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timottea · 2 years

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I saw your request are open I had an idea, so the reader is Zendaya’s really good friend that’s a really big model and she introduces you to Timothèe

hii! thank you for requesting and for waiting so long, i'm so sorry this took forever but i hope you like it 💗

“shhhhh!” you hiss, tucking your hair behind your ear just for something to do with your hands.

“you think i’m joking? you’re super hot, yn!” zendaya exclaims, leaning closer in her chair and almost knocking her wine over. you two never were cut out for these fancy after parties. especially after the disaster that was the pair of you attempting to dance after too many shots.

“you’re stunning and you really think he isn’t checking you out right now? dude, i’m checking you out right now!” she yells, gesturing to the guy you’ve been attempting to avoid all night.

“lower your voice, dear god,” you beg, now fiddling with the stirrer in your drink, clinking the ice against the glass.

zendaya has this stupid stupid grin on her face that makes you want to put your head through a wall. when she starts making faces to the guy over your shoulder, excuses to leave spill from your lips.

“don’t,” you grimace, as she continues to meet his eye over your shoulder and then smirks at you. “do not.”

she beckons him over.

you lean forwards to hiss at her, “i can’t believe you’re doing this to me — i cannot believe you — this is the worst thing you’ve ever done and that includes the time you locked me out of my apartment and — hey!”

you plaster on a smile, spinning in your chair to face the guy who, according to your now ex-best friend, has been “checking you out” all night.

“hey!” timothée chalamet says right back. you’d give anything for the ground to swallow you up. to meet him like this, beyond tipsy and having just made a fool of yourself on the dancefloor, couldn’t have been a worse first impression.

you can’t even look at him directly; he’s so sparkly and bright it’s like staring into a star as it explodes, or an angel’s halo, or headlights at midnight.

“i’m timothée!” he says, extending a hand for yours.

“i know who you are!” you chirp, then immediately regret your entire existence. way to play it cool. “i mean, i’m sorry, i’ve seen you in movies. and you’re really talented. i’m yn. and i’ve had too much tequila.”

he laughs and your stomach does a silly little flip. you watch him survey the room for a second, confused, before he finds what he’s looking for and quickly downs his own tequila shot.

you let out a laugh when he slams the glass down on your table and grins at you.

“now we’re probably even?” he ponders, sliding into the seat opposite yours.

“i don’t know, man, you’ve got some serious catching up to do,” zendaya smirks, flagging down more shots.

timothée throws his head back with a groan and your stomach flips again. you hide your giggles behind your glass, twirling the stirrer between your fingers because now you really can’t sit still with him right there in front of you. looking at you. smiling at you.

you take another sip.

he downs another shot, shaking his head with a grimace.

“fuck, what was in that one?” he cries as zendaya laughs.

“you forgot the salt and lime!” you shout. he looks impressed and maybe a little afraid, and you suddenly feel a lot warmer as you lean over to shake salt onto the back of his hand.

“woah, how much salt do i—”

his palm flat against the table, you hold his wrist steady with a terrible excuse to touch him —

“it’s bad luck to spill salt,” you mutter, resolutely staring at the place where your fingers rest against his wrist, where his pulse jumps, where sparks surge through your fingertips. you miss the telltale blush of his cheeks.

by the time you’ve sprinkled the salt, mesmerized by the flex of his fingers, the smoothness of his skin, zendaya is nowhere to be seen. you glance up at him and his eyes flit across your face before he catches himself, quickly clearing his throat.

“uh, so it’s salt, tequila, lime?”

“salt, tequila, lime,” you confirm, forcing yourself to tear your hand away. he pouts, whether from the loss of contact or from the task ahead, you couldn’t say.

but then you’re studying the swipe of his tongue, the ripple of his throat as he swallows, the shake of his head as the sourness of the lime makes him squint.

“good?” you laugh in disbelief when his face scrunches up.

“uughrh, god, how many of these are you on?” he winces, reaching for the nearest glass of water.

“uhh, i really couldn’t tell you, timmy, you know what zen’s like,” you admit, craning your neck to see where the hell zendaya disappeared to. not that you care anymore, because he’s just gulped down straight vodka.

“no! no, no, no—” you can’t breathe, laughter bubbling up your throat and leaving you clutching onto his hand to guide him through it.

timothée splutters, choking on air as his throat burns, throwing his head back as he outright cackles, his giddy laughter infectious as it bounces around the room.

“christ, tell me you thought that was water, too!” he coughs, fingers gripping yours, rings digging into your skin. he steadies himself by looking straight into your eyes, dopey smile, blinking away tears of laughter.

you can’t help it — it’s how he’s looking at you. he’s making you light-headed, giddy, drunk, and it has very little to do with the drinks. your hand reaches up and strokes his cheek, fingertips damp from the tears that cling to his eyelashes. his eyelashes.

focus.

you pull your hand away the same moment he turns his face into it; the brush of his lips against your palm sends a shiver down your spine.

“sorry,” he murmurs, adding pressure with a kiss now.

you smirk, thumbing over his cheekbone. “so you were checking me out all night?”

flustered, he hides his face in your hand and it kind of makes you want to cry.

“okay, you caught me. i was trying to play it cool, you know, be that guy.”

you giggle, playfully running your fingers down his face. he lifts his head to meet your eyes.

“i was trying to play it cool, too!” you gasp, and he raises his eyebrows, pointing at you as you lean towards him.

he grins, sitting on his hands so that he doesn’t do anything completely reckless. yet he leans to meet you in the middle of the table, lips inches apart.

“well, now we’re past playing it cool, which movies of mine have you seen?” he says, then immediately laughs, waving his hands as if to wipe the words from the air. “i’m kidding! i’m totally kidding!”

but you’re off, you can’t be stopped, regaling the rollercoaster of emotions his movies have put you through. timothée puts his head in his hands, tugs on his shirt, and awkwardly sits through each and every compliment you shine down on him.

it’s the only thing his lovestruck, six-tequilas-down brain can come up with to show his appreciation, to shut you up, to satisfy that endless curiosity because how you taste is all he can think about.

“—i really just don’t know how you do it, how do you get your face like that—”

his lips absorb your praise, tongue swiping your lower lip as if you’re the salt, and by the way you’re scrunching his shirt between your hands, he’s the lime.

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cherrykindness · 3 years

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don't be happier |

pairing: Tom Holland x Singer!Reader

summary: you and tom are no longer together, but you still dedicate a song on your new album to him and his new relationship with zendaya

warnings: even though i have made slight changes to the lyrics, i highly recommend listening to happier by olivia rodrigo (if you want to)

wc: 3,3k // (read pt two: i hold you in my heart after)

We broke up a month ago

Your friends are mine, you know, I know

"I-I'm sure he has an answer for that. Tom is an idiot, but he loves you. He really loves you, Y/N."

Just the look Harry gave you was enough to break your heart into a thousand little pieces.

You could see how devastated the boy looked, eyes glistening from unshed tears and the despair explicit in his voice as he tried to defend his older brother's foolish actions. It was useless. Harry didn't blame you for leaving, but he blamed Tom for doing what he did.

Breaking up with someone over the phone didn't seem like something his brother would be capable of, especially when it came to someone like you. Just a few weeks ago, Harry remembers laughing with his family, all mocking, in the best sense of the word, about how whipped Tom sounded.

Harry could not understand his brother's sudden decisions. He was sure that you and Tom were made for each other. He knew that Tom thought the same, so why did he decide to leave you without warning while he was on the other side of the world?

"I will miss you, Harry." You said simply, forcing your lips to curve into a smile, then looking away to Harrison who was sitting on the end of your bed – the bed you used to share with his best friend. "I will miss you too, Osterfield."

The blond returned the gesture in the best possible way, asking himself how you could smile even with a broken heart. The room was a mess, clothes were strewn about the bed, and portraits had been removed from their original places; the place was already looking more like Tom than you, and Harrison hated that.

"I'll miss you too, ladybug." He said. "Nikki will kill him, you know."

You shrugged your shoulders, closing the bag before putting it on the floor. Harry seemed to have given up trying to convince you to stay, keeping his arms crossed as he watched you from the doorway.

"I'm rooting for her to make it." You tried to joke, drawing little smiles from the boys accompanying you. "I will love you guys forever, and I want you to promise me that you will take care of Tom."

"But he is a idio-"

"No matter how idiot he is." You interrupted Harry, arching an eyebrow.

He sighed, looking down at the floor as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"Okay." Harry replied with his voice just above a whisper, "You will always be my favorite, Y/N. Tom's too, I'm sure."

You've moved on, found someone new

One more girl who brings out the better in you

Zendaya kept her hands in her lap, her fingers moving nervously as she glared at Tom. He didn't stare back at her, keeping his eyes on the chaotic Los Angeles traffic as if his ex's voice wasn't filling the silence of the car.

"As a pop artist, with a young audience and so connected to social media, I feel responsible for leaving my insecurities on display." They heard you say after Nick Grimshaw inquired about the inspiration for the first track on your album. 'Jealousy, Jealousy' had just played. During one of Tom's trips to promote Cherry, you and Zendaya spent the night together, talking about the many insecurities that come with fame. Many of the things you both said that day were present in the lyrics of the song. Z just wanted to call you, to be there for you during the premiere of your album.

She knew that Tom wanted this too.

"Many of my fans, especially teenagers, see me as a role model, an image to be followed. This is thanks to my image seen by the public, of course; magazine covers, red carpets, instagram..." you emphasized the last word, "everything is so perfect and, you know, glamorous, that sometimes we give the impression of being extremely flawless and self-assured. But speaking for myself, I can say that it is not quite like that. Sometimes I get caught in the middle of mistaken comparisons with people I don't even know, wishing I had the life of people who are completely different from me while pointing out flaws that make up my essence. As bad as it may sound when said out loud, jealousy is as common a feeling as any other, but is important that you don't lose yourself. Nothing is as good and perfect as it seems, I guarantee."

Tom let out a bitter laugh upon hearing your reply, Zendaya swallowing dryly before reaching out her right hand for the radio control.

"Let's change–"

"No!" He almost shouted, interrupting her. Z was quick to shrug her arm, nodding sheepishly before looking at the window. Tom was being an asshole, he knew it. Zendaya was as much a victim of this story as you are. It was hard, though, to hold himself back when seven months had passed since he had last been with you – honestly, even Tom didn't know how he had lasted so long.

He leaned his head against the steering wheel as soon as the light turned red, sighing while facing his friend sideways. "Sorry." Tom asked softly, trying his best to disguise his choked voice, "I-I just– I miss her. Just the messages left on voice mail aren't being enough."

"I know, Tom." Z replied with an understanding smile, taking the actor's hand in a kind squeeze, "I miss her too."

And I thought my heart was attached

For all the sunlight of our past

"The next song is called Happier." The BBC Radio 1 presenter spoke up as soon as the discussion about the first track came to an end. "Can we really expect anything happier?"

You let out a laugh at the question, and Tom caught himself leaning pathetically toward the sound. He was sure that you shook your head before returning an answer, whether positive or negative. It was humbling how much Tom missed you. It was humbling to cling to those details while you were separated by an ocean of distance.

"That was, without a doubt, the most difficult song to write." You admitted. "Sometimes we go through such bad breakups, where all we get is a broken heart and a lot of insecurities. That tends to happen especially when the person moves on so fast, and you just can't keep up with them."

Tom held his breath. He felt the pressure of Z's fingers increase on his hand, but even that wasn't enough to bring him back. He wanted to hear you. He knew that this would hurt him in some way, but nothing seemed more important than hearing what you had to say.

"The clich�� that comes along with a broken heart is you want to hate that person, and most often reject the idea that they can be as happy as they were with you. I felt that way with my high school crush and I also felt that way after I became an adult. The feeling of being selfish and not wanting to share someone who is no longer yours is the worst of all, but it is still vivid. That person is fine, seems to be happier than ever, and you have to deal with it while gorging on ice cream and watching some romantic comedy on Netflix."

The two heard the laughter that you and Nick shared. There was also an intrusion from someone in the radio production, who asked you what was the best movie to watch in front of a broken heart; "The Notebook" – you replied without blinking. Tom smiled unconsciously at the memory of you wrapped in the covers on a rainy day, sighing at every scene from that movie he had seen so much with you that he knew the lines by heart.

"During that acceptance process, we also go through a terrible phase of trying to find fault with the person who is now with the one we love. But you know, sometimes that's impossible. All we can think is 'Oh my god, she's beautiful and so kind and witty. That's it, I've lost it. It's impossible to compete with someone like her.' Damn, that hurts like hell. It hurts to realize that you were not enough to make him stay."

But she's so sweet, she's so pretty

Does she mean you forgot about me?

Tom shook his head negatively when he heard your answer, as if you could somehow see him disagreeing with your words. There was no one like you. In a million years, there wouldn't be anyone capable of triggering in Tom all the sensations that you did. He failed. He made you believe that someone else had the same effect on him that you still had; an effect that you would always have.

Zendaya remained in deadly silence, trying her best not to burst into tears just as she knew Tom would soon. She had always been the strongest among you. While you and Tom were extremely sensitive around every little thing, Z had always been the rock, the one that held you together during difficult times. It wasn't easy to play that role now; not when she had to listen to you talking as if you were somehow inferior to the person who hurt you.

"Is this song about the relationship going on between Tom Holland, your ex-boyfriend, and Zendaya?"

Tom had to stop at a convenience store parking lot. He didn't know how he got there, but he knew he would end up causing an accident if he continued to drive while listening to your live voice after so long, especially while you were talking about him.

Z didn't ask the reason for the sudden stop, and Tom thanked her intimately for it. He knew he would break down if he had to talk about you.

