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feeling like a stranger // tom holland x reader
a/n: um this is kinda sad, i was listening to scott street by phoebe bridgers and got inspired so... yeah.. also ignore how inactive i am rn pls i am so busy with school and work
warnings: hella angst, it’s sad ://
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word count: 1196
The days following the break up weren’t as bad as you thought they would be. You thought you would be consumed with sadness, and not be able to leave your bed, but it was the opposite. You were okay, actually. You actually felt okay. You would wake up, check your phone, see the hundreds of texts from your friends about the breakup, but you weren’t upset. You felt light again.
You and Tom had a great relationship, but the few months leading up to the breakup were rocky. There were a lot of fights over miscommunication, and not making time for one another. Tom had quite the temper when it came to defending himself and the people he loves, which is what made this even more brutal. He was torn between defending himself and protecting you in these arguments, which led to indecisiveness that ultimately hurt the both of you.
“You never make time for me!” You screamed in his face, throwing your hands around.
“I do my best!” Tom screamed back, his eyes glistening with anger.
“Well, it’s not enough,” You breathed out under your breath. The two of you locked eyes, and the anger melted away. You ran to him, and he pulled you into a hug so tight, you weren’t sure you could breathe.
That was one of the fights that hurt him the most, but ended with forgiveness, of course. There were maybe five more fights that followed until the two of you decided it was too painful to go on. You were lying to yourselves at that point, and neither of you could let go of the hurt caused by the arguments.
You heard his name all the time, though. The first week after the breakup, you didn’t really care. That was just Tom, you know, your ex-boyfriend Tom. The second week, however, the name was starting to feel like daggers in your chest. This feeling was hard to shake off, and you held onto it for another month or two. The days all burred together, to be honest.
Working in the same industry, and having the same friends, was difficult. There were times you would show up at the same party, and just give each other a simple smile before ignoring one another. The most irritating part of the breakup was the fact that the memories you shared together are now tainted.
One day, when the two of you worked on the same set for a while, you “broke in” to the sound stage the day before shooting to see everything. Of course, you didn’t really break in, but Tom likes to joke that you did.
You walked through the doors, one hand holding Tom’s as he turned the lights on. Your eyes widened, and a smile formed on your lips as you looked around.
“Pretty cool, huh?” Tom questioned, breaking the silence as the two of you walked around.
“Really cool,” You whispered. You let go of Tom’s hand to walk around, looking at the different sets.
“I’ll be standing right here tomorrow,” Tom said, and you turned around to see him in the “bedroom” set.
“And I,” You began to say, walking behind one of the cameras. “Will be here tomorrow.”
“I can’t believe this is our life,” Tom let out as you started walking over to him. You stood in front of him, his head tilted slightly to look down on you, then he wrapped his arms around your back to pull you in. You moved your arms to his chest, moving your head up to meet his eyes.
Tom placed his lips onto yours, the taste of coffee still on his lips. You kissed him back, then pulled away gently.
“I love you,” You whispered, looking into his brown eyes.
“I love you more, darling,” He whispered back.
You loved Tom, deeply, and he loved you back. Unfortunately, you haven’t been able to look back on your memories shared with him, the pain was unbearable. This memory would haunt you in the middle of the night, a twinge of regret filling your thoughts.
A year had gone by since the breakup, and you hadn’t really thought of Tom in a few months. Not in that way; you would hear his name of course, but all you really heard was the name of someone you used to know. Someone who you don’t know anymore.
You had somehow successfully avoided working with Tom for a whole year, he was too busy working for Marvel. You were lucky, because you didn’t work for Marvel. You were busy producing films, and never crossed paths with Tom. Yet.
You were getting a tour of a particular sound stage, which was being used for a current production, when you made eye contact with a pair of brown eyes you could never forget.
“Y/N?” Tom questioned, then started walking over. “What are you doing here?”
Your mouth was dry, your eyes were wide with shock as you spoke. “Just getting a tour, seeing if we want to use this after you guys are done shooting here.”
“Oh, nice,” He responded. The two of you were visibly uncomfortable, not knowing what to say to each other. “Here, let’s go somewhere more quiet.”
You nodded, briefly turning around to say “excuse me” to the person who was giving the tour. You walked with Tom in silence to his trailer, where you sat on opposite ends of the couch, just staring at each other.
“So,” You started. “What’s new?”
“Nothing much, just busy with Marvel,” Tom responded.
“So nothing’s changed then,” You joked. Tom gave out a half-hearted laugh.
“Guess not,” He responded. The two of you sat there in another bout of silence before he spoke.
“How’s producing?”
“Oh, it’s good, super busy,” You responded. You flashed him a smile, and he returned with one as well. You anxiously played with your hands before he moved towards you placing one of his hands on top of yours. You hesitated, but pulled your hands away from him, before clearing your throat.
“How’s your family?” You asked, trying to keep the conversation going.
“Good,” He responded. He stayed in the same spot, only inches away from you. “Paddy is graduating!”
“No way!” You exclaimed, and the two of you began to laugh. “That makes me feel old.”
“What does that make me, then?” Tom half-joked, and you laughed. You shifted uncomfortable in your spot, someone who you once shared a bed with was now a stranger. Tom cleared his throat.
“Look-“
“Please don’t,” You responded. “I don’t know what you’re going to say, but just don’t.”
“I miss you,” Tom whispered.
“Stop,” You whispered back. You could feel your throat burning, and your eyes turning glossy.
“All the time, I miss you,” Tom pleaded, his voice growing desperate.
“Look, it was great seeing you again, but I cant do this. I’ve moved on,” You shot back, and stood up from the couch. Tom followed your lead, and stood next to you.
“Okay,” He breathed out, his voice shaky.
“Okay.”
“Anyway,” Tom started, staring at you as you saw his eyes turn glossy. “Don’t be a stranger.”
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geminisholland · 3 years
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hey y’all, i’m taking requests right now! the only ones i won’t be writing are nsfw fics, but other than that send over your requests!! i haven’t written anything cause i have no ideas
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geminisholland · 3 years
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I see you haven't really been on for some time, but I wantdd to hear if you are still taking requests? And if you are, how long will it be before it's out?
hi!! i just answered a request, i’m so sorry! this week was really busy & i had some family stuff going on! thanks for your patience, if you’re okay with me getting to it in like a week you can send over your request!
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Can u do Tom Holland x actress reader
She’s zendayas friend and they go to her birthday and they talk about there movies they seen eachother in and he finds out at the party that he’s her celeb crush
a/n: i apologize for the lateness of this, my week was really hectic! i hope you enjoy!
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warnings: mentions of alcohol & swearing
word count: 1475
Being an actor was a dream come true for you, especially because you were lucky, and caught a break early on in your career. When you found out you would be working alongside Zendaya for your next project, you were quite intimidated. You had been a lifelong fan, and to be honest, you were worried you wouldn’t be able to keep up with her talent.
Yet, when the two of you met for the first time, all the worries disappeared. Zendaya was someone you could rely on to keep all your secrets, and you held the same value to her. You were thankful that your friendship with Zendaya blossomed as well as it did, because you really couldn’t imagine her not being by your side.
So, when her birthday rolled around, you spared no expense in planning the most extravagant party for her. The venue was a beautiful ranch in Malibu, overlooking the ocean. You had helped her send out invitations, and remembered one name catching your eye.
“Tom Holland is coming?” You asked, looking up at Zendaya as a smile crept on her face.
“Of course he is,” She started. “Now the two of you can finally meet.”
“I’m not sure that’s the best idea,” Your voice trailed off as you looked back down at the invitations.
