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arvinsescape · 3 years

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A/N: As always i hope you enjoy. First time writing genuine arsehole Tom. You can now read a follow up if you want here.

Summary: Tom’s late for dinner, reader has had enough. Tom makes a mistake but it all works out in the end.

W/C: 2.2K

Warnings: Swearing.

“Tom Holland spotted with new girlfriend after breakup with ex.”

“Tom Holland on night out with new girlfriend.”

“Is Tom Holland finally over his ex?”

You saw the headlines and wanted to throw your phone at a wall. You and Tom had dated for two years and broken it off a couple of months ago, it was sad and it was messy a row where you both said things you shouldn’t have.

“Seriously Tom?” You shouted as you threw your hands up, voice hoarse from all the shouting.

“I was late, yes. I get it you were left hanging but I was busy and didn’t finish on time. You need to get some perspective.” He shouted.

“I’m not even upset about that, a quick text would have been nice. But no, you left me sat there like a complete fucking idiot.” You fired back and he rolled his eyes.

“I have had a stressful enough day as it is. I don’t need you adding to it. You’re behaving like a bratty child and you knew what you were getting yourself into.”

“Seriously? That’s you’re defence? I knew what I was getting into, so what, I’m just supposed to accept it?” You asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, you know you could really use getting some more friends. You can’t just rely on me all the time.” He snapped and your heart dropped. You had friends, but not many, you’d been bullied a lot through high school and therefore kept a small circle of people you trusted and he knew that.

“They were busy.” You fired back.

“Were they? Or are they just sick of listening to you go on?” He shouted and that stung, it was a huge insecurity of yours, you always feared people didn’t truly like you.

“You know what Tom? You are so far stuck up your own arse that it’s embarrassing. I’m glad you and your foul fucking mood didn’t make it tonight.” You shouted, you were close to tears but you didn’t want to cry in front of him, not right now.

“Yeah well at least I fucking do something with my life.” He shouted back and you couldn’t stop the tears at that. You’d recently turned down a promotion to move to New York so that you could see him as often as you still did, it felt like he was throwing it back in your face.

“You are a vain, arrogant, selfish, stuck up arsehole.” You said back as your voice cracked, his eyes instantly snapped to yours as he heard your voice crack. His anger washed away completely as he realised exactly what it was he’d just said to you. He took a careful step towards you as he spoke.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” You cried when you heard the softness in his voice. A stark contrast from seconds ago.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me you arsehole. I’m going to stay at Lizzie’s.” You said as you picked up your bag, going into the bedroom and stuffing whatever clothes touched your hands into it, he was hot on your trail.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. It was out of line, I’m sorry.” He kept trying. When you were done you turned to look at him.

“Those were possibly some of the worst things you could have said to me. Thank you for playing on the insecurities that I told you about in confidence. I greatly fucking appreciate it.” You snapped, your tears were unstoppable and he felt awful.

“Y/N please. Just calm down and we’ll talk about it yeah?” He was crying now and you turned to make your way towards the front door. You turned to look at him one last time before you spoke.

“Until you’ve sorted your attitude out, I don’t wanna see you.” You said as you slammed the door shut and left for Lizzie’s.

He had tried to call you, many times after that. He showed up at Lizzie’s a week later but she wouldn’t let him in. You cried for weeks and just as you thought you were getting better, that you weren’t missing him the same, you saw that he had a new girlfriend. You’d noticed he’d tried to ring you a couple of times this morning but you’d ignored it. Your twitter mentions had gone through the roof for the first time since you’d split and you couldn’t help but look at them.

Dam that girl looks like Y/N but less attractive.

Y/N is naturally prettier I have to say.

Looking at the pictures, I think it’s just a hook up.

She’s far prettier than Y/N, well done Tommy.

That girl legit looks the spit of Y/N, I don’t think he’s over her.

It looks like Tom took Y/N and upgraded her.

I feel bad for the amount of hate Y/N’s getting, leave her be guys, we don’t know why they split up or how she’ll be feeling about this, I know I’d be heartbroken.

You furrowed your brows as you opened one of the pictures and in all fairness they weren’t wrong, she held a lot of similarities but she was far prettier and it made your heart ache. You still liked that some of his fans were supportive, some had been quite defensive of you. Tom had been vague about why you’d split up but never once denied it was his fault.

Then a tweet caught your eye because you noticed that Harry had retweeted it.

Please don’t bother Y/N with this. We know Tom said it was his fault as to why they broke up. We know that they loved each other and I think Tom might have made a mistake. Please respect that they are both still probably hurting and we should leave them alone.

Why was Harry retweeting something about this? Sure, he’d been supportive of you but not in public. Please respect that they are both still probably hurting. Was Tom still hurting? Apart from this morning he hadn’t tried to reach out at all in three weeks, you thought that was his way of saying he was over it. That was until you opened your voicemail and saw that Tom had left one last night. You sighed as you brought the phone up to your ear.

“Hi baby, sorry Y/N. I shouldn’t call you that anymore.” He was drunk and he was crying, that much you could tell. “Erm, you didn’t pick your phone up, not that I blame you. I wouldn’t if you said that shit to me. Listen, you’re gonna see some stuff tomorrow that I’m not proud of but you probably won’t get the whole truth and I want you to know what happened.” He sniffled a few times and your heart ached, he’d wanted to tell you first and you’d not answered.

“So I got really drunk tonight, as you can probably tell. I met this girl and she looked like you, she wasn’t you but she looked like you. She was really nice actually but that’s beside the point. You’re probably gonna see the pictures of me kissing her outside that club and I’m sorry. I know we’re not together but I haven’t moved on and I don’t want you to think I have.” You were crying as you listened to him, he sounded like he was in so much pain.

“I still love you, like a lot and I’m sorry. I brought her here and when we were about to sleep together I couldn’t do it. She was in our bed Y/N/N, that’s your place, not hers and I just couldn’t do it. I cried and she was really nice, she told me to call you. So here I am. Well, she said I should call you tomorrow when I was sober but I was hoping I’d hear your voice. Your voicemail will have to do I suppose. I love you and I miss you and I’m sorry I was such a prick. I didn’t mean it.”

You ended the call because you couldn’t listen anymore, he sounded like he was in so much pain and it made your heart sink into the pit of your stomach. He really was hurting as much as you were, maybe more. You were pulled out of your thoughts as your phone buzzed. Tom. You hesitated for a second before you answered.

“Hey.” You said in the best voice of happiness you could muster.

“Y/N? I didn’t think you’d answer.” He sniffled, was he crying again?

“Yeah, I erm, I got your voicemail.” You said and you heard as he let out a sob.

“I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair, I didn’t mean to spill all that, I only rang you with the intent of explaining what you’ve probably seen this morning. I shouldn’t have done that, I know you’re trying to move on so I shouldn’t have told you that I still love you.” He rambled through his sobs and your heart broke.

“Tom, it’s okay. I think I can forgive you for leaving an emotional voicemail.” You laughed through your tears and you heard him let out a choked laugh too.

“Can I see you? You don’t have to come here and I don’t have to come to you but can we meet somewhere neutral please? Even if it’s just for closure?” He was begging and you knew deep down you couldn’t say no even if you wanted to.

“Okay. How about that coffee shop we both like?” You said.

“Okay, gimme an hour?” The hope in his voice was enough to lift your heart slightly.

An hour later and you found yourself awkwardly sat at a table with Tom as you sipped your coffee.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. “I mean it. I shouldn’t have said what I said, it was so fucking wrong of me. I shouldn’t have used your insecurities like that, it was a dick move. You’re right I was being an arrogant, selfish arsehole and you deserved better, I understand why you left me.” He said as he looked at you, you could see the tears brimming and watched as he swallowed them back.

“It hurt Tom.” You said in response. “But you weren’t completely wrong either, I did rely on you too much, I pushed you harder than I should have at times and I know how hard you work.”

“Y/N, you just wanted me to be there when I said I was going to be, that’s not relying on me too much, that’s just asking me to be your boyfriend.” He sighed again.

“But you were right, there was always a chance that what would happen happened and I should have been more understanding.” You said as you looked at him again.

“I should have sent you a text and for that I’m sorry but it wasn’t like it was the first time it happened. I was so wrapped up in the film that I didn’t think much past it and I’m sorry for that. I shouldn’t have thrown you turning down that promotion at you either, I know you did that for us.” He said and he meant it, you knew he did, he may have been a fantastic actor but he always had this look in his eye when he was being completely genuine and vulnerable, one he couldn’t fake.

“It’s okay. I think we both needed to learn some things when we broke up.” You sighed as you sat in silence again, it felt more comfortable this time.

“I’m sorry about last night, the voicemail, the girl. All of it.” He said.

“It’s okay. In fairness you don’t have to apologise about the girl, you are single.” You tried to joke and he tensed.

“No but I didn’t want you to think I’d moved on, you deserve better than that. As for being single, please don’t remind me.” He huffed slightly, you could see the pain, it was all over his face. You missed him dearly and he seemed so genuine about how sorry he was. You sighed before you spoke up again.

“How about I let you take me to dinner tomorrow night? You know start over?” You mumbled and his face lit up in the most genuine way you’d ever seen.

“Seriously? You wanna try again?” He was smiling now and you realised how much you’d missed seeing it.

“I’m prepared to try again but take it slowly.” You admitted.

“Whatever you want.” He was nodding profusely, it almost looked comical. “What time? I won’t be late I promise.”

“7?” You asked as you stood to collect your bag.

“I’ll be there at ten to.” He smiled as you made you’re way out of the coffee shop.

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babybluebex · 3 years

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Hi! May I request a Tom Holland x reader, where she's Sebastian Stan's younger sister and Seb (jokingly) threatening Tom to stay back to his sister.

Thank youu in advance 😊💕

oh my god i love this concept so much. thanks for the request!!

blood is thicker [tom holland x reader]

➽ pairing: tom holland x stan!reader ➽ word count: 1.6k ➽ summary: see above! ➽ a/n: make sure to check out the social media au of this story on my blog!! thanks for reading!

“Alright, who’s the punk?”

I looked up from my phone to see my brother hovering over my shoulder. “What?”

Sebastian raised his eyebrows at me and titled his head towards me; towards my phone, rather. “Who’s the punk you’re sending kissy emojis to?” he asked.

“Oh my God, invasive,” I gasped. “Why do you care?”

“Umm, I don’t know,” Sebastian sighed dramatically. He was a drama queen, both on and off screen. I didn’t really grow up with him-- he was already in college by the time I was born-- but, as long as I had known him, he had a flair for the dramatic that contributed to his amazing acting. I think people always assume that, because I’m The Sebastian Stan’s baby sister, I too want to act, but that’s far from the truth. “Maybe because I never properly got to harass your boyfriends when you were in high school?”

“And whose fault is that?” I asked. “Why do you think you need to harass my boyfriends?”

“It’s my job, Y/N,” Sebastian laughed. He moved to sit next to me on his couch, and he said, “As long as you’re living with me, I get to be an asshole about your dating life. It’s, like, the whole gig of being an older brother. I gotta protect you!”

“Maybe I don’t need protecting!” I laughed.

“Just tell me who it is!” Sebastian said with a laugh .

I looked down at my screen and the name that glowed up at me: Tommy. Tom and I had met at the Infinity War premier and, while that was a while ago now, we had kept up over Instagram. Eventually, we started dating but, because of how private Tom kept that part of his life, nobody knew yet (except for Tom’s brother Sam, who accidentally walked into an unfortunate Facetime call, so I could bet money that the whole Holland family knew by now). “Tom,” I mumbled, but even the sound of his name made my heart skip a beat.

“Tom…?” Sebastian began. “Do I know him?”

“Yeah,” I said and bit my lip. Sebastian knowing my boyfriend was one thing; Sebastian knowing that my boyfriend was Tom Holland, the secretly-84-year-old British diva, was something else.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow at me. “Not Tom Hiddleston,” he said. “Darling, I love you and I’ll let you do anything, but he’s older than me, I think there needs to be a line--”

“No, you idiot!” I cried and smacked him with a throw pillow. “Holland!”

“Holland,” Sebastian said slowly. “My baby sister is dating Tom Holland… You know, this is weird.”

“It’s just not,” I huffed.

“Why him?” Sebastian sighed. “Darling, it’s Tom Holland! He--”

“See, this is why I didn’t wanna tell you,” I said. “I don’t know why you hate him, but he’s actually very sweet! He’s funny and nice and respectful--”

“And he’s trying to put the moves on my baby sister,” Sebastian said quickly.

“He’s not trying,” I said. “He did. We’re already dating, the moves were made and successful. He’s coming by soon to pick me up, so get your act together.”

“Woah, time out, he’s coming to pick you up?” Sebastian said. “Taking you to dinner, a right proper gent he is.” He put on an accent that was supposed to be like Tom’s, but Sebastian was secretly terrible at accents, so it sounded a bit more like Chris Hemsworth than he intended.

“Just don’t be an asshole to Tommy, please,” I sighed. “Be nice, be-- Ya know. Not you.”

“That’ll be difficult, darling,” Sebastian mumbled, and I landed a kiss in his hair.

“Make an effort.”

The sun had gone down by the time there was a knock on Sebastian’s apartment door, and I jolted from my place in my room (technically, it was his spare room but, when I moved in, it became mine). “Don’t answer that!” I cried.

“Why not?” Sebastian called.

“You’re gonna scare him!”

I bolted out of my room just in time to see Sebastian throw the door open. Tom stood on the other side, dressed in a nice turtleneck and slacks, carrying a half dozen roses, and the smile dropped off his face instantly. “Oh, hi, Sebastian,” Tom said carefully. “Y/N’s here, right?”

“Sure is,” Sebastian said. His back was straighter, trying to be taller than Tom, and he added, “What’s it to you?”

“I was gonna take her to dinner…?” Tom said, but he phrased it more like a question. “Is that okay?”

“Seb, get outta here,” I huffed. Tom’s smile returned to his lips when he saw me, and he presented the roses to me.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Tom told me, his cheeks turning red, and my chest grew warm. He was such a sweetheart, and I wondered how I had ever lived without him.

“Oh my God, Tommy,” I whimpered, and I threw my arms around his neck to hug him tightly. “You’re so cute, thank you!”

“You look amazing,” Tom told me, his hands falling to my waist. “So beautiful, as always.”

“Alright, Holland, let’s think about this,” Sebastian said quickly. “You’re taking my sister to dinner, what else is planned?”

“Seb, shut up,” I grumbled, elbowing Sebastian’s chest. “We’re adults, go fuck off and bother Mackie.”

“I don’t wanna bother Mackie, I wanna bother you,” Sebastian said easily. “And your man.”

“To be fair, you’ve bothered me extensively the past few years,” Tom said. “I don’t get a pass now?”

“Why would you get a pass?” Sebastian asked, his eyes staring holes into Tom.

“I’m your brother-in-law?” Tom said. “You like me?”

“What if I don’t like you?” Sebastian said smoothly.

“Well, I guess we’re fucked, then, huh?” Tom laughed. “I’ll have her home by one.”

“Twelve,” Sebastian stated.

“Half twelve.”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes for a moment, then sighed. “I guess so,” he sighed finally. “Have fun, you goons.” He ruffled up my hair, earning a groan of complaint, and he added, “Wait. Gimme a hug, darling.”

“I literally hate you so much,” I mumbled, but I sank into my brother’s embrace all the same.

“You know I don’t actually hate Tom, right?” Sebastian told me softly. “I’m just messing with ya.”

“I know,” I told him. “You’re too nice to hate anyone.”

Sebastian detached from me and took Tom’s hand in a firm handshake, and he said, “Right, listen, Holland. I wasn’t around when Y/N was growing up and I didn’t get to harass her boyfriends. I’ve got 20 years to make up for and I intend to take it out on you. If you hurt her in any way-- make her cry or leave a bruise, God forbid I spot a hickey-- I’ll hurt you back. You hear me?”

“Yeah, sure thing,” Tom said, and I watched Sebastian’s grip tighten.

“I mean it, Thomas,” Sebastian said, his jaw set. “Treat her right.” He looked at me and winked, and then he said, “She deserves it.”

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etoileholland · 4 years

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Meet the parents

Could you write a Tom imagine where Tom is introducing his girlfriend y/n for the first time to his family and Harrison and she’s a bit nervous but he tells her not to worry.

Pairing: Tom and female reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: so sorry this request is a tad bit overdue, and kinda short, but nevertheless I hope you enjoyed! I promise I’m trying to be more active with posting but wow have I been busy. Please let me know if you would like to be added to my taglist 💛 Also the gif is not mine, all credit goes to its respective owner.

“Listen Tommy, I know meeting the family is a big deal and all but what if they don’t like me? I mean not that they wouldn’t I guess, but what if they think I’m not smart enough or pretty enough for you or-.”