You were silent for a while, and that was enough to give Tom an answer. Yes, the song was about his and Zendaya's relationship. Yes, you gave up your initial idea to return to the music world after almost two years on hiatus with an entirely romantic album thanks to him. 'Gross', the song you composed and sang only for him during a lazy sunday day had probably been dropped; "Thank you for being my biggest inspiration, brown-eyed boy." – you said before kissing him in the kitchen.

He still remembered clearly how he had felt on cloud nine when he heard you gushing about the feelings of passion and complicity that only you were able to explain since you first saw each other. 'Is it me or does it feel more than high school love? Not gonna lie, your last name sounds so nice.' – that particular lyric used to torment him every night when his head lay on his pillow, reminding him of the royal blue velvet box hidden in his sock drawer for almost a year.

"I love Tommy and Z." That's what you said after being quiet for a few seconds, and Tom felt his heart race to hear you say that nickname after so long hearing it only in recorded messages. "While Tom and I were together, I always saw fans cheering for him and Zendaya. Being romantically involved with him at the time, I didn't understand why and tended to feel bad for the comments that were always all over the internet. Now, looking from a new perspective and seeing how happy they are, I finally understand where it was all coming from. They look adorable together."

Oh, I hope you're happy

But not like how you were with me

"Okay, since today is your day, let's pretend you didn't masterfully evade my question."

Tom wanted so much to be able to tell you how wrong you were. He wanted to be able to tell you that it was all a Marvel plan that, in the end, had gone wrong. Everyone missed you. Fans were still constantly asking about you; they said they missed your pictures on his instagram and that time you dressed up as Black Cat to attend Comic Con even though you were not a Marvel actress. They loved you together. They just didn't realize how much until you left.

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go

So find someone great but don't find no one better

"I just want them to be happy, that's all."

I hope you're happy but don't be happier

When that introduction that looked like it came straight out of a Disney movie began, Tom sank into his seat. Your voice sounded melodious next to the piano, each verse bringing back to him a specific memory of your relationship.

He remembered when he took you to that Spider-Man Premiere, when he saw you in that sparkly red dress that matched his suit perfectly. That day he spun you around the room, whispering in your ear how you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Tessa ran around you two, chasing the hem of your dress as if this was some kind of joke she was summoned to play.

And do you tell her

She's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen?

"I love you." He said while you both swayed around the room to the sound of a song that didn't exist. Your feet twirled from side to side in a slow rhythm, as if you didn't need to be at a big event in just a few minutes.

You lifted your head from his shoulders, staring at him with that bright smile that would never leave his mind.

"I love you too, Tommy."

An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean

Remember when I believed

You meant it when you said it first to me?

Z rubbed Tom's back gently, hoping to pass on a kind of comfort that even she herself was not being able to feel. He had already given up completely, hiding his face between his hands to hide his tears and at the same time mask the shame he felt.

If there was any way to go back in time, Zendaya did not doubt that Tom would make different choices. He would not choose his career, he would not choose to please management or fans. Tom had realized the hard way that there was no better scenario than the one where he ended up on your side; hands entwined under the covers, phone calls at unconventional times, tea at three o'clock in the morning because he needed to stay by your side on the piano stool when your inspiration came in the early hours, plans for a new friend for Tessa. It could be another dog or, at best, a baby. There was nothing Tom wanted more than to have a family with you. God, he would adopt even a million cats if it meant making you happy.

"I'll call Harrison, okay?" Z said worriedly as Tom's hiccups began to get louder and louder. He shook his head negatively, trying futilely to get the crying to stop. Tom hoped that there weren't any paparazzi around, but he was too tired to worry about what would happen if someone photographed him in that situation on the very day of his ex-girlfriend's album release.

"Do you know what the worst part is, Z?" He asked rhetorically, looking at her with red eyes. "She thinks it was all a lie. I was about to ask her to marry me, but now everything seems to have been a sick game I played, and I can't even blame her for not wanting to see me anymore."

And now I'm pickin' her apart

Like cuttin' her down, make you miss my wretched heart

Zendaya understood him. She knew more than anyone what it was like to feel deserving of his anger. The snide comments she had been receiving on her photos since she and Tom were first seen together still seemed nowhere near what she thought she deserved.

You had always been so sweet, so lovely that it was impossible not to love you from the first time. Tom was already in love at that time. He would spend the night telling her about you, raising her expectations to meet you since she had always been a fan of your music.

To say that you had become best friends would be an understatement. You were already laughing, planning dates, and walking back and forth arm in arm that very night, and whenever any interviewer insisted on creating a rivalry between you because of Tom, you would both be sarcastic enough to say that your boyfriend must be the one who was jealous of that relationship.

Despite all the unnecessary comments you received regarding her relationship with Tom, you were never an ignoramus. You were never suspicious or treated her differently even though everyone said that she was the one who should be with your boyfriend. You defended her, only smiling and nodding when some hater or paparazzi got in your face to express their outrageous opinions – all that for her to actually be with Tom in the end.

But she's beautiful, she's kind

She probably gives you butterflies

There was no way Tom could be happier than he was with you, but you would probably never know that. While you were in London presenting your latest work to the world, already healed from the wounds he left behind, he was crying in an empty parking lot next to the girl everyone thought was his girlfriend.

His family missed you. His parents still didn't understand why he made that decision, Harry and Sam didn't talk to him for almost a month, and Paddy still complained when he came home without you. Of course, they all liked Z too, but it was different. Tom was different when he was with you.

Tessa missed you too. She still lay in the doorway of the apartment you and Tom used to share, whimpering as she tried to catch your scent on the door hinges. At the end of the day, Tom always had to sprinkle some of your perfume on the blanket she slept on.

I hope you're happy, I wish you all the best, really

Say you love her, baby

Just not like you loved me

And think of me fondly when your hands are on her

"Do you think one day she will be able to forgive me?"

He remembered the day he broke up with you. The way the line went dead until your sobs were the only things to be heard; how he had to cover up his own crying while telling you that the distance wasn't working. You looked broken. He too.

The pats on the back and compliments he got from his advisors, in the end, were not enough to make up for the loss of the relationship he had with you.

When he came home, it was as if you had never lived there. Your clothes were gone, the space in the bathroom cabinets had doubled since your numerous beauty products were gone, leaving only a mint shampoo that Tom used to use when your was not around or sealed with that seal that he swore was impossible to open.

He cried that night and the nights that continued for at least three weeks, sleeping on the couch because it seemed impossible to lie in such a big bed without having you to hold. The only warmth he received during the early hours of the morning came from Tessa, who lay on his feet as if she knew that in this way she would be passing the minimum of comfort to her owner.

Tom was miserable.

"I don't know." Z answered after a while, seeming to fear Tom's reaction to her answer.

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

"I'm sorry."

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whatever-itakess · 3 years

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Don´t Fuck it Up

Paring: boyfriend!Tom Holland x Reader

Words count: 2,8k

Summary: the cast of the new movie of Spider-Man was in an interview, and Tom released your secret relationship with him on live.

N/A: I really liked to write this funny and lovely story! I hope that you enjoy it! if you could help me, reblog the post. feedbacks are really appreciated :)

"Five minutes, people!" the powerful voice coming from one of the directors in charge of the first online interview of the day about the upcoming Marvel Studios film to be released - 'Spider-Man: No Way Home' oozed over the recording studio, despite the mask and the face shield muffling the sound.

On the set, following all the protocols in order to avoid COVID-19 contagion, were Tom Holland - obviously - Zendaya, Jacob Batalon and you, the new addiction to the internationally famous franchise on the big screen!

Your acting career started a little over seven years ago. You had played some Netflix series of your own few years ago and national movies since you entered the industry. But nothing came close to the beloved and acclaimed MCU. When you received the invitation through a phone call from none other than Kevin Feige, your heart almost flew out of your mouth. As soon as you hung up the phone, you gave the biggest happiness yelling. Your mind was electrifying, and the jangled nerves didn’t return to normal until a week after the first contact with Feige.

The next step that had taken you out of your sleep days before because of anxiety was the recording premier for the film. Meeting the crew, the actors and put your feet in the studio were one of the most strange and exciting feelings you've ever experienced. The moment the rehearsal started, your nervousness quadrupled. There were so many details, different cameras around the actors, and the change of space for editing to do its work after the shoot really scared you. Your breathing became labored, your lines, although memorized a million times, simply evaporated from your mind, and the shame of having ruined an opportunity for one week was horrible. You had the feeling that you would faint at any second, even if the team was supporting you. However, like an angel from heaven, Tom magically calmed you down, bringing a glass of water to you, accompanied by a gentle smile and warm gaze. He, without a doubt, was the person who reassured you the most during the recordings. The brunette has taught you hitherto unknown breathing techniques during the breaks, and as the days passed you grew closer and closer. The subjects you liked to talk about were similar, and your taste in music, culinary, even the cinematographic were practically the same. It wasn't hard to try a friendship that already been made concrete with so many similarities. You had fun when you were together with the other actors, but at the moment you and Tom were alone everything was so much better that butterflies fluttered in your stomach. There was a different kind of chemistry between you, that was a fact, and Holland took the risk of asking you out on an almost date in the restaurant of the hotel that you guys were staying in. You even had the dessert before going back to your respective rooms, yet the real sweet taste came from the unexpected kiss in the elevator. After that dinner, the exchange of messages between you happened with a certain frequency and the intimacy also grew, as well as the desire to repeat the kiss and pleasant evening you had during the rehearsal period and before the recording actually begin.

The entire movie was shot in two months straight, enough time for you and Holland to get to know each other better, if you know what I mean. On the days off, you would take some time together, let the hidden romance burn inside your chests, but nothing serious or that would compromise the professional work you submitted to. However, only on the last day the young man finally called you for a date outside LA, in NY to be more exact. The restaurant was chic and very private. No paparazzi in sight, which made everything run smoothly. And at the end of the night, in a strange but confident manner, Tom discreetly asked you to date him in the cutest way that you could even imagine. Despite your initial surprise, you accepted the proposal without hesitation. The British man had won your heart the instant he helped you on your first day of work, still in rehearsals, and being away from him after months of sharing scenes - on and off cameras - was not something you cogitated to imagine. However, making your relationship public wasn’t a choice you took immediately. None of you wanted to be disturbed about it, at least in the first months, so then, after an easy consensus, you followed your love life hidden from the media, trying to stay that way as long as possible. And it was working very well.

"Baby…" Tom's nervous voice called out as soon you heard it, and his apprehensive expression made you frown.

"What’s wrong? Are you OK? You sound nervous."

"And I am!" he exclaimed as fixed his hair, looking restlessly around.

"Why?"

"It is the first interview we gonna make about the movie!" the way how he said it, it sounded as if that simple explanation was enough. And it really was enough for you, understand what was causing your boyfriend a certain dread. "I don't wanna fuck everything up."

" Hey, just concentrate on answering the question in a way that doesn’t compromise the film. At the last meeting, Joe talked about what we can or cannot tell them, do you remember that?"

"Yes, but that’s not exactly my concern." the brunette laughed lightly. "My fear is that I might miss something about our relationship." he whispered, and you smiled at the careful and even funny way the actor portrayed. “We were three months together last week, and I don't want the whole world to know that we're dating. Even more in an interview." Tom was really afraid and worried. Yet you tried to reassure him.

"Look at me. Take a deep breath and stay calm, OK? They won't get into personal matters."

"And if they'll get into?"

" Well, if they'll get into, you respond that you are single." you shrugged as let a laugh escape your lips.

"Simple like that?"

"Simple like that." the peace and convinced tone was able to appease Holland's nerves, and after a cute smile of thanks from him, you hugged him in order to reassure him, the same reassurance he had given to you when you needed it. "It’s gonna be okay." your gazes met as you left each other’s arms, and then gave each other a quick kiss.

"ANW, how cute!” the act was extremely fast, but Zendaya witnessed the instant when your lips met his as she walked past you, and she couldn't comment about the cute scene between the couple.

"He's afraid to spoil our relationship, can you believe it?" you hugged his torso as you said the line, in love.

"As long he doesn’t any spoil about the movie, I don't see a problem with that." Jacob, who also nearby, made fun of the many times that Tom missed important parts of the feature films, drawing laughter from the presence of the local.

"In your places, guys!" the order came from the director of the show, and the small team obeyed, as well as you - the actors - sitting down each one on your respective black chair, similar to the one they had on the set.

Two cameras were aimed at you and in front of you there was a monitor for you to talk to the interviewer. "We go live in 5, 4, 3, ..." as of the number two, the director signaled with his fingers and soon the entertainer Jimmy Kimmel appeared on screen, with a wide smile on his lips.

"Hello, guys! Welcome to 'Jimmy Kimmel Live'! It's a pleasure to get all of you, even if it is online!" everyone waved and said 'hi' nicely, including you.

"It's great to talk to you again, Jimmy!" Tom was the first one to say something, and you smiled as you remembered the special appearance - online - your boyfriend had done a few months ago on the same talk show that you guys were on now. "By the way, did your son like the surprise?"

" William simply loved it! He was shy at first, but he loved having the Spider-Man on his birthday.

"ANW, I saw the video on the internet!" Zendaya said with a cute face. "He is such an adorable kid!"

"Thanks a lot, darling! Well, while we’re on this internet subject, I had read some rumors that there would be new characters in the next movie and I see those theories were real because there is an unfamiliar face among you, right?" you nodded half-heartedly in between laughs, after all the host was talking specifically about you. Immediately your colleagues looked at you, certainly proud, and plastered on a spontaneous smile. "Y/F/N! Very welcome to the show!"

"Thank you so much, Jimmy!"

"How are you feeling now that you're part of the Marvel family?"

"Awesome! I have been extremely welcomed by everyone on the team, and it has been surreal to have the opportunity to work with such spectaculars people on the amazing film!"

"This is incredible! What will your role be? If you can tell us."

"Well, I'm not allowed to say too much, but what I can claim is the romantic side of this movie will not only going to be between Peter and MJ" Jimmy’s eyes widened as soon as he heard you and a surprised expression came over his face, as did the others, who pretended that they didn't know what you were talking about.”

"Wow! This film will be such a huge thing!"

"You can’t wait."

"The recordings are over, right?" you nodded. " So we can talk about it." without being agreed Tom brought his hands to his mouth, covering it probably with the intention of being funny since, as everybody knew, he wasn't very good at keeping information to himself and wouldn't say anything this time. The laughter from practically everyone in the studio and from Jimmy through the monitor was heard loud and clear, as Holland kept his hand over his mouth.

"Can we keep him in that way?” Jacob commented jokingly.

"That’s a great idea." Zendaya agreed, and more laughter erupted.

"I can check with production if they have some tape to put over his mouth. It that possible, guys?" this time was Kimmel who joked and then Tom finally spoke up.

"That will not be necessary." he said as he denied with his forefinger. "I promise to behave, really."

"You career is at stake, young man." the interviewer got more laughs with his sentence, and the brunette nodded, pretending to be worried by closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "So, guys, did you have fun during your time together on the set, since the four of you are almost the same age?"

"Yeah!" Jacob answered excited. "It was even hard to concentrate sometimes when we were shooting scenes as a group. Tom and Y/N were the first ones to laugh and make fun too."

"In my defense, my character must be funny, so…"

"But that’s doesn’t mean that you have to clown around in serious scenes." Zendaya retorted Holland's comment, making the others laugh.

"Wow… We have conflicts going on here!" the presenter’s puzzled and funny way of saying it got more laughs. "And out of the cameras, how do you get along with each other?

"We have become good friends since the first movie. And Y/N has only added to this friendship and brought us even closer together with her lovely presence and wonderful personality."

"Awn, thanks a lot!" you said with a beaming smile turned to Zendaya, who winked and stroked the hand you placed on her shoulder. "We really had a lot of fun on the shooting and especially on our days off. And now the recording is over, we have more time to hang out and meet each other outside the cameras."

"It's really nice to see the friendship between you guys! How long did the filming last?"

"Two months." you responded together.

"And did you get to know each well during this time?"

"I think so.” Tom replied.

“Well, that’s what we gonna see now." in an excited manner, Jimmy presented the unknown attraction till then, which featured a dancing vignette. "OK, pay attention here. In each round I gonna ask you guys a question, and you have to answer according to the person who best fits the adjective I will say, pointing to it, all right?"

"OK!" you responded in chorus.

"Are you Ready?"

"Yes!"

"Let's go, who is the most gluttonous?" the fingers of your colleagues pointed directly at you, including yours, which is why everybody laughed. "Y/N! Even you agreed?"

"There is no denying it. I love to eat!"

"That’s to make two of us!" Jimmy agreed with you. "Who’s the sleepier one?" fingers divided between Jacob and Zendaya. "This one was not unanimous."

"I sleep a lot at night and take a long time to wake up, but Jacob lean on somewhere, closes his eyes and just passes out." the brunette girl defended herself.

"That is true." Tom claimed. " One time Jacob fell asleep while we're recording, and I thought he was faking it because it happened so, so fast."

"Dude, I was exhausted on that day. Give me a break."

"That’s quite a skill, Jac!" the host commented as he raised his eyebrows and received the approval of Batalon, who pointing at the camera. "Next, who is the most whiner among you?" all fingers went to Zendaya, except hers, which was pointing to Holland.

"Me?" she questioned, almost indignant. "Tom cried on the last in LA, when we were going to the airport.”

“I hate goodbyes.” the brunette was justified himself with his upset tone.

“In other words, whiner!”

"You cried when I told you that I had proposing Y/N to dating, girl!" at that moment the laughter that had been going on every second stopped, and a look of surprise came over everyone’s faces, including the interviewer’s. Holland only realized what he had done when silence broke out and his mind processed the sentence he had let slip. You and your friends had your hands over your mouth and eyes in amazement and of course denial that Tom had leaked yet another piece of precious information, not involving the job but rather your secret relationship. "Oh, shit…” when he understood what he had said, the boy threw his head back and ran his hands through his face until he reached his hair. "I definitely can't give interviews" the tense atmosphere was minimized by your boyfriend’s comment, which was responsible for the laughter returning.

"This time the spoiler was about your personal life, my friend." Jimmy didn't miss the opportunity to make another joke. "Y/N is red, poor thing!" you could really feel your cheeks burning, and it was impossible to ignore what had just happened. The only thing you could do was laugh, and that was exactly what you did. Even because you were speechless. Seeing the way you looked, Tom whispered an ‘I’m sorry, babe' in your direction, and you could clearly identify the annoyance on his face. So you hissed an ‘It’s okay' to calm him down.

"If I told you that he was terrified of releasing this information, would you believe me? "

"Really?" the question came from the presenter, and Tom nodded, embarrassed. "Well, on the bright side, the paparazzi didn’t get this exclusive bombshell, and you won't have any problems with it." you shrugged your shoulders, agreeing with what was said and then a weak laugh escaped. "Best wishes, Tom and Y/N! You two make a beautiful couple! For real!"

"Thanks, Jimmy." you said with a nice smile, just like your boyfriend."

"And it is with this unpublished and amazing news, and once again given on first hand by our spider boy, that we end the participation of the cast of Spider-Man: No Way Home! Success, everyone! Stay safe! See ya!" you said goodbye, thanking him for the invitation, and then the transmission was ended.

"I blew it." Tom whined in frustration as he stands up from his chair, somewhat disappointed.

"It's fine, my love." you consoled him with a hug. "Now we can come around without hiding.

"At least you didn’t say anything about the movie, man. This is a beginning." Jacob joked, and you tried hard not to laugh.

"Get out of here!" your boyfriend pushed his friend away and this time you let a giggle come out your mouth, as did Tom, who put his arms around your waist gently, pulling you closer to him. "I'm really, deeply sorry, honey. I didn’t mean it."

"I know, baby." your passionate smile took over your lips, and then you stroked his red cheeks slowly. "Don't worry about it."

"Do you still love me?"

"Of course I do." you replied, giving him a long and tender peck. "And I will love forever."

"Even if I fuck it up?"

"Even if you fuck it up."

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cherrycheridarling · 3 years

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london boy | t.h.

tom holland x singer!reader

warnings: none just cuteness and concerts

summary: it's your album release and you booked the forum in los angeles for the special occasion. you've invited tom and all his friends to the show and refused to let him listen to the album all day. just in preparation for your performance of london boy.

wc: 1.3k

"You guys have been amazing tonight!" you looked out over the crowd of fans, heart filling with joy. "This next song is track number seven. I wrote this for anyone who, like me, has a very particular type. L.A., this is 'London Boy'!" you announced as the track began to play in your ear-piece.

Tom's attention perked at the name of the song. You'd strictly forbidden him from listening to it for the whole day. Keeping it hidden while recording and only showing him the other tunes you wrote. His curiousity had been eating away at him ever since he heard the title a few months ago.

"I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal. And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey. But something happened, I heard him laughing. I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent." you fanned yourself with a smile as you sang.

Tom watched from the balcony. Sam, Harry, Harrison, Jacob, Zendaya and Tuwaine beside him. He smirked when he heard the word 'accent' and Harrison nudged him with a smile.

"They say home is where the heart is, but that's not where mine lives. You know I love a London boy. I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon." a memory flashed behind your eyes as the lyrics left your lips.

"It's beautiful." you observed all the arrays of colours as you strolled hand in hand with Tom down the streets of Camden Market.

While your eyes were set on the miscellaneous items around you, Tom's were set on you. "I'm glad you like it, darling. Look, there's some jewelry." he pointed to a small vendor with a variety of accessories on display.

You began to drag Tom towards them as he laughed at your reaction.

"Hello, kids! How are you today?" the kind elderly lady grinned at the new customers.

"Very well, thank you. How are you?" you smiled back.

"Splendid! What are you two doing here today? First date?" she asked.

Tom and you laughed lightly, "More like fiftieth." he answered as the old woman's smile grew.

"That's lovely! I love young love! So pure and innocent." she looked as if she were recalling memories from her youth.

"I love your jewelry. They're all gorgeous." you admired her work.

Gold and silver objects in front of you. Rings, necklaces, bracelets, pendants, earrings. The woman made them all. A particular ring caught your eye. It had a gold band and it was scattered with different brightly coloured gems. Red, blue, purple, green, yellow. It was jaw dropping.

"Oh, you're too kind, dear."

"I think she sees something she likes." Tom smirked as he watched you pick up the accessory and examine it.

Within minutes, the two of you were leaving the small vendor with a new ring wrapped around your right ring finger. You held up your hand and adored the way the ring glistened in the afternoon sunlight.

"You're doing it again." Tom spoke up making you turn your head to him.

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Doing what?"

"That little smile where you're trying to stop yourself from smiling, but it's there." he chuckled.

Feeling slightly embarrassed you turned your head away from him, "I am not."

He brought your face back to him with his hand on your chin and placed a kiss on your lips. Quick and simple, but it melted your heart.

"It's your American smile, darling. And I love it."

"He likes my American smile, like a child when our eyes meet," your eyes found their way to Tom's, "Darling, I fancy you."

If Tom could run down to that stage and smother you in his love, he would have at that exact moment.

"Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates." you moved your view to look at Harrison, Harry, Tuwaine and Sam who all had shit eating grins on their faces. "So I guess all the rumours are true. You know I love a London boy. Boy, I fancy you." that line brought you back to when Tom first confessed his feelings.

"And I win again! You really suck at this, Holland." you chuckled as you came in first place in Mario Kart while Tom placed fourth.

Tom watched you with a gleeful expression, "I like you. A lot."

Your head snapped towards him at the words. Unsure of what way he meant them in.

"As a friend? Or.." your voice trailed off as you sat against the couch cushions again.

"No, darling. Not as a friend." he chuckled.

Your nerves began to spike. A wave of chills running over you before a smile crept its way onto your face.

"I think the correct term is 'fancy'." you teased him making him laugh.

He nodded with a giggle, "Yes. I fancy you."

You bit your lip to try and contain your grin, but it was no use. The confession sparking butterflies in your stomach.

"Well, in that case. I fancy you, too, Holland."

Tom's mind brought him back to that moment as well before Sam pulled him back to reality.

"I'm going to pretend that she wrote this about me."

Tom snapped his head towards his younger brother, "Don't even think about it." your voice brought his attention towards you.

"And now I love high tea, stories from Uni, and the West End. You can find me in the pub, we are watching rugby with his school friends."

The amount of times that occasion has occurred would be too many to count. From trivia nights to days off of work. The pub was probably your most visited place besides Tom's home ever since you began to date.

"Show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride. Babes, don't threaten me with a good time!"

Tom bursted out laughing at the lyric as he remembered the story behind it.

You were cooking in the kitchen when you heard a loud yawn behind you. Tom making his dramatic entrance before wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Whatcha making, babes?" his words caused you to freeze before laughter filled the kitchen.

You managed to compose yourself before replying with small laughs, "Did you just call me 'babes'?"

"You know what? I tried something new and it didn't work." he frowned like a toddler.

You cupped his face with your hands, "For the love of all that is good and great in this world, never call me that again." you planted a kiss on his pouty lips.

His hands made their way to your waist, "I should stick with 'darling' and 'love', huh?"

You nodded before kissing him again, "Now, if you don't mind. I am going to finish making breakfast for you and our friends." you turned back to the stove.

"I'll leave you to it, love. Thank you." he began to leave the kitchen.

"Not a problem, babes." you quietly snickered to yourself.

"Hey!"

"You're one lucky little shit." Zendaya teased him.

He nodded slowly, "I really am."

"They say home is where the heart is, but God, I love the English."

Your eyes remained stuck on Tom's as the lyrics left your lips. You could see his smile grow even wider, if that was even possible.

As you finished the track that was solely dedicated to the brunette Brit in the crowd, your eyes moved to his lips.

"I love you."

He mouthed the three words that have been hanging between the two of you ever since your relationship began. Your heart seemed to take a break before picking back up at record speed.

"I love you."

You mouthed back, hoping he could make it out.

His never ending grin was enough proof that he knew what you were saying.

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ptergwen · 3 years

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sensation

w/c: 4.6k

warnings: some swearing, suggestive tings, and a pretty bad ending

summary: it’s the last night of your world tour, and tom has the perfect way to celebrate

a/n: i know y’all have been waiting for this one! everyone really loved when worlds collide but i ran out of ideas for it lol sorry... anyways my solution was to turn it into a oneshot :D based off the au!! i’m honestly nervous about posting this cuz a lot of you asked for it and i don’t wanna disappoint but i tried my absolute hardest to make it special <3 please enjoy

“thank you so much! we love you!” you shout to the audience, laughing breathlessly when they shout back. one of your dancers pulls you into a side hug, you throwing your arm around his neck. “we’re so fucking lucky you chose us, that you came all the way here. i’ve seen some of you back at night one. wow.” your voice gets wobbly, thinking about how loyal your fans are.

the tour started in new york, and they’ve followed you here to london.

tonight is an emotional night for everyone. you’re about to wrap your last show before you continue again in the summer. touring the u.k. has been a dream, and you’re just as thrilled to travel the rest of the world after your break. it’s bittersweet because you’re going to miss the hell out of your crew and the millions of lovely faces you’ve sang to each week. but, you do get to spend your time off with a special someone.

he’s watching you from the sound booth, sending fond smiles and loud cheers your way. thanks to you, tom has been at every show you’ve played in england. he brought harry along this time because he’s also a fan and wanted to see you. well, tom is more than a fan at this point. you’d say he’s more of a boyfriend. you haven’t discussed labels just yet.

your dates have mainly been over facetime, since you live on opposite sides of the world with insane schedules. a heartthrob actor and international popstar is quite the combination. you’ve only seen each other in person a couple of times, the first being pretty recently.

zendaya brought tom along to hang out with you in los angeles. he happened to be there recording some lines for a movie. she saw your concert earlier that night and invited him to crash the dinner plans you’d made, resulting in the best surprise and most fun you’ve ever had. the other time you enjoyed each other’s company was one weekend in paris. that was... something.

besides those two miracles, everything between you and tom happens through a screen. you’ll down bottles of champagne or keep warm under blankets while talking about your days. it’s nice, having someone on the other end who listens and actually hears you. tom gets it. you both do.

finishing your tour in london is convenient because not only will you have tom to comfort you, but you get to stick around for a while. he’s invited you to stay at his place. you can’t wait to meet the other holland’s, his friends, and obviously tessa.

“fuck, i’m gonna cry. i’m already crying,” you announce to the crowd, though they can tell from the tears streaming down your face. more dancers huddle around you and turn your single hug into a group one. you’re laughing and sobbing and holding on tight to everyone. fans bawl their own eyes out, the fact that this is it starting to settle in. the onstage crew even gets choked up, seeing you like this.

tom pouts from where he’s watching. he wishes he could run up there and squeeze you tight, but he’ll have to save that for when you’re done.

“i love you all so much, literally every single one of you in this room,” you tell everyone for the nth time tonight, swiping a perfectly manicured finger under your eyes. “my lighting crew, sound crew, my band, my fearless fucking dancers-“ a hiccup cuts you off. people burst into fits of giggles, which is a much needed tension breaker. you adjust your headset so the mic doesn’t pick up any other bodily noises.

grinning, you rest your arm on a shorter dancer’s shoulder, then go on. “sorry, sorry. i just wanna say, like, three more thank you’s before i get out of here.” there’s a chorus of no’s and encouraging whistles at the mention of you leaving. you blink back more tears to delay the breakdown you’re going to have. “thank you to my friends who always show up for me.”

with a knowing smile, you glance over at tom. “and, thank you to my more than a friend.” he smiles back, both hands held over his heart. harry elbows him in congratulations. more screaming erupts from the crowd as they realize where you’re looking and who you’re looking at. this will be sure to spark some headlines. whatever, you’re used to trending on every possible social media platform by now.

“this is the big one,” you preface, taking in a breath while everyone quiets down again. “thank you to you guys. for trusting me, for caring about what i have to say in any way. i feel your love. i really do, and i hope you feel mine.” your fans yell that they love you back, dancers gently swaying you side to side, emotions on high. there’s one last song, and it’s over.

“this has been the sensation tour, and i’ve been your host. was i good?” you try to lighten the mood, earning a bunch of what sound like positive shrieks. the earpiece you have in makes it hard to tell. “y’all were even better.” exchanging looks with your dancers, you pull out of the hug so you can get to your mark for the finale. they follow your lead. music comes through the speakers.

“i’ll see you again soon, okay? i promise. here’s sensation,” you introduce the song, immediately bursting into more tears. it’s torture to say goodbye. thankfully, you have the most incredible fans on earth, so they sing along with you at the top of their lungs. that includes tom and harry, your ultimate stans.

when the show is over, you run right off stage and over to tom. he’s waiting on the side with actual heart eyes for you. you practically leap into his arms, a hand cradling the back of his head, both his arms draped low and tight around your body.

“you were so amazing up there! absolutely smashed it, darling,” tom breathes out. his face is smushed between your neck and mostly bare chest. “thanks, tom. seriously, thanks for being here tonight and every other.” you smile a tired smile and wind your other arm around his neck. he presses some light you’re welcome kisses to your skin. “mm, thanks for having me. how’s it feel to be done?”

you sigh, fingers running through his curls. “like the biggest relief, and also really sad.” you’re such a mess that you could cry again on the spot. tom senses it and lifts his head up to see if you’re alright. “super depressing,” you surprisingly reiterate without the waterworks. “i know the feeling. you’ll be back soon, though. you said it,” he murmurs, a grin on his lips as they brush against the corner of yours.

you’re about to kiss him properly, then one of your dancers comes up to you. you’d forgotten that there are still stage managers and security everywhere, too. you get completely lost in tom whenever you’re together.

“you killed, babe,” coco greets you, linking your arm in hers. tom takes the hint and lets go of you. he watches on with a smirk. “nah, you murdered,” you send the compliment back and bite your lower lip. “i dunno, i feel like someone murdered me!” there’s coco with her dramatics. she’s genuinely hilarious, your shared sense of humor playing a huge part in your friendship.

she brings your free hand to her heart. you gasp at how fast it’s going. “that shit is really beating, coco. are you, like, okay?” “probably not. it was the freestyle that got me.” coco went a lot harder than usual tonight, since it was her last big dance break for a while. she puffs air from her cheeks and nods to tom. “this your man?”

“yeah, you could say that. i’m tom,” he answers, holding out a hand for her. “coco.” she pulls it like you would in a handshake. you beam at them, one of your best friends and unofficial boyfriend finally meeting. “sounds promising. i approve,” coco mutters to you. bumping your hip into hers playfully, you take one of tom’s hands in both of yours.

“aw, we have your blessing or something? your permission?” you coo and get a push at your shoulder from coco in return. tom chuckles, his thumb running over the back of your hand. “no! i was gonna say you should bring him out back,” coco clarifies, like it was obvious. you’re not sure what she’s on about. “uh, what’s out back?” you question. “an axe?” tom teases.

coco gestures to the nearest exit. “we’re having a little goodbye party in the parking lot. fire pit, snacks. remember?” nope, you’d completely forgotten. the idea first sounded like the perfect way to end your night, so you agreed to go. that was before you were dripping sweat and mentally exhausted. now, all you want to do is unwind with tom and tom only.

the superstar life is one you’re happy to lead, just not at this exact moment.

“i do now.” you muster up your most apologetic smile for coco, tugging on tom’s hand. “i’m sorry, co. i think we’re gonna pass.” her jaw drops. you’re never one to skip these things. “aw, for real? it’s our last night!” tom threads his fingers through yours while you talk. “bro, we’ve been together for almost a whole year,” you laugh out, nuzzling your cheek into tom’s chest. “get sick of me.”

“never,” coco deadpans. she catches you gazing up at tom, relaxing as his arms hug your middle. she’s known you long enough to tell what’s a fling and what’s real love for you. this is something special, and she can’t get in the way of it. she’ll let you navigate this yourself. “ok, just for tonight. you’ll text me?” coco gives you a real smile, raising an eyebrow at tom. he gathers that’s a good thing. he’s in.

“mhm. maybe we can hang out tomorrow,” you agree and let your eyes flutter shut. all that’s keeping you up are tom’s strong arms. “tell everyone i love them.” “i think they know.” coco shakes her head lightheartedly. tom laughs at her. “be good,” she tells him and means it, rubbing your back on her way to the lot. that leaves you and tom alone at last.

custodians are cleaning up the arena, fans are piling out, and you’re clinging to tom while his steady heartbeat grounds you. this is the only after party you need.

“harry’s got the car when you’re ready,” tom mumbles, tucking a piece of damp hair behind your ear. you loop your arms around his torso with a hum. “i was kinda wondering where he went.” “yeah?” he gives you a small smile. “gotta ask what he thought... of the show.” yawns are creeping past your lips, tonight’s events catching up to you.

“i like feedback from the fans, or stans,” you elaborate in your sleepy state. tom uses his fingertips to tap your temple. “what about me? i’m your biggest.” “i’ll, um, follow up with you later.” your words are slurring. “right now, home.” warmth spreads throughout tom’s entire body, his house becoming yours for a bit. “your chariot awaits,” he affirms before helping you to your dressing room.

after collecting your things, you follow tom out to the car. harry is in the driver’s seat, and you two slip into the back. he exchanges a look with his brother through the mirror while you settle on his shoulder. you’re hugging his bicep, his lips pressing to the side of your head.

“thank you for driving,” you speak softly to harry. he starts to pull out of the spot with a nod. “no problem. get to say i was y/n y/l/n’s chauffeur.” tom clicks his tongue even though harry is joking. you snicker at his remark, joking back. “you want the job? better be a five star ride, then.” your banter brings yet another smile to tom’s face. his family is everything to him, so seeing you get along so well means the most.

“right, right. did you have a good time?” harry wonders, twisting to see behind him while he turns around. he also peeks at you snuggled up to tom before facing forward. “great, actually. did you?” you check, the grin clear in your voice. harry goes into full stan mode. “no shit! you were brilliant, y/n. god, every note was just like how you did it the studio.” he’s raving, which is much appreciated by you.

“good answer.” tom shoots his brother a wink. “‘s that what you wanted to hear?” he asks in reference to your conversation earlier. your response is a kiss to his shoulder. “yay. i’m happy you liked it, harry.” he buzzes with excitement, having his favorite artist care what he thinks.

not much is said for the rest of the drive. tom and harry make some hushed conversation about golfing this weekend while you struggle to stay awake. they’re obsessed with that damn sport. it’s honestly nice to see, that tom has something he likes to do when he isn’t shooting hollywood’s biggest movies. your free time will finally give you the chance to discover other hobbies.

you stumble out of the car upon arriving to the boys’ place, a backpack on your shoulders and tom’s hand held tight in yours. you’ve got only a few essentials with you for tonight. the rest is on the tour bus, so you’ll gather it after your hangout with coco. besides, everything you need at the moment is right here.

“home sweet home,” tom announces as harry unlocks the front door. his words bring a tired smile to your face. “finally,” you exhale, keeping your fingers laced with tom’s and following the two of them inside. “i could show you around a bit, give you the grand tour. or-“ tom stops talking, feeling your weight on him. harry huffs at how oblivious his brother is.

“mate, she’s falling over. save it,” he suggests and kicks the door shut lazily. you’re done in. you’ve been having to lean on tom since the show ended. “another time, then,” tom mumbles, securing his arm around your waist. “there is one thing i wanna see.” your voice is low, body curled into tom’s side. he raises an eyebrow. “and that is?” “your room.”

tom takes that in a suggestive way, like he does most things. “we’re getting right to it, are we?” he questions, harry gagging and you nudging his arm with your head. “not like that, dummy. ‘cuz i’m sleepy.” there’s a beat of silence. “ask me again in-“ “wow, look at the time!” harry interrupts so he doesn’t have to hear the details. he’s sure he’ll witness enough after it happens. “off to bed i go! goodnight.”

he rushes to get to his room, yelling out, “great show, y/n!” on the way. “thank you! night!” you call back, tom letting out a sigh. “div of the century,” he says under his breath. “must run in the family,” you playfully retort. that gets you a firm poke at your side. “where’s everyone else?” you glance up at him. there should be two other idiots and a lovely, furry lady running around.

“tuwaine’s gone to the pub, harrison’s filming late, and tess is at mum and dad’s,” tom fills you in, grabbing your arm and draping it around his middle. doing him one better, you hug him with both. you squint in confusion about the last part. “they watch her when i’m out,” tom answers your unspoken question. “ah,” you nod, then deflate ever so slightly. “i wanted to meet her, though. the other boys, too.”

tom smooths the pad of his thumb over your cheek. “you will, darling. it’s only for tonight.” he kisses the same spot reassuringly. “we’ve got loads of time.” “yeah, we do,” you agree, instantly cheering up and letting your head fall onto his chest. “now, where’s your room?” “just upstairs. you need some help getting in?” he’s only playing around, but you accept, tightening your arms around his neck.

“show me the way,” you beam at him. “happy to.” tom wiggles his eyebrows, you jumping up. your legs wrap around his waist, his arms holding you against him. with a satisfied hum, you squish your face into his insanely soft shirt. “what a diva,” tom sarcastically complains while taking you to the staircase. “doesn’t even say please. no manners from this one.”

“you try dancing in six inch heels for two hours,” you shoot back, patting the side of his neck. he moves one hand down to your thigh for a better grip. you’re nearing the top of the stairs. “think i’ll leave that to you,” he decides and squeezes your thigh. “look at me, carrying the whole music industry.” your face easily gets hot and your words turn to murmurs. “shut up. you should listen to other songs.”

you’re on the second floor now, tom going for the first door. he frowns at his rejected compliment. “no, i like yours. they’re my favorite.” “really?” your muffled laugh sounds from his chest. “what was the first thing i ever said to you?” he asks, a toothy grin on him even though you can’t see it. you recall the faithful night he slid into your dms while he carries you into his room.

he’d tripped over his words somehow, the fangirling fool. before that, he tweeted to the whole world that he wanted to see you in concert. it was a huge thing, and people were freaking out about it, even more so when your online interactions became routine. that’s nothing compared to where you are now.

you’re currently living with him and basically dating. possibly, in love. the base of it all really is your music.

“that you love me.” you pause for the ellipses. the corners of your lips turn up. “but, you really meant to say my work.” “both apply.” tom passes that off like it’s a side comment, carefully laying you down on his bed. you look up at him with a curious glint in your eyes. “what does that mean?” his cheeks flush, and he bites back the smile that’s growing. this was supposed to go... differently.

you sit up, breathing out a laugh at tom’s boyish behavior. he’s precious, truly. “you do love me?” those three words will change everything if he says yes. he takes both your hands in his and holds them between you two. you meet his doe eyes. “yeah, y/n/n. i do.” so, you were right. “i love you... and, that wasn’t how i planned on saying it.” signaling for him to elaborate, you tilt your head to the side.

tom sits down next to and faces you before continuing. “it was supposed to be romantic, right?” he rolls his eyes up to the ceiling, annoyed he ruined this. “candlelit dinner, flowers, that sort of thing. seems more fitting for the occasion.” you shift closer to him until your knees are touching. your face is lit up, voice dropped to almost a whisper.

“since when do we do things the way we’re supposed to?” you point out and set your hands on his shoulders. “we’ve gone straight from online dating to me moving in. that’s usually not how it works.” tom chuckles lowly. his own hands find their place on your hips. you’re so good with words. then again, you are a singer. “guess you could say we’re, um, spontaneous,” he agrees, fingers drawing circles on you.

you and tom have explored some of each other’s most intimate places, yet you’ve never shared a moment quite like this. it’s like meeting him for the first time again. he’s too tongue tied to spit out what he wants. you somehow know, anyway. what you cherish most about your relationship is that you two completely and totally understand one another, on every level.

“tom?” you speak quietly, butterflies filling up your body. “hm?” he hums back. this is one of those moments where it all just clicks. “i love you. i really, really love you.” you giggle out of the pure happiness that consumes you, tom joining in your laughter. “i love you, too.” he sounds like he’s said it a million times and he’ll say it a million more. he leans over so his forehead rests on yours. “really, really love you.”

your warm breath hits his face, eyes darting from his own to his lips. “i want you to be more than...” you trail off, unsure of how to phrase it. “more than... more than a friend?” tom pokes fun at what you said during the show. there’s less and less space between you with every second. “you mean, like, a boyfriend?”

“exactly. be my boyfriend,” you all but demand. you’re half asleep and desperate to be able to call him yours already. “bossy, bossy, bossy,” tom chastises, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. how he goes from being shy and giddy to the cockiest person alive in minutes, you’ll never know. “please?” you throw in to sway him. your hand locks with his, slowly moving it off your face.

you run your tongue over your teeth. “at least kiss me.” “you don’t have to ask,” tom breathes, lips now ghosting over yours. “i was going to.” true to his words, he closes the microscopic gap between you, you pushing forward against him as you kiss back. your first kiss in love. his lips taste like the chapstick he always uses, and he moves them softly.

he places a hand on your knee, you opening your mouth so he can have access to it. instead, a yawn exits. tom pulls back with a breathy laugh. “you must be exhausted, yeah? let’s get you to bed.” he pecks your lips once more. “my girl needs her beauty rest.” that confirms your relationship. you scrunch your nose and grin wide. “and, she’s gonna get some with her boy.”

you’re reminded of how sweaty you are when you catch a whiff. “oof, wait. do you think i can take a shower first?” you grimace, fanning at the air for emphasis. tom uses the tip of his nose to nudge yours. “absolutely. need help in there, too?” he’s not asking in that way, only so nothing happens. the hospital wouldn’t be the most pleasant place to spend your break. plus, he doesn’t want to be without you too long.

“you know what? yeah.”

that’s how you end up intertwined under the hot water, letting it cascade down your back as tom hugs you close to him. you sigh in content and tangle your fingers in his fluffed over curls. you’ve learned that he’s super into having his hair played with. it’s endearing, how he instinctively leans into your touch, eyes closing as you tug on the roots.

he drops his head down to kiss your shoulder, dragging his lips to your collarbone in a way that tickles. they land on one of your breasts next. there isn’t anything sexual about it, only loving. just in case he gets too excited because it’s not uncommon he does, you gently put a finger to his lips. tom takes the hint and lets up. you continue combing through his wet hair while you step out of the water.

“do you ever sing in the shower?” he questions, drawing your naked body in closer to his. “sometimes, yeah. i honestly feel like i sound better there,” you admit and slide your hand down to the nape of his neck. tom’s tongue darts out to lick his lips. “not true. you sound beautiful everywhere, and don’t fight me on this one.” he smirks in satisfaction, you groaning at your loss.

“i really enjoy hearing your voice when it blares through an arena, though,” tom keeps buttering you up. you shake your head and settle both arms around his neck. “man, i just love you so much.” “i love you, sweetheart,” he murmurs back, you switching places so he can give his hair a final rinse. you watch him and his glowing body, admiring the sight.

“what a sensation you are,” you say mostly to yourself, which doesn’t stop him from hearing. “i see what you did there.” he eyes you while you do the same to him. your arms still around his neck pull him back to you. “tommy? do you sing in the shower?” you meant to ask him before, then he started throwing all those compliments at you.

tom scoffs, walking you back so you’re against the wall. “i don’t sing anywhere.” “what?” you gasp and put a hand on his chest. “you’re lying, you have to be. wasn’t billy elliot a musical?” he narrows his eyes at you as he tries to gage where you’re going with this. “that i did a decade ago, and way before puberty. couldn’t sing a word without cracking after that.”

your mouth is left hanging open in shock and disappointment. you bet he has a nice voice, and he’s downplaying it. “y/n,” tom begins, cupping your jaw with his palm. “since we’re living together now, there’s a lot you’re going the learn about me. good things, weird things.” he shrugs casually. “this is one of the weird things.”

“only because you make it weird! come on, let me hear you,” you request and wrap a leg around his waist. you’re giving him a hopeful smile. “god, no. you’ll hate it,” he almost laughs, a hand on your thigh. “i’m literally a singer. how could i hate something i love?” you refute, batting your lashes at him. “especially when someone i love is doing it.” “i love you, too. but, i’m not.” he’s quick to shut you down.

“drop a bar!” you try to coax him, which he already has a comeback for. “you first.” “i can’t. my throat is all scratchy from earlier,” you lie. tom presses his lips into a line, feigning pity. “aw, you know what’ll make you feel better? tea. i’ll go get you some.” he turns to shut the water off, so you grab his shoulders. “no, the steam is working. you can stay.”

“love,” tom addresses you in a warning tone that you can’t take seriously. he can’t either, a giggle escaping him. “my voice is shit. ask anyone, and they’ll tell you.” “i won’t believe them,” you hum, pushing back curls sticking to his forehead. “sounds like you just have stage fright. we can work on that, though.” “how?” he tightens his arm around your middle.

“i’ll bring you on for my next show. we’ll do a little duet.” you’re joking, though that would definitely be interesting to see unfold. “uh, never. what happened to you being tired?” tom cleverly deflects and digs his fingers into your side. you look down in defeat. “i forgot about that.” “yeah, yeah. no, seriously. we should really get to sleep, y/n/n.” he’s back to his sweet, attentive self. “‘s been a long night.”

giving in with a nod, you capture his lips in yet another kiss. tom never gets tired of them, and neither do you. you break it after a few seconds, lips lingering on his as they detach. “carry me?” you ask again, not caring how whiny you sound. tom presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “oh, you’re adorable. of course.”

well, you’ve found something to keep you occupied until the next leg of tour. you’re going to discover the many layers your intriguingly unusual boyfriend has.

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parkersharthook · 3 years

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Building Pyramids

(Tom holland x reader)

Warnings: alcohol consumption, that’s it it’s pretty fluffy

900+ words

a/n: wow I haven’t written/posted anything in a while so hope you enjoy! i’m trying to write more now that i’m on break from uni so pls send in requests!!

Requested: reader ranking tom and the boys with a dance mom pyramid

The video had been on your Instagram for a whole ten minutes when you’re phone blew up, causing you and your cohort to absolutely start cracking up.

The day started simple enough, Tom was out for work and you were bored at home with Tessa and very little else to entertain yourself.

Your solution? Call and request the presence of Emmy award winning princess of the television and probably super busy Zendaya.

Her answer? Yeah sure I’ll come over I’m pretty bored too.

And it started like that, with a casual lunch that soon was followed by a few too many glasses of wine, a few bad ideas, and one really really good idea.

You had set the camera up on your countertop and drug an easel from your room to area. You had then printed out the most embarrassing photos you could find and started the video.

You were giggling behind your hand, slightly swaying on your feet as Zendaya stared firmly at the camera. She was a much better actress than you.

“Welcome back, let’s get right to the pyramid shall we?” Zendaya asked with a mock serious tone and you nodded, folding your lips to hide your smile.

You clasped your hands, “disclaimer: Zendaya had no valid opinions.” She gasped and lunged at you as you shrieked in laughter. The video cut out.

You were back with slightly messier hair and even rosier cheeks. “Okay, we forgot to come back and film this but here we are. So as said before, let’s get right into the pyramid.”

Zendaya was perched on a stool, still in frame but clearly not participating as much as she was now occupied with another glass of wine.

“On the bottom we have Tom for obvious reasons.” You ripped off a blank paper to reveal an enlarge selfie that showed Tom with a buzzed head and a double chin. “He has currently left me for work which is simply unacceptable.” You ripped off the next paper, “Next we have Haz, also on the bottom because I haven’t seen him in months and he won’t answer back at an appropriate time. Truly upsetting.”

Zendaya took one look at the photo and ungracefully snorted into her wine glass causing you to start laughing. The photo was of Haz with a greased up mohawk and obnoxious eyeliner. The video cut out as your laughter grew hysterical.

You were back, a wine glass in hand, as you pulled the next sheet of paper off to reveal Jacob. His photo was quite adorable, with Jacob grinning largely at the camera. “Jacob is also on the bottom which is honestly the worst tragedy of human kind as he is often an angel on earth. But at this moment, he’s on a family vacation so far away from me and in a different time zone, meaning his texts are sporadic and I miss him.”

Zendaya stood up, wobbling slightly, as she declared with a smile, “I wanna pull off the paper!”

You laughed at her but agreed, letting her pull off the next one that revealed Harry Holland with cake all over his face. “Harry is also on the bottom, but close contender for second row as he is far away but responds in an appropriate amount of time.”

Zendaya clapped, “onto the second row!”

“First we have Tuwaine, because he proposed to name a chicken after me and I wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or offended.” Next paper gone, “next we have Tony Revolori because he consistently sends me TikToks that make me laugh and I truly appreciate that side to friendship.”

“and last but not least…..” Zendaya pulled the paper off with a flourish.

“Sam Holland! Sam is probably my favorite brother at the moment because he sends me TikToks, responds to my texts and cooked me a lovely dinner the other night that was super delicious. Granted he only did it so he could hang out with Tessa more but I’ll take what I can get.”

Zendaya smiled and motioned to the easel, “that is all for our segment but if there is one thing you can learn is that, the best way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach.”

The screen cut to black just as you started clutching your stomach in laughter.

10 million views in one night, steadily growing as people posted it to YouTube and other social media. You had gone viral.

~.~

“are you kidding me?”

“not so loud please, I’m nursing a hangover.” You rubbed at your eyes as you sat up in your bed, the phone pressed to you ear. Your hair fell messily into your face and you pushed it back somewhat aggressively.

“if you’re gonna answer calls, leave the room.” Zendaya practically growled into the pillow.

“who was that?”

“Z, she stayed over.” You answered with a yawn as you padded into the kitchen to start on some coffee.

“Probably best she didn’t drive last night.”

You bit your lip, a small smile slipping through. “is that what your angry about? Last night?” there was a beat of silence that practically answered your question, “is it because I put you on the bottom?”

“It’s not like I wanted to leave.” Tom whined into the phone causing you to chuckle, “and if Sam got first place because he cooked for you, then I should definitely get first place.”

“oh yeah why’s that?”

“because I cook for you and make you cum.”

“tom!”

“I’m just saying!” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“Look, I was drunk enough to put the video on the internet, not drunk to say that on the internet.”

“how unfortunate, looks like I’ll have to come home and remind you who’s the best.”

You bit your lip harder as a blush rose to your cheeks. “yeah looks like it.”

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tinytulip · 2 years

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zendaya has the voice of an angel istg

#she’s perfect in everyway #✨#—dear diary ✿

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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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amethystpath-writes · 3 years

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Hellooooo!!

Favorite TV shows? Movies? Books?

I need more content lol

Oh honey. You've just doomed yourself and everyone who follows me. Anything in colour is the main focus. I put descriptions with everything in white :)

Television shows (honestly don't watch very many but here we go)-

Vampire Diaries (I started watching as a joke but it's actually very good.)

V-Wars [Netflix]

The 100 (I personally wasn't very into this show but my ex best friend loooved it.

Um, I haven't watched any other shows to be honest.

Great British Baking Show?

Movies (get ready for an onslaught)-

Hellboy II (don't bother watching the first one) [paranormal creatures, very cool]

Underworld franchise (for mature audiences because there are some unnecessary scenes. also very gorey) [vampires and lycans/werewolves]

Queen of the Damned (this one might be R rated, too, but I'm not sure) [vampires]

Narnia [based off a book series by an idol. fantasy creatures- centaurs, minotaurs, witches, talking lions, talking beavers, yada yada yada.]

Pirates of the Caribbean [pirates, ye know? Also skeletons and fish people]

Harry Potter [witches/wizards, merpeople, good v evil, cool stuff, fantastic beasts 😉]

I probably don't need to tell you what half of these are, but just in case, I do :)

Alita the Battle Angel (or something similar) [robot lady with big eyes. Kicks butt.]

Ready Player One [based off a book. Most of these probably are tbh. Futuristic. Virtual reality- go- real reality I believe. Produced/directed by Steven Spielburg so you know it's good.]

Transformers franchise [epic vehicular alien robots that kick butt as well. Highly recommend these. Please watch. Also Spielburg or however you spell his name.]

Spiderwick [based off a Holly Black children series I read when I was a little tot. Awesome movie, I loved it and still do. Many fantasy creatures- griffin, goblins, trolls, a little house elf thing, hobgoblins because those are a thing (voiced by Seth Rogen btw) Also the twins are one actor and it's the guy that plays as The Good Doctor on a television series.]

Hobbit and LOTR [based off the books my absolute idol wrote years and years before I was even born. Hobbits- aka mini humans- dwarves, wizards, elves, orcs, goblins, a shapeshifter, a dragon. Also a little demon looking thing that's obsessed with this supposedly special ring- played by Andy Serkis. Lots of kinship and teamwork. Character development, woot woot!]

The Greatest Showman [best musical movie ever. Even if you hate musicals, you'd love this movie. I say that as someone who dislikes musicals. Hugh Jackman, Zac Effron, Zendaya, Rebecca Ferguson, alllll of the actors- even the extras- GLORIOUS.]

Okay, I'll stop.

Books (I've been working on this ask for like 20 minutes.)

The Remnant Chronicles (Mary E. Pearson) [Medievalish setting but it actually takes place in the future as she has said when asked! Amaaaazing villain in the second and third book. The Komizar is just- holy crap. He's haunted me since I read the trilogy. Kaden (an assassin) is a babe and I love him- he's better than Rafe (a prince), don't fight me. Lia (a princess) is a strong female lead who is extremely determined and strong.]

Pretty much anything by Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Thorns and Roses) (Throne of Glass- have only read the first book and started the second but I love it. Assassins, princes, evil kings, competitions, magic, political affairs. Amazing.)

White Crow (can't remember the author- maybe Mark something idkkk- but it's a single novel worth reading once. Very mysterious. Modern day and diary entries from another character alive in the...probably 1800s.)

The Devouring (also forget the author. Single novel. Kind of a thriller/horror.)

The Unfortunate Son (forget the author omg. Novel. Worth a read once. Pirates. White fisherboy sold into slavery in some distant land- interesting interactions between character and master- pretty sure there's a bird involved, too.)

The Witcher Series (by a name I can't even begin to spell or pronounce. If you look it up, you'll know it right away. One of the books is called Blood of Elves (this is the first book of the series), The Last Witcher- I believe. I played the third videogame of it and decided to start reading it- love it.)

The Devil in the White City (by Erik Larson. Actually a nonfiction story about an architect and a serial killer in Chicago, Illinois, 1890's told in a fictional way. Very neat way to tell a real story. Highly recommend.)

@silverwhisperer1 <- I have only gotten to beta read one of her books, but I love her writing style. The book I read was about pirates and I ADORED it. She has a pirate story already published called Hailie Storm, I believe. On Amazon, go check it out!!

We were Liars (forget the author, of course. Modern story. Veryyy confusing at first because of there being a large family. Don't worry, there's a family tree, and as you read you'll get the hang of it. No worries at all. MASSIVE PLOT TWIST THAT MADE ME BAWL MY EYES OUT IN CLASS. read it. Please. Even if it doesn't sound interesting, just pick it up. Literally one of the best books ever.)

Okay, I'm here if you need/want more :)))

#book recs #movie recs #tv show recs #I literally spent an hour on this

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I Forgot That You Existed : Chapter Eight

A/N: Chapter eight is here. A little longer than other chapters got carried away. Things are finally starting to fall back in their places will Y/N finally let her guard down.Hope you like this chapter. 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 : none

Mini Playlist : You belong with me and Style by Taylor Swift, Levitating by Dua Lipa

People gathered around you all after hearing the commotion.Tom picked you up in princess style and carried you to the car. He gently placed you on the seat then took out the water bottle and sprinkled some water on your face. You regained your consciousness, fluttering your eyes open. Immediately you grasped on to him..

“Tom!! That Steve!” you panicked

He embraced you in his arms, chin resting above your head whilst brushing his hand through your hair in a comforting manner. Your face was buried into his chest. The warmth radiating from his body made you feel safe.

“I know baby, it's okay now don't worry I’m here. He'll never come near you again. Let's get you home okay.”He cooed in a soothing manner.

You were trembling as you looked up to him tears shimmering in your eyes. He brought his hands to cup your face wiping your tears with his thumbs as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. He fastened the seat belt around you and swiftly went and sat on the driver's seat and started the car. Throughout the drive he was checking upon you constantly. He figured out that you were traumatized.

“Y/N just close your eyes and don't think of anything else. I’m here darling. Here, hold my hand.” you complied to him closing your eyes you squeezed his hand. Tom knew very well that when you were stressed you needed someone for reassurance.

Reaching home Tom helped you out of the car. His hands across your body you leaned yourself on him. He slowly took you inside.

A wave of shock ran through everyone's faces after seeing you in such a pathetic condition. Zendaya ran towards you.

“Y/N!? Oh my god! What happened to her?” concern in her voice as she took you from Tom’s arms.

“Long story.” Tom sighed

“For now get her some rest. Also she fainted a while ago.”

“What!?” everyone exclaimed in unison

“I knew this would happen, she hadn’t eaten anything since morning,” Chloe said, shaking her head.

Needless to say the whole trauma of the incident and your intermittent starving took a toll on you. You were down with fever. Zendaya nursed you through the night. Though Tom had earlier insisted on taking turns but everyone told him not to due the ongoing tension between him,you and El.

Everybody had trouble sleeping that night as they were worried about you. Next morning everyone was gathered in the living room.

“Man I would have chopped off his hands. How dare he even think of her like that? Harrison said angrily

“What do you think mate, I didn't think of doing that? I felt like choking the life out of his body”

“It's all my fault. She wasn't even willing to come. I was the one who forced her to come this time.” Harrison lamented.

"Don't blame yourself man. This wouldn't have happened if I hadn't made a scene that night." Tom shook his head.

"But Y/N has to still do the concert right? What if he appears there?" Harry pointed out.

"We need to talk to Alex right away." Harrison said.

"Yeah, good point, let me talk to Alex about it." Tom sprinted off the couch to go to your room as he saw Zendaya walking down the stairs yawning.

"Hey how's she?"

"Yeah she is fine now. Temperature is also normal but she's still asleep due to the medication."

"Good for her only she needs it."

Tom went to your room. His eyes went to your sleeping figure, he wondered how angelic you look sleeping peacefully. He pulled up the blanket a little bit over you. And placed a soft kiss on your forehead. Your phone was lying on the nightstand. He took your phone and unlocked it. He smiled at the fact that you haven't changed your pass code. He searched through your contact list and dialled Alex's number.

"Hey Y/N finally got the time to remember me huh! How are you dear?

" Umm.. Hi Alex it's Tom"

"Oh hi Tom is everything alright ? Oh my god did anything happen to Y/N?" Alex panicked.

"Oh no relax she's fine… sort of. A certain kind of problem has arised here actually." Tom explained to him everything about what had happened.

"Oh that swine. Thanks Tom for letting me know. I'll see to it that the moron gets fired and will arrange for a new one."

"See to it that it's a lady this time. Really don't want any more men around her."

"Yeah sure."

"Umm Alex I heard that you actually managed all this stuff for her."

"Yeah I never let her directly associate with anyone and it now seems that was a mistake from my side."

“Uhh can I.. you know be her assistant for this event and look into the matter.” Tom said hesitantly.

“That will be great Tom. I will be so relieved but only if you are okay with that.”

“I'm more than okay.” Tom said cheerfully.

“But I don't think she will agree to it. I know her very well. Tell her I appointed you then she'll not protest.”

“Okay thanks Alex.”

“I should be thanking you Tom for looking after her even after the past you both share.”

"Don't worry Alex I'll never leave her alone. It was nice talking to you mate"

"Same here man."

"I better go check up on her."

"Yeah sure" Tom ended the call.

Tom was about to enter your room, he saw that you were up.

"Whoa where do you think you are going? You are not putting your feet down from the bed today." Tom said with a serious tone.

“I need to use the toilet dimwit. Or you want me to wet the bed?”

“Oh that will be odd.”

“Let me help you” he gave you his hand.

“I'm fine, I can walk.”

By the time you were inside the bathroom. Tom quickly went downstairs to the kitchen to bring your breakfast. He had requested Sam especially to make your favorite soup. Tom was busy arranging everything on a tray as Sam spoke.

“Is El okay with all of this that you are doing?”

“I’m way past what others think about the relationship I and Y/N share, Sam. El has to understand that before we were a couple Y/N and I were best friends and that relationship will never change. Though lately I have been failing in my best friend duties too.”

“But are you doing this for Y/N as her childhood best friend or are your boyfriend instincts coming back?”

“No mate Y/N and I have been through it. We aren't getting back together at least she doesn't want to.”

“What about you bro?”

“I don't know. For now I only know she needs me and I'll be there for her."

You stepped out of the bathroom feeling fresh. You walked to the dressing table to brush your hair. Tom walked in your room and placed the food tray on the bedside table.

“C'mon sit down.” You turned around.

“What's this?”

“Your breakfast. Sam made your favorite soup. Now come over here.” He patted on the mattress

“You seriously don't need to do this for me.”

“You talk a lot just do as I say and come here and sit down.” You went and sat on the bed folding your legs resting your back against the headboard. Tom sat on the bed facing you. He took a spoonful of the soup and blew the hot air to cool it down for you.

“Okay now open your mouth.”

“I'm not a baby Tom. I can eat by myself.”

“Yeah that is why you starved yourself. Seriously Y/N I didn't expect this from you. Since when did you become so irresponsible about your health? I was so worried…I mean we all were so worried about you.”

“I was at a loss of appetite and didn't feel like eating.” You sheepishly looked at him.

“Okay enough talking now, finish this.” Tom fed you. After you finished eating he wiped your mouth with a napkin.

“By the way thanks for this and yesterday.”

“Hey I'm your friendly neighborhood spiderman it's my job to protect people.” He chuckled. You smiled, shaking your head. Suddenly your face dropped as you remembered last night's events. Tom noticed that.

“Hey it's alright Y/N.” He said holding your hand and rubbing his thumb reassuringly.

"You were so right Tom, that guy was a monster. How could I be so blind?" you repented.

"Just forget about that moron thinking as if it was a nightmare which is now over."

"By the way I have good news for you. I'm your temporary assistant for this whole event.”

“No you're not.” you said in disbelief.

“You don't get to decide because Alex has already appointed me and now everything will go through me.”

“What!? You called Alex? I'm so dead right now.” You shook your head holding it with your hand.

“He has strictly said not to allow you to interact with anyone I'm in charge of everything for the next three days.”

“Okay but do I need to pay you? I don't mind but I didn't appoint you, you volunteered so it should be free.” Tom laughed. Just then Paddy knocked at the door. You both looked at him. Tom walked to him and took the thing Paddy brought with him in his hand.

“Thank you Pads I'll take it from here.”

“What is that?”

“A glass of warm milk for you.”

“And what do you expect from me? To drink it? That's not happening.” You crossed your arms shaking your head in disapproval.

“Y/N you have to drink this. You are still weak.”

“Tom you know very well I am nauseous to it's smell.” you whined

“See I haven't told your parents about your fainting episode so if you don't want them to know, finish this.”

“Are you blackmailing me?” you raised an eyebrow placing your hands on your hips.

“I might if you don't listen.” he shrugged.

“Uggh!! okay fine!” You took the glass from his hand and pinched your nose so that you don't inhale the smell. You drank the milk.

“C'mon. Yeah almost there.” Tom encouraged you.

"Good girl." You gagged after you finished it. He took the glass from your hand. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Okay as you're taking a rest today let me chalk out everything for your event. So what songs are you planning to perform?”

“Everything is noted down on my iPad, wait let me bring it.”

“What did I say you are not setting your feet down today. I'll take it myself, where is it?” You rolled your eyes.

“It's in that brown duffel bag.” He went and unzipped the bag. Something of yours caught his eyes as a slight blush crept on his face.

You suddenly remembered in that bag you had packed some of your finest lacy lingerie just in case you know, but now it was too late. You flustered noticing his facial expressions.

"What are you ogling at you perv? They are just clothes only okay. And as if you have never seen those before" Tom was startled as he turned around.

"What!? I didn't say anything.” He chuckled. “And these I'm seeing for the first time, when did you buy these? They are really pretty by the way" he gave a cheeky grin. You gawked at his audacity narrowing your eyes.

"Okay sorry I shouldn't have said that" he laughed.

He extended you the tablet, you snatched it from him and opened the files and handed it back to him. After taking a look he said.

"Okay the other songs are fine but I don't agree with the starting song."

"Why?"

"It's kind of dark and I think you should start with something cheerful."

"Tom that song got record views on YouTube in 24 hours and to be speaking of dark the whole album is dark. And Steve also said it would be.." you stopped as Tom gave you a questioning look.

"Yeah right no more talking or thinking about that moron but I need to sing at least one from the album." You whined.

"Yeah choose any other song from the album and sing it in between not in the beginning."

"Then what do you want me to sing?"

"I have the best song in my mind." He took out his phone and played a song.

You belong with me playing

"Oh no no no I'm not doing that." you nodded your head sideways vigorously in disapproval.

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset

She's goin' off about somethin' that you said

'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do

I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night

I'm listenin' to the kind of music she doesn't like

And she'll never know your story like I do

Song continues to play in the background……

"Oh c'mon. You used to love singing this when I was in a relationship with the girl you hated the most in high school."

"Huh! That gothic troglodyte." You scoffed.

"What was her name again?" Your forehead puckered pretended to think hard.

"Sofia"

“Yeah right Sofia. How dare she come to me and say to stay away from you. I was this close to hitting her in the face.” Tom shook his head laughing.

“I was like excuse me bitch don't get so flattered with the new boyfriend you are showing off to the world because if I go and tell him to leave you he will oblige to me without a question and throw you out of his life."

"You seriously had that much trust in me." Tom’s eyes widened.

"I trusted you more than me, dummy."

“You seriously couldn't ask out any other girl in the whole school? How desperate were you?" you frowned, rolling your eyes.

“C'mon I wasn't a stud that time as you see me now."

“You could have asked me out." You pouted.

“You were my junior Y/N how could you come to my senior prom."

“I still remember how you used to roam around her like a puppy.” you giggled.

“No I didn't.” he retorted.

“Yes you did but when she dumped you for that red head I was the happiest person on this planet not gonna lie.” you snorted.

“Ouch”

“She was a good riddance though.” You chuckled.

“That's why you were upset and wrote this song back then?” He arched his brows.

“Nooo why would I be upset with that flour bag. It was you for who I was upset for. I had this huge crush on you but you never noticed it. I felt insecure. She made me think that maybe I'm not good enough for you. Maybe I'm not that pretty.” you rambled.

“Hey hey listen to me.” He cupped your face.

“you're the prettiest, most talented and kind hearted girl I have ever met. We actually don't deserve you. You are perfect and that is why even after I had feelings for you since like forever I didn't have the guts to ask you out. Never underestimate yourself, you only deserve the best.”

El had come to call Tom but she stopped at the doorway as she listened to your conversation.

Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?

Been here all along, so why can't you see

You belong with me

Standin' by and waitin' at your back door

All this time, how could you not know, baby

You belong with me

Have you ever thought just maybe

You belong with me

You gazed into his soft brown eyes. You wanted to tell him that you have already lost the best thing you had, that is him. You both stared into each other a little longer, you cleared your throat to ease the tension as Tom retracted his hands from your face.

“Uhh okay I think you should lie down now let me go check what others are doing.”

“Yeah." Tom left taking the food tray.

………………………………….

After lunch you were still lying on bed utterly bored Zendaya was beside you reading a book.

“Am I on my deathbed?''

“What makes you think that?" Zendaya chuckled.

“Then why am I not allowed to go out?"

“You are sick and anyways the boys are decorating the house for Harrison's birthday so we don’t have anything to do."

“Wait what!!? Oh my god I totally forgot today is Harrison's birthday." You slapped your forehead.

"They are decorating and didn't bother to call me. Wait till I kick their asses." You got up from the bed and ran downstairs.

“What are you guys doing?" you said, crossing your hands, frowning.

“Can't you see we are decorating." Harry said.

“Yeah that I can totally see but is Haz turning 5 today? What's with this annoyingly stupid decoration?" you said with a sarcastic tone.

“And the sassy queen is back.'' Harry quipped.

“Seriously guys I have been away from you all like what six years and you guys have lost all your class. I didn't expect your standards to go this low. But that's fine I'm here now I'll get you back in shape."

“Y/N we can't redo the decorations again we are tired already." Sam whined.

“And why are you even out of your bed? Tom counter questioned you holding some streamers in his hands.

“C'mon guys my man is turning 30. I want it to be special. Pleaase." You pouted.

“Okay as you say Y/N." The boys agreed.

"Yayy!! Love you guys" You clapped your hands excitedly.

“Okay let's discuss and make a list of things we require quickly.

“First of all the theme color of the party will be black and gold so I need metallic balloons in black and gold. Sam I need you to cook the finest dishes you have got to offer. Tuwaine you handle the booze Jacob will help you with that. Oh and for the cake I need a rum cake."

“What are you gonna do?" Harry asked.

“What? I'm already doing the work of supervising you guys isn’t that enough?. Moreover, I'm sick too, you know."

“Always know your way with us."

“Okay enough talking get your asses back to work we don't have much time. And take these ridiculous decorations out of my sight." Everyone got back to redecorating the house as per your directions.

“Okay guys everything ready? Ed texted me they are almost at the front door."

"Everything is as you wanted Y/N stop stressing so much" Tuwaine reassured.

"Okay then get into your positions."

Ed came back with Harrison. The lights were out as you all positioned yourselves. As soon as the door opened you all jumped out of your places. The lights turned on.

“Surprise!!!!!!"

“Happy Birthday!!! Harrison!!!" Everyone shouted in unison.

“Whoa!!" Harrison was overwhelmed with joy as he gasped, putting his hand on his chest.

“Now this looks like a dope decoration. Which you divs ofcourse can't pull it off unless it was my best girl…" he was cut short as you walked in singing with the birthday cake in your hand.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday dear Harrison

Happy birthday to you

Tom was behind you; he had two crackers lighted in his hands.

“Aww thank you guys I'm feeling so emotional right now." You placed the cake on the table.

“C'mon you div cut the cake."

Harrison blew out the candles and cut the cake. He took a piece and fed you first.

“Congratulations now you are officially an old man." You teased. He then fed to Tom.

“Happy birthday bro." Tom hugged him.Everybody helped themselves with the cake and food.

“Okay let's light up the party will ya?"

You played the music.

Levitating starts playing

(If you wanna run away with me, I know a galaxy

And I could take you for a ride

I had a premonition that we fell into a rhythm

Where the music don't stop for life

Glitter in the sky, glitter in my eye

Shining just the way I like

If you feeling like you need a little bit of company

You met me at the perfect time)

“C'mon singleton I'm your date for tonight.” you pulled Harrison by his hands to the centre of the room.

(You want me, I want you, baby

My sugar boo, I'm levitating

The milky way, we're renegading

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You pulled him closer to you and placed his hands on your hips. Your hands went on to his shoulders as you both swayed to the music.

(I got you, moonlight

You're my starlight

I need you all night

Come on, dance with me

I'm levitating

You, moonlight

You're my starlight

I need you all night

Come on, dance with me

I'm levitating)

Others joined you shortly. You interlock your hands around his neck as you sway back and forth.

“Sorry for almost ruining your birthday” you pouted.

“Hey this is the best birthday I have ever had” he raised his hands to your shoulders, interlocking them around your neck. “Especially when my best friend has planned everything” He lightly bumped his forehead on yours.

(I believe that you're for me, I feel it in our energy

I see us written in the stars

We can go wherever, so let's do it now or never

Baby, nothing's ever ever too far

Glitter in the sky, glitter in our eyes

Shining just the way we are

I feel like we're forever every time we get together

But whatever, let's get lost on Mars)

Harrison twirled you around as you both laughed. You left his hand and waltzed your way to the tables where the drinks were kept. You saw El standing in the corner you thought of going to her but then let go of the thought.

(You can fly away with me tonight

You can fly away with me tonight

Baby, let me take you for a ride

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm levitating (woo)

You can fly away with me tonight

Baby let me take you for a ride

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You saw Tom approach El as they happily danced together. You smiled.

(My love is like a rocket, watch it blast-off

And I'm feeling so electric, dance my ass off

And even if I wanted to, I can't stop

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You, Zendaya and Chloe got up on the large wooden centre table of the living room and started dancing.

“If you girls fall off the table and break your bones we are not taking your responsibility” Ed warned.

(My love is like a rocket, watch it blast-off

And I'm feeling so electric, dance my ass off

And even if I wanted to, I can't stop

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

“Don’t worry babe our bones are very strong and bendy” Chloe snickered. As you all bursted out laughing.

(You want me, I want you, baby

My sugar boo, I'm levitating

The milky way, we're renegading

I got you, moonlight

You're my starlight

I need you all night

Come on dance with me

I'm levitating (woo)

You all jumped off the table as you were about to turn you bumped into Tom, your palms lay flat on his chest, his hands went around your waist. You locked eyes with each other for a moment, soon you retracted. Harrison came and placed his hands on both of your backs as you danced together.

(You can fly away with me tonight

You can fly away with me tonight

Baby, let me take you for a ride

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm levitating (woo)

Song continues………...

The night was full of hearty laughters, drinks, good music and lots of dancing.

After the wild night you guys had. You were sleeping like a log next morning. Zendaya tried to wake you up but you didn't budge so she gave up. Tom checked the time,he knew you were going to be late if he didn’t wake you up.

“Y/N wake up" Tom nudged your shoulder pulling away the covers.

"Mmmhmm go away Tom let me sleep" you waved your hand to shoo him away.

"You can sleep as much as you want after the concert. C'mon love wake up."

“No!" You pulled over the covers on your face.

Tom thought he had no other option than doing what he was going to do. He put his hands inside the covers and started tickling you.

“Okay sleepyhead now get up."

“Tom! Stop it! No!" You started giggling as you rolled on your side. Tom continued to tickle you and got up on the bed. He was laughing too. You threw your arms and legs to tackle him away. He caught one of your hands and got up to straddle you around your hips.

“You can't win, I have super strength, remember?"

“Oh fuck off you div." You threw your legs once more as Tom lost balance and fell on your side you quickly got up to straddle him.

“I win." You pinned his hands down and flashed a cheeky grin.

“Not so easily darling." He easily freed his hands from your grip and again started tickling you. You struggled to hold on to his hands as he rolled you over on your back and trapped you under his weight. Your chests pressed against each other, legs tangled, his head buried in the crook of your neck, hands sprawled on the bed. Your palms lay flat on his back holding onto him both of you laughing uncontrollably. You slowly regained your composure, you were breathless due to the laughter riot you had as you whispered softly.

“Tom.."

“Hmm?.." Tom hummed his chest moving up and down heaving.

“Tom.. I think you should get up before anyone comes in and gets the wrong idea." Tom suddenly became aware of the questionable position he was lying upon you.

"Oh yeah." He hurriedly got up.

You sat up fixing your t-shirt. Both of you were blushing as you looked awkwardly at opposite corners of the room avoiding each other's gaze.

“Uh.. I'm sorry." Tom stuttered. You glance up as your eyes meet.

“It's okay. I.. I better get dressed." You tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Yeah me too." He got off the bed and walked out of your room. He turned to look at you one last time, you smiled at him.

After reaching the stage ground. Tom was skillfully doing his job handling each and everything not allowing you to even talk to anyone other than your musical troupe.

“You just focus on your practise session. I'll handle everything." He said.

You discussed with the group and started practicing. After a while you all took a break for half an hour though it was Tom who insisted citing your health. You came back with Tom to the music room to sit for a while. Tom admired the various instruments kept in the room; he took an electric guitar in his hand and strummed a few chords.

“It's not your field of expertise Spiderman." You sneered.

“Are you challenging me?"

“I'm stating facts. You shrugged.

“Try me."

“Really? Okay let's see my next song is Style, think you could play it?” Tom instantly started playing the starting tune of the song on the guitar. You were amazed that he knew the tune so well.

Midnight, you come and pick me up, no headlights

Long drive, could end in burning flames or paradise

Fade into view, oh,

It's been a while since I have even heard from you

(Heard from you)

And I should just tell you to leave 'cause I

Know exactly where it leads but I

Watch it go round and round each time

You took a deep breath closing your eyes and started singing. Your hands went and gripped on to the mike.Tom looked at you in awe. He took his time in admiring the strong and confident woman you have grown into.

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip, classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

You pulled out the mic from the stand raising your voice to a higher octave you sensually strolled in the front brushing your hand below your eye. Going by the lyrics you placed your index finger on your lips giving a subtle wink.

You've got that long hair slick back, white t-shirt

And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

You carded your hair and strolled sideways trailing your hand from your thighs to your hip. You practised your little dance moves.

So it goes, he can't keep his wild eyes on the road

Takes me home, lights are off he's taking off his coat (Hm yeah)

I say "I've heard that you've been out and about with some other girl, some other girl.

You waltzed towards Tom singing with a smirk on your face. You danced your eyebrows playfully. His eyes fixed on you as he played.

He says "What you've heard is true but I

Can't stop thinking about you" and I

I said "I've been there too a few times"

You sang scrunching your nose, nodding your head and winked with a glint of mischief in your eyes.

'Cause you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip, classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

Your eyes were now focused on him. As you gazed intently into each other's eyes. You felt a sudden heat rising in your body.

You've got that long hair slick back, white t-shirt

And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt (A tight little skirt)

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

Never batting an eyelash you stared at each other. The microphone and the guitar was the only barrier keeping you both apart. You were brought out of your daze when you heard others coming in.

“Well played.” You said.

“All thanks to you. You taught me back then remember?”

The day went pretty well for you. This was the first time in all the days you have spent here where there is no tension brewing between you two.

………………

Next day you were excited to go again for your rehearsal and the sole reason was Tom but it didn't happen.

“You go ahead today, I'll join you later.I have got some calls to make for tomorrow."

“Okay." You left alone in a cab.

After finalizing everything for tomorrow Tom was about to leave to go to you when El stopped him.

“Tom we need to talk."

“Umm El I know after everything happened you despise the fact of me and Y/N interacting with each other. But she's my best friend and you have to make peace with that."

“No Tom I'm totally fine and happy that finally you two have decided to sort out everything between yourselves."

“Then what is the matter El?" he said with concerned eyes.

"Tom I can't live this life of uncertainty anymore. This ongoing tension between three of us is too much for me to handle.

You have to choose Tom either it's me or Y/N. You can't ride two boats at the same time."

"El!?"

“Yes Tom you have to choose. Either you let go of her or let go of me."

“I can't El I seriously can't."

“You love her right?" Tom fell silent. How can he tell his fiancee that he loves someone else.

“Then what is the problem Tom? Why are you giving up on her so easily?"

“What about you El? I don't wanna hurt you in this process"

“You know I love you and after meeting Y/N I learnt what true love is. When you truly love someone there are no expectations, no forced emotions you learn to let go for the sake of their happiness that's what she has been doing all these years and continues to do still now. She loves you Tom even though she's in a state of denial."

"And even if we get married what's the use of pretending to be in love with someone when we aren't? El took off her engagement ring and handed it to Tom.

"Here take this. It doesn't belong to me anymore"

"I'm sorry El you don't deserve this."

"It's okay Tom. Maybe in the near future when I look back at this I'll just laugh it off as how kiddish this whole thing was." Tom's eyes were wet as he gave a tight lipped smile.

“Just don't screw up this time or I'll kick your ass off if you make my sacrifice go into waste." She chuckled.

“Go get her tiger.And don't forget to invite me to your wedding."

“I love you El. Thank you so much" he hugged her.

“Love you too Tom" El kissed him on his cheek.

"Where are you going by the way from here?"

“I'm gonna go MIA for a while. The media attention that is going to come after this news breaks out will be huge and I'm not ready to handle that,so you take the heat while I lay low and enjoy." She winked.

Everyone was surprised to see El all dressed up coming down the stairs Tom behind her with some luggage.

"Hey guys it was fun staying over here, I wish I could stay a little longer but gotta flight to catch" Eleanor went and hugged each one of them.

"Wish Y/N was here" she sighed

"okay guys goodbye" Eleanor waved and went out of the house. Everyone was puzzled.

“Hey Tom what's with El? Where's she going?"

“She's leaving Haz."

“Why!?"

“We are calling it quits for good Haz."

"I'm going to see her off and will be back by afternoon" Tom left with El.

You eagerly waited for Tom the whole time but when he didn't show up you were really upset. You booked a cab while returning home.

“I have really got an awesome assistant. Like what kind of person he is, he didn't show up for today's session and didn't even bother to call and tomorrow is my event. Where is that twat!?" You grumbled as you entered the house. Not getting any response from anyone you looked around to find a gloomy environment in the house.

“Guys?? Everything alright?"

“Eleanor left." Harrison informed.

“What do you mean by Eleanor left?

“Tom and El have called it quits, the wedding is officially canceled." Harry said.

“What! Why? Oh god this is all because of me." you face palmed, you felt terrible.

“This can’t happen where is Tom? I need to talk to him.”

“He has gone to drop her at the airport”

You dragged yourself to your room, sitting on the bed you ran your hands through your hair frustrated. Suddenly your eyes went to the night stand. A letter, your name written on it. You opened it and read it out

“Dear Y/N

When you will get this letter I will be gone by that time. I wouldn't have been able to say this to you in person so I decided to write it down.First of all my hearty apologies for my behavior towards you that day it was rude but I was upset with my life suddenly turning upside down and battling my own demons hope you understand. Y/N I'm not going away because I feel defeated but I finally realize what true love is and you made me realize that thank you Y/N. Please don't blame yourself. I have consciously taken this decision. I know neither you nor Tom will ever try to hurt my feelings. That is why you both have suppressed your feelings for each other even if it caused extreme pain to both of you. I know eventually if we got married Tom would have been a loyal and dutiful husband I have no doubt in that. But I can't live with the guilt that I separated two soul mates. Yes Y/N you both are made for each. So I felt it's better I leave. I have seen the sparkle in Tom's eyes when he sees you, the way his face lightens up, how happy he is around you. You asked me to fill the void in Tom's life but there is no void left to fill Y/N because they are already filled up with the memories of you. Please Y/N take him back in your life and give him another chance, he totally deserves it. I have seen the pain he hides behind that smile. He is still madly in love with you and so are you with him. How much ever you deny I have seen that love in your eyes too. Life has given you another chance don't waste it. And please don't forget to invite me to your wedding. I will be eagerly waiting for the invitation.

Love

Eleanor.”

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I heard the podcast and what the guy said was that z turned down other roles not meg they have not offered the role to anyone yet but Disney wants Zendaya in one of there remakes and I believe he said he thinks she turned down tinker bell cant remember which one she turned down but he said since she turned down that one there looking at her as meg. They want Ariana involved in the movie whether that be meg or the soundtrack. The movie has a set release date of 2023 or 2024 so Z should be fine.

Oh OK thanks Anon! 😊

So it sounds like she didn't turn it down. I've heard Z was rumored to be considered for Meg, but I just always assumed it was more so fan-casting. I didn't know they were serious!

I would have actually preferred Z as Ariel. I LOVE the choice of Halle though, and she's closer to Ariel's real age, so it works. They chose the right actress. 😊

Meg is just so meh to me though lol. Idk 😂 Like I said, I'd rather see Z play one of The Muses honestly lol. Plus, Z has already played several sarcastic, quirky, monotone-voiced characters already.... I'm actually looking to see Z play a role with some LIFE and excitement! 😁 Even if she's playing a villain, I just want to see some pizzazz or smthg.

These depressed/depressing characters they always make her play is getting old lol.

I need Z to play in smthg like a romantic comedy, a "Devil Wears Prada", or even a "Kill Bill"/"Charlie's Angels" type of film where we can really see more of Z's DEPTH, personality, and VERSATILITY. Versatility is the sign of a great actor/actress imo. You can do the serious, but you can also do the comedy, and the light-hearted.

Nothing against Meg lol, she's just not one of my favorite "Disney characters". 👀 Plus, her singing voice was AWFUL! 😖 (no offense to the actress lol)

Anyway, that's just my rant for the day lol. Nobody has to agree with me. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I'm just ready to see Z take on some more versatile roles that's all. 😊 I want to be able to see a clear demarcation line btwn Rue/MJ/Marie, and [insert new character here]. So far I'm not really seeing that.

But I just wonder if it's a problem with what's being offered to her, her acting style, or just how the characters are written. 👀

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UA Idol | Chapter Ten

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Word Count: 2,417

Warnings: Language

A/N: And we’re at Hell Week! Sorry this chapter took a little longer to get out, I was driving back from my parents house to my apartment and it was all very chaotic and hectic, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! What do you think everyone’s gonna sing next week >:)

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Arriving at the hotel was... intimidating. It’s very fancy, and you are a college student. Mina, on the other hand, was thriving. “Oh my GOD (Y/n), we have a MINI FRIDGE!”

“LOOK AT THE BALCONY!!”

“Do you think Zendaya has ever been here? I would sell my soul to know if she stayed in this room.”

All of her little outbursts were intensely amusing, but you were too busy deciding on what you should wear to the first day of Hell Week. Luckily, the flight landed at six in the morning Los Angeles time, and since you had slept for almost the whole flight, you felt good to go. Also, if you would get to live shows, this is probably something you’re gonna need to get used to. “Okay, so this black, or this slightly blue tinted black?” you ask, holding up a few articles of clothing. Mina sighs, shaking her head before walking over to you. “(Y/n), sweetie, just wear whatever you want! You’re going to look good regardless.”

“But we’ll be on television, Mina, not everyone can look as effortlessly perfect as you can,” you say, sighing. “You’re right, there’s only a few people who are at my level. Luckily, you’re one of them. Just wear the outfit you planned to wear before we even got to LA. It’s cute as hell and it captures your personality perfectly.” She picks up the clothes you’d planned to wear and tosses them at you. She was right, you did look great in that outfit, and you don’t even know why you worried in the first place. Overthinking at its finest, you guess. “Oh, but if you need help with any other outfit, you know damn well I will help you. Now, let’s go! Time for Hell Week, bitch!”

She grabs your arm and basically drags you down to the lobby, where you two run into Shinsou and Denki. “Are you guys excited?!” Denki basically shrieks, and Mina, in return, also screams. You and Shinsou glance at each other, the pure exhaustion radiating off of you two. You both have an unspoken conversation of “How the hell do we do this” This causes both of you to break out into a grin. How cute. “Shinsou, (Y/n), hurry! We need to get to the theater!” Mina screams, grabbing both of your arms and dragging you outside of the hotel to the cars waiting to take the contestants away. The four of you pile into one of them where you find two other people. There’s a red head with an infectious smile and a blonde guy with an infectious frown. Interesting. “Hi! I’m Kirishima Eijirou!” the red-head takes no time in introducing himself as the car starts to drive to your next location. “Kaminari Denki, but you can just call me Denki.”

“Oh, and I’m Mina!”

“Uh… just Mina?” Kirishima asks, and she nods. “Well I mean my family name is Ashido, but I go by Mina. And this is (Y/f/n) and that’s Shinsou Hitoshi!” Mina introduces the two of you where wave. “Awesome! This is my boyfriend Ba-“

“Bakugo Katsuki. Shut up, shitty hair, you know you’ve had a scratchy throat for the past two days don’t fuck your chances before you even get there, dumbass,” the blonde growls, reprimanding Kirishima. Though his words are harsh, Kirishima just smiles. “Awww look at you. Worrying about me.”

“OI! I SAID SHUT UP!”

“You said… boyfriends? Are you sure, Bakugo seems more like an angry… mom?” Denki says, and Kirishima laughs while basically holding Bakugo back in his seat. Weird dynamic. Cute dynamic, but weird dynamic. Mina and Denki engage in conversation with Kirishima, and you and Shinsou give your input every once and a while but you let them just talk to each other. Bakugo keeps screaming about Kirishima needs to rest his voice, and eventually Kirishima says Bakugo needs to rest his voice because of all the unnecessary damn screaming he’s been doing. You feel your phone buzz in your pocket, and when you look at it you realize it’s a text from Shinsou. “i’m not saying we should have gotten in a different car to get some peace and quiet, but i’m saying we should have gotten in a different car to get some peace and quiet”

You smile to yourself before shooting back a quick, “you’re right, we sabotaged ourselves how tragic” to which you see Shinsou grin at before looking back at you. “Hey wait! You didn’t tell me y’all were a couple!” you hear Kirishima’s voice interrupt whatever little moment the two of you were having, and you both immediately turn red. You start stuttering out an explanation to him. “What? we aren’t…”

“Yeah, no we’re just-”

“Friends!”

“Yeah, friends!” Shinsou says, clearing his throat and awkwardly looking out the window. “Yeah right. And Kirishima and I didn’t join the mile-high club on our flight here,” Bakugo grumbles, and it’s Kirishima’s turn to turn as red as his hair. “Katsuki!”

“Oh, wow would you look at that?! We’re here!” Shinsou, uncharacteristically, screams when you pull up to the theater where you’ll all be performing. You and Shinsou get out of the car, speed-walking away from all the relationship talk. “Sorry about them,” Mina says to Kirishima, who looks genuinely confused. “They both just hate the idea of relationships even though, you know, they’re cute as hell together,” Denki explains and Kirishima slowly nods. “Well... I am willing to help them realize they actually like each other.”

“Wait, seriously?” Mina smiles, already excited when Kirishima nods, grinning just as big as she is. “Oh my god HELL YES!”

“Stop screaming Raccoon Eyes! Anyone ever tell you to let up on the eyeliner. We need to go inside,” Bakugo grabs Kirishima’s arm and starts dragging him in. “Oh my god, Denki, I’m in, he gave me a mean nickname,” Mina whispers to Denki excitedly before chasing after the two guys they just became fast friends with. Well friends with Kirishima. Bakugo is... still undetermined.

When they get inside, they find the two of you sitting next to each other in the corner of the many chairs set up in the theater lobby avoiding everyone else. “You know, I really thought some of my social skills would rub off on him. Tragic,” Denki says as they all make their way over to you. You glance up from your phone to see them walking over and you give a small wave. “A wave? That’s all we get after you literally sprinted away from us like we had an infectious disease?” Mina says, and you shrug. “Sprinted away from you guys? I have no recollection of that.”

“And I’m sure Tosh has no idea either,” Denki says, and Shinsou grins at him, shaking his head no. Denki and Mina groan, sitting next to you along with Kirishima and Bakugo. Of course, Bakugo was complaining that they were sitting next to you “extras” and Kirishima kept laughing it off and saying he was all bark and no bite. For some reason, you didn’t believe he was all bark and no bite. In fact, you think he was mostly bite and the bark came as a warning beforehand, but Kirishima was his owner and as long as he was around, he wouldn’t actually hurt anyone. Thanks, Kirishima. You watched as people from all around piled into the room. Some, you could tell, were California natives or had at least lived there for a long enough time to put off that energy. Others were definitely from other places all around the world, and it was really interesting to see. Also, terrifying. There were a lot of people here. And they were all after the same thing you were. It would take a miracle to actually get through Hell Week and onto the live shows. You feel your phone buzz again, and you look down at it. ‘don’t worry kitten you’re gonna kill it.’

You glance over at Shinsou who gives you a quick little wink before sending a thumbs up and smiley face to you. You can’t help but smile at that. Crazy how he knew how to cheer you up so fast. Especially since y’all didn’t meet that long ago. Guess you were just meant to be best friends.

“Oh, it looks like everyone is here,” Mina says, glancing around. Sure enough, the entire room was full. All the empty seats you saw when you came in were occupied with other people now. And that’s when a producer comes out and tells everyone to quiet down because the judges would be out soon. And cue everyone getting excited and nervous again. “I can’t wait to see what Midnight is wearing. She always looks so good,” Mina says, and Kirishima nods. “I know! It’s always so funny to see what she’s wearing compared to Aizawa.”

“Yeah if there was anyone who embodied not giving a fuck, it is Aizawa Shouta that’s for sure,” Denki says and Mina and Kirishima laugh. “Don’t you idiots think it’s a bad idea to talk about the judges when they could hear you,” Bakugo snaps and Kirishima pats his hand. “It’s okay, Katsu, I think Aizawa would take it as a compliment.” Bakugo rolls his eyes but doesn’t say anything else. That’s when the four judges walk out, and everyone goes quiet. That is of course until Present Mic starts yelling into the camera and doing his job as the best MC in entertainment. He goes on his welcome to Hell Week rant as the UA Idol makeup artists touch up the judges. Even Aizawa gets some make-up put on him, and no. No, he does not look like he enjoys that at all. “And here come the judges to let our contestants know just what is happening this year during Hell Week,” PM finishes out his, well, monologue, basically, and the cameras all turn to the judges. “Hi everyone!” Midnight says, waving to everyone. Mina was right. She does look pretty damn good. I mean it’s hard to not look good when you look like her, especially since she’s wearing an all-black bodysuit that accentuates every curve. As expected, Aizawa is also wearing all black but it’s literally a baggy long sleeve shirt and baggy black jeans. Of course, Toshinori is wearing a suit, and Keigo is wearing quite possibly the most stylish lazy outfit you could ever see. Icons, honestly. “So, welcome to Hell Week, as you know it’s called Hell Week for a reason. The reason being it always changes. The only constant being the group challenge. