Tom on the couch and you in the kitchen. You walked into the living room with a glass of water and handed it to Tom.
“Here. Drink some water.” You said as you sat beside him on the couch.
“Thanks, darling.” Tom smiled warmly at you and took the cup. He took a long sip before setting in down on the table. Then, he pulled your feet into his lap and carefully undid the straps of your high heels. You gave him a grateful smile just as your phone buzzed.
“Finally.” You mumbled and pulled out your phone. Tom immediately thought back to the conversation form before and felt a panic rise in his chest.
“Who’s that?” He asked and tried not to sound as interested as he really was.
“The most annoying man on the planet.” You said with a roll of your eyes.
“Really?” Tom laughed nervously. “Who?”
“His name is Ben. I knew him in college.” You said, making Tom’s panic grow.
“I’ve never heard you mention him before.” Tom said quietly as he looked down at his lap.
“I mean, I only see him every six months. We’re not that close.” You replied. Tom could tell from your tone that you were trying to make a joke, but he didn’t get it.
“So why is he texting you so much?” Tom asked, desperate to know more.
“I gotta see him soon.” You shrugged. “It’s been too long.”
“Oh.” Tom gulped, beginning to think his friends had been right.
“Do we have plans on the 29th next month?” You asked as you looked up from your phone.
“I don’t think so.”
“Okay.” You nodded and went back to texting.
“You’re gonna see Ben, then?” Tom asked through a forced smile. He felt his jealously building up by the minute and forced his hand to calm himself down.
“Yeah. If he can.”
“Can I meet him too?”
“Why on Earth would you do that?” You chuckled and gave Tom a strange look.
“I want to meet all the people in your life.” He played it off. “Because I love you. Exclusively.”
“Well I appreciate that, honey. But you definitely don’t have to meet Ben.” You smiled at him over your phone before going back to texting.
“Why not?”
“There’s no reason to.” You shrugged. “Why would you meet the guy who drills me every six months-“
“Oh my God.” Tom groaned and got off of the couch. He hunched over and clutched his stomach, his jealousy making him sick.
“What? What’s wrong?” You wondered.
“So it wasn’t a joke. My friends were right.” Tom said sadly as he looked at you.
“Right about what?”
“You’ve been hooking up with other guys.” Tom exclaimed, his voice cracking.
“I have?” You said in surprise.
“You’re texting one right now!” Tom shouted again pointed to your phone.
“I am?”
“Yeah. You’re texting Ben about the next time he’s gonna drill you.” Tom said, gagging a little as he said it. His knees felt weak again so sat down on the ground and curled into a ball on the floor.
“Because I have a hole that needs to be filled.” You replied, making him let out a whimper.
“I thought that was my job!” He shouted from the floor before curling back into a ball.
“How could you fill it? You didn’t do to dentist school. Ben did.” You said as you got off the couch as well.
“So that’s the kind of guy you want? Some fancy doctor?” Tom cried from the floor.
“I mean, I kind of need a doctor.”
“Need?” He gasped. “Are you really that shallow?”
“Wow, Tom. Sorry I don’t want some rando fixing my cavity. I didn’t realize that was a crime!” You shouted back before stomping out of the room.
“Well I didn’t realize -wait, cavity?” Tom asked as he picked his head off the ground. He quickly got off the floor and followed you into the kitchen.
“You have a cavity?” He asked you.
“Yeah. I’m prone to them. That’s why I’ve been texting Ben.” You sighed and pulled a business card out of your wallet before handing it to Tom.
“Dr. Ben Hammond.” Tom read off the card. “Oh my God. You’ve been texting your dentist this whole time?”
“Yeah. Which to be honest, I’m not sure how that translated to me hooking up with other guys. I guess you just like to jump to conclusions.” You rolled your eyes before leaving the room again. Tom read the card one more time before following after you.
“Well who texts their dentist?” He asked as he followed you into his bedroom.
“I do. Ben and I met in college. I go to see him because he gives me a discount. So when I need to go to the dentist every six months, I text him.”
“Well that….makes a lot of sense actually.” Tom realized as he stopped shouting.
“How could you accuse me of cheating on you?” You asked as you folded your arms.
“In my defense, how was I supposed to know you call your dentist by his first name?” Tom protested.
“Fair enough.” You agreed. “But still. You automatically jump to the conclusion that I’m cheating? Do you really not trust me?”
“Of course I trust you, darling.” Tom whined. “But the guys got in my head back at the bar. They made me realize that we never officially said we were exclusive.”
“Because I didn’t think we had to.”
“I didn’t either. But then you made that joke about how we never said we were and the boys convinced me that you were sleeping with other guys.” Tom said as he looked down at the ground.
“Oh.” You said, realizing he had a valid reason for assuming what he did.
“Yeah. Oh.” Tom repeated as he slowly looked up at you.
“Well it seems like we could’ve avoided this misunderstanding with a simple conversation!” You shouted at him.
“It seems we could’ve!” He shouted back. You stared at each other for a minute, both still panting from your outbursts.
“I don’t want to sleep with other people!” Tom shouted after a beat of silence.
“Me either!” You shouted back. “I never did!”
“So we agree!” He replied, still yelling.
“We do.” You yelled back.
“So we are we still yelling at each other?”
“Because-“ You shouted but instantly trailed off.
“I don’t know actually. Momentum, I guess?” You said at normal volume. Tom cracked a smile and rubbed his tired eyes.
“I don’t want to fight with you, darling.” He sighed. “And I’m too drunk to have this this conversation. All I know is, I love you and I would instantly die of natural causes if I found out you were sleeping with other people.”
“Well I love you too.” You smiled softly. “And you don’t have to worry. You’re my one and only, Tom.”
“Aw.” Tom smiled in relief.
“At least, you will be once I stop fucking my dentist.”
“Wait what?” Tom’s smile instantly fell.
“Kidding.” You sang. “Now come on. Why don’t you remind me why you’re the only guy I sleep with?”
“I can do that.” Tom’s smile returned as you led him towards the bed.
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jasntodds · 1 year
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Summary:
Pairing: Bartender!Tom Holland x Reader
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.
Not a soulmate AU but inspired but the red string of fate theory.
Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of getting cheated on previously, alcohol use, there’s blood in like one chapter (I can’t help it)
A/N: I said I thought about this fic for over a year and here we are lmao decided to finally write it. I haven’t been this excited or happy with a series since Forever so I hope you guys enjoy it as much I do!! 
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Chapters:
Chapter 1 - Coincidences Chapter 2 - Date One Chapter 3 - The Setup Chapter 4 - Atlas (coming Nov. 25) Chapter 5 - Date Two Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 Chapter 9 - Petrichor  Chapter 10 - Oh, There’s The Trauma Chapter 11 Chapter 12 
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I don’t know Tom personally nor I own him. What’s written is just fiction and should be thought of as such. I’m essentially using him as a nameclaim and faceclaim. I’m creating a character and just using his name and features for details. I do not directly associate Tom with any ideas used in my writing. It’s used for entertainment and fictional purposes only. I do not directly associate the actions, activities, or emotions with Tom himself. He is being used here as a character should be thought of such.
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ynparker · 2 years
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Waiting for Spiderman - (Part 1) Peter Parker x (Y/N)
Peter Parker x fem!stark!avenger!reader
Summary: Peter Parker is new to the Avengers, but that doesn't stop him from falling for Tony Stark's daughter.
Warnings: none really, just fluff
A/N: Hey guys! I know it's been a really long time since I posted, so here is a special one. I want to make this a multiple-part series, so I will make a masterlist later. Let me know if you want to be tagged. This fanfic is inspired by the song 'Waiting for Superman' by Daughtry (I changed it to Spiderman for obvious reasons). Also, Pietro never died. Enjoy ;)
"Alright, kid," Tony Stark said, looking down sternly at the boy in front of him. "This is your first training session. Don't let me down."
"O-of course not, Mr. Stark," Peter Parker stammered, looking nervously out of the window to where he could see the rest of the Avengers warming up. Captain America and Black Widow were there - he had met them last night - along with Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, and others whom he couldn't make out from that distance. He fidgeted nervously. He couldn't help worrying - what would happen if he wasn't good enough? What if he lost against all of them?
"Come on, Parker!" Tony called. Peter looked up, startled. Mr. Stark had already started walking down the hall. "Coming! Coming, Mr. Stark! Sorry," he said as he breathlessly ran to catch up with his mentor.
They made their way down the compound to the training grounds, which reminded Peter very much of something out of the Hunger Games - except much more extensive. "Hey, Parker!" Steve Rogers called as they came up to them. "Hey, Cap - um, captain," Peter greeted him nervously, looking around at everyone. To his surprise, only Steve was there. The others seemed to have disappeared.
"We have teams," Tony explained, seeing the look on Peter's face. "What we do is, when we get the signal, we run through the grounds, and when we find someone from a different team, we spar with them. If they lose, we win a point and vice versa. Got that?" Peter nodded rapidly. "Um, yeah, sir, I think I got that."
"Perfect!" Tony exclaimed. "You are on a team with me, Cap, Nat, and Bucky. The other team is Thor, the Maximoff twins, Sam, and (Y/N). Ready?"
"Wait, wait," Peter said desperately. "Who is (Y/N)-?"
Before he could properly finish his sentence, an airhorn whined into the silent air. "Let's go! Good luck, kid," Tony called and pushed off the ground in his suit, flying overhead, his eyes scanning the bottom. "Wait!" Peter called as Steve took off running as well. "Oh, crap," the boy muttered under his breath and began sprinting into the training grounds, dotted with trees, bushes, and streams that made for excellent hiding places.
Suddenly, he jumped as he saw Sam Wilson - the Falcon - in his suit, flying to the ground, his eyes on the young boy who stood transfixed looking at him.
"Hey, Mr. Falcon," Peter said brightly. "'Sup, Parker. You ready for this?" The boy slapped his hand to his forehead. "Right, I forgot, you're on the other team! Alright, let's do this." With that, Peter swung himself onto a nearby tree and shot one of his web shooters at Sam, who found one of his hands attached to the tree trunk next to him. Sam immediately put his wings into action, detaching himself from the tree with some difficulty. "Ugh," Peter groaned. "I always have to remember to shoot more webs."
"You know-" he continued as he dodged the Falcon, who was soaring towards him. "Mr. Stark always warned me-" he paused as he shot another web and missed. "-always secure your opponent first!" He shot again and this time managed to get both of Sam's arms. "Kid," Sam sighed as he tried to detach himself again. "Don't you-" he managed to get one of his hands free, "-remember what I told you last time we fought?"
"That there's not this much talking when in a fight?" Peter guessed as Sam tore himself free and threw himself in the boy's direction again. "That's right," Sam affirmed. Peter panicked as Sam came closer and threw out a punch to his chest, which successfully caused the older man to get thrown back into the ground. "Oh, my gosh, are you ok?" Peter cried as he hurried to him. "Y-yeah, kid, I'm good. Come on, finish it! Throw another punch and you win."
"A-are you sure?" Peter asked. "Yeah, go ahead. You did good, Parker."
"Aw, thanks," the boy smiled and raised his fist. Before he could bring it down, however, something caught it and swung him backwards into a tree. His eyes widened as a girl his age dressed in deep blue held him against the trunk, her upper arm pressed against his chest.
"So Spidey-boy fights," she said breathlessly, smirking at him. "I'm impressed."
"Who the heck are you?" Peter asked, staring at her strangely familiar dark eyes. "Someone who just won a point for her team," she smiled and looked to her right as Pietro Maximoff slid into view, the electric blue dashes that appeared behind him whenever he used his power fading away. The girl released him and Pietro picked her up in his arms. "Don't make eyes at her, Parker," he said in his Sokovian accent. "You'll have the whole team to deal with."
The last thing Peter caught was the girl's wink and with that, Pietro had dashed off with her.
"Woah..." he whispered and stood breathless for a few moments before Tony's voice rang in his ears. "Hey! Parker! Wake up, you've got heroes to spar with!"
"Sorry, Mr. Stark! I'm on it!"
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"That. Was. Amazing!" (Y/N) Stark exclaimed as she dashed into the changing rooms with Nat and Wanda. "I love it when Dad makes us do these training sessions."
"Yeah, but my team still won," Nat smirked as she put up her hair so she could wash her face. (Y/N) groaned. "How do you expect me to win when I'm fighting against both you and Cap? You're both like the best at sparring out of all of us!"
"Don't worry, beautiful," Nat smiled and hugged the girl. "You'll be strong enough to take on the world one day."
"Thanks, Auntie Nat," (Y/N) smiled and hugged the woman back.
Wanda cast a quick look at (Y/N) and smirked. "I thought Parker fought well."
"Peter Parker?" (Y/N) asked, changing into her favorite red shirt and shorts. "Yeah, he did pretty well. He would have defeated Sam if I hadn't stepped in."
"He lost against Thor, though," Nat countered. Wanda and (Y/N) sent her withering looks. "Everybody looses against Thor," Wanda said. Nat gave one of her looks as if to admit Wanda was right. "Why didn't Bruce join us today?" (Y/N) asked, tying her hair into a messy bun. "He's still a little shaky with his transformation. Hulk isn't exactly very eager about making an appearance," Nat explained. "Ok," (Y/N) replied, and, picking up her discarded suit, made her way to the door. "I'm going to lunch, you guys coming?"