“And why not?” She questioned. “He’s only been your celeb crush for like, ten years.”
You shook your head. “Exactly, I’ll embarrass myself in front of him.”
“Please,” She begged. “You couldn’t do that even if you tried, besides, he knows all about you. I talk about you all the time, he’s dying to meet you.”
Your eyes widened at the sentence. “He is?”
Zendaya started laughing at your reaction, but nodded her head to let you know she was serious.
This knowledge hung over your head, never leaving you alone for the few days leading up to the party. You were worried, this was a big deal to you, but you knew when the time comes you have to act normal. After all, you’re a celebrity, too.
The party was here before you knew it, you were nervous to get everything started, you wanted Z to have the best day ever. You walked into the venue, which was a large house with an even larger backyard. You said hello to the people you knew, eventually making your way back to see the birthday girl.
“Happy birthday, bitch!” You screamed, taking Zendaya into your arms. The two of you laughed during the hug, then pulled away to observe each other’s outfits.
“You look so good,” You said, your face in awe.
“Says you!” She exclaimed, flashing you a smile. She grabbed your arm, interlocking it with hers, then started dragging you through a crowd of people. Making your way through each and every one of her friends you hadn’t met before, saying hi, and having small conversations. She left you for a moment to talk to someone, then returned with Tom. The first thing you noticed were his eyes, the way they gazed into your own made your breath grow heavy.
“I don’t think I need to tell you who this is,” She joked, looking back at Tom.
“No, I don’t think you will,” You agreed. To be honest, you were staring at him. Full on staring, and he was too.
“I’m Tom,” He announced, reaching his arm out to you.
“Y/n,” You responded, then placed your hand into his, shaking it as the two of you welcomed each other. When your hands touched, a chill went down your spine. It wasn’t cold outside, in fact, it was quite warm. Yet, here you were, a chill going down your spine as Tom Holland stood in front of you with his hand on yours.
“It’s nice to finally meet you,” He began. “I’ve heard so much.”
He let go of his hand, putting it inside the pocket of his pants. The two of you couldn’t take your eyes off of each other, and you started to form a smile.
“I hope only good things,” You responded, trying to be playful with him. Tom looked you up and down, not even being subtle about how much he enjoyed looking at you. He leaned in closer to you, your bodies almost touching. You held your breath as his mouth moved next to your ear.
Then, he whispered, “I’ve heard great things, darling.”
He pulled away from you, flashing you a smile before he walked away to talk to other people. You let out the breath you were holding in, looking back at Zendaya with wide eyes.
“What did he say?” She asked, a smile plastered all over her face.
“That he’s heard great things about me,” You paused, trying to collect your thoughts. “Then, he called me ‘darling’.”
“No way!” She exclaimed, jumping up and down like a little kid. “He’s so into you!”
“Stop,” You groaned. “Don’t get my hopes up.”
“I’m just saying,” She started, then gave a smirk before walking away.
The rest of the night was spent with you familiarizing yourself with the drinks provided at the open bar. You couldn’t find Tom again, which was probably for the best. You weren’t sure if you could even handle another interaction with him. The sun started to set, tucked away behind the blue ocean as the night crawled into frame. It was safe to say that you had a decent amount of alcohol, and were starting to feel the impact of it. You made your way inside the house, noticing less and less people around you as the party started to die down. You caught Z’s eye as she sat on the couch, then made your way next to her.
“Tired of socializing?” You asked, hinting at the fact that she sat alone.
“It can be draining,” She responded. You nodded, placing an arm around her as the two of you talked about the night. At one point, she pushed you off the couch as a joke which sent the two of you into a laughing fit. As you laid there on the floor, tears streaming down your face, you looked up to see Tom’s face staring down at you. Your eyes widened, immediately getting up off the floor to sit up. When you sat up, though, you immediately felt dizzy and placed a hand to your head to try and stop it. You looked back up at Tom, then started laughing again. Tom couldn’t help but to laugh as well, the three of you sitting there looking like fools.
“Why are we laughing?” Tom asked out loud, pulling himself together.
“Don’t worry about it,” Z responded, still joking around.
Tom let out his hand to you for the second time tonight, and you took it. Once you were at your feet, you were placed in the same situation as before. The two of you were staring at each other.
“Y/N, I can’t believe we were in a movie together,” Z started to say, then looked to Tom. “Wait, we were in a movie together too.”
That sentence left her into fits of laughter, the alcohol was definitely prominent amongst the three of you.
“I loved that movie,” Tom said, still looking at you. You smiled, then noticed how his eyes twinkled in the light.
“It was a lot of fun to film,” You responded.
“You were great in it,” He said, the two of you not even noticing that Zendaya was still laughing. The two of you looked down at her, both smiling at her amusement.
“I’m sure this means a lot to you, y/n,” Zendaya slurred her words together as she looked between you and Tom. You raised your eyebrow, worried about where she was going with this.
“How so?” You asked, then looked back at Tom. He looked just as confused as you did, though.
“Because Tom is your celeb crushhhh,” She whispered, then closed her eyes, falling into the couch.
Your cheeks grew red with embarrassment, sending you to look down at the ground. You could hear Tom move, but didn’t dare look up. You were afraid that if you did, you would see that he was gone.
However, that wasn’t the case. Tom had turned to face you, placing a hand on your chin to make you look at him. When you finally looked up, you saw that he was smiling at you, which sent you at ease.
“I’m so embarrassed,” You responded.
He shook his head, then placed his lips onto your yours. You were shocked, but kissed him back despite this. He tasted like expensive whiskey, you couldn’t get enough. The two of you stood in the kiss for a moment, then he broke away.
“If it’s any consolation, darling,” Tom started. “You’re my celeb crush, too.”
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geminisholland · 3 years
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hey everyone, i have to be honest.... i’m having a hard time not thinking about this right now
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geminisholland · 3 years
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heyy hunny, how are you?? If you’re still taking requests, maybe like reader, tom and paddy bonding time? like them taking paddy out for hot chocolate/coffee, and just strolling around the city ... maybe the two of them helping paddy with girl problems and all. just fluff and bantery in general hehe :)) thanks!
a/n: ugh nothing hits better than some good ol’ fluff.. thank you for your patience <3 you are so appreciated!!
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Staying with Tom’s family was always an adventure, the amount of testosterone in the house was a testament to that. You loved going to London to be with his family, though. They were all truly amazing people that you loved being around, and they loved you as well. They put your comfort as their highest priority, making sure you knew that this was your home as well.
“So, what’s on the schedule today?” You asked while walking towards Tom. The two of you stood in front of his bed, your eyes locking with one another. You moved your hands to his chest, leaning against him as you kissed him.
“Mmm,” He hummed during the kiss. You pulled away to look at him again, a smile creeping on his face. “I was thinking we could just walk around the city, maybe be tourists for the day?”
“Tourists?” You questioned. “You would do that for me?”
You smiled as he pulled you closer to him, his hands on your waist. You interlocked your hands around the back of his neck, the two of you interlaced together.
“I would do anything for you, darling,” Tom responded, eliciting a smile from you. He kissed you once more, then broke away to start getting ready.
The gloomy weather in London tends to bring down the mood of others, as they do desperately craved the sunshine. You, on the other hand, were drawn to the gloomy days. You loved everything about them, the way they made you feel. How the weather brought people together, more specifically how the weather brought Tom closer to you. He loved to snuggle, the two of you would be walking down the street, and he’d open his jacket and wrap it around you. He made sure you were always warm, but most importantly, warm from him.
When the two of you made your way downstairs, you were welcomed by every member of Tom’s family, and you flashed all of them a smile. One thing about the Holland’s, was that they were always there. You didn’t mind, really, but this meant no alone time with Tom. Today, you were getting that alone time- just the two of you, being tourists in London.
You were discussing your plans with everyone, barely noticing that Paddy had snuck away from the conversation, going upstairs to talk to Tom. You were deep in conversation with Harry about how to properly pronounce words when Tom tried to pull you aside.
“Y/N,” Tom whispered in your ear, making you turn around to face him. “I need to talk to you, let’s go in the hallway.”
You nodded, your face was filled with concern as he took your hand into his own, pulling you away. Paddy stood in the hallway, looking back between both you and Tom.
“What’s going on?” You asked, looking between the two of them.
“Tom promised me hot chocolate,” Paddy stated.
You raised an eyebrow, “What?”
“Okay, a little back story, Paddy,” Tom shot back. You were looking at them with an extremely confused expression. Paddy and Tom kept looking at each other, giving you no explanation.
You started to laugh, “What is going on?”
“Paddy is coming with us, we’re getting hot chocolate, and listening to his problems,” Tom explained. You started to laugh, you could tell that Tom and Paddy had been bickering before they came to this conclusion, and it was quite amusing.
“Okay,” You responded. “I’m excited! Who’s excited?”
You looked between Tom and Paddy, then chuckled to yourself. You shook your head at them, then walked away.
“I’ll be waiting in the car!” You called out.
Tom drove into the city, talking about a new project he has coming up. You and Paddy talked about the best places to get hot chocolate, and never missed an opportunity to make fun of Tom.
“My agent thinks this movie is going to be really big,” Tom explained, keeping his eyes on the road.
“Anything you’re in is big,” You responded, flashing a smile to him.
“That’s what she said,” Paddy whispered.
You shook your head, a small chuckle escaping your lips.
“That’s not how that saying works, Paddy,” Tom responded, shaking his head. Paddy couldn’t see it, but a smile formed on Tom’s face.
The three of you eventually made it to the cafe with the best hot chocolate, according to Paddy. After you ordered your drinks, the three of you started walking the streets of London.
“So,” You started, turning to look at Paddy. “Can I ask why Tom promised you hot chocolate?”
“It’s nothing,” He dismissed. You looked up at Tom, and he just shook his head.
“Girl problems,” Tom admitted.
You placed your hand over your heart, as you gave a soft chuckle.
“Aw, Paddy,” You began.
“I don’t want to make a big deal out of it,” Paddy responded. He huffed out, then took a sip of his drink.
Tom placed his hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You also wrapped your hand around his waist, the two of you walking together.
“Well, I’m a girl,” You joked. “I might be able to help!”
“I don’t know,” Paddy started. “I’m embarrassed.”
“What?” You stared at him. “Why?”
“Don’t be embarrassed, mate,” Tom responded. “We’re here to help you.”
“You have to promise you won’t make fun of me,” Paddy said.
You and Tom looked at each other before looking back at him.
“Of course we won’t!” You said.
“I was more talking to Tom,” Paddy joked, a smile forming as he looked up at Tom.
“Piss off,” Tom said. “I would never make fun of you,” he paused. “For that.”
“Tom!” You exclaimed, playfully hitting his chest with your hand. He flashed you a smile, then placed a kiss on your forehead.
“It’s just that,” Paddy started. “Well, there’s this one girl that I really like, and I want to ask her out, but I don’t know how she feels about me.”
“Do the two of you even talk?” Tom asked, half-kidding.
“We talk every day! After school, she facetimes me!”
You looked at Paddy, your mouth wide open. “What are you waiting for, it’s obvious she likes you!”
Paddy shook his head, “What makes you say that?”
“Umm, mate, if she calls you every day it’s pretty obvious,” Tom explained. “Y/N used to text me every day, and that’s how I knew she liked me.”
“Yeah,” You started, looking up at Tom. “And you called me every time you saw my text. We would talk for hours.”
You leaned onto his shoulder as the three of you kept walking, giving Paddy endless advice. The drive back to the house consisted of you and Tom hyping Paddy up, creating a game plan on how he was going to ask the girl out. He was incredibly grateful for the advice, and was extremely excited about his plan. In fact, when you got back to the house, he immediately ran out of the car to start planning. You and Tom looked at each other, and started laughing.
“Oh to be young again,” You whispered. You sat in the car, your body facing Tom’s.
“You talk as if we’re old,” He responded. He placed his hand on your cheek, moving a stray hair away.
“It sure feels that way,” You joked, laughing into his hand.
“Paddy has that effect on people,” Tom chuckled. The two of you sat in the car, not ready to face the entirety of Tom’s family right now.
The grey clouds that hung above you turned angry, water hitting the windshield of the car as you and Tom talked. You smiled, you loved this weather.
“Should we make out in the car?” Tom asked. Your eyes grew big, you couldn’t hold back your laughter.
“What?” He cried out. “Don’t you want to feel like a teenager again?”
“Oh,” You whispered. “I absolutely do.”
With that, you climbed into the backseat of the car with Tom, laying down in the leather seats. The rain splattered outside, the warmth of your bodies causing the windows to fog up. Tom placed his lips on yours, your hands tangled in his hair as he towered over you. He moved his lips down your neck, leaving a trail of warmth along your body.
“I love you,” You breathed out. Tom stopped kissing you to look at you. He was breathing heavy, the curls of his hair covered his forehead.
“You what?” He whispered. His cheeks were growing red.
“I love you, Tom,” You said. His silence was making you anxious, your breaths started to become heavy.
Then, he let out a sigh of relief.
“I have always loved you, y/n, the minute we met I knew,” He started. “I was waiting for the right time to tell you, but I was nervous that it would be too soon, and I jus-“
You brought your lips onto his, interrupting his rambling. You pulled away for a second, looking at his face as you held it in your hands.
“For the record,” You breathed out. “I felt the same way.”
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geminisholland · 3 years
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The new GQ photo of Tom taking his tie off holy fuck someone needs to write a fic about y/n teasing Tom at an event the whole night and also teasing him under the table then when they get home dom!tom comes out takes his tie off uses it to tie y/n up and teases her just like y/n teased him all night with some spanking involved
i- i have absolutely no words i’m just like he’s absolutely insane for doing this. i also need someone to write about this picture please. i cant believe i fkn woke up to this😀
also i’m going to address this here, i won’t be writing smut about any irl people, only fictional characters! i’d be happy to address this in more length if anyone’s interested 🥰
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i’m covered in you Tom Holland x actress!reader
a/n: whew i had fun with this!! i loved writing this so much! also, if you like star wars and want to give my other blog some love @makerkenobi i would appreciate that!! references to my fave song, ivy by miss swift
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warnings: cussing, angst, and a whole lotta fluff
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The hours spent on set between you and Tom had inevitably created a close bond for the two of you. There were many sleepless nights together, running scenes for hours on end before the director finally shot one they liked. You were each other’s rock during the whole process, Tom made a point to come over to your trailer before a particularly difficult scene, and provide support. You were newer to acting, and Tom helped guide you and give you advice during filming. It was safe to say that Tom was your best friend, and you were his. However, playing lovers on screen and having that chemistry was difficult for you to ignore. You knew that deep down, you had feelings for Tom, you just decided from the very beginning that you couldn’t pursue him. You wanted to make sure you established yourself as a professional, which you are.
You were professional for the entire filming process, never having a night where you drank too much and kissed him. Never. You were quite proud of that, because there were many opportunities where you could have. Tom was hard to read, anyways. You never knew how he was feeling, one minute he’d talk about some girl he likes, and the next he’s going on about how he just wants to stay single right now.