“I’m going to stop you right there angel.” Tom interrupted. He knew you were extremely nervous about meeting his family, and you had expressed your anxieties many a time, but it pained him to see that he couldn’t really alleviate your fears.

He also knew that he was your first real boyfriend, and that he was the first person to ever ask you on a date, so he was aware that you had a lot of anxiety going into this. With that in mind, he was determined to try to make you feel better about all this.

“Trust me, you are beautiful and intelligent and lovely. My family will absolutely adore you even more than I already do, okay?” He looked over at you, smiling when your eyes met. “I can promise you that.” He grabbed your hand and brought it up to his mouth so he could gently kiss the top of your hand. You visibly relaxed at his gesture, breathing a little bit easier now, knowing that he’s by your side.

You two got out of his car, standing right beside it as you nervously fixed the bottom of your dress. Walking over to you, he grabbed your hand and led you towards the front door. Giving your hand a gentle squeeze, he paused before saying, “It’ll be okay love, let’s do this.”

He placed a small kiss on your cheek, taking a deep breath as he knocked on the door of the Holland residence. His youngest brother Paddy opened the door, jaw agape once he saw you in person.

“Holy-” he stopped as he looked at you, face turning beet red. “You said she was beautiful, but you didn’t tell us she was this beautiful.” He gasped.

Tom looked over at you, your face blushed at how adorable his little brother was.

“And Tom failed to tell me how absolutely handsome you are.” You replied, watching Paddy grin.

“Please come in.” Paddy took a step away from the door, motioning for you to walk into the residence, but as Tom made his way through the door, Paddy attempted to shut the door on him.

“Sorry, she’s ours now.” Paddy smirked.

—

“So love, tell us about yourself.” Nikki asked as she poured a bit of white wine into your glass. She had made a lovely dinner of carbonara, it looking as delicious as it smelled.

“Well I’m a university student, and although it’s really difficult I’m quite liking my classes.” You replied, thanking her for dishing you up some pasta.

Harrison, who was basically a part of the Holland family at this point, was joining the dinner, since he also hadn’t met you yet. Tom really tried to keep the beginning of this relationship well under wraps, not wanting to jinx it too early on by mentioning you. He also knew that this was a lot to take in, especially since your first boyfriend was in the public eye, so he held out on showing you off until he knew that you were more comfortable with the idea of meeting your family.

He had planned to wait a while longer, but when Nikki insisted on meeting the lovely girl that has stolen her eldest son’s heart, well he knew he couldn’t delay it anymore.

“Don’t be shy, tell us everything about yourself.” Dom prodded. Tom, holding your hand under the table, nervously looked over at you, scanning your features to see if you were alright. He was relieved to see that instead of being nervous, your face was glowing and beaming.

“Well, where do I even begin?” You smiled, lightly laughing as the family smiled at you. You told his family of your childhood, how you had always known that you wanted to study at Oxford, and how you loved calling England your new home. You gushed about your favourite books, quotes that resonated with you, and personal experiences that made you feel alive. You grimaced when you told of embarrassing stories, of how you once got lost in the woods when your high school class went camping, and how you stayed up all night before you turned eighteen, just to prove you could.

As you spoke, your face lit up when you reminisced of a happy experience, vividly remembering every minute detail of those wonderful times. When describing your hometown and everything that you missed about it, the corners of your eyes lightly welled up with tears. Tom admired you, gaze never leaving your face as you looked over at him constantly, smiling and reassuring him that you were alright.

The hours quickly passed that night, the conversations turning long and sometimes intimate, speaking in hushed tones and then erupting in laughter. Everyone sat at the table long after dinner was finished, the plates still scattered around. No one dared to get up to even miss a second of the conversation, engrossed in every second of it.

Nobody had cared what time it was until they looked over at Paddy, who had his arm propped on the table, which held his head up. He was dozing off, wanting to still listen and participate in the conversation but beginning to fall asleep. Nikki looked at the wall clock, noticing that it was nearly 10:30pm, and you had arrived at 6pm.

“Would you look at the time.” Nikki stated, everyone’s gaze quickly shifting to the clock on the wall to see what time it was. “It was so lovely having you join us for dinner darling, please let us do this again.” Nikki added as she smiled at you and Tom.

“I will, thank you for everything Mrs. Holland.” You replied. You watched Nikki laugh, Nikki laughing as she said, “Please love, call me Nikki.”

“Okay, will do.” You smiled, watching Nikki gather all the dishes up so they can be taken to be washed. You began to get up, grabbing some of the dishes and making your way to the kitchen with her.

“Oh no love, you’re the guest, you don’t have to help me.” She remarked, but you shook your head no. “I want to help.”

“Thank you angel.” She said, the two of you walking towards the kitchen.

Tom waited until you were out of earshot, then leaned in, motioning at everyone at the table. “Well, what do you think?” He asked, and immediately everyone at the table spoke at the same time.

“I literally love her.” Sam stated, and Harry added, “Me too.”

“I have no idea how much money you paid for her to like you, but wow is she out of your league.” Harrison smirked, but winced when Tom smacked him in the arm.

“I want her to be my big sister.” Paddy spoke up last as he rubbed his eyes and yawned.

“Do you really mean that?” Tom inquired, and Paddy sleepily nodded.

“Mmhmm, she’s lovely.” Which earned a grin from Tom.

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“Drive safely you two!” Nikki exclaimed as you and Tom waved at her one last time, holding your hand as the two of you walked towards his car.

“Will do, thank you mum.” Tom replied.

“Thank you again for everything Nikki, it was so nice to meet you.” You responded, and Nikki said, “Of course, let’s have dinner again soon.”

“Oh definitely.” You smiled, thanking Tom for holding open the passenger door for you. You waited for him to get into the car, watching as he sat in the drivers seat and stuck the key in the ignition.

“You know,” you said, “I have no idea why I was so nervous before, your family is amazing. Also, thank you for making me feel comfortable about all this, I don’t deserve you.” You added. You watched Tom smile, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your lips.

“You’re welcome darling, I don’t deserve you either.” He whispered against your lips. You felt him smile as you leaned into him, kissing him gently.

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tomdiddlyumptious · 3 years

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Can u do a Tom Holland x black reader

Where there relationship has been secret for a while and reader confronts him while there with the ffh cast at a get together and they have a huge argument in front of everyone and reader starts to think he wants to keep her a secret because of what she looks like . Ending in fluff

YES. BTW IF ANYONE ELSE HAS REQUESTS THROW THEM AT ME I NEED TO MAKE IT UP TO UU GUYS🥺

Summary: huh-

Warnings: uhhhh- a dick thomas and a faking it andddd- NOW NOW NOW NANANANA NOW YÆS- jk fluff

A/n: AYO CHILL WITH THE FOLLOWS-AHHHH I LYSMMMMMMMM-

You wanted to not care, you wanted to act like your feelings weren’t hurt- but it wasn’t true, it wasn’t fair. You sigh and laid in bed with him thinking about everything you gave to him, everything you’ve done for him.....but he can’t even take you outside? What the fuck, no really. What the actual fuck.

Your blood boiled on the inside out, just looking at him clouded your mind with all these negative thoughts. You didn’t want it to happen but you couldn’t help it, and since you refused to shed a tear your head was pounding and lips slightly chapped. Hearing his moan made you jump a bit, turning your back to him as you acted sleep. “Y/n?” He whispered, turning enough to look at you and smiled, leaning over to kiss up your arm all the way to your cheek as he took his hand to rub your waist. “Y/n wake up, I wanna make you coffee” he chuckled, biting your ear before kissing it. You opened your eyes and tried best not to laugh, just something about getting caught always made you giggle.

“Hmm?” You let out when he pressed a kiss to your lips, “I wanna make you coffee” you smacked your lips and laid back down “Thomas I’m still tired” lie, you just wanted time to yourself to think about what your gonna do. “Pleaseeeee y/nnnnn!” He shook you and you groaned “fine” he smiled and bit your revealed shoulder making you squeal and try to wiggle him away leaving him laughing at you before he stood up and walked to the kitchen.

“Soooooo” he tried to ease the sudden tension sitting at the table, looking at you drinking the coffee. “Yes?” You looked up at him, placing the mug down. “Uh, I don’t know....just wanted to speak to you ya know?” “Nah I don’t” you shook your head and he furrowed his eyebrows at the mean comment, wondering what went wrong, but he knew better to bother you or else you’d go off the chain. “Zendaya wants to see you” Tom smiled, putting his hands in his lap and rubbing them together while he looked away from you. “Really?” You asked.

It was like a child and their independent, self centering father were talking....the silence loud and the father barely even caring...or at least that’s what it looked like. “Yeah, and so does Jacob, haz, Laura and tony” he cheered up, excited to see you happy. “When?” You grinned as he chuckled, “today, we have to go for lunch” he moved his chair closer to you and pressed a kiss on your forehead before holding your hand. “I love you so much, y/n” it wasn’t the first time he said that, but when he did it sent you unplesant chills as the angel and devil on your shoulders agrued.

‘If he were to love you then he would show you off’ ‘y/n no, he might be scared to’ ‘what is there to be so fücking afraid of, listen to me’ ‘stay positive! You both are gonna get there’ ‘you’ve been dating for multiple months, it’s not even fücking dating it’s like a fling at this point, just a longggg fling-‘

You cut them both out and looked at him “I-I” you choked. “Don’t worry you don’t have to say it, I already know you do” he chuckled.

‘What a cocky bitch’ ‘he just said he loves you!’ ‘He’s laughing at you because you can’t say three simple words’ ‘he’s not pressuring you into doing anything, listen to me!’ ‘You’ve been getting negative signs every single months, it’s time to fucking move on’ ‘just give him another chance! He can change!’ ‘He won’t y/n, he wont’

You didn’t know how to stick to, your angel couldn’t fight anymore because the your devil kept pointing out the larger things and storing up the pot, you chose angel this time and decided to give him one more single chance, after that it’s done. You know your worth.

You smiled up at him and put a kiss to his lips thanking him “it’s no problem princess”

After that whole shannanagin you washed the dishes and took another nap on the couch this time, you wanted to watch Disney+. Tommy woke you up and told you to get ready so you did, just something comfy like sweats and an oversized hoodie with some uggs, he wore jeans and a sweatshirt per usual. “You ready?” He asked watching you when you looked up and nodded, he smile and held his hand out for you to take and you put it there.

‘He’s using you!’ ‘He’s being nice!’

You told your conscious to shut up mentally and then poof they left, the ride was silent and playing some random songs that you couldn’t catch while he tapped his fingers on the wheel.

Once you came in the small quiet restaurant you all sat around the table saying hi to each other, tom sat next to you on the right and on the left was the boys while the rest of the girls sat across from you. Food was ordered and you all were chatting “sooo I see that you two are hanging out a whole bunch...what’s goin on?” Zendaya said. You looked at Thomas “no we aren’t together” he laughed “she’s a friend”

That hit so deep. To deep. You only nodded your head and filled your cheeks with air, Tom looked at you with a smile, his eyes happy too. “Yeah just friends!” You agree, “right” he said after, you released the air in your cheeks and bit the side of your lip. “Cool” Zendaya smiled and looked down at her plate.

Everything was normal for everyone else except you, the small people on your shoulders appearing.

‘I told youuuuu’ ‘y/n I never thought that I could agree with him’ your angel pointed to your devil ‘but I do, whatever needs to come it has to’ the devil perked up to the words, standing and walking to your ear before whispering all the things he’s done.

As you mind cakes up your eyes flare and nostrils perk and jitter, “I have to use the bathroom” you looked at Tom and he only shrugged but noticing the look in your eye he could tell somethings wrong. You stood and walked in the bathroom, your hands shook as you sat ontop of the counter, taking time to yourself to try and calm down but that’s all that you could think about. Trying to be respectful as possible.

Tom pretended to walk inside the men’s bathroom but instead came into the woman’s, seeing you stare at your hands. “Y/n?” He tried to be gentle. “What the fuck do you want, Thomas?” You looked up at him. “What-“ “get out” “tell me what’s wrong” he stepped in and the bathroom door closed by it’s self. “what’s wrong? We aren’t dating so what does that matter? Leave me alone” “I’m not leaving you a fücking lone, you need to get your act together so you can sit down with your fucking friends” he said sternly.

“What am I? Your fucking pet? Child? No the fuck I’m not!” You stood, walking over slowly. “I’ve tried my fücking best to ignore it, to suck it up, to hide it, but you fucking enrage me SO MUCH that I can’t help it!” “Shut up y/n your being to loud” “IM BEING TO LOUD? HERE ILL BE MORE FUCKING QUIETER!” You raised your voice louder.

Everyone’s eyebrows furrowed as they could hear your screams.

As you got closer he backed up more. “Y/n please-“ “what thomas? You dont wanna let everyone know what a fucking bitch you are? The fact that you LIE TO EVERYONE about our relationship”

At this point you were so blinded you didnt notice that you were infront of everyone.

“Why do you hide me away?” You genuinely asked, and suddenlyyou were crashed by a sudden rush of anxiety. “is it because i dont look like your past exes?” He was backed up against the table as you stopped right infront him, your eyes started to water as he didnt reply.

“Y/n i-“ zendaya harrison and jacob looked at tom too, it was clear what the problem was and zendaya was getting kinda mad and was waiting for an answer.

“Thomas” you begged and he had nothing, he said.... nothing.

Tears fell down his cheek as he watched you sniffle and rub your nose, grabbing your bag and running out.

Everyone watched him in silence as he leaned back into the table “excuse me” the lady gently said, tom noticed it wasnt his table so he only walked out of the store and waited outside.

He watched as you pulled out of the car but he didnt even feel like trying to make you come back, you do need to have some time to yourself.

“Fuck” he let out, wondering why he didnt say anything nor do anything. Harrison walked outside and sat next to him.

“Why?” He asked and tom looked at him. “I dont know i just felt like- i felt like my fans were gonna hurt her” “but you did” harrison pointed at tom “you didnt even give a chance and she stuck by your side for how long?” Tom told away and as he speaked he noticed how much of a dick he was......is.

You cried in the bed while you had your things out, getting ready to pack them up as you could barely breathe choking ob your sobs.

What did i do wrong? What did i do to deserve this? Should i change?

All these things running through your head and distracting yourself from putting your stuff up.

You ened up crying your ass off, crying it longer then the months that youve both been together, its all that you could think about honestly.

So when he came home you didn’t even notice your head hurt and your eyes stung, cuddling the pillow while your clothes were on the floor.

He hated seeing you like this, it made him cry and something he couldnt suck up, so when he saw you hurt and hearing your weeps it instantly hit him and made him come over and sit on the end of the bed, uncontrollable tears falling down his cheeks while he let out matching sobs.

You sat up and saw him, your eyes drying as they filled with hatred you stood and walked but tom beat you to the door, shutting it and locking it behind you.

You pointed to the door silently asking him to let you out but he shook his head refusing to. You walked up to him and tried to take his hand to pull him out the way but instead he forced his arms around your neck to hug you.

“Get off of me!” You yelled muffled. “No” he simply said, kissing your head as tears continued falling down his cheeks. “Get off- please get off!” You tried pushing him but he wouldnt budge.

“You can hit me, push me, whatever you want but im not letting you go” he gripped tighter speaking into your hair. “Fuck you” you muttered and he replied with a ‘i know’.

You both sat in silence all day and he was still hugging you but you didnt hug back until you calmed down, sobbing into his chest. “Y/n, you’re the one i want, you’re the one i need. So im begging you please... just dont leave me” he whispered starring at wall, his fingers touching your hair and trying to sooth you.

“Im scared your gonna leave me tom” you look up at him with your chin on his chest. He looker back at you “i cant even think of it, darling” he rubbed away your tears “but why-“ “i was scared” “what is there to be so afraid of?” “My fans are terrible... at least the 12 year olds” he chuckled “im scared they wont see the same beauty i see in my eyes, id rather keep you to myself then share you with this cruel world”

He reached down and kissed your forehead. “But youve been doing it for so long and-“ you sighed “i didnt feel like it was that long, you made me feel like-like you took it away. Like i could spend forever with you and it woukd seem like it was just an hour or so”

You gave him a weak smile and he returned it, reaching to meet his lips you did, the kiss salty from the shared tears but no one was complaining, you both laid in the bed and he cuddled right behind you, while you were sleep he took a picture and posted it with the caption ‘couldnt ever ask for anything better, love you y/n’

After that he shut off his phone and returned to your side and pressed a kiss on your neck before falling asleep, safe and sound.

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liberty-barnes · 4 years

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Done Wondering

Jock!Tom Holland x Female!Reader

Highschool AU

@danicarosaline requested: Hi pretty!! i saw your requests are open so may i please request a jock Tom x reader! Tom is a big softy and the captain of his football team and reader is a tough ‘not taking shits from anybody’ type of person? Like Tom gets in an argument with a team mate and he’s being all nice and calm about it but reader thinks his team mate deserves a good punch in the face so she punches him and it shocks the entire team and Tom himself even though he expected it!!