"We're right behind you," Wanda affirmed and gave the girl a small smile. "That girl will be the death of us all," she said as the door closed. Nat smiled. "I don't know what we would do if anything happened to her," she agreed.
Meanwhile, (Y/N) had made her way to the kitchen, where Tony, Thor and Peter Parker were sitting, talking about the training. "Hey," she said brightly as she entered, and sat in the chair between Peter and Thor. "Hey, kid," Tony greeted her. "Hello, little Starkling," Thor smiled. (Y/N) smiled at them and then turned to Peter.
"So you're Spidey-boy," she smirked at him. "Um, I prefer Spiderman, actually," Peter corrected. "Right," she said and laughed. Peter smiled at the sound. He liked how her face lit up when she laughed like that.
"So you're (Y/N) Stark?" He had been surprised to learn that Tony had a daughter, but also pleased. At least there would be somebody in the compound his own age.
"Um, you did well," Peter told her. "That was really cool, how you just swooped in there and won." (Y/N) smiled. "I try to make an appearance," she said. "Congrats on the win, by the way."
"Thanks, honey," Tony smiled at her and stood. "Who is hungry? Wanda promised she'd make lunch today."
"And it'll be ready in half an hour," Wanda smiled as she entered the room. "It had better be something filling," Thor said, placing a hand on his rumbling stomach. "Training always makes me hungry."
"Everything always makes you hungry, Uncle Thor," (Y/N) said adoringly, hugging the man and getting to her feet. "Alright, if I have half an hour, I'll go up to my room for a while. See you all later?"
A chorus of 'see you laters' followed the girl up the stairs and into her room. She smiled as she sat on her bed. She liked that boy, Peter Parker. He was funny, kind, and her dad liked him well enough. It would be nice to have him in the compound. She had been out on a sleepover last night, so she had missed his arrival, but she was happy he was moving into the compound.
She reached for her phone and connected it to her Bluetooth speaker before opening Spotify and pressing shuffle on her playlist. Listening to music set her free in a way nothing ever could, and she was happy to let go every once in a while and just listen.
(Y/N) grinned as she heard the intro to her favorite song. Every time she heard it, she saw herself in the lyrics, everything that she ever wanted in the words that described the girl in the song.
She's watching the taxi driver
He pulls away
She's been
Locked in her apartment
A hundred days
The song echoed downstairs to the group of Avengers sitting in the kitchen. Wanda smiled as she stirred the pot of paprikash, listening to the young girl's voice.
"Please ignore her," Tony said to Peter. "She does that practically every day."
"Oh, come on, Stark," Thor protested. "There's nothing wrong with playing a bit of music, especially when she so enjoys it. Besides, Parker, doesn't mind, do you, Parker?" Peter gave a bashful smile. "Um, yeah, no, it's fine."
He listened to her voice singing the higher notes, and suddenly, he stood. "Where is the bathroom, Mr. Stark? I forgot," he asked, before he could stop himself. "Upstairs, next to (Y/N)'s room, kid. Don't be too long!"
Nat smirked at Peter's retreating frame. "Seriously?" she said as she saw Tony's face. "It isn't at all obvious what he wants to do?"
"What?" Tony asked, oblivious. "He wants to hear her sing," Wanda said, winking at her brother Pietro, who had arrived as soon as (Y/N) had gone upstairs.
Peter had sneaked into the bathroom. Thankfully, the song was clearly audible from where he was standing. He smiled when he listened to the lyrics, and (Y/N)'s beautiful voice singing along.
She says
Yeah, he's still coming
Just a little bit late
He got stuck at the Five and Dime
Saving the day
Peter could hear her feet tapping on the ground, and realized you were dancing.
She's talking to angels
Counting the stars
Making a wish on a passing car
She's dancing with strangers
Falling apart
Waiting for Superman to pick her up
In his arms
All of a sudden, the boy listening noticed something. (Y/N) was replacing the 'she' with 'I', singing the song in first person. He grinned as he registered the happiness and enjoyment in her voice as she vocalized, still dancing around the room.
He found himself wishing he could listen to her sing for hours. Then, suddenly, Wanda's voice drifted up the stairs to his unwilling ears. "Kids! Come and set the table please, lunch is nearly ready."
"You said half an hour," Peter muttered as he came out of the bathroom, hurrying to get downstairs before (Y/N) came out of her room. He heard the music stop, and the door open. He quickly jumped over the last few steps and practically ran to grab the forks Wanda was holding out.
(Part 2 out now!)
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