The press tour for this movie was coming along in just a few days, and you were doing your best to prepare. Mentally, that is. The press tour was going to have a lot of bonding time. Interviewers asking you questions every day, all day. Sitting next to Tom for hours on end just talking about each other and the movie. Being only a hotel room away from him. Celebrating the movie coming out with trips down to the hotel bar at midnight, you knew this was dangerous.
A ding from your phone made you snap out of your daze, as you picked it up to look at it.
Tom: Are you excited for the press tour or whattt
You: haha yesss i’m so excited & also kinda nervous?? idk why
Tom: I have that affect on people
You: shut up
You: it’s effect btw
Tom: No it isn’t
You: uhhh... yes it is dumbass
Tom: Shut up
Tom: I’ll see you in a few days in the best city ever
You: you’re only saying it’s the best city because it’s your city
Tom: Ya that’s why it’s the best
You: you’re so annoying i’ll see you soon
With that, you locked your phone, and resumed packing. You really only needed to pack pajamas and workout clothes, because all your outfits for the press tour were being brought in by your stylist. You really couldn’t complain about any of this, you got to play dress up for a month or so, hang out with Tom, and talk about a movie you’re really proud of. Oh, and also travel across the world. That part was pretty cool.
You flew into London a day early so you would have time to adjust to the time difference. Tom was kind enough to invite you to stay the night at his house before the two of you left for hotel rooms every night.
When you arrived, you were extremely tied, and didn’t have the energy to hang out with Tom’s entire family, and his roommates.
“Hey everyone,” You said as you walked into his house. Tom was behind you, carrying one of your bags.
“It’s so heavy,” He groaned out, and you rolled your eyes at him. He was never very subtle about what was on his mind.
“Hey y/n!” Harry called out. “We missed you!”
You looked around the room to see just about everyone that Tom knows sitting in his living room. You weren’t expecting to be met with at least ten people, right after you got off of a ten hour flight.
“Oh... hey!” You let out, your eyes were wide with shock. You were really tired, but didn’t want to be rude. “How is everyone?”
You made your way around, saying hello to everyone, as Tom put away your luggage in the guest room. He came downstairs, and you turned around to look at him. He had the biggest smile on his face, he loved seeing you with everyone. Of course, you had already met and hung out with his family and friends, but you were special to him; which means you getting along with his family and friends was really important to him.
“Hey, Tom,” You said. “Can we talk real quick?”
“Of course, darling,” He responded. You grabbed his arm, leading him out to the backyard so you could talk in private.
“That was really nice of you to have everyone here,” You acknowledged. You looked up at him as he flashed you a grin. He was overflowing with excitement, it had been a few months since you last saw each other in person.
“Everyone missed you,” He explained. “Myself included.”
“I missed you too, Tom.” You looked up at him, your arms were still interlocked together as you stood on the gravel, overlooking his backyard.
“I don’t want to be rude,” You started. He furrowed his brows as you continued, “But I’m really exhausted, and I think I need to just take a little nap. Can everyone come back for dinner?”
“Oh, of course!” He exclaimed. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t even thinking- I was just so excited you were coming, and everyone else was too I ju-“
“Tom, it’s okay,” You smiled at him. He relaxed as your eyes met. “I’m really appreciative, Thank you for doing this. I just need some sleep right now.”
“Of course,” He nodded. The two of you went back inside, and Tom had asked everyone to come back later to give you some time to unwind. You walked into the guest room he had made for you, and laid down on the bed, not bothering to get under the covers as you drifted off to sleep.
Having dinner with everyone later was extremely fun, and you were feeling like yourself again. The entire stay at Tom’s house was incredible, the two of you messed around a lot, but at the end of the day he was really a great friend. The morning you two were getting ready to leave for the press tour, he brought up tea to your room. It was the little things, you thought.
That day consisted of driving to the hotel, getting ready for interviews, and talking a lot about the movie. The two of you ended up in the hotel bar later that night, starting off the press tour by getting drunk. There were multiple days of this; you went from England, to France, to Germany, Spain, everywhere. You and Tom were having so much fun, all you did was talk in interviews, eat good food, sightsee, and get drunk. It was magical, actually. But everything changed when you went to Italy.
“We have Y/N Y/L/N and Tom Holland here, promoting their new movie,” The interviewer spoke into the camera. You and Tom sat beside each other, smiling as they continued to talk and ask questions.
“Was this movie more difficult to film, Tom? Because of how dark it is?” She asked, and Tom nodded his head.
“Oh, definitely,” He began. “I had a hard time with scenes, but luckily I have an amazing costar who helped me out with them.” He placed his hand on your shoulder as he looked over at you.
“And you, y/n?” She started. “It was also difficult?”
You nodded your head, “It’s definitely something I’ve never done before.” All three of you laughed before you continued. “Yeah, it was very difficult, actually. I’m very lucky Tom was there, there were a lot of tears- on and off screen!”
The three of you let out a laugh again, and Tom took his hand off your shoulder, and it fell onto your lower back. You gave him a quick look before the interviewer continued to ask questions.
“Because this movie is so dark, I thought it would be fun to ask some fun, lighthearted questions!”
You and Tom nodded, and she started to begin.
“What are you favorite colors?”
“Blue,” You let out.
“Green,” Tom responded.
The questions kept coming, and you and Tom were having a lot of fun with them. It was something different, and you liked that. Then, she asked the question that changed everything.
“What song reminds you of the other person?” She asked. You and Tom looked at each other, thrown off by what was just asked.
“Uhh,” Tom started. “I think I’d have to say Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra.”
You laughed, knowing why he said this.
“We had a lot of dance parties in the hair and makeup trailer to this song,” Tom answered. You nodded your head.
“And you, y/n, what song reminds you of Tom?”
You hesitated, you knew what song he reminded you of, you just were scared to say it out loud.
“Umm,” You drifted off. Tom stared at you, waiting for your answer. “I don’t know why, but my brain is saying ‘Ivy’ by Taylor Swift.”
You and Tom looked at each other, he looked confused; raising an eyebrow to indicate his confusion. The interviewer cleared her throat, then changed the subject. You spent the whole interview on edge, Tom kept giving you the side eye, and you knew you were going to have a conversation about it after.
Except after wasn’t until much later, you had at least three more interviews to do that day. When this interview ended, you didn’t have any time to chat with him. Your makeup artists rushed over to do touch-ups before the next interviewer walked in.
You were in agony, you wanted so badly to talk to him about this, but the two of you had no time alone. You were doing your best to not look at him, you couldn’t make eye contact right now.
Finally, you wrapped up the interviews for the day, and you and Tom started heading to your hotel rooms.
“What was that?” He asked, breaking the awkward silence as you walked back to you rooms.
“What was what?” You played dumb, but still looked at the ground.
“Look at me,” He demanded. You looked up at him, he was taller than you, and you were already in a vulnerable position. “You told me that ‘Ivy’ was a song that made you feel like you were in love, do you not remember that? You said that when we were filming.”
“I remember.”
“Then what the fuck was that?”
You breathed in, your heart was racing and you started to sweat. You were growing anxious. You looked behind him to see your hotel room number, you were hoping you could escape this. Maybe this wasn’t healthy, you thought. Running away from your problems. You just couldn’t handle him saying anything other than that he feels the same for you. You tried to move forward, but he blocked you.
“Don’t run away from me,” He growled out.
“Fine,” You said. “What do you want me to say?”
“What you meant,” Tom responded. He started to back up, so he was against the wall right next to your hotel door. You stood across from him, on the other side of the door.
“What I meant,” You were stalling. He stared at you, waiting for you to response.
You couldn’t look away, though.
So yeah, it’s a fire, it’s a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it. You started it.
Your eyes met each other, and you started to moved your way closer to him. He started walking towards you, your bodies inches apart.
So yeah, it’s a war, it’s the goddamn fight of my life and you started it. You started it.
You would do anything for him, anything. He breathed out, and you felt his breath on your face.
“I love you,” You whispered. You nodded your head, looking down at the ground. You couldn’t even look him in the face. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He had a smile on his face.
“Oh, y/n, I love you too,” He said. You laughed, but was abruptly cut off by him smashing his lips into yours. You brought one hand to his neck, the other to your back pocket, trying to find the hotel room key. You stumbled, Tom was closing in on you. There was no space left between your bodies, and you were on fire. His hands were in your hair, and he was pushing you up against the wall. You giggled, you were struggling to put the key into the slot of the door, but Tom ripped it out of your hands and shoved it in the slot. He opened the door, then picked you up, taking you into your hotel room.
Now I’m covered in you.
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shameless self promotion, go follow my star wars blog if you are interested! i just posted my first story!! yayyyy!!
this can’t happen obi wan x reader
a/n: yay!! first post on this blog!! this will probably have a part 2 bc it needs one! my inbox is open for requests- welcome everyone! i’m so excited to be here! ignore typos i didn’t proofread
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warnings: cussing, battle scene, grief, lots of angst, reference to passing out, i’m not sure what else- if i missed anything please let me know
word count: 2421
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yessss your request are open!!!!! could you do a tom blurb where he is super clingy and just wants to spoil you because he is going away again soon and buys you all these nice gifts which are wayyyy to expensive
a/n: um yeah this was something else, tom spending an insane amount of money on his s.o. is hot to me 
word count: 1815 
warnings: references to sexy time and angst and fluff and also cursing cause i like cussing
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“Tom, did you make sure to pack your lucky shirt?” You asked, digging through the drawer the two of you share. He stood behind you, sliding his hands around your waist, spinning you around to face him. You laughed as you put your hands on his chest, the two of you smiling.
“You worry too much, Y/N,” He said. You shook your head in disapproval as he gently pushed you against the drawer, pinning you against him.
“What is this?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow. “Trying to get more time out of me before you go?”
“Oh, yes darling,” His voice turned into a growl, “but that’s not the only thing I want from you.”
You looked at him, then giggled, realizing what he meant. You started kissing him, and he picked you up to bring you onto the bed with him. Your hands tangled in his hair, his hands on your waist; pulling you closer into him. He couldn’t let you go; not now, not ever. Your lips moved in a way so thrilling, the sensation sent chills down your spin. You loved feeling his warm lips on yours, you did your best not to think about how long he would be gone as both of your clothes were left in a pile off the bed.
Your bodies moved together through muscle memory, you’ve been together on this bed a hundred times before. Yet, this time felt different. Almost as if he couldn’t let go of you, he couldn’t let you out of his sight. Everything you did, he was behind you, watching you like a little kid. Perhaps this was a metaphor for how Tom felt about you, like a little kid again. You made him feel that puppy love, the love that people search their entire lives for. You have had your arguments, like any couple would, except your fights were mainly about his status in Hollywood. How busy he was because of this, how closely everyone watched the two of you. You and Tom did your best to keep your relationship as private as possible, but that was only to a certain extent. He was never able to promise you a normal life, but he made sure to give you a grand one.
“I think we should go shopping,” Tom said as he put his clothes back on again. You smiled, Tom’s insane job came with plenty of benefits- the wealth being one of them.
“Where should we go?” You asked, raising your eyebrow as you began to pick out an outfit.
“Wherever you want, darling,” He answered, walking over to were you stood in the closet. Your eyes met, and a smile grew on his face.
“Wherever?” You probed, keeping eye contact with him.
“Yes, wherever,” He confirmed, then placed a kiss on your forehead.
“I know you like to keep a low profile...” You trailed off, you realized you didn’t want to complete that thought. You would never put him in a situation were he was uncomfortable. “Actually, never mind.”
“No, what is it?” His eyes met with yours again as you turned to face him, only half of your outfit on.
“There’s just a place in the city I’ve been wanting to check out,” You revealed. “But, I know we’d be seen there, and I don’t think I want to deal with that on the last day here before you leave.”
“Oh, I remember you telling me about that store,” He responded.
“Yeah, it’s okay though, I’ll go after you leave,” You explained. “Should we get some food?”
You moved your attention back to getting dressed, rummaging through countless outfit ideas. Tom was awfully quiet, and you wondered why he didn’t respond to you.
“Tom?” You called out, but there was no response. You finally decided on an outfit, then left the closet to see that Tom wasn’t even in the bedroom anymore. You rolled your eyes, how nice of him to just leave in the middle of your conversation. You walked down the stairs of your home the two of you shared in his hometown. Your shoes echoed on the floors of the quiet house, the place was too big for just the two of you. When Tom would leave for projects that were months on end, you were miserable. Nothing to fill the silence, except your own thoughts- and that wasn’t always pleasant.
You turned the corner to find Tom putting his coat on, and texting someone on his phone.
“Ah, finally love, are you ready to go?” He asked, then pulled you into him. He kissed you, softly, before returning back to his phone.
“Where are we going?” You questioned. You stared at him as he started gathering his things, not answering your question. “Tom?”
“Huh?” He shot back. You tilted your head at him, confused.
“Where are we going?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, you’re playing dumb,” You smiled at him. He flashed you a grin, then put his wallet in the pocket of his jacket. He grabbed his keys, and put a hand on your lower back.
“Are you ready? Do you have everything?” He questioned as the two of you walked towards the door.
“Yeah, I think so,” You responded. 
“Perfect!” He exclaimed, then the two of you walked out to the car. He was being overly nice right now, opening and closing the car door for you. Putting on your favorite music- which, for the record, he never does when he’s driving. You wanted to question it, but honestly, you didn’t want him to stop.
“I can’t remember,” You started. “How long are you filming this next movie?” You asked, looking at the window to be welcomed with the typical English skies, grey and gloomy.
“Uhh,” He let out. Your eyes darted to him, and he had a questionable look on his face- like he didn’t want to answer.
“How long?” You deadpanned.
“Long,” He whispered. You licked your lips, you were growing annoyed.
“Thomas.”
“Fine,” He shook his head. “Five mont-“
“Five months?” You yelled. “What the hell?”
“I know! I’m sorry!” He yelled back. “I didn’t know it would be that long!”
You shook your head. “I thought you said three months just a few weeks ago, what happened?”
“I thought you didn’t remember,” He shot back, giving you a glare.
“Keep your eyes on the road,” You said.
“Let me make it up to you,” He whispered, he was trying to move the conversation. “Please.”
His eyes met with yours again, and you nodded your head. You were annoyed, but you could never stay mad at him. He placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles into your leg. The rest of the ride was just the two of you singing along to music, and him moving his hand from your leg, to your face, to your neck, all over. He never failed to make you feel loved.
He pulled his car into a spot, and the two of you stepped out into the cold atmosphere of London.
“You didn’t have to do this,” You explained to Tom. “You know people will recognize you here.”
Tom shook his head, “I don’t care.”
He pulled you into him, his hand around your waist, your hand around his. The two of you walked into the shop you were talking about earlier, it was just a small boutique that you saw on Instagram, but their clothes were really cute. You spent a few minutes looking around, holding up clothes to Tom, asking what he thought. He was never the most helpful with shopping, he thinks everything looks good on you.