Warnings: F L U F F, not sure that the football talk is 100% accurate, all I know about American football is that Tom Brady's a quarterback, their jerseys are cool and apparently I'm supposed to cheer for the Pats? (yeah, that's my dad's fault), B99 references (i fucking love that show), cursing, a bit of violence ig

Word Count: 2.3k words (why can i not write short things?)

Estimated Reading Time: 9 minutes

A/N: so sorry it took so long to get this out! also, i got waaaaaay to invested in this... oopsie

Masterlist

You ran across the field as people all around you celebrated with only one goal in mind: kiss your boyfriend.

You and Tom had been dating for almost seven months now, to many people's surprise. The entire school thought you'd be together for a week tops, but you surpassed all their expectations by becoming the longest standing couple in junior year (not that it was hard, high schoolers change partners like discardable gloves).

Tom was one of Sunset High's best and brightest, loved by the teachers, captain of the football team, and the object of many's affection.

You, however, were nothing like that. You hated sports (everyone knows art's better anyway), social interactions were your personal little slice of hell, and everyone was too scared to approach you since you threatened to gut Charles after he accidentally forgot to give you back your pencil.

All in all, there was no way you two could stay together.

There was no way you could even make a friendship work, let alone a romantic relationship.

But then there was that fateful summer night...

Your mind ran at a thousand miles an hour as you rocked in the park's nest swing. The stars looming over you were the only thing keeping you from spiraling, and after an hour of watching them, the peace in your mind was crumbling.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."

You sat up on the swing and looked to your right where stood a sheepish-looking Tom.

"It's okay, I should probably leave anyway..."

"No! I mean, it's okay, you were here first I didn't mean to disturb you."

You cast your eyes down until he spoke again.

"You go to my school, right? (Y/n)? We were in the same English class in freshman year."

"Yeah, I think so... I'm surprised you remember me, we didn't have any classes together last year..."

He huffed out a laugh and leaned against the support beam, hands in his pockets.

"It's kinda hard to forget someone like you. You stood up to the teacher on the first day after he yelled at a kid and spent the next year having actual coherent debates about the books that most of the class never even read, let alone understood. You're kind of amazing."

You ducked your head once more to try to cover the blush on your cheeks, biting your lip.

"Thanks."

He nodded and took a deep breath, then sat in front of you and pushed so the swing was rocking softly, always catching it before it hit his face.

You giggled a bit and sat criss-cross applesauce, back straight, your mother's words permanently etched into your brain.

"So, what are you doing alone in the town's most secluded park at midnight?"

"Oh, you know, questioning my life choices, freaking out because in three weeks we're going back to school while simultaneously feeling stir crazy after having nothing cool to do all summer, regretting ever being born, the usual. What about you?"

"Getting crushed by everyone's expectations, feeling constricted cause I have to set a good example for my little brothers, freaking out cause I have no idea what I want to do with my life, the usual."

A comfortable silence settled between you.

"Do our lives really suck or is it just the teenagers in us that dramatize everything?"

He huffed out a laugh.

"I don't know, tell me your story and I'll let you know."

You scooched to the side and patted the now empty spot on the too-small swing so he could lay down next to you. Looking at the stars seemed like a better idea than looking at him.

"I never really liked school, people are jerks, cafeteria food is disgusting at best, I have no friends -not that I care about that, I'm better off alone. Still, it's better than being home. When my father isn't working in his study, he's berating me about getting better grades, even though I'm a straight-A student, not that he cares enough to actually know that. My mother's usually either gossiping with her other rich friends or telling me to correct my posture, dress better, act like a lady, it's infuriating...

"My older brother, the only person in that family that I genuinely like, left for MIT today, so I guess I'm just now realizing that I'm really... alone. I'll have to suffer through my father's lectures about getting high grades and act like someone I'm not so my mother doesn't take away everything I love until I "learn to act like a respectable woman". Jake used to get them to lay off me, but now he's not here. Sometimes I wonder why they even adopted me if I'm such a bad daughter. It just sucks."

You felt his hand twitch next to yours and his eyes on your face.

"Your turn."

He took a shuddering breath before speaking.

"My parents are amazing, they really are, they only want what's best for me, but sometimes it's a little much. They constantly remind me of going to training, doing my homework, studying for tests, and even though they always say it's okay, I see the disappointment in their eyes when my grades lower even by a single point.

"My little brothers look up to me a lot, and they're always telling me how much they want to be just like me when they grow up. I know they mean it in the best possible way, but it's just that much more pressure. I just... feel the need to always be the best at everything. The best football player, the best captain, the best student, the kindest person in that school, most helpful... it's all a bit much."

This time, it was you who were looking at his profile while he gazed at the stars.

"It's okay to feel overwhelmed, Tom. It doesn't matter that they have the best intentions, they're still putting too much pressure on you and you deserve the chance to relax."

He turned towards you and for the first time that night, you realized just how close you were.

"You're not a bad daughter just because you have different interests. I, for one, think you are a strong and independent woman who doesn't need to change because of some mere peasants. You're a queen... You deserve someone that'll treat you as one."

Your breath caught in your throat as you locked eyes with him.

"Wanna make a deal?"

You nodded tentatively, though at this point you'd probably agree to murder someone as long as he kept looking at you that way.

"I'll be your friend, give you something to do whenever you need it, save you from your asshole parents and remind you of just how awesome you are every day..."

"And in return?"

"And in return, you'll say stuff like what you said before when I get too stuck in my head, save me from my so-called friends when they're being jerks, and come to every practice with me so you have something to do and I have someone to make silly faces at."

"I'm pretty sure there are a thousand girls in that school that would kill to have you make silly faces at them."

"Maybe so, but they aren't you. A lock of your hair is worth more than all of them combined."

You bit your lip and smiled.

"Okay."

"Cool."

He pecked you softly on the lips before he lost his nerve, quick and fleeting, feather-light but strong enough to leave fires in its wake. You pulled him back and gave him a slightly longer kiss before setting your head on his shoulder and going back to stargazing, now with someone to keep you company.

Three weeks later, you walked into school hand in hand and haven't let go since.

"Tommy!"

You jumped into his arms, ignoring the smell of sweat and how it would probably cling to your clothes.

"You did so good baby!"

He kissed you straight on the lips, not minding his teammate's wolf-whistles, having grown used to them already.

"I had a pretty good motivation."

"Oh?"

"Mm-hm, my girl told me she'd bake me cookies if I won this match, and I really like her cookies."

"Sounds like you have a great girlfriend."

"The best."

You kissed him again and he smiled when he felt the fabric of his spare jersey adorning your figure.

"Yo, Holland!"

You forced apart by Teddy's call, one of the newer players. Since you went to every single practice, you knew that Teddy was being an ass lately, always wanting the glory, never passing the ball to his teammates. If it weren't for Tom's skill as captain of the team, he would've cost them most matches, including this one.

"Why didn't you pass me the ball?"

"Pardon?"

"That last play, I was free and you passed the ball to Harrison even though he almost lost it. You should have passed it to me, we almost lost because you want to make your useless bestie feel included!"

"Johnson was closing in on you, if I'd passed it to you, we would have lost for sure. Passing it to Harrison bought me the time I needed to get out of danger. It was purely strategical, you would know that if you paid attention to your teammates instead of playing all on your own. Haz is an amazing player and I don't treat him differently just because he's my best friend. I'd like you to apologize to him, please, it's not kind to insult your teammates."

You admired the fact that he managed to remain calm and collected throughout the whole conversation, looking like the embodiment of 'I'm not mad, I'm disappointed'. You, however, were not having such an easy time keeping your cool, hands firmly clenched at your side.

"The hell it was! You just feel threatened by me because you'll never be as good as me, so you never pass me the ball, it's ridiculous!"

"Okay, buddy, you need to back the hell off and close your mouth before I punch it shut."

His eyes flickered to you and he rose a brow mockingly.

"Oh, your little slut's standing up for you know? I always knew you were a chicken, guess my theory's been pro-"

You cut him off with a punch to the nose, smiling when you heard the satisfying crack of his bones and his howls of pain.

A collective 'ooh' came from the crowd, and they took a few steps back (excluding Tom of course, who was only looking at you with wide eyes).

"What the fuck?"

"I warned you, didn't I?"

You smirked evilly as Teddy was pulled away by the coach to check his injury.

"You're a bitch!"

"Baddest of them all, sweetheart. Have a fun time at the hospital!"

The whole crowd had gone silent by the time you turned back around, seemingly satisfied with your vengeance.

"What?"

You tilted your head in confusion at the awestruck looks on the team's faces.

"You broke his nose!"

"Uh-huh."

"With just your hand."

"Uh-huh."

"Since when are you so violent?"

You were actually kind of offended at that.

"I know that I bring you guys snacks after practice, but do none of you hear when I threaten other people? It's a daily occurrence."

The rubbed their necks sheepishly.

"Well, you see..."

Haz started, seemingly measuring his words.

"You're kind of like Rosa from Brooklyn Nine-Nine. No one actually knows what you're capable of, no one thinks you'd actually kill someone, but we're also kind of too scared to test you, so we just... wonder."

"Well, when you're done wondering, go take a shower so we can go celebrate, I'm hungry."

They all scrambled away in a chorus of 'yes ma'am' before you turned back to Tom with a smile on your face.

"You didn't have to punch him, you know?"

"Yeah, but I've been wanting to for weeks now."

He huffed out a laugh and kissed your forehead.

"How're your knuckles?"

"A bit sore, but I'm pretty sure that if we put some ice it'll be good, the rings took most of the impact."

You wiggled your hand, showing off the array of rings covering your fingers in what you deemed to be an aesthetically pleasing way.

"I love you, babygirl."

You kissed him, smiling into his lips.

"I love you too. Now go, shower!"

You patted his butt and laughed at the look he threw you, standing next to the field while you waited for them to get out.

Their coach came to stand next to you and you smiled at him, having taken a liking for him. He was a good teacher and treated the team well.

"Coach Jeffords."

"(Y/n)."

"What's the verdict?"

"Nurse says it's broken but we'll only know the full extent of his injuries after he gets examined at the ER. He's on his way there as we speak."

You nodded.

"You'll be pleased to know that he's been taken off the team and suspended for a week for unruly behavior. His parents aren't going to press charges since they feel it's deserved."

You smirked evilly.

"I'd advise you to watch out for Pembroke. He's starting to become a nuisance. If he keeps it up, he might be next."

He nodded, fighting back his smile even though you knew damn well he agreed.

"I'll do my best."

"And I'll do mine."

"(Y/n)! Ready to go?"

You nodded in goodbye at the coach and walked over to a freshly showered Tom, interlacing your fingers.

"Always."

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shuahoonie · 4 years

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you [tom holland] - seven.

PAIRING: tom holland x female!celebrity!reader

SUMMARY: ah, to be young and in love. it sounds great if only you and tom were actually dating out of pure love and not for the sheer reputation of your careers. it also should be great if you two actually got along, but life isn’t that easy.

WARNINGS: mostly swearing! alcohol consumption! a whole lotta fluff on this one yall. it’s haters to lovers / fake dating au so take that information as you wish! also, their relationship is improving yall 🤧

WORD COUNT: 5.2k

SONG INSPO: harry styles - to be so lonely

A/N: hiya babes, again, its day n of quarantine. i feel awful that i’ve gone this long without an update. would totally understand that you had to reread this whole series to find out what the hell is going on lmao. also, quarantine life really ruined my general schedule like now, i start my days at 3 pm and it ends at 7 am. obviously, i’m not doing well.

also, everytime i try to write it’s always like 4 am so there’s prob a lot of errors on this. i also had the initial plan to cut this chapter in two parts but figured you guys deserve this bc i’ve been gone for way too long. [it was way past 6 am when i finished this]

hope you guys are safe. spam my inbox, tell me what you’ve been up to this quarantine! stay at home and wash those hands!!!!! sending all my love ♡

UPDATES EVERY SATURDAY 11 PM CST WHENEVER I CAN [I MEAN WE’RE IN LOCKDOWN. PLS PESTER ME TO UPDATE SO I CAN BE PRODUCTIVE]

gif credits: @tomhollandcouk

You took a look at the girls and sure enough, they were watching the two of you and were whispering amongst themselves. You didn’t know who they were so you were assuming they were on Josh’s guests.

You weren’t one to start fights however, you were extremely petty though. It’s a habit you’re trying to get rid of. “Hey, Tom?”

He hummed in response. “Do you want to finally get them off your back?” You asked him. He stared at you for a moment before nodding.

“I’m going to do something but promise me you’ll forget it as soon as it’s done.” You disclosed, not even knowing why you’re actually going to do it.

“Okay...” You knew he was getting curious. “What-”

You grabbed the side of his face and kissed the corner of his lips. To say that both of you were surprised was an understatement.

Your lips lingered on the corner of his. As soon as you saw the girls with their backs turned against you two, you pulled away.

You could easily see Tom’s ears turn red. You weren’t sure why, but you were too distracted by the fact that you actually did that.

You also felt yourself getting hot. You were sure that your face is burning, however, you were unsure of the fact that maybe it’s burning because of the stunt you just pulled or because of the alcohol in your system.

“It’s definitely the alcohol,” you murmured.

“Sorry, you were saying something?”

Seemingly lost for words and embarrassed, you told Tom “I need another drink.”

If anyone asked you what just happened, you probably won’t have an answer as you were confused as well. That’s why you were practically running to the open bar, leaving Tom on the dance floor, with the look of bewilderment painted on his face.

“Tom!”

He turned his head around, looking for who could have possibly called his name. Upon seeing who it was, he greeted her with a huge smile on his face. “Liv, congratulations! It was a wonderful ceremony.” He said genuinely.

“Aw,” Olivia cooed in delight. “Thanks, Tom! We’re happy you could make it.” She beamed.

“Would’ve never missed it,” Tom smiled.

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but have you seen Y/N?” Olivia asked, looking around.

He felt himself turn red, which Olivia noticed but chose not to point it out. “She told me she was getting herself a drink...”

“That bitch never learns,” Olivia murmured to herself. “Tom, can you do me a favour? Can you please keep an eye out for her? She tends to drink a lot at weddings and-”

All of Veronica’s words came flooding back to Tom, knowing that he was supposed to stop Y/N from grabbing another glass. “Right, of course.”

“She doesn’t have a problem!” Olivia quickly disclosed. “It’s just- She tends to do a lot of weird shit while drunk.” She chuckled. “I mean look at where you two are now. None of this would’ a happened if- Oh, I’m sorry.”

“S’okay, Liv. I know.” Tom shook his head, politely dismissing Olivia. “Uh, Liv, if you don’t mind, I’m going to look for-”

“Oh, no, you’re all good.” Olivia smiled. “I have to meet with Josh in just a few minutes anyway.”

Tom congratulated Olivia again for the beautiful ceremony before he left. As Tom was looking for Y/N, he found you leaned against the bar with a drink in one hand and a phone on her other.

“Y/N.” Tom called, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“Holy fuck-” You almost spat your drink. “Jesus Christ, Tom, you fucking scared me.”

Tom chuckled. “’m sorry, darling.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to pick you up,” Tom said as he saw the drink on your hand and grabbed it “and to stop you from drinking.”

You furrowed your brows at him, “Why?”

For a moment, you could’ve sworn you saw Tom shift his eyes over at your lips. That’s when you realized that you were pouting and quickly pressed your lips together.

“’cause you’ve had enough drinks for tonight,” Tom simply stated. “Why don’t I take you back to your hotel?” He offered.

“I’m good, Tom.” You said “People aren’t looking, you can quit acting like you care now.”

Tom chose to ignore the last part and pulled out his phone. “I’m texting Veronica that we’re leaving.”

“Seriously, Tom, just let me be.”

“Y/N, I’m just looking out for you. You’ve had a couple of drinks already and apparently, Zoë needs you to be up and well tomorrow morning.” Tom said, the frustration was getting through him.

“Tom-”

“I’m serious, Y/N. I will carry you to my car if I have to.”

All you could do was glare at him.

“You’ve been frowning for 10 minutes now, your face is going to get tired, darling.” Tom commented as he stole a quick look at you, only to find you with the look of annoyance plastered all over your face and your arms crossed.

“I can’t believe you actually carried me! It was so embarrassing, you dickhead.” You grumbled, feeling shy since quite a few people did see his stunt and found it absolutely adorable.

“I did say that I was serious,” He pointed out as he did a shoulder-check before making a turn.

“Don’t even know why you’re driving me back to the hotel. I could’ve called someone, ‘ya know?” You were coming up with ways as to how you can avoid spending time with Tom, which was undeniably impossible since he is your boyfriend after all.

“Nonsense,” Tom pulled over at the front of the hotel, stepped out of the vehicle to give his keys to the valet and opened your door. “I would rather drive you back and know that you’re safe.” He said as he offered his hand for you to take.

You were reluctant at first, however, you still took his hand. He was being nice and you had to respect that.

Actually, you did notice that Tom was being nice within the past few weeks that you’ve started to date. Him becoming genuinely nice was starting to become a problem, especially when you’re involved with a lot of fake dating stunts.

It pulled your heartstrings in all kinds of different directions and you know it’s wrong, which is why you’re trying your best to put those feelings aside.

“Thanks Tom, I think I can handle myself from here.” You said as you carefully pulled your hand from Tom’s.

He frowned, “I have to take you up to your room, darling. Don’t you know that there are endless possibilities of what can happen to you just from the walk from the lobby to your room? Especially the lifts.”

You stared at him for a moment. “Well, I wouldn’t say I’m that paranoid but knowing you would never budge, then I guess you can walk me up to my room.” You said, not really going to fight him off. You already fought that battle earlier and you were left embarrassingly defeated.

The walk to the room was quiet, which was exactly what you needed. You were exhausted from today’s events, not to mention that you also had to wake up extremely early to get ready for your hair and makeup.

God, I can’t wait to take all of these off, You thought to yourself.

After what seemed like forever of looking for your keycard, you finally got to open your door. You turned to Tom who was leaning against the doorframe. He had the sleeves of his white button-ups rolled up to his elbows and he had a small smile plastered on his face, even though his eyes were nearly hooded from what seemed to be an exhausting day as well for him.

“Thanks again, Tommy,” you said softly. “Today must’ve been extremely exhausting for you.” You were starting to feel guilty as you felt like you made him jump through hoops just to take care of you when he had no obligation to do so.

“S’alright, darling.” He said before letting out a yawn. “Well, I best be off then. Good night, my darling.”

Tom had a couple of steps in before you shouted for his name, causing him to halt in the middle of the hallway. He turned to look at you, wondering why you called him.

“Do you wanna stay for a while? You must be exhausted and I don’t think I can live with myself if I let you drive whilst so.” You asked shyly. You weren’t heartless. You knew how to appreciate people’s efforts and right now, you had to swallow that pride of yours to show that you were thankful for Tom and his efforts.

Tom had to make sure that he heard you correctly. After all, you were the same girl who was reluctant to spend time with him for most of the time.

He had a loopy grin painted on his face. You weren’t sure whether it was meant to tease you or it’s because he’s getting sleepy, either way, it was enough to make you roll your eyes at him.

“Why are you smiling like that? Just-” You pinched the bridge of your nose, not knowing that it was possible to feel both annoyed and embarrassed at the same time. “Just stay with me for a bit so you can rest.” You mumbled the last part.

“Are you sure?” He asked for clarification. “Think I can drive for at least 30 minutes more-”

“Tom, just get in here with me.” You said as you took a hold of his hand and pulled him inside your hotel room. “If you think I’ll let you drive for half an hour when you’re nearly about to pass out then you’re dead wrong.” You pointed out as you closed the door.

“Are you getting soft on me now, Y/N?” He teased with a playful smirk on his face.

“No,” You denied, drawling out the ‘o’ as you kicked off your heels and pushed them to a side. “It’s called showing gratitude for being there for me.” You said, trying to sound casual as possible.

“Well,” Tom propped off his shoes and made his way to the bed “I like this side of you, darling.” He grinned.

You gave him a sarcastic smile before you turned your back and grabbed some change of clothes from your suitcase.

As you were in the bathroom to get yourself changed and try to get out of the bridesmaid dress, you’ve come across a tiny problem.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You hissed at yourself as you tried to unzip the back of your dress, failing miserably. “I have already prepped myself for the idea that I would be in the comfort of my sweatshirt.” You said to the mirror, not knowing where to pour the frustration running through you.

You opened the door slightly and found Tom who was sitting on the bed comfortably, his feet propped over the tower of pillows and his back rested on the bed frame.

“Tom?” He looked up from his phone to find where you called him from and when he saw you peering from the bathroom, he had his eyebrow raised. “Can you help me unzip my dress please?” You asked in a quiet voice.

“Sorry, what was that darling?” He asked and when you tried to repeat it again, not changing the volume of your voice. “Y/N, you have to speak up. Can’t hear you from here, darling.”

You sighed and opened the door wider, “Tom, can you unzip my dress?” You practically yelled. “-please.” you added awkwardly.

Tom blinked a couple of times before scrambling his way to the bathroom, muttering soft “yeah”s along the way.

As soon as he reached the bathroom frame, you quickly turned around so you could get this thing over with. Tom moved your hair to the side before finding the zipper of your dress. As he carefully unzipped your dress, you could feel the slightest touch of his fingertips grazing on your skin.

The trails of his touch sent you into shivers. God, am I that touch-starved? You thought. For you, the process was excruciatingly long. In reality? It probably only took like 30 seconds or less.

Shaking it all off, you quickly said your thanks and practically slammed the door on his face.

God, if you’re listening, I know I’m a handful but dying from embarrassment isn’t how I saw myself passing, You practically yelled to your thoughts.

After giving yourself a couple of minutes to change into your oversized sweatshirt and some sleeping shorts and also giving yourself to calm down, you grabbed your makeup wipes and made your way to the bed.

You tried your best to keep your cool and act as if nothing had happened. Act like you didn’t want the ground to swallow you whole.

You and Tom were sitting in silence: him scrolling on his phone and you trying to remove your makeup. The keyword was trying as you barely had any energy left to do anything and removing your makeup and fixing your hair felt like absolute chores.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” You asked, turning to Tom as you continued wiping your makeup off.

“Sure, whatcha got in mind?” He asked, putting his phone down and passing you the remote.

You hummed, waiting for the TV to finish loading the selections that they have on demand. “Ooh, they have Hereditary. I’ve been wanting to see the film for a while and I heard good things about the film.”

“Isn’t that a horror film?” He asked and you nodded. You could see that he was trying his hardest to assess whether he agrees with the film or not.

Of course, being the annoying person that you are, you teased Tom. “Aw, are you scared Tommy?” You cooed.

He rolled his eyes and denied your accusation. “’m not scared.”

“It’s settled then,” You grinned. “We’re watching Hereditary.”

As you were at least twenty minutes into the film, you took a quick look at Tom who was evidently engrossed with the film. You scooted a bit closer to him which he failed to notice, bringing a devilish smirk on your face. You slowly leaned in, just enough for your breath to hit his skin, and whispered “Tom” in an attempt to scare the poor guy.

Your tiny prank worked considering he practically jumped, almost making him fall off the bed. You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop laughing. “That was not funny, Y/N.” He said as he returned back to his spot, only this time, he had his head resting on the bed frame while his back was supported with the pillows.

“I beg to differ,” You said teasingly “Do you want to get room service? I’m kind of hungry.”

He just shrugged, saying that it doesn’t matter whether you want to or not. However, you were hungry and you’re not about to carry on watching the film with an empty stomach.

You quietly ordered room service as Tom was busy watching the film. He looked adorable, if you were being honest. He was hugging one of the pillows and used the same pillow to rest his chin on.

You were debating whether to wait for the food to arrive or fix your hair. Your hair was styled in a half-up braid, tiny flowers delicately placed within the braid, while the ends of your hair were curled. The hairstylist took a significantly huge amount of time to style everyone’s hair which is why you had to wake up at the crack of dawn. No wonder you were exhausted.

You chose to wait for the food instead and settled next to Tom. You two were clearly immersed with the film and you both flinched at the sound of the knock on the door as the scene of Charlie’s head rolls and turns into a ball pops up on the screen.

“Jesus christ,” You swore under your breath as you left the bed to go answer the door.

“Aw, are you scared, Y/N?” He mocked, which you rolled your eyes in response.

“Shut up, Holland. I’m not the only one who’s scared here.” You retorted.

You opened the door and thanked the staff that brought your room service, not forgetting to hand them a tip.

“I ordered strawberry and banana pancakes,” You told Tom with a childish smile.

“It’s midnight and you ordered pancakes?” He asked with an amused smile.

“I was craving pancakes,” You pouted. “We can share, you know? You didn’t tell me what you wanted so I just ordered food for myself.”

“S’alright, darling.” He answered “Don’t worry about it.”

“We can totally share, Tommy. I didn’t expect they’d give me this much so I won’t be able to finish this by myself.” You said as you showed him the huge stack of pancakes.

He just laughed and nodded, giving in because you weren’t going to let him just watch while you ate.

“Oooh, I also ordered tea because I remember that you like tea.”

He hummed as he approached you by the table. You were setting up the pancakes and tea that you ordered. “You remember, huh,” Tom mumbled softly as he watched you carefully set the teapot down.

“’course, I do.” You answered without hesitation. “You practically shunned me for drinking coffee that one time when you visited me on set.”

“Darling, you were on your third cup.”

“So? I needed caffeine.”

“If you needed caffeine, you could’ve easily had tea instead of your third cup.” Tom pointed out as he poured tea on his cup.

“Tea is for the weak,” You mumbled which earned a dramatic gasp from Tom.

“Take it back,” He said in disbelief.

“Tea is for the weak,” You repeated firmly just so you could annoy him even more, a smirk plastered on your face.

Tom pulled you in closer to him and started to tickle your waist, “I won’t stop till you take back what you said, Y/N”

You were squirming away from him, “Tom, stop,” you yelled in between giggles. “I might drop my pancakes, please.” You were trying your best not to tilt the plate and drop your food.

“Not hearing the magic words, Y/N” Tom teased in a sing-song voice.

“Okay, fine!” You gave in, laughing. “I take it back. Tea is great.”

“It is, innit?” He sighed in agreement, making you shake your head in amusement. “Don’t worry, darling, I’ll make you a great cup of tea.”

You started taking a few bites of your pancake before you sat on the edge of the bed, bringing your plate with you and had your complete focus on the screen. You and Tom were still watching Hereditary and you intend to finish the film, even if the film is starting to creep up on you.

Tom sat beside you, “How can you eat and watch this?” He asked.

You just shrugged. “I’m hungry, nothing can stop that.” You took another bite before you offered Tom the pancakes. “Do you want some?”

“Give me a bite,” He opened his mouth in response, leaning closer to you.

“Do it yourself, you big baby.” You laughed, almost handing him the plate before you realized, “Oh, I don’t think they gave us spare utensils though.”

“I can use yours, I don’t mind.”

You offered him your plate but Tom, instead of grabbing the plate, insisted on opening his mouth, insistently asking you to feed him. “Tommy, why are you acting like an actual child?!” You were joking of course, however, you can’t deny that this whole new dynamic that you two were having was refreshing to the eyes.

“C’mon, darling. Just give it” He replied and had his mouth open once again. “I’ll take the flowers and pins off your hair while you eat-”

“Alright, fair enough.” You agreed since you were getting the higher end of the deal. With the amount of hair pins on your hair? You were hitting the jackpot.

“I’ll do it if you also feed me.” Tom added.

“Eh, whatever,” You shrugged and took another bite of your pancake.

Tom stood on top of the bed so he could sit behind you, definitely on board with helping you with your hair. He sat behind you with his legs crossed, setting a comfortable position for him.

You felt the slight touch of his fingers graze on your neck, as he brought all of the hair to your back. As he ran his fingers softly through the ends of your hair, it was enough to make you yawn. You love it when someone plays with your hair, which perfectly explains why you like going to the hairdressers.

Trying to fight off the drowsiness that was slowly taking over you, you figured you’d cut a piece off of your pancake and feed it to Tom. You sliced a piece off with your fork and hovered it over your shoulder.

Soon enough, Tom generously took the bite and carried on with removing the pins and flowers that were carefully placed on your hair.

The process was going on for a couple of minutes now: you watching and feeding Tom with your shared pancakes, and Tom willingly taking out the pins out of your hair.

It also wasn’t long when another jumpscare appeared on screen, making you jump subtly. Maybe it wasn’t subtle as you thought, since Tom was snickering behind you.

“What are you laughing at? Maybe you insisted on helping me with my hair so you can hide behind me because you’re scared too.” You pointed out, being petty and all.

“Am not,” He grumbled, slightly offended. “Maybe I do wanna help.” He then outstretched his legs, saying that he can feel his leg getting numb.

You started to feel bad, since he didn’t have any obligation to do any of it. “Tommy, it’s okay. You can stop now.” You said, twisting your body so you can take a look at him.

“What? No, you’re fine, my darling.” He said turning your body upright, making you face the television again. “S’alright, you’re alright.” He muttered softly and went back to your hair.

You mumbled a soft ‘okay,’ too shy to say something else. You kept taking turns with feeding Tom the pancakes and taking a few bites yourself. You weren’t gonna lie and tell people that this, this, time with Tom was suffocating because it’s not.

This was the first time you ever felt truly comfortable with him. It truly felt like you were spending time with someone you loved. However, that idea itself terrifies you. The idea made you feel like you were walking on thin ice and you know you’re bound to sink anytime soon.

“Tom, here, take the last bite.”

Tom gratefully took the last bite and said, “Thanks, darling. Now put that plate on the table so we can prop ourselves properly on the bed.”

You obliged and as you did, you heard Tom dusting off the bed. Walking back, you saw him look so restricted with his slacks and button ups made you feel bad. He also looked so exhausted which, obviously, made you feel even more bad. “Tom, why don’t you just spend the night here?”

“I beg your pardon,” Tom cleared his throat. “Did you just suggest that I should spend the night here?”

“Y-yeah, I mean...” You trailed off. “You look exhausted and it would probably make me worry less if you did stay.”

“If it’s alright with you, then I wouldn’t mind.” He said softly, smiling.

You felt your cheeks burning and you really had to act fast. You remembered you wore your sweatpants earlier, as you were getting your hair and makeup done, and figured maybe Tom could fit in it.

“I’ve already worn this earlier but only while I was getting my makeup and hair done.” You pulled your black sweats out of your suitcase and offered it to Tom. “I’m not sure if it fits but it’s better than sleeping with slacks on right?”

“Are you trying to see me naked?” Tom smirked.

“W-what? No, you shithead.” You stammered. “I’m trying to make you feel comfortable. Also, if you are wearing nothing underneath then maybe keep the pants on and reevaluate why you went to a wedding without underwear?!” You popped off.

“Relax, Y/N, I was kidding.” He laughed, visibly amused at the look of distress on your face. ��I’ll try it on. Thank you.”

Tom stood up and began unbuckling his belt. He was about to take his pants off when he gave you a teasing smile, in which you realized that you were staring. You turned around, absolutely embarrassed, and head soft chuckles from Tom.

“Okay, I’m decent.” Tom yelled, which you took as a proper signal and turned around, only to find your sweatpants fit snugly on Tom. “It’s a bit snug, but I think I’ll manage.” He commented as he also began unbuttoning his shirt.

You weren’t going to lie and tell people that you think that Tom isn’t fit. Because he is. He is very fit. His fans know that, you know that, everyone knows that. So, would they blame you if you stared at his fit body, absolutely flustered? Of course not, because they know.

However, what they don’t know is how hard you’re trying your hardest not to stare because, you of all people, know how you don’t like when people stare at your body.

“So, whaddaya think?” He turned around and lifted his bum, asking jokingly: “Too much?”

“Eh, it could be better.” You said, playing along.

“Oh c’mon,” He groaned in exaggeration, “People think I have a great arse.” Tom pouted while he returned to his position. This time he climbed up the bed, resting his back against the headboard, and had his legs spread.

“You know what? They’re right,” You said as you climbed up the bed as well and sat between his legs again. “You do have a fabulous ass.”

“Now, you’re just saying that to flatter me so I can continue removing pins from your hair.” He mumbled softly, feeling the return of his fingers back on your hair.

“Yeah,” you sighed in content. “I’m not letting you go until every hairpin is gone, babe.” You replied, not even thinking about what you were saying. Your eyes widened. Babe? You called him babe? Bitch, you’re losing it.

You heard Tom chuckle, “Oh, so I’m “babe” now, huh?” He teased.

“That wasn’t me, that was the exhaustion talking.” You mumbled shyly, a poor attempt to mask up an excuse.

“Right,” He drawled, obviously aware that you were just making up an excuse for this dubious slip up. “S’okay though, I liked it.” He whispered on your right ear, making you squirm as you found it ticklish.

“Why-” You whipped your head back to face him, “Why would you do that, I’m ticklish, Tom”

“’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Tom laughed, “Can you please call me “babe” again?”

“No.” You replied and just heard him let out an exaggerated sigh.

You two were busy bickering and being distracted by each other, that you didn’t know that the scene you two were watching was the last scene of the film.

“Huh,” You huffed. “Wasn’t expecting that ending.”

“What’s with all the butts?” He pondered out loud.

“I don’t know but I want that image out of my head. Do you have any movie suggestions because I know you don’t like horror.” You asked Tom as you scrolled through the movie selections once again.

Tom peered from behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder, “Oh, have you seen Coco?” He asked in suggestion, seeing the movie from the list.

“The Pixar movie?” You asked and he nodded. “Nope, I haven’t yet.”

“We should watch it then,” Tom said “It’s a great movie. I was in bits when I saw it and I was on the plane then.”

“Is it that sad?” You gasped as you clicked on the movie, waiting for the screen to finish loading.

“Oh, I was full on sobbing, darling.” He confessed, his chin still resting on your shoulder.

As soon as the screen finished loading, you hit ‘play’ and said, “Well, I’m about to let a movie ruin me then.”

You were right. The movie already ruined you and you two were only half-way through. Tom had finished removing all the pins and flowers from your hair five minutes after the movie started, so he had the chance to watch the film properly.

Tom is now lying down comfortably, though he was elevated enough to watch the movie properly. You, on the other hand, are cuddling Tom. You had your head rested on his chest while he had his arm around you, his chin merely touching the top of your head.

How he managed to trick you into this you ask?

“Darling, I think you should cuddle me.” Tom requested as he ran his fingers through your hair one last time. He just finished removing all of the hairpins that managed to cause you pain and suffering all day.

“Why?” You asked appalled, not meaning to ask it with such tone.

“Because I’m shirtless and I’m cold.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have removed your shirt?”

“But it’s uncomfortable.”

“I don’t care”

“Okay, then I’ll just drive back to my hotel then, even though I’m pretty exhausted. I’m sure nothing bad will happen.” Tom sighed dramatically.

“God, you really are an actor, huh.” You snorted. “Fine, I’ll do it. I used to cuddle my friends anyway.”

“Are you friend zoning me?” He gasped, as he laid down.

“You are despicable, Holland.”

As you were half-way through the film, you can’t even remember how much you’ve cried already. You could hear the soft sniffles from the two of you as the movie progressed.

Your sniffles turned into full-on sobs when Héctor’s scene came on screen. He was singing to Chicharrón as a final ode before he passed on with no one from his family that were able to remember him.

“What the fuck is this film,” You commented in between sobs. “Why are they trying to ruin me like this?”

Tom rubbed your arm back and forth on, trying to comfort you. You were going through your packets of kleenex at rapid speed, as did Tom. You weren’t expecting to cry this much but here you are.

Tom wasn’t kidding when he said he was in bits when he saw this film.

“Tom, do you think they’ll room service us some Kleenex if we asked?” You asked him honestly, tears still spilling from your eyes. You knew your nose was red too because it started to hurt as you were continuously wiping it.

Tom laughed softly, crying too “’m not sure, darling.”

You lifted your head to take a good look at Tom, finding his eyes bloodshot red from crying and tear marks still visible from his face.

You used your thumb to wipe the tears from his face, making him laugh. “Why are you crying this much? I thought you’ve already seen the film?”

He lifted his shoulder in a half shrug, “’m not too sure. I didn’t expect I’d cry this much too.” He managed to chuckle.

“We really need to call room service for some Kleenex, Tommy.” You sniffled.

quick side note: i actually saw coco for the first time [as i wanted to stay true to what i was writing] and i was a mess. i wasn’t lying when i wrote whatever the reader went thru bc same.

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I forgot that you existed: Chapter Two

A/N: Chapter two is here. Tensed situation arising between our ex lovers. Hope you like it. Feedbacks and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Tom Holland × Singer reader

Summary : It's been more than five years since you and Tom have gone their own ways after a heartbreaking breakup which had left both of you shattered. Both of you thought that you were finally over with each other and were happy in your respective lives until you meet again at a reunion trip planned by your best friend and you realise you are still not done with each other.

Warnings: none

Mini playlist: Endgame by Taylor Swift

Music playing from car stereo

I don't wanna touch you (I don't wanna be)

Just another ex-love (You don't wanna see)

I don't wanna miss you (I don't wanna miss you)

Like the other girls do

I don't wanna hurt you (I just wanna be)

Drinkin' on a beach with (You all over me)

I know what they all say

But I ain't tryna play

I wanna be your endgame

I wanna be your first string

I wanna be your A Team

I wanna be your endgame, endgame

You leaned on Tom's shoulder as he drove the car. Your hot breath falling on his neck as you start kissing his sweet spot behind his ears as he lets out a soft moan. Your hand intertwining with his free hand resting on his thigh. "Stop it love" Tom mumbled softly.

"Tom" you said softly "Tom!" This time you called his name loudly and Tom suddenly broke out of his trance and was brought to reality it wasn't you but it was his beloved fiancee Eleanor . She straightened herself to look at him with concerned eyes "is anything wrong Tommy?"

"No love everything is fine" he reassured her

His attention went to the song playing. He frowned and said "just this song irks me, not a fan actually of such kind of songs."

"Seriously Tom, how can you not be a fan of Y/N, her songs are too good." El started gushing over you.

"Yeah I know you are a huge fan of hers but I prefer old school hip hop." Lies.

He was your biggest fan since childhood though he doesn't admit it now but he is very proud of you. Seeing you grow into such a big star makes him admire you more. After so many years he still adores you and your songs. He was nervous to meet you and be in close proximity to you for so many days. Yes he still had feelings for you and that is why your songs wreaked havoc in his mind making him feel your presence even if you were far away from his life. He sometimes feels guilty that he isn't being true to El as soon she is going to be his wife and you still reside in his heart. He can never love anyone as he did to you. El was a very humble, sweet, understanding and smart person whom he got to know through one of his friends. Soon both of them found they had a lot in common, small chats turned into dates and then to a full fledged relationship for 2 years. Dom and Nikki approved their relationship and wanted their son to settle down and finally see him happy. Tom wasn't much excited about the wedding so all the planning he left on El.

It was around noon when you three finally arrived at the beach house. You were filled with nostalgia as you had lots of fond memories connected with this place. There were a total of 5 bedrooms in the house. 2 were reserved for the couples, one for Tom and another for Harrison's other two friends Ed and Chloe, the others had to share. You liked the sea facing rooms and there were only two on the first floor. You immediately ran upstairs. You suddenly stopped in front of the first room and glanced at the empty room which once belonged to only you.

Sounds of laughter "Tom stop.. Please oh I can't breathe" you said giggling as Tom tickled you even more. You both laid on the bed and laughed. You took out your phone to take a selfie to capture this moment. Tom kissed your cheek as you clicked the photo. You threw the phone on the bed and climbed on top of him straddling him around the waist as you planted soft kisses on his forehead, his cheeks and lips. You sat back to admire him " I love you so much Tommy" . He rolled you over to be on top of you

" Love you too princess." As he connected his lips onto yours.

You brushed aside your thoughts as you went to the adjacent room and placed your luggage on the floor. Zendaya came with her luggage afterwards. It was a nice room with a queen sized bed and thankfully an attached bathroom.

"You don't snore right?" Zendaya chuckled

"Don't know about snoring but I do kick in my sleep." You laughed.

"Okay let's freshen up first then we can start unpacking our things." Z said

"Yeah you go first I need to make a call to my second mom." you chuckled.

You had three missed calls from Alex which left you wondering what was the matter. You put your airpods on and called him. You came out of the room as you started strolling in the corridor.

"Seriously you don't trust me do you? I have barely spent a day here and you have already called me three times."

"It was important the company wants you to do a concert at the beach carnival there."

"What! Dude I'm on a vacation and they expect me to do a concert."

"Yeah it will be nice for the promotion, kind of a tour actually and I think it's good only for you to keep you distracted from, you know what I mean"

"I don't know I need time to think"

"There is nothing to think the concert is on the last day of your stay so you will get to enjoy your vacation as well as do a little interaction with your fans good for your rep."

"Still I need to think Alex . I have to go for rehearsals then I need to know the whole schedule of the event. It's a lot of work."

"I'll handle those things and get you in touch with the event manager, don't worry."

You were walking backwards through the corridor as you were talking, you suddenly bumped into a solid sturdy figure, you lost your balance letting out a light shriek as you thought you were about to fall, instead you felt two strong arms catch hold of you, one hand on your back and one wrapped around your waist. You fluttered opened your eyes and your eyes were met with those familiar hazel brown eyes and loose brown curls falling over his face. Tom looked at you with concerned eyes; he himself couldn't stop admiring you. This is the closest he has come to you in the past few years. Your familiar lavender scent was intoxicating for him, he also noticed that your hair is longer than before which made you look more beautiful. You two were so lost in the moment that the whole world hazed out for you. Both felt a warm feeling inside.

But you were brought to reality as Alex started talking.

"Y/N are you there? what happened?"

You pulled away from Tom's hold as you stood straight and stuttered

"yea…Yeah I'm fine can I…Can I talk to you later? I'll think and tell you okay"

"Okay honey bye take care love you"

"Yeah bye love you too Alex"

As you turned back to Tom you both blurted out "I'm sorry"

"No no it was totally my fault I wasn't looking where I was going" you said eagerly.

"It's okay" Tom said

You purse your lips and smiled as you were about to turn to go to your room he spoke again

"By the way Hi! meeting you after a long time."

You sheepishly looked at him "yeah Hi"

"So how have you been?"

You were a little taken aback by his warm gesture because he had almost stopped talking to you after the whole breakup "I'm fine, how are you?"

"I'm fine too" . Tom was about to say something but you were interrupted by a loud shriek

"Oh My God!!! I can't believe this Y/N Y/L/N" excitement in her voice. "I'm such a huge fan of yours." She pulled you in a tight hug you didn't get the time to process what was happening as you looked wide eyed first to Tom and then to the girl.

"Oh sorry Hi I'm Eleanor you can call me El I'm Tom's fiance nice to meet you." Your eyes immediately went to the big shining rock adorning her ring finger. A tinge of jealousy creeping inside you.

"Hey! nice to meet to you too"

She turned towards Tom and asked "you guys know her ? Why didn't you ever tell me?"

Tom fumbled at his words "umm.. Yeah we have been together since childhood." He looked at you as he continued speaking "then she left and we lost touch" the last line was obviously directed to you.

"Uh ah correction it was you who lost contact because I was always in touch with the boys. By the way where are they? Can't wait to meet them."

"They will be here in any second I guess" El said

"I can't believe you know each other since childhood, he always says that he doesn't like your songs"

"Oh does he?" you looked at him quirking your eyebrow

"No I didn't say that I don't like her songs I just said it's not my type"

"Yeah yeah I know you're an old grandpa you prefer old school stuff." you said sarcastically

"You are coming to our wedding right?" El asked

You looked at Tom "umm I don't think I'm invited besides I may not have time to attend it. When is it by the way?"

"Next year in March"

"Great!! Wish you both a happy married life."

"Uh ah.. I'm not accepting your bland wishes. You are invited to our wedding and you have to sing at our reception."

"I would love to honey maybe I'll compose something specially for you guys but I don't think your husband will like that as he hates my songs" you looked at Tom

"Oh leave Tom anyways he has given me all the responsibility of planning the wedding so you are coming and that's final."

"Okay dear as you wish" you placed a hand on her cheek and smiled.

" Let's take a selfie. I really want to capture this moment," El insisted. You stood in the middle one hand on Tom's shoulder and the other on El's. You all smiled as she clicked the picture.

Suddenly there was a lot of noise of people laughing and shouting and you immediately ran down the stairs. There stood Harry, Sam, Paddy, Tuwaine in the middle of the living room. As they saw you they ran towards you and circled around you for a giant hug.

"Hey!! Y/N missed you so much so happy to see you again"

"Me too guys"

"We are going to have lots of fun this time gonna do everything we used to do when we were kids." Paddy said beaming with joy.

You smiled and you all hugged again. Your eyes went up the stairs to find Tom staring at you. You looked away as you started chatting with them. Jacob, Ed and Chloe also came in later.

………………….

Zendaya and Harrison were sitting on the couch as you kept pacing the room

"Seriously Y/N it isn't a big deal. It was just an accident stop stressing out about it."

"It is serious for me Z . The first day on my trip I fell into my ex's arms and had a moment don't know about him but it was definitely a moment for me. And then there is his fiance who is such a sweet and humble person who doesn't have any clue of what relation I share with her husband.Why did I give into your plan God only knows uggh!!!" You sat between them on the couch holding your head.

Harrison wrapped his hands around your shoulders and tried to comfort you.

"I know it's a bit weird for you to be around El due to your past with him but please for my sake try to tolerate just for 10 days."

"You have vodka right?" you asked

"Uh yeah why?" Haz looked at you confused

"I'm exclusively reserving it for me because I'm gonna need it for the next 10 days if I have to stay here." You smirked

"Tom, are we there yet can I open my eyes?"

"Patience love patience" Tom said, covering your eyes as he led you towards the beach.

It was your 16th birthday and your families had decided to celebrate on the beach house. Tom had told you that he has a surprise planned for you and you were growing impatient to know what it is. You both finally reached the spot Tom removed his hand from your eyes and you slowly opened your eyes as you saw the sea in front of you, waves thrashing on the shore. You looked around to see that he had decorated candles around you in the shape of a heart.

"Seriously this is your surprise?" you asked him confused.

"No love, the best part is yet to come."

He kneeled on his right leg as he took out a box from his pocket. He opened it to reveal a sparkling ring. He took it in his hand. He took your left hand and slid it in your ring finger and said

"Y/N Y/L/N will you be my girlfriend forever?

I liked you since childhood but didn't have the courage to say because I thought you were just a passing crush and you are my best friend and didn't want to ruin our friendship. But now I know that I feel happy when you are around, I like to spend time with you, that I love you. You don't have to say yes but I really wanted to say this to you.

Your eyes were filled with tears, you bent down and kissed him to stop him from talking anymore .Tom gets a little shocked at your sudden act but then he kisses you back. You pull back after sometime as you cup his face with your hands.

"I liked you too Tommy and yes I will be your girlfriend for lifetime.

You looked at the ring to admire it.

"I know this isn't a real diamond because I can't afford a real one right now" Tom said scratching his head

"Your love is worth more than a thousand diamonds." you said as you kissed him again

You were standing at the porch leaning on a pillar as you sipped into your cola can. You looked at the ring on your finger that Tom gave you. Out of habit you used to wear it everyday but now it's time to let go of it you thought.

"So you finally had the courage to come here." Tom said grinning.

What?! You frowned

You previously thought maybe he's over it and now you two can be on good terms but you were wrong as here he is in front of you again being all cocky.

"I mean after all these years you finally came here"

"Firstly, this is my best friend's 30th birthday so couldn't afford to miss it. Secondly stop prioritizing yourself Tom, not everybody's lives revolve around you, not mine, at least" you scoffed

"Yeah because your life's current priority is Alex right?"

Was he jealous after he heard you talking to Alex you thought in your mind.

"What? Seriously Tom" you smiled and shook your head. He is my manager and he's like an elder brother, a mentor to me. Why even am I clarifying to you? You don't owe me anything so just leave if you don't have anything else to say."

"I just came to say that stay away from El. She is my fiance."

"Yeah I know she is your fiance you posted it on Instagram dufus. I even congratulated you and I had expected a thank you from your side but never mind. "

It was three months ago you were at your LA residence enjoying an off day. You were scrolling through your Instagram. When you saw the post with the caption she said yes❤️💍. Even after your breakup you guys followed each other to avoid any kind of gossip by the tabloids. You both were very private person so you never went official with your relationship but there were rumours of you two being together which eventually died down. For the first few minutes you didn't know how to react to the whole thing. The life you once imagined for yourselves he is living it but you are no more in it. Your eyes welled up but you overcame your emotions and felt happy that at least one of you is finally going to be happy in life. You liked the picture and commented congratulations🎊❤️❤️❤️.

"And I also know that she doesn't know about me. Why didn't you tell her about me? Scared of the feelings you still have for me huh?" You smirked

"Just shut up Y/N. I hate you and that's never gonna change. And you are not gonna tell her anything okay!"

"But I love you Tommy." You grinned

Tom scoffed, rolling his eyes and frustrated he started to walk away.

You called him back "Oi!! Don't worry I'm not gonna tell her anything but I'll still advise you to go and tell her. It will be better and less awkward if she gets to know it from you rather than from anyone else. Trust is the foundation of a relationship, don't break it."

"Look who is talking about trust and relationships. It's our matter, we can handle it, don't need your advice."

"Okay cool" you gave a thumbs up

You really felt exhausted after the whole conversation putting up a no care attitude was really hard as you were totally bothered by the whole ordeal.

………………

After you and Zendaya finished unpacking your stuff she was exhausted and so decided to get some rest. You on the other hand decided to go for a stroll near the cliff. It was one of your favorite places to go. That place gave you peace and tranquility. You slid your sling bag around your shoulder and put your lyrics notebook inside it. You used to always carry that everywhere whenever you get an idea you note it down in it. You walked along the seashore feeling the cool sea breeze all over your body. You reached the cliff and took a deep breath standing on the edge. You looked over the sea the sun was setting with a golden and orange hue spread across the horizon. It was enchanting. Suddenly some ideas started coming in your head so you took out your notebook and started scribbling on it.

"What'cha writing?" You were startled by the question you looked back to see Tom climbing the cliff towards you

"What came to push me down the cliff?" You asked sarcastically

He rolled his eyes "no seriously what are you writing?"

"It's none of your business "

"Come on you can tell me about your new song"

"I can but first tell me what happens in Avengers 5?"

Tom shook his head and laughed

"What?! I'm serious I really can't wait for the movie. Are you bringing back Tony Stark or not. I still cry watching endgame."

"Marvel still doesn't trust me so can't say" he laughed as he took a deep breath and said "I really like this place".

"Yeah me too"

"I'm really happy that you came Y/N everyone missed you for the past years"

"And what about you?"

"Yeah I also did a little." You both smiled.

You are still confused at what Tom is trying to do. A few moments ago he was being all so mean and rude to you that you were almost about to have a breakdown and now he is here telling you that he missed you. What game are you trying to play with my mind Holland you thought.

You were looking away as Tom stole a glance of you. He really felt guilty, he wanted to apologize for his behavior but showing his anger towards you he thought was the only way to stay far from you. He had a lot of things to say to you but didn't know how to say he missed the time when he could say you everything without any hesitation but now things seemed very complicated for both of you.

"By the way you look beautiful with long hair. It suits you. "

You felt a warmth rising in your cheeks as you blushed. You tucked in the stray hair strands flying in the sea breeze behind your ear.

"Umm thanks you look handsome too as always." You smiled awkwardly

Both looked at each other for a moment then you broke the silence "umm okay then I think I should get going see you around"

"Yeah sure" Tom nodded

You turned to go as Tom called you "Y/N! I'm really happy for you. I really am."

You turned and smiled softly "the feeling is mutual Holland".

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wazzupmrstark · 5 years

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We’re Only Kidding Ourselves- Part Nine || Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: sorry this part is hella short but this week has been hectic and I wanted to post something anyway! Also sorry there’s no smut in this part bc sex when one person is fucked up and the other isn’t is not cool (also I didn’t feel like it was the right time but that’s besides the point) but it will happen! Eventually!

Prompt: Enemies to lovers au (from @marvelellie‘s 1k writing challenge!!)

Summary: You work as a production assistant for the Spider-Man: Far From Home crew, or rather as Tom Holland’s handler. The two of you don’t get along very well to say the least, but you won’t quit and he can’t fire you so you’re stuck with each other.

Warnings: swearing, angst (but when isn’t there), mentions of sex, vomit (sorry y’all)

What I listened to while writing: beerbongs and bentleys + the Black Panther Soundtrack bc parties...ya know

Word Count: 1.7k sorry it’s so short (title of ur sex tape)

You were already on board to get tipsy, but after watching Tom’s dance moves, you were ready to get shitfaced. The best word to describe his dancing was: white. But he was making an effort, and you respected that.

The bartender looked pleased to see you again. “Another round?” he asked, already reaching for the rum.

“How’d you know?” you teased.

“Lucky guess.” He grinned. His smile was equally as dazzling as the diamond studs in his ears. He poured your drink, capped the rum, and slid the glass across the bar, western movie style. You caught it with ease. “So you’re here with the group that rented out the bar?” You cocked your head at his accent. He was American and it made you wonder why he was all the way across the world working in a club in Italy.

“Yeah that’s us unfortunately.”

He made a face. “Why unfortunately?”

“The event’s mandatory for staff.”

“At least there’s free booze.”

You shrugged. “I’m not sure if I’m actually supposed to be drinking,” you admitted and flashed him your PA pass.

“Well I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

“Thanks,” you raised your glass to him and took a sip. You struggled not to make a face. Shit was strong.

“I don’t think I got your name,” he continued.

“It’s y/n.”

“D.J., nice to meet you.”

You grinned. “Likewise. It’s kind of ironic that you’re behind the bar.”

“Never heard that one before,” D.J. chuckled with a smirk. “So how long are you in Venice for?”

“Until the 5th.”

“Hey, if you’re not busy after this-”

You were distracted from whatever D.J. was saying by a cold hand on the small of your back and you jumped, but relaxed when you saw it was just Haz.

“Did you get the drinks?” he asked expectantly. You were confused. He hadn’t asked you to get him any drinks. He’d abandoned you at the door like ten minutes ago. He was smiling at you warmly, but it didn’t meet his eyes.

You stared at him blankly. “You didn’t ask me to get you anything.”

Haz looked at D.J. and chuckled. “She’s already had too much to drink, going and forgetting why she came over here. I’ll just take this one from you, love.” He took the glass from your hands and brought it to his own lips.

As soon as Haz called you ‘love’ D.J. stiffened. Sure was an English saying, but D.J. didn’t know what context Harrison was using it in. Haz didn’t call you love very often and it was the worst possible time he could’ve. Now things were awkward.

“Do you want another one?” D.J. asked you.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Haz went ahead and answered for you. “She’s good, thanks mate.”

You took a deep breath to keep yourself from exploding on the spot and dragged Harrison by the sleeve of his jacket back into the crowd out of earshot from D.J..

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Are you serious?” Harrison asked, equally angry.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?

“Please, y/n, he’s a bartender in one of the biggest tourist destinations in the world. He’s only looking for a quick fuck.”

“And who says that’s not what I’m looking for?” you demanded.

Harrison looked embarrassed. “It’s just not like you.”

“Why, because women can’t have one night stands?”

“No that’s not what,”

“And I need you to fight my battles for me?

“No, y/n-”

“Listen, I haven’t been laid for months because I’ve been working for your best friend, a twenty-two year old child, who takes up my entire fucking life! Do you know what that does to a person? So maybe when I get the opportunity to have my brains fucked out by a stranger I want to take it!”

“Can you lower your voice?”

You let go of his arm. “Yeah, whatever. But next time you ditch me at the door don’t interrupt me when someone starts acting interested.”

You stalked past him, bumping his shoulder and made your way back to the bar where you ordered another drink for yourself. D.J. didn’t hesitate to pour it for you.

It wasn’t the first time Harrison had done something like that and you always figured he was just a protective friend, but his timing was terrible. You didn’t let his weird behavior throw you off for too long though, because the alcohol was finally starting to take the edge off and Zendaya was beckoning you over to dance with her and who were you to deny her?

Z grabbed you by the hand and twirled you around making the world spin around you. You giggled and stumbled into her but she was there to steady you. You danced side by side to the beat, conscious of all the eyes on Zendaya and D.J.’s eyes on you. Light refracted off of the sequins on your dress like a disco ball bouncing all over the room, drawing attention. Zendaya was a much better dancer than you. Hell, she was professionally trained. Maybe you should have been intimidated, but you were having too much fun.

You couldn’t really think straight, but if you could you’d probably be in disbelief that you were having the time of your life with Zendaya in a club in Venice. You were a lucky bitch.

Everyone at the party was absolutely cleaning out the bar. People lost their shit for free alcohol and had zero regard for the inevitable hangover they’d all have tomorrow. Tom was going at a steady pace, tipsy, but not quite drunk yet. You weren’t sure if he was trying to avoid getting sloppy at a press event, or if he was just unaffected by what he’d already drank. You knew the boy could drink. He and Haz were the opposites of lightweights, unlike yourself. Their English blood allowed for them to consume enormous quantities of alcohol with little to no consequences, which meant that they must’ve really gone buckwild in Prague. You were supposed to be keeping an eye on Tom, but at this point you were more gone than he was.

“Aye, might want to slow down,” Tom advised, taking a glass out of your hands somewhere around round four.

“And you might want to fuck off,” you slurred.

“Yeah, I’m not giving this back,” he scoffed and brought the vodka cran to his own mouth. What was it with these boys and them taking your drinks for themselves?

“Wait no, Tom-Tommy,” you pleaded “please?”

Tom paused the glass at his lips and raised his eyebrows at the nickname, but you weren’t even aware you’d said it. He chugged the rest in one go and you gulped as you watched him. You stood in front of him with your arms crossed. “Wanna dance?”

“Not really,” you pouted.

“Come on,” he laughed and pulled you to the dance floor.

“Tom!” you protested, but he swung you around by the hand, spinning you out and back to him. He caught you with his chest, bringing his other hand to your hips as he swayed you to the beat.

“What if people take pictures?” you whispered.

He shrugged. “They won’t. And even if they did, people can dance with friends.”

“But we’re not friends,” you reminded him.

“Right,” he amended through a tight lipped smile. “Well, people can dance with strangers.”

You let him sway you to a few more songs in the dim light. It was kind of pleasant. He did all of the work. His hands were soft and gentle on your body. If only he wasn’t such an asshole.

“The silver looks nice on you,” Tom whispered into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine despite how hard you fought it.

“Is this your way of saying you’re always right?”

He smirked down at you. “Just take the compliment.”

After the third song you started feeling sweaty. The room was spinning- and not in a good way anymore. You laid your head on Tom’s chest and closed your eyes, willing it to stop.

“You okay?” Tom asked, pulling back and gripping you by the shoulders.

“I don’t feel very good,” you said and watched Tom’s face go white as a sheet. “Mr. Stark.”

“That’s not even the line,” Tom rolled his eyes and chuckled at your bad attempt at a joke, but stopped laughing when you actually gagged. “Okay, let’s get you out of here,” he urged and pushed you through the crowd out into the fresh air.

As soon as you were outside you beelined towards the bushes hunched over them, retching. Tom winced, came up behind you and twisted your hair back between his fingers, rubbing your shoulder soothingly. The action surprised you, but you didn’t push him away.

He stayed with you as you hurled. Tears were streaming from your eyes, but he just spoke to you softly saying it was okay, you’re going to be okay, and that everything would be okay. You straightened and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” you groaned.

“Don’t worry about it,” he shrugged. ”Happens to the best of us.”

“God, I was supposed to be working tonight, not getting plastered.”

“Why...did you get so wasted?” Tom asked hesitantly. You didn’t answer right away. “Was it to get enough courage to sleep with that bartender?”

You whipped your head around so fast it made you nauseous all over again. “How is that your business?”

“We share a room.” He had a point.

“I mean, I don’t know. Maybe? Why does anyone drink?” you weren’t sure why you were admitting all of this to him, but you couldn’t say it didn’t have anything to do with the alcohol.

“To forget,” Tom said casually, catching you by surprise.

You didn’t know how to respond so you just cleared your throat. “You should get back inside, Spider-man.”

“I’m not leaving you out here by yourself, y/n.” He watched you sit on the edge of a brick planter, arms crossed.

“Then send Haz or Harry out, you have to go back to the party you’re the, the-”

“The golden boy?”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Absolutely not,” he smiled. “They’ll be fine for a few minutes without me. Here, let me get you back to the room.”

“No, Tom I need to stay,” you argued weakly.

“You’re in no condition to.”

“Why are you acting like you care about me?”

“Who said I didn’t?”

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hazandholland · 5 years

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Cafe at the Corner of the Block

Written by Christina

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1986

A/N: Hey guys! It’s been a long time since I’ve written, and I’m sorry. University life has been kicking my butt, tbh. I just finished finals week, so I’m hoping to get some more writing in over winter break. I’m sorry if this is crap. I got the idea while watching “Numb3rs”, which I’ve recently become obsessed with, so I decided to write a Detective!Tom AU. Enjoy!

Tom growled and slammed the file down on the desk. The smack of the papers hitting the flat surface made his best friend jump. The tan-skinned man jumped, nearly spilling the coffee he held. He sighed when his nerves settled down, shaking his head.

“Come on, man,” He said, exasperated. “Don’t do that. You know that scares me.”

Tom jabbed a finger at the board that was littered in pictures, maps and red string. He was in a small briefing room in the middle of a New York City precinct. He was with his detective buddy, working on a recent mafia case. It was proving to be a tough one to crack. And it was driving Tom crazy.

“I can’t figure out where in the world they are,” he growled, clenching his jaw and putting his hands on his hips in frustration. The motion made one of the sleeves that was rolled up to his elbows slip and fall down to his wrist. He growled again and jammed the sleeve back up to his elbow before yanking a photo off the board.

“Rigelletto was here,” Tom said, shaking the photo of the dock in his hand. “That’s what Urich said. 12:03pm. That’s when he called us.”

“Yeah,” The man’s best friend said, taking a swig of his coffee. He made a face and glanced at the drink. “Did you make the coffee?”

“Yeah, why,” Tom snapped, yanking off another photo. “Then Urich said they were supposed to meet here, at Mel’s Diner at 12:30pm.”

“It’s really weak,” The man said. He set the cup down on the table.

“Shut up,” Tom said. “If I made it the way I like it, you would complain anyway.”

“Yeah,” The man said, as if it was obvious. He stood up and waddled to Tom. “Because I’m not a weirdo who likes a whole can of coffee in my cup.”

“It’s not a whole can!” Tom snapped.

“Well, it certainly tastes like it.”

“Shut up, man,” Tom groaned. He ran his fingers through his brown curls, messing them up even more. One of them fell over his forehead. He stopped and stared at the board, scanning over the information again. The other man stood next to Tom, crossing his arms and staring at the board as well.

“Maybe Rigelletto just decided to bail. Wouldn’t be uncommon. Mobsters do it all the time.”

“Yeah, but we know that Rigelletto always meets Urich,” Tom argued. “He’s never just not shown up before.”

“First time for everything,” The man said. Tom sighed.

“Where are they hiding the money,” Tom whispered, scanning the photos for the umpteenth time.

“My guess stays the same,” The other man said.

Tom groaned in irritation. “It’s not in a secret underground tunnel!”

“I got rid of that theory a long time ago. It’s obviously hidden in plain sight but the only way you can find it is if you crack the cipher hidden on the back of the Constitution.”

Tom stared at his friend.

“Jacob,” Tom said, licking his lips. “How did you become detective?”

“They liked my dashing good looks and killer wit.”

Tom snorted.

“Don’t laugh,” Jacob said, smacking Tom on the arm. “It’s rude.”

“Whatever, man,” Tom said, shaking his head. He glanced at the photos again. A moment of silence passed before Jacob nudged Tom in the arm.

“Why don’t you get some lunch or something?” Jacob suggested nonchalantly.

“I’m fine,” Tom snapped.

“Man, just take twenty minutes,” Jacob insisted.”Get something quick from the deli down the block and come right back here.”

“Why don’t you get it?”

“I’ve gotten lunch the past three weeks. Your turn.”

Tom sighed. “Give me twenty and I’ll go.”

“No,” Jacob shook his head. “It’s the deli on the corner, Tommy. Five bucks is enough for what I want.”

Tom glared at Jacob. “Don’t call me Tommy.”

Jacob rolled his eyes before fishing in his pockets to find a five dollar bill. He found one and held it out to his friend with a bright smile. “A number two with extra mayo, please.”

Tom sighed and grabbed the bill. He pulled the suit jacket off the chair next to Jacob, where Tom had been sitting earlier, and slipped over his shoulders. He checked his pockets to make sure he had his wallet and phone. He clipped the gold police on his belt buckle and walked to the table where his gun was sitting. He pushed the gun into his shoulder holster, instantly feeling better when the heavy, cold metal pressed against his ribs. He pulled the jacket over the holster and slipped on his aviator sunglasses. He gave Jacob a half-hearted salute before opening the door and stepping out.

“Thanks, Tommy!” Jacob shouted gleefully as soon as Tom was about to close the door. Tom stopped and wheeled around, pulling his glasses off and jabbing a finger at Jacob to make a cutting remark.

“Detective Holland,” A crisp voice said. “Out to lunch, are we?” Tom stopped and straightened immediately. He adjusted his jacket.

“Yes, sir,” Tom said politely, nodding. He glanced at the police chief. The man’s trim dark goatee outlined the smirk the man had on his face. “Do you want anything, Chief Downey?”

“No, I’m good. Thanks, kid,” The police chief answered, smiling. He walked toward Tom and clapped him on the back. Tom grunted at the impact. “Ah, Detective Balaton. How are you?”

“Doing very well, Mr. Downey, sir,” Jacob answered brightly. The chief smiled.

“We’ve been over this. Call me Robert, Jacob,” The man said, smiling.

“Right, sir. Sorry, sir. I mean, Mr. Robert,” Jacob said cheerfully. Tom bit back a groan at his friend’s politeness.

“Whatever floats your boat, kid,” The chief said. He slapped Tom on the back one last time before walking down the hallway to the main area. “Avengers! Assemble!” The police chief’s voice rang throughout the large space. Tom heard a low chuckle from the other officers.

“All due respect, sir,” A voice said. “I don’t think calling ourselves The Avengers is a good idea.”

“You’re the one that came up with it, Evans.”

“In my defense, sir, I drunk.”

“Well, Commissioner Lee liked it, so we’re sticking with it.”

Tom rolled his eyes, waved again to Jacob then set out to the diner at the corner of the block.

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You sighed, pushing back the strand of hair that fell over your eye. You flashed a bright smile.

“That will be $27.74,” You said cheerfully, eyeing the man and his family. The man gave a small smile back and handed you his card. You quickly ran the payment, reading the card before handing it back. “Thank you so much for your time, Mr. Faucher. Have a good day!” When the man and his family left, holding the plastic number tab indicating their order, you glanced around, seeing if anyone needed help. There wasn’t anyone in sight, so you scurried through the swinging metal doors to the kitchen, knowing there was a large pile of dirty dishes waiting for you.

The cafe was small, but it was a decent job. Paid well, hours were good and your boss was nice. You dealt with weird people, but that came with the territory of being in New York City. And besides, you didn’t really want to make a career out of this job, anyway. You just needed something to pay the bills until you could do what you truly loved to do. You began to wash the dishes, trying to get all them spotless. A few plates in, a loud dinging rang through the kitchen. You quickly finished washing the plate you were on.

“Be right with you!” You shouted towards the front as you dried the plate. You darted through the swinging metal doors. What you saw took your breath away. It was a man. A very, very attractive man in a suit. He had brown curls that looked as if he had constantly running his fingers through them and rich brown eyes. He was leaning against the counter, his suit jacket tugging against his large biceps. You gulped, forcing a smile on your face despite the butterflies flying in your stomach.

“Hi,” You said, stepping to the register. “What can I get going for you today?” The man quickly scanned you before smiling a little.

“An order to go. For me and my friend,” He answered, with a slight accent.

You nodded. “Okay. And what would that be?”

He rattled off the order, and you almost forgot to put it into the register because he was just so good-looking. You frantically typed in the order and pushed the button to run the payment.

“That would be $10.35,” You said politely. You risked gazing into his eyes and instantly got lost. They were so rich and warm. He stared back. There was a few moments of silence before you were able to take the cash from his hand, sorted out the change and held out the coins in a shaking hand. The man shook his head, gently closing your fingers. His fingers were a little calloused and rough, but smooth and soft at the same time. They were also very warm. You felt electricity shoot up your arm at the contact.

“Keep the change,” He said, smiling a little. You smiled back and nodded, dropping the coins into the small tip jar. The coins clattered loudly.

“Thank you,” You said.

“You’re welcome,” The man paused as he scanned you again, his gaze stopping at your chest. You stiffened a little. “Y/N.” Oh, he was just reading your name tag. You relaxed a little.

“Well, you know my name,” You said. “Do I get to know yours?”

“Tom,” He answered, his accent getting thicker.

“I have to ask,” You said, instantly feeling embarrassed about what you were going to inquire.

“My accent?” The man asked, smirking.

You smiled sheepishly and nodded.

“I was born and raised in London,” Tom answered. “Never could quite shake off the accent.” He dropped his gaze and focused on the counter, running his finger in imaginary patterns over the surface.

“You were born in London?” You asked. An attractive British boy was talking to you? To you?! Oh, no way.

Tom chuckled. “Yes.” He glanced at you again. “What about you? If you don’t mind me asking, are you from here?”

You shook your head. “Just moved here a couple years ago. Decided to go to school here.”

“School?” Tom asked. You nodded. Before you could say more, the chef called out Tom’s order. You hurried to the pickup window and grabbed the brown bag holding the man’s food. You walked back to Tom, making sure to keep both hands on the bag so you wouldn’t drop it.

“Here you go!” You said cheerfully, sliding the back across the counter. Tom smiled and nodded his thanks. He grabbed the bag and his fingers brushed yours again. The touch made a shock go through your arm. Your fingers lingered there, both holding the bag, fingertips touching ever so slightly. Eventually, the two of you withdrew, albeit reluctantly.

“Actually,” Tom said, running his finger over the bag. “Do you mind if I call my friend and have him eat here with me?”

You nodded. “Yeah, do whatever you want. Fine with me.” You smiled.

Tom smiled and shook his head, a blush rising to his cheeks.

“I meant, would you be okay if I had lunch with you?” He asked. He gave you a textbook puppy-eyed look. Your heart melted. “My friend would have to join us though, since I have his food.” You blinked a few times, unsure whether you heard him right.

“You want me to have lunch with you?” You repeated.

Tom nodded. “Yeah. I’m kind of having a rough day at work and I, just, It’s been nice talking to you.”

You smiled. “Sure.”

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killer-barnes · 7 years

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Are You Okay?

Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: After a stressful day of work, Tom needs the Reader for some love and snuggles.

Word count: 1,048

Warnings: language, stressed!Tom, fluff, sad stuff, sub!Tom (Let me know if I missed any!)

A/N: When you have a bunch of college shit, but write fanfic instead, *holla*. For some reason, I had trouble writing the beginning ?? But for the anon that requested, hopefully you like it! *I apologize for those who are hit with Tom feels. Anywho, feedback is always welcomed/appreciated. Enjoy reading!

Since it was your day off from work, you stuck around the apartment you and Tom shared.

Cleaning, doing laundry, and getting groceries filled up most of the day.

You couldn’t find anything to do, so that was your last resort.

Plus, what’s better than a clean, organized home?

Even though you hated it, someone has to do it and Tom would be exhausted by the time he got home anyways.

After finishing your last task of putting all the groceries away into the respectful areas, you decided to take a break for a while and chill on the couch.

Tom wouldn’t be home for another couple of hours, so you could relax before you had to think about what to make for dinner.

However, while trying to pick a show to watch, you got distracted by your thoughts of Tom and his crazy work schedule.

He’s been working so fucking hard and never gets a break.

I realize that comes with the job, but everyone deserves a break, right?

Maybe I’ll have a chat with him when he gets home…

Soon enough, a few hours pass and you shook away your thoughts to put your focus into making a nice dinner for your equally as nice boyfriend.

Grabbing a random and worn out cookbook that you’ve had for god knows how long, you search through it, wondering what sounds appetizing.

You always had trouble making decisions, which is why Tom made the dinner half the time.

Settling on a delicious pasta dish, you take note of the ingredients and grab everything you’ll need from the fridge and pantry.

It’s not like you were the best cook, but you tried your hardest.

You did make a mean grilled cheese though, well at least to Tom.

Checking the time, you have about another hour before he comes home, so you take your time stirring and adding certain spices to the sauce.

He better like this…

You anxiously thought.

As you’re setting the finishing touches on both of your dishes, you hear the front door open, indicating that Tom has arrived.

Hearing his feet slowly drag against the floor, you see him enter the kitchen looking disheveled and tired.

“Hey, babe. How was wor-”

Your voice was caught in your throat as Tom tiredly grabs a bottle of water and grudges towards your shared bedroom without a single word.

Okay, well, that’s odd.

He always hugs you or gives you a peck on the cheek when he returns from work.

Am I being paranoid?

Probably.

Carefully putting your guys’ dinner into storage containers and setting them in the fridge, you walk towards the bedroom to check up on Tom.

Seeing as the door is shut, you argue with yourself if you should really disturb him, knowing the amount of stress he’s been having lately.

Pushing those thoughts aside, you slowly knock on the door and open it whispering, “Tom, babe? How was work? I’ve made us some din-”

You stop in your tracks as you see him laying on the bed, his back towards you.

Thinking he’s sleeping, you slowly sneak up behind him.

Careful not to disrupt Tom, you come behind him and lay on the bed, being the big spoon to his little spoon.

He loved it when you did that.

(And you loved it too, honestly).

Upon snuggling up against his back, you hear what sounded like a whimper come from his mouth.

Lifting your head to inspect, you see his eyes are still closed.

Thinking it was a bad dream, you go back to snuggling, but it’s interrupted again with a sniffle.

Alright, enough of this shit.

“Tom, what’s going on? Are you okay?” You whispered against his ear, softly.

That’s what made him break.

Those three words.

Are you okay.

He starts sobbing and shaking uncontrollably, leaving you in shock.

Turning him over to face you, you see tears streaming and a little bit of snot forming under his nose.

Hushing him, you pull Tom into your lap, which he eagerly clings onto.

“Tommy, baby. You’re worrying me. Tell me what’s going on or I can’t help you.”

Not wanting to comment, he tightens his grip around your waist, while his sobs die down to cries.

He’s wetting your t-shirt with his tears, but you don’t really give a shit right now.

God, I knew he would break at some point…

Dammit.

Running your hands through his hair, you feel him visibly slump further into your lap, finally calming himself down.

You knew he always needed the head rubs in order to calm down.

You loved feathering your hands through those thick, chocolate brown curls anyways.

It brought you a sense of calmness as well, especially once you see him calming down.

Once a few minutes pass, you feel him take a shaky breath and plays with your hand that is wrapped securely around his middle.

“I-I’m s-sorry, Y/N.”

Snapping your head in his direction, you think to yourself.

Now, why the fuck would he apologize?

“Baby, there’s no reason to apologize. Why are you?” You reply, intertwining his rough, lanky hands with your soft ones.

“I-I, I just-” he whimpers with tears brimming his eyes again, adding, “I-I’m sorry about the d-dinner I know you worked so hard a-and it looks so good, baby.”

Wiping away at the stray tears, Tom leans against your chest.

“C-can we just stay like t-this please?”

I can’t stand seeing him like this…

Kissing his temple, you look at him with worried, but comforting eyes.

“Of course, baby. Whatever you need. I will always be here, okay? We can order takeout too from your favorite place. How does that sound?”

Snuggling into the crook of your neck, he whispers, tickling your skin, “a-are you sure? We don’t have to-”

“Ah, ah. We’re going to, I insist. We can save the dinner I made for another night. Okay, baby?”

Hearing him sigh, he softly replies, “okay.”

After a couple of minutes, Tom shifts his face towards yours and looking at you with loving eyes, he asks, “h-hey, Y/N?”

Turning to his red stained, puffy face, you stroke his cheek, “hmm?”

“I love you.“

Smiling, you peck his soft, puffy lips.

“And I love you.”

The both of you stayed in the same position until you knew Tom had fallen asleep.

You continued to thread your fingers through his hair until you too slipped into a deep, warm sleep, smelling Tom’s lingering scent throughout your dreams.

A/N: This was short, but hey, ya gotta do what ya gotta do to get by, m’friends. Let me know your thoughts/any constructive criticism you may have! P.S. this was my first Tom Holland imagine. Thanks for reading, my homies.

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spidernerdsblog · 4 years

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I forgot that you existed: Chapter Three

A/N : Chapter three is here. It’s a little bit longer than the previous chapters got a little carried away. Things are getting little steamy between our ex lovers. In this chapter I have incorporated some other songs felt it will go with the situation the songs go side by side with the scenes as you read. Hope you like it. Feedback and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Tom Holland × Singer reader

Summary: It's been more than five years since you and Tom have gone their own ways after a heartbreaking breakup which had left both of you shattered. Both of you thought that you were finally over with each other and were happy in your respective lives until you meet again at a reunion trip planned by your best friend and you realize you are still not done with each other.

Warnings: mild cursing

Mini playlist: It’s nice to have a friend by Taylor Swift, Physical by Dua Lipa, Into you by Ariana Grande

In the evening a barbeque was arranged. All were enjoying chatting, eating and drinking. You occasionally glanced towards Tom and El all cuddled up. When suddenly Paddy called you

“Hey Y/N it’s been so many years didn’t hear you sing”

“Then how are my albums selling if I’m not singing Pads” you joked giving a surprised look

“I meant up close live like you used to do”

“Yes Y/N please sing something I always wanted to go to your concerts but never got the opportunity” El insisted

“But I don’t have my guitar or any kind of instruments”

“That’s not a problem we have your old guitar wait a minute let me get that” Ed got up to bring it.

“You still have that?”

“yeah Tom insisted to keep it here” Harrison said.Tom and you looked at each other.

“Okay this song is totally dedicated to you guys and please no posting in your social media accounts because this will be in my next album too, the music company will kill me.” You joked. You tuned in the guitar and started playing

School bell rings, walk me home Sidewalk chalk covered in snow Lost my gloves, you give me one "Wanna hang out?" Yeah, sounds like fun Video games, you pass me a note Sleeping in tents

It's nice to have a friend (Ooh) It's nice to have a friend (Ooh)

Zendaya leaned her head on your shoulder you smiled at her.

Light pink sky up on the roof Sun sinks down, no curfew Twenty questions, we tell the truth You've been stressed out lately? Yeah, me too Something gave you the nerve To touch my hand

It's nice to have a friend (Ooh) It's nice to have a friend (Ooh)

Harrison got up from his seat and grabbed your shoulder from the back giving you a hug as you sang.

Church bells ring, carry me home Rice on the ground looks like snow Call my bluff, call you "babe" Have my back, yeah, everyday Feels like home, stay in bed The whole weekend

It's nice to have a friend (Ooh) It's nice to have a friend (Ooh) It's nice to have a friend (Ooh)

It was an emotional moment for all of you as everyone gathered around you for a giant hug though Tom kept his distance.

“Okay enough of tears. Tomorrow is going to be a fun day because its beach day.” Harrison announced. Everyone cheered.

“So better we all get a goodnight’s sleep”

You were a late riser when you are on a holiday so when you woke up Zendaya was already dressed for the beach day

“Good morning sleeping beauty”

“Morning” you mumbled

“So excited for today?”

“Totally!!”

“Then get your ass out of the bed and freshen up”

“Yeah” you rubbed your eyes

“I'm going downstairs to check what others are upto don't fall asleep in the bathroom.”

“Okay”

You got up and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth and then have a shower . The cool water relieved your muscles instantly .

Paddy, Jacob and Ed were busy setting up the table. Harry and Chloe were helping Sam in the kitchen.

“What's up boys?”

“Breakfast is almost ready”, Sam said, tossing the ingredients in the fry pan.

“The food looks so delicious gotta take a picture will make a perfect story. Oh shit I forgot my phone.”

Tom was coming down the stairs as Zendaya stopped him.

“Hey Tom can you please go and tell Y/N to bring my phone with her when she comes downstairs.?”

Tom hesitated to go but eventually agreed .. "yeah okay"

You came out of the bathroom all fresh a towel wrapped around your body. As you started humming a song and drying your hair with a blow dryer.

Tom stood in front of your room. He really had a bad habit of not knocking before coming into your room since childhood so out of habit he just opened the door.

As the door flung open. You shrieked, clutching your towel tightly.

“Oh my god!!! What the fuck Tom!!!”

Tom couldn't help but stare at you in a towel hair all wet, beads of water dripping down the ends. Your smooth skin glowing in the sunlight coming from the windows giving you an ethereal look.

“Stop staring you creep and close the fucking door!!!” You yelled again.

Tom was startled as he closed the door behind him.

“Seriously” you huffed “I said to close the door and leave not to come inside you idiot!!”

“It's in a way your fault why didn't you lock the door?” Tom quipped back

“What!! After all these years you couldn't learn the basic manner of knocking the door before entering someone's room. And it's my fault?”

“Okay I'm sorry calm down I just came to convey Z's message she said you to bring her phone as she forgot to take it with her that's all.”

“The message has been received and now you may leave I have gotta get dressed”

Something went across Tom's mind as he gave you a mischievous look "what if I don't?"

‘What do you mean?” You were confused

“I meant this isn't the first time I have seen you like this, actually seen more than that.” He winked.”Then why so shy to change infront of me now?”

You narrowed your eyes," you think this is funny Holland?"

“Whatever you think princess.” he grinned

Tom was testing your patience but you weren't the one to give up so easily . So you decided to play along with his dangerous game.

"You know what I actually don't mind either ." you smirked. "But I don't think El would be quite pleased to see her would be husband with his ex just in a towel."

You started walking towards him with a sultry look in your eyes, your hand grabbed the tucked end of the towel as you motioned to remove it from your body. Tom was stunned by your answer little did he expect you would say that. Inappropriate thoughts started to hover in his mind but half of his mind reminded him it is wrong he's engaged to El and he can't break her trust. Tom shut his eyes and turned his back towards you as he opened the door and left closing it behind . You shook your head and laughed at how flustered he looked. You quickly got ready putting on your shorts and an off shoulder crop top.

You came downstairs, breakfast was already served. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and toast instantly made you hungry. There were freshly baked muffins too.

“Here you go rock star.” Chloe handed you your plate of food.

“Thanks darlo” you cooed

You bite into your muffin as you get lost in its flavors.

"mmmmph.. I think I had a foodgasm" you giggled as others also started laughing.

“How do you cook so tasty food Sam? it's too good. I missed this so much”

“Glad you liked it Y/N”

You went to pick up another piece of muffin from the plate on the table as you were interrupted by another hand. It was Tom. You looked at him.

"Umm.. ladies first" He said moving his hand.

You took your piece and went to chat with others.

Tom's eyes followed you thinking of how unbothered you were after the little stunt that you pulled off a while ago.

“Yo man where are you lost at” Jacob broke his train of thoughts

“Nothing bro” tom shook his head

“Where's El?”

“Oh she's getting ready will be down in a minute.”

..................................

Finally you were all on the beach. The weather was perfect and you can't wait to go surfing after so many years. You spread your towel on the chair and put your bag on it. You grab your sunscreen lotion and apply it to your exposed areas. As you heard El calling sweetly. She looked gorgeous in bikini top and a sharong.

“Tommy can you please help me apply the lotion on my back.”

“Sure darling.” Tom took the lotion and started applying it to her back.

You kept looking as you smiled, eyes furrowed.

"Typical" you heard Zendaya saying and looked at her as she rolled her eyes.

"I find it cute though" you winked as both of you started giggling.

Tom looked at both of you scrunching his face as he understood why you both were laughing.

You then spoke loudly to grab everyone's attention "are we going for surfing or not because the water will not come to us we have to go to the water! Or are we here just to apply sunscreen and get tanned" you gave a side look, that was enough to get on Tom's nerve, your revenge taken for the morning fiasco.

Zendaya gaped at you with a smile. "You are such a bitch" she lightly punches your arm giggling.

“Wasn't that the plan?” You raised your brow

“Don't get so cranky grandma we are going for surfing. Let me get the surf boards first” Harrison said.

“Do it fast.”

“Hey El you’re not coming?”

“Oh no I can’t surf”

“Tom can teach you, can’t you Tom?”

“Oh no it’s ok we have come to enjoy don’t want him to give surfing lessons instead of enjoying I can learn afterwards as he’s going to be there for me forever”

“You are really a sweet girl El I really like you. Tom is really lucky to have you”

“Thanks” she giggled shyly as she hold on to Tom’s hands.

You felt really good surfing after a long time. You made Harry click some good Instagramable pictures of yours while surfing. You were all wet when you came on the shore, clothes sticking to your body. You raised your hands above your head and stretched your body. When you heard someone say

“Nice tattoo”

You looked at the man with flowy dark brown hair and indigo eyes. He was tall with a broad chest and well defined abs . You glanced at your tattoo on the left side of your hip and then looked at him

"Umm thanks" you furrowed your eyes smiling.

“Solo trip?”

"Oh no with my mates they are over there" you pointed towards your group.

“ Oh great!! By the way I'm Steve.. Steve Johnson and I know who you are. Big fan of your works.”

“Thank you” you smiled shyly

“I really like your tattoo”

“You like my tattoo or is there something else you like ?” You narrowed your eyes grinning.

"Yeah I like you too by the way" he scratched his head giving a goofy smile looking down his feet then to you.

You shook your head and laughed

“But still what is the meaning behind it?”

"Nothing special. I just liked the design and I had a scar over there so I had to cover it up." That wasn't the actual story behind it and you knew it very well.

Tom was with El listening to her chatter but all his attention was in your conversation with Steve. And he knew that the tattoo on your hip was there for a special reason not for any mere scar.

Happy first anniversary to us. You clinked your champagne glasses together. It's been one year since Tom proposed you to be his girlfriend. Tom had decided to have a candlelight dinner with you at his house. He had cooked your favorite dishes. After dinner you both sat down on the all couch cuddled up to binge watch star wars movies.

“Y/N?”

“Hmmm”

“Please never leave me even if I am being an asshole to you sometimes. Please don't ever leave me”

“I'll always be there for you dummy.” You messed his hair. “Besides who else will tolerate your tantrums other than me.”

“Pinky promise?”

You giggled “yes pinky promise.” You both hold on to your pinkies.

“You know what I'm thinking to get a tattoo”

“Don't get under your foot it really hurts” Tom chuckled.

And the next day you were in a tattoo parlor as you went through the catalog and found the exact design you wanted.

You couldn't wait to show it to Tom as you reached his house you just ran inside as you saw him in the kitchen you went and hugged him from back and gave a kiss on his cheek. “I have a surprise for you”

He turned around the kitchen island to face you.You lifted your top to reveal your hip. You had got a tattoo of two hands pinkies intertwined as a reminder to your yesterday's promise of not leaving each other.

The promise you made was already broken. And maybe the heartbreak you had was a scar for you.

“Okay then you enjoy your day I gotta go find my friends.See you around.”

“Yeah sure.” You gave a smile

As he left Z, Chloe and El huddled around you

“Oh my god Y/N who was that hot guy?” Z asked excitedly

“Umm his name is Steve and he likes my tattoo.” You giggled.

“It's barely our second day here and you got someone to get laid way to go girl” Chloe lightly punched your arm

“Oh shut up I barely know him” Harrison called you all to say something. Z, El, Chloe went towards him. As you were about to go you heard Tom

“So you finally found someone who can apply sunscreen on you too”

“What!? Oh come on we weren’t making fun of you, we just didn't think you were such a hopeless romantic type of guy”

“When you are with the right person it feels good to be a hopeless romantic. Like take it for yourself you were always a fun type not marriage or romancing type”

“So you're admitting that I was fun, glad to hear that.” You winked.

“Hey Y/N come on lets play volleyball”

“Yeah coming!! Haz”

“So what are teams?”

“It's me vs you.

“Fine by me.Gonna kick your ass like always.”

“Don’t get so overconfident darling I have upped my skills. Okay let's toss whoever wins will get to choose first their team members.”

“I’m gonna be the referee” El announced.

Harrison won the toss he chose Ed, Jacob, Tuwaine, Chloe, Harry

You had hoped Haz took Tom in his team but damn you Haz ,so you had Z, Paddy, Tom, Sam in your team

“Hey we are short of one player” you complained

You saw Steve coming from the other side with his friends. Zendaya elbowed you

“Babe it's your chance go and ask him out” You giggled and immediately ran towards Steve

“Hey hi”

“Hi again beautiful”

You hesitated a bit “Umm do you wanna? do you mind if I ask you to join us? We are playing volleyball and I'm short of one player.”

“Of Course love, it will be my utmost pleasure.”

You both came back and took your positions at the back. The game started and you were impressed by Steve's skills. He was really good at the game.

“Didn't think you would turn out be such a player.”

“I can be more than that love if you want.” He winked.

You blushed profusely “for now I just want to beat my best friend's ass in the game”

“As you wish mam”

Tom was standing in the front and he could hear all of your conversations. It would be a lie if he said he wasn't feeling jealous.

Both the teams were on tie the last round was do or die for you.

You went to serve the ball but accidentally it slipped and it went and hit at the back of Tom's head. You gave a panicked look while others started laughing.

“I'm really sorry Tom the ball slipped from my hand” you also started giggling.

“But I think you did that intentionally Y/N” Tom said angrily

“What do you think I don't understand why you are acting to be so nice”

“What are you saying Tom I don't understand I already said that I'm sorry it was totally an accident?”

“Are you sorry? You just can’t tolerate that after so many years finally I’m happy with someone”

“Yo Tom calm down” Jacob said

“Yes Tom stop overreacting!” Chloe yelled

“Tell your friend to stop acting to be so nice!!”

“Hey man you are unnecessarily making a big deal out of it” Steve came in your defense.

“You please stay out of this. Its between us”.

“Tom you can’t speak to Steve like this”

“Oh now I get it all this to grab his attention. You are wasting your time on her dude take my advice leave her she anyways will leave you after she gets whatever she wants from you”.

Your blood was boiling at Tom’s words. El was totally confused at the whole scene she wasn't getting why Tom was reacting like that, your temper rising as you noticed her and abruptly spoke

“Hey El I know you are totally confused at what is going on let me give you a pretext to it ,you actually know half of my identity that is I'm their childhood friend but I'm more than that to your fiance actually.” you jabbed at her

“Y/N I said you no” Tom yelled

“Oh it’s too late now honey”

“For the record I'm his ex girlfriend. We had been in a relationship since we were teenagers then we broke up six years ago. But I guess he couldn't get over it as that is why he couldn’t say you about me” you glared at him looking up and down. “Maybe you are failing to give him the love he needs that is why he can’t forget me and is acting like a dickhead.”

El was definitely hurt by your words. She ran towards the beach house teary eyed. Tom ran after her “El wait! Don’t go! I can explain!! Please listen!!”

“Fuck you Y/N!!!”

You gave him the finger with both your hands with an uninterested look on your face.

The game obviously had to be ended after the heated argument. And everybody came back to the beach house. You were all sitting in the living room. Tom and El were in their room. Probably sorting out the matter after your big revelation.

“What is the problem with Tom?” Z exclaimed

“He has totally gone nuts” Sam scoffed

“Y/N are you okay?” Harrison nudged your shoulder

“Yeah I'm fine but I really feel bad I shouldn't have spoken to El like that. That was totally rude. I just got really angry. I didn't do it intentionally.

“It's okay Y/N we know it was never your fault. Tom has always been a dickhead.” Harry reassured you

‘I think I need to talk to El and clear things out before it gets more complicated.”

El was standing at the porch when you approached her.

“Hey”

“Hey” she gave a half smile

“Listen I came to apologize for today. I'm really sorry I shouldn't have talked to you like that. It was so rude of me. I just couldn't control myself after what Tom said. I don't know what Tom said to you about me but I have no intention of interfering in your lives. I'm really happy for both of you. To be honest I still love him, he is my best friend though he doesn't see me like his friend anymore. I don't want to become the reason for a rift in your relationship.”

“I understand Y/N in a way it was Tom's fault, he was the one who overreacted in spite of you saying sorry.”

“Thank you El for understanding.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah sure”

“Why did you guys break up?”

You sighed deeply “because I was way too selfish. I couldn't give the love he deserved. But now I feel you can fill that void in his life. You took El's hand in yours El “I'm giving his responsibility to you El. Please never leave his side. Fill his life with love and happiness he deserves. And if you guys want I can..I can leave tomorrow itself.”

“No Y/N I wouldn't want that you both share a past together but that should not affect our future. You will always be a good friend to me.”

“So if we are all good you guys are coming to the party right”

“Party??” El gave a confused look

“Yeah Harrison arranged a sort of welcome and success party for me, gonna have fun tonight.”

“Yeah sure and I'll persuade Tom don't worry.

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You chose your little black dress with a deep plunging neckline as your outfit for the night. Zendaya was still confused between two of her outfits. You both did your make up and got ready.

“What's with that cleavage?” Zendaya quipped

“I don't think I stand a chance with that Steve guy after today's events so I have to find a new one” you laughed.

As you guys reached the night club, you could hear the music blasting from outside. The bouncers checked your ids and let you in. Harrison ordered the drinks as you all gathered together. Harrison raised a toast

“To our long living friendships and our rock-star's successful album.”

You all cheered.

“Okay guys the drinks are on me for tonight, help yourselves” you announced.

The boys cheered. Everyone scattered the couples went for a dance as you looked at Tom and El dancing and laughing. You were sipping on a margarita when you felt a light tap on your shoulder and you looked back.

"Hey you went away without even saying a proper goodbye"

“Umm hi, sorry actually I wasn’t in a good state at that moment”

“Yeah I understand. how are you now?”

“Fine.”

He was checking you out all thanks to your dress

“Up here Mr.” You grinned

He gave a lopsided smile “you look hot”

“Thanks”

Physical by Dua Lipa starts playing

(Common love isn't for us We created something phenomenal Don't you agree? Don't you agree? You got me feeling diamond rich Nothing on this planet compares to it Don't you agree? Don't you agree? )

Zendaya came and grabbed your hand “come on slowpoke. Let's burn the dance floor.” She pulled you to the dance floor.

(Who needs to go to sleep, when I got you next to me?

All night, I'll riot with you I know you got my back and you know I got you So come on, come on, come on Let's get physical Lights out, follow the noise Baby, keep on dancing like you ain't got a choice So come on, come on, come on Let's get physical)

You both swayed to the music as you both started lip syncing with the song loudly and laughing. You grooved sensuously giving occasional glances to Steve. He took the que and approached you. You felt his arms around your hips as he turned you towards him. You put your arms on his shoulders as you both swayed to the music looking into each other's eyes.

“Hey Steve!! come on mate you have to go!” you heard a group of men calling out

“Er... sorry I have to leave my friends are calling. See you again”

“It’s ok bye see ya” You came back to the counter. You ordered some lemon drops. You gulped it down and bite into the lime.

“Didn't think you will make him leave you so soon”

You rolled your eyes “wasn't today enough for you.”

“I can never get enough of you princess”

“Stop calling me that!!”

“Why does it turn you on?”

“Huh!!” you deadpanned. “It makes me feel nauseated. You don't excite me anymore Holland” you grinned. He was going to say something as Tuwaine interrupted

“Hey let’s do power hour” Tuwaine suggested

“Yessss!!!!” the boys shouted in unison

“Guys seriously none of you can handle yourselves after that. We girls have also come to enjoy not to carry your drunken asses home” You jabbed.

“We can handle ourselves Y/N don’t worry” Harry assured you

“We’ll see that”

The game started only Paddy didn’t participate as he was not sure of his capacity to handle . Jacob gave up half way through the shots. Sam and Harry both struggling to keep up the pace lastly giving up. It was now between Tom, Harrison and Tuwaine. Tuwaine won eventually. And now all the boys were definitely drunk as you had expected.

You were having your shots as Tom took one from you.

“Aren’t you already enough drunk loser”

“I’m not a loser” he said in a raspy voice

“Then who lost to Tuwaine anyways I’m gonna go dance you sulk here loser”

Into you by Ariana Grande starts playing

(I'm so into you, I can barely breathe And all I wanna do is to fall in deep But close ain't close enough 'til we cross the line So name a game to play, and I'll roll the dice, hey)

You walked to the center of the dance floor swaying your hips a little as you start grooving to the song. You felt a little tipsy as you danced along the song, drunk sweaty bodies hovered around you.

(Oh baby, look what you started The temperature's rising in here Is this gonna happen? Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move Before I make a move)

You started dancing with some random drunk guy. You glanced at Tom as you placed your hands around his neck and danced with that guy. Yes the alcohol in your system wanted Tom to make a move.

(So baby, come light me up and baby I'll let you on it A little bit dangerous, but baby, that's how I want it A little less conversation, and a little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you)

Tom clenched his jaw as he gulped down a shot slamming the glass on the bar counter and started walking towards you. You continued to dance sensually.

(Got everyone watchin' us, so baby, let's keep it secret A little bit scandalous, but baby, don't let them see it A little less conversation and a little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you)

You felt a familiar pair of arms around your waist as he turned you and pulled you closer to him. Your palms resting on his broad chest. The smell of his cologne taking over your senses.

(This could take some time, hey I made too many mistakes Better get this right, right, baby)

You placed your hands around Tom's neck as you get lost into each other's eyes. The world seemed a blur to you at the moment as you cared less of who was watching, you just wanted to live this moment.

He took your hand in his and twirled you around a few times before pulling you closer, your back pressed to his chest, your bodies swaying, occasionally grinding against each other.

He brushed aside your hair with one hand, his other hand on your shoulder as he kissed you behind your ear. You gasped at his touch as you felt your body was on fire. You tilted your head a little to give him more access as he brushes his lips on your neck. Tom's hands ran down your arms lacing with your fingers.

(Tell me what you came here for 'Cause I can't, I can't wait no more)

You suddenly felt whatever is happening is wrong, you pulled away from him to leave as he caught hold of your hand.

(I'm on the edge with no control And I need, I need you to know You to know, oh)

You looked at him and then to your hands. He pulled you impossibly closer as you slammed into his chest. Your legs were wobbly as he steadied you by holding your waist. The smell of his cologne doing things to you. Old memories, nostalgia hitting you. He lifts you up and spins a little.

You look at him with droopy eyes as he brings you down; he hugs you even closer. He knelt near your neck, nose brushing against the bottom of your ear. You whimpered when his hot breath ghosted your ears. "Do I still excite you babygirl?" he whispered in your ears. You could just hum in response, your body shivering at each and every touch of his.

Purple lights danced across Tom's face illuminating his brown eyes, highlighting his each and every feature. You went dizzy when his lips ghosted at your sweet spot at the nape of your neck. You threw your hands around his neck tugging his hair at the bottom. His hands snaked around your waist sensually gliding to your thighs at the hem of your dress.You weren't that drunk so soon the realization hit you where it is leading to. You thought, what were you doing? This is so not right. You struggled to free yourself from his hold pushing him away by his chest.

(So come light me up, so come light me up my baby A little dangerous, a little dangerous my baby A little less conversation and a little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you ) song fading away...............

You both stand in the middle of the dance floor breathless. You ran your hand through your already messed up hair. You stomped off to the bar counter as Tom followed you.

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