“Wait a damn minute,” You said. You grabbed a sweater that had caught your eyes, then held it up to Tom. “I think I need this.”
“It’s really cute, babe,” He agreed. You smiled at him, then added it to the collection of clothes he was holding in his arms for you. You kept looking around, adding more clothes and jewelry to your pile. You finally gave up, determining you have successfully looked through the entire store. You walked over to Tom, and your mouth flung open.
“Um, I am not getting all of that,” You said to Tom. “That’s way too much, let me put some back.”
He shook his head, then started walking towards the cashier.
“Tom? What are you doing?” You called after him as he kept walking. He ignored you, placing everything on the counter as the cashier started ringing everything up.
You looked at him, and he looked back at you. He had a smirk written all over his face. You tried to be discreet in front of the cashier as you whisper-yelled, “Are you crazy?”
He looked down at you, “Let me do this for you.”
“Thomas,” You began, then your eyes widened as you saw the cost. “It’s almost a thousand dollars, you’re not doing this!”
“Yes I am,” He shot back, his smile growing.
“Thomas Stanley Holland,” You growled out. He kept ignoring you, and gave the cashier his credit card.
“I wish my boyfriend would do this for me,” She joked as she took the card from him. You and Tom gave a half-hearted laugh, as you gave him a side glare. You couldn’t believe how much money he was spending right now, you knew he felt bad for leaving, but there are plenty of other ways to make it up to you. Like, sex, or a date night. The cashier handed you your bags, and the two of you walked back to the car.
“You’re ridiculous,” You let out, but you had a smile on your face.
“I know,” He agreed, looking at you. He couldn’t stop smiling as he opened the car to put the bags in. You started to walk towards the door, but he locked the car.
“Where are you going?” He asked. You looked back at him, confused.
“What?”
“We’re not done, we haven’t even hit Saint Laurent yet,” He responded. “That’s my favorite store!”
You laughed, then walked over to him. You pulled him into you, rubbing your hands on his back. Your cheeks were tired from smiling so hard, and you pulled out to look at him.
“I love you baby,” You said. You placed your hands on the back of his neck, pulling him into you. You kissed him, and he kissed you back. His warm lips tasted like mint, and he smelled heavenly. His arms moved up your back, landing in your hair, gently tugging as his kissing turned more rough. You laughed against his mouth, breaking away from the kiss.
“Slow down there, big guy,” You whispered, your eyes sparkling despite the gloomy skies. “We’re in public.”
“Yeah, I don’t give a shit,” He responded, then pulled you back into him.
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i need to clarify that if u see @slippedawaylikewine responding to u on any fics, it is me. the rumors are true i have other blogs
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Hi! Could you write something where like, it's post new year and Tom is hungover and super clingy. So reader entertains him and he's just 🐙🐙🐙 😂 soft clingy mornings hnggg
a/n: so when i read this i immediately thought “taylor swift” so there are some references to her song, “new years day” of course. thank u for sending this in to me, can we all just collectively think about soft!tom and how clingy he would be when he’s hungover. whew. also, feedback is much appreciated & my inbox is open for requests. i will get to all of them, i’m just lazy sometimes  i write for another blog so that takes up some time :-)
warnings: fluff, there’s like one short reference of being sick but nothing explicit :)
word count: 994
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You and Tom had spent all night on your feet, dancing away the last moments for the year. If there was one thing you and Tom knew how to do well, it was drinking. You downed shot after shot, never thinking of slowing down. Of course, Tom was right there taking the shots with you. He also had a few glasses of beer, and also a glass of champagne. You didn’t question any of this though, Tom did this at every party. He also would grab you to sing karaoke for everyone, and made sure you were by his side all night. He couldn’t risk ringing out the new year without you by his side, and made sure your midnight was met with a kiss from him.
Tom loved you so much, it almost scared him. Almost. He made a promise on the first new years the two of you spent together, that he would be your New Year’s kiss every year. Three years later, you’d say he’s kept his word.
The party left the two of you stumbling to get into the Uber, and the entire car ride was you and Tom giggling. The two of you were blinded by the dizziness the alcohol provided, swaying as the car rocked. Tom placed had placed his hand on yours, squeezing it gently before the two of you crawled into bed. Despite being completely plastered, Tom looked at you before passing out, and gave you a kiss.
“I could do this forever,” He whispered. You smiled at him, then nodded your head.
“Me too,” You agreed. Then, he ripped off your fake eyelashes, sending you to audibly groan.
“I love doing that,” He laughed. He threw them across the room, then passed out. You laughed to yourself, then fell onto his chest to sleep.
You woke up the next morning to a pounding headache, and a sleeping Tom. You rolled over to grab water from your nightstand, chugging the entire bottle. You did your normal morning routine, washing away the night before in the shower. You did your best to keep quiet, not daring to wake up a presumably hungover Tom Holland. Considering he didn’t touch any water last night, you were certain you’d be dealing with the classic hungover Tom, but you loved to joke that this was actually ‘Thomas’, his hungover alter ego.
“Y/n?” You heard him question from the other room. You walked in to find him sprawled out on the bed, his head at the end of it.
“Yes?” You asked, observing him. “This is a very interesting position you’re in Tom.”
“Come snuggle,” He begged, staring at you. He reached his arms out, as if to grab you for himself.
“I have errands I have to run,” You explained. He pouted his lips out, giving you a disapproving look.
“Come on, it’s New Year’s day what could you possibly have to do?” He whined.
“We need food, and I have to pick a dress up for a fitting,” You said. He rolled your eyes at you.
“Do it tomorrow,” He shot back. You shook your head at him, then walked away. You were looking through the fridge when you felt Tom press his body against your back, sliding his arms around your stomach. He nuzzled his face into your neck, and you laughed.
“Hi Thomas,” You said, shutting the fridge doors then turning around to face him. He scoffed, he hated when you called him Thomas, but agreed he acted like one when he was hungover.
“That’s fair,” He agreed. “Now, come cuddle with me.”
“Tom, I already explained-“ He picked you up before you could even respond, taking you to your bedroom, and laying you on the bed. You laughed the whole way up, you loved when he did this. He later on the bed next to you, pulling you into him. Your head on his bare chest, his hands on your back. You played with his hair as you shared stories from last night.
“I’m surprised you even remember that, you were so drunk,” You laughed. His smile caught your attention, and you didn’t dare look away from him. His hands went up and down your back, your legs intertwined with us.
“I was drunk, huh?” He said, laughing at the memory.
“Yeah, I’m surprised you could even leave the bed,” You addressed, your tone mixed with confusion.
“Oh, I’m not that hungover,” He said. You stared at him, your eyebrow raised. “I’m not going to lie, I woke up last night and was extremely sick, but I feel so much better.”
“You’re crazy!” You exclaimed. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“I didn’t want to bother you!” He shot back. You shook his head at him, and he pulled your closer into him. He placed a kiss on your forehead, then you looked up at him. Your eyes met, and you leaned in to kiss him. His hands moved to the back of your neck as he pulled you closer to him, your lips moving together. You broke away from him, remembering what he said.
“You should always bother me, Tom,” You expressed. “I love you, I’d do anything for you.”
He smiled at you, brushing a stray hair out of your face. “I know, baby. I love you too.”
The two of you laid there, him holding you, for hours. Talking about everything, and anything. Tom finally broke away to use the restroom, then stopped in his tracks, staring at the wall.
He started laughing, then you smiled at him, his laugh always made you smile.
“What is it?” You asked, smiling at him. His hand moved to the wall, then revealed a small black object on his finger.
“I found the eyelash I threw last night,” He said, and the two of you burst into laughter. You could recognize that anywhere; his voice, his laughter, him. You could spend every New Year’s with him.
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Please do a part 2 of too late🥺🙏🏻
here she is!! too late, part 2
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too late, part 2
a/n: this was so much fun to write, make sure you read the first part to know what’s going on! as always, my inbox is open for any feedback or requests!! i will get to all of them, i have just had a crazier week so i’m a little behind! thank you for your patience! also at the end just think of jess and nick from new girl you know the scene i’m talking about
summary: actress!reader and tom are dealing with the repercussions of admitted feelings 
warnings: angst & swearing
word count: 1038
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“What?” You asked, shocked by the words that just left his mouth. You were so taken aback, you didn’t even realize that you had moved your face away from his hand.
“I have feelings for you, y/n,” Tom confessed. You stared at him, completely dumbfounded. You couldn’t believe the words he was saying to you.
“No,” You replied, shaking your head. “That’s just bullshit, Tom. You don’t get to go around, and be mean to me, then say you like me. Especially when you have a girlfriend.” You felt like you couldn’t even be near him right now, his words were overwhelming you. You began to feel angry that he had put you through this, because of his own personal issues.
“I know,” He whispered. His eyes were filled with regret. You didn’t know it then, but he was very much aware of the situation he had gotten himself into. The knowledge of these feelings he had ate you up inside. You walked away from him to go back onto set, ready to get this day over with. When you looked at Tom, you felt overwhelmed with anger. Maybe you weren’t really mad at him, but the position he put you in. Are you supposed to just forgive him? How do you walk around knowing he feels this way for you, and knowing he has a girlfriend?
“Okay, actor’s let’s take our marks, we’re ready to roll in 5!” Sarah yelled out. You nodded your head in agreement, and stood across from Tom. You couldn’t make eye contact with him until the cameras were rolling, and even then it was difficult.
This scene was particularly hard, because the characters were in love with one another, and you really had to act through this. Maybe you also had feelings for Tom, you just were too blinded by the anger you felt towards him.
“I think that I could listen to you talk for the rest of my life,” Tom said, while looking at you. You had to remind yourself he was only acting, and reading what the script wrote. You stared at him, your mouth a little open.
“Good, because I can talk forever,” You responded. The two of you laughed, as stated in the script, then he took your hands into his. The scene was set in your characters bedroom, and the two of you stood there for a few seconds before Tom started to lean in.
“What are you doing?” You whispered, drawing up a smile. You had to keep reminding yourself that you were just acting. None of this was real.
“Be quiet,” He whispered back, pulling you in for a kiss. You kissed him back, placing your hands around the back of his neck, as he placed one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek. His lips were warm against yours, and sent electricity down your spine. You felt the kiss everywhere; your stomach, your chest, your head; everywhere. You knew this was just you and Tom kissing, there was no acting right now.
“Okay, cut!” Sarah yelled out, sending you and Tom to abruptly break away from each other. You stared down at the floor, too scared to look up at him. Sarah walked up to the two of you, smiling.
“That was great! I loved the energy, you could really feel that the characters are in love!” She said to the two of you. You looked up at her, and nodded. Your eyes trailed over to Tom, and you felt your stomach twist.
“Alright, let’s grab some food, and come back!” She announced, then walked away, leaving you and Tom to stand alone on set. The crew started to slowly leave as well, everyone was hungry after today’s long morning. You couldn’t eat though, you weren’t hungry. You were too nervous about the kiss that had just happened to even think about food. Tom opened his mouth the same time as you;
“I just-“
“You ha-“
The two of you laughed nervously after cutting each other off.
“You first,” Tom said. You smiled, then looked up at him. You couldn’t help but feel the blood rush to your cheeks.
“You have a girlfriend, Tom, and I know you’re not a cheater,” You explained. “She deserves better than you confessing your feelings to someone else.” His eyes were soft, he knew you were right. He really wasn’t a cheater, he would never do that to someone he loved. Not on purpose, anyways.
“I broke up with her,” He blurted out. “I felt awful about it, but I did.”
You stared at him, dumbfounded. “When? Right before our scene?”
The two of you stood in silence, and Tom looked down to his feet. Your eyes widened in shock.
“Oh, Tom, please tell me it wasn’t right before our scene,” You said.
“I knew we would kiss, and it wouldn’t be just acting,” He said. “I couldn’t do that to her.”
“Who’s to say you won’t do that to me, Tom? I’m not sure I completely trust you, right now,” You explained. He shook his head in disapproval.
“It’s not like that, y/n,” He pleaded. “I’ve been in countless movies kissing other girls, but nothing has ever felt like that.”
The two of you stared at each other, so close you felt his breath against your face. He was begging for you to believe him.
“Nothing?” You asked. He shook his head.
“Nothing,” He confirmed.
Your hand briefly brushed his, and he grabbed it immediately. He pulled you into him, your body pressed against his. He kissed you like his life depended on it, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.
Your hands moved up his back, the kissing rocking you against him. Everything around you was still. The world had stopped when you were in his arms. His hands moved to your waist, locking you into him. Your mouths synced together, you were kissing so hard, you thought your lips would bruise. You both pulled away to breathe, resting your foreheads on each other’s, with the tip of your noses touching.
“That is why,” Tom breathed out, “I could barely talk to you.”
You nodded, “I see that now.”
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thank you so much!! 🥺♥️
I need some angst one shots that I can cry really hard to them, but everyone of them feels the same 😔 Do you have any recs??
Yessss I have some
Too late by @geminisholland
This blurb by @geminiparkers
He died in the end by @allfandomxreader
Strictly business by @asonofpeter (okay this is a series and you’re probably wonder ‘why did you call this angst’ it’s getting angsty trust me and also the one sided love hurts)
More by @toms-order
This blurb by @geminiparkers
Til death do us part by @allfandomxreader
Not again by @piscesparker
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i neeed a part two for too late !! it’s so good ❤️
your wish is my command... keep an eye out this weekend for part 2 😬😬
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geminisholland · 3 years
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Too late
this was a request, thank u so much to the person who requested this!!
a/n: wow, another actress!reader prompt i get carried away with! what a shock! i might make a part 2 to this if i feel like it, cause i think it deserves a second part! lmk what y’all think of that. as always, my inbox is open and feedback is always appreciated. love u, thank u <3 
summary: actress!reader is tom’s lover in the movie they are filming, but things off screen are a little rocky 
warnings: angsttttt and swearing
word count: 2033
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this was it, this was the big break you have been dreaming about for years. Your journey as an actor started a little over three years ago, and you loved every moment. what you didn’t expect with this journey, was how much time it actually took to have a significant role. you had gotten roles here and there throughout the past few years, but nothing quite like starring in a movie alongside the famous tom holland. 
you were so excited, not only because you had finally booked a big role, but because tom was your love interest in the movie. you felt a little weird about it, because tom was someone you had been a fan of for quite some time. you really admired him as a person, and the skills he has as an actor. 
The day of the chemistry reading with Tom was a nerve racking day, if you had no chemistry with him, you wouldn’t have gotten the role. everything depended on how the two of you interacted during that read. you remember the day like the back of your hand. 
you walked into the room, and was greeted with a group of people sitting down at a table, facing you. there were two chairs sitting in front of the people, who you assumed were the producers and casting directors. you had no idea who the chemistry read was going to be with, because everything about this audition process was extremely secretive. you weren’t even sure what movie you were auditioning for, just the characters name, and a scene to perform. someone sitting at the table asked you to sit at the chair, and you did as asked. you were really uncomfortable, you remember that much. the audition anxiety was quite prominent this day, you knew that everything depended on this. 
so, when Tom Holland walked into the room, you did your best to keep your cool. Which, for the record, was very difficult. 
“Hi darling,” he greeted. His warm smile spread across his face, and his eyes twinkled in the light of the room. He sat down in the chair across from you, then put out his hand. you shook his hand, you couldn’t stop staring at him. 
“i’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you,” you let out, plastering a smile on your face. his hand was still wrapped around yours, but you barely noticed. the two of you stared at each other for a considerable amount of time. 
“i’m tom holland,” he responded. “it’s so nice to meet you, y/n.”
“yeah,” you whispered, not breaking eye contact. “you as well.” 
he dropped his hand after the moment the two of you shared. The two of you sat in silence as the producers and casting directors talked amongst themselves, figuring out which scene to perform. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, even when you were talking to the producer, and had your back turned to him, he couldn’t stop staring. 
the scene the two of you performed convinced everyone in the room that you were perfect for this role. You never knew this, but after you left the audition, everyone made fun of Tom for falling in love at first sight. He made sure to brush off these remarks, as he had a girlfriend whom he loved very much, but deep down he knew they were right. 
a couple of months went by before you heard anything about the audition. this part was brutal, because you thought that the role had been given to someone else, due to the radio silence. you remember talking to your agent right after the chemistry read, how you nailed it, and knew that you had gotten this role. instead, you had come to terms with the fact that this wasn’t meant to be. there was someone else with more chemistry, who had played the part of tom’s lover, instead of you. 
but then the phone rang one night, and you answered it to your agent telling you that this part was yours. that you would be working alongside Tom, and that your hard work had paid off. 
The long days on set were catching up to both you and Tom, you were struggling getting through your scenes with one another. everything you did, tom would have a reaction to. 
“I think you should react angrier to my line,” you explained. “i just think that would be more convincing?” you looked at tom with kind eyes, this scene was a particularly difficult one to get through. 
“okay,” he scoffed. he rolled his eyes at you, and you were certain that you wanted to punch him. 
“I'm just trying to make the scene work, Tom,” you shot back. He had been acting like this since the beginning, and your tolerance for his behavior was growing thin. 
“got it,” he responded. He never looked you in the eyes anymore, except during scenes. every time you went up to him when you weren’t filming, he would brush you off. sometimes, he would just walk away without responding. everything about this was so... cold. where was that chemistry the two of you had when you first met? 
“I'm going to get dinner, do you want to come?” you asked after the scene was finally done, and you had wrapped for the day. Tom looked up from his phone to look at you, then moved his eyes back down to the glow of the screen. 
“i can't,” he responded. you stood across from him, and shook your head. 
“okay.” you couldn’t even look at him, and just walked away before saying something you didn’t mean. you thought working on this movie with tom would bring the two of you closer, but the reality was that you barely knew him. 
“he’s just so fucking intolerable,” you informed your friend over the phone. “i will be talking to him, and he’ll just randomly put his hand up, and walk away to answer the phone. who does that?” 
These phone calls happened almost every day, because Tom acted like this- every day. there was still two months left of shooting, and you really could not see how you were going to survive this. you didn’t understand why tom was unbearable, considering his girlfriend was insanely kind. you loved when she was around, because she actually included you in things. she invited you out to dinner with them, hung out with you in your trailer, everything. you just really admired her. 
A few days later, Tom came onto set with the worst attitude he has ever had. every time you spoke, he rolled his eyes at you. your chairs were next to each other, and when you sat down next to him, he moved his chair away from you. 
“are you fucking kidding me?” you yelled. “this is getting ridiculous!” you stared down tom as he looked back at you, and his eyes showed a glimmer of concern. you were furious though, absolutely fueled with anger. 
“you could at least use your words!” you commanded. Tom fully turned around to look at you, then opened his mouth. 
“leave me alone, y/n,” he hissed at you. “i could not make it more clear that i’m not interested in building a relationship with you, at all.”
your heart sank with those words, even as an actor, you couldn’t pretend that didn’t hurt you. you couldn’t hide the pain that came with that statement, either. you sat in the chair, arms crossed, and stared at the set to distract yourself. you watched the crew move props for the scene you and tom were doing, and then remembered you had to do a scene with tom today. you sighed, you couldn’t think of something you wanted to do less than be beside tom for hours. 
“whew! the set looks good, how are we all feeling?” the director called out, then looked between you and tom. she stood there in silence as the two of you didn’t answer her question. 
“alright! it’s gonna be an interesting day!” she exclaimed, then walked away. “tom and y/n, take your marks! we don’t have all day!” 
the two of you grudgingly walked to your marks, standing across from each other, but not daring to look at one another. 
“let’s be a little bit more warm, your characters are in love!” the director called out, then called “action!”
the two of you “acted” in the scene, doing your best to pretend you were in love. you could hear the groans escape the director as you kept falling flat in your line delivery. 
“okay, cut!” the director yelled. “okay, wow, let’s take a little break, and revisit that!” 
you nodded in agreement, and left set to go back to your trailer. you sat on the small couch, and placed your head in your hands, taking deep breaths. you were so confused, you didn’t know what you did to make Tom hate you so much. you were always kind, and patient with him. always willing to go out of your way to help him out, and at first he was this kind, patient person too. Then, he started to close himself off to you, and then just grew hostile. 
you took one last deep breath, then left your trailer. you saw tom walking towards the set as well, and you stopped in your tracks. no, you couldn’t do this scene with him. not today. Tom had noticed you stopped walking, because he looked back at you. it looked as if he was contemplating something, but ultimately decided against it, because he continued to walk to set.
“what is going on with you today?” Sarah, the director, questioned. “this isn’t like you.”
you shook your head, you could feel the frustration and sadness building inside of you. 
“tom is just so fucking unbearable,” you explained, your breath growing shaky. “Everything I do, it’s just not good enough! He's so mean, too. He dismisses everything I say!” yeah, everything that was building inside of you for weeks was coming out right here, right now. “like, today i sat in my chair next to him, and he picked up his chair to move away from me! i don’t even know what i did!”
tears were starting to form in your eyes, and Sarah grew extremely concerned. 
“i’m so sorry, i had no idea he was acting this way,” she responded. you shook your head. 
“it doesn’t matter, he’s acting like a toddler right now,” you admitted. Sarah looked at you, then looked at Tom who was walking over to the two of you. 
“what the fuck do you want, tom? What is it now? are you going to yell at me because we’re behind on filming?” you shouted at him. He stood across from you, then shook his head. 
“Okay, let’s do this somewhere else,” he said. He took your arm, and the two of you walked to a more private area. 
“let go of me!” you grunted. “you’re such a dick!”
“okay,” he responded. the two of you stared at each other, no one spoke or moved for several moments. 
“is this your plan to make me hate you?” you questioned. “if you want me to hate you, your plan is fucking working!” 
Tom took a step back, your words definitely stung. 
“It was just easier to pretend I hated you,” Tom replied. you looked at him, tilting your head in confusion. 
“pretend?” your voice cracked, and tears started to stream down your face. “why would you do something so cruel?” 
you were hurt, so, so, so fucking hurt. you couldn’t decide what was worse; him actually hating you, or him pretending he hated you. 
“i got scared,” he confessed. “You made me feel things I have never felt before, and that really scared me. i also have a girlfriend, and i love her so much, but i was worried if we became close i’d develop feelings for you.” he paused, staring at you and analyzing your face. He brought his hand up to your cheek, wiping away the tears. “i think it might be too late for that, though.” 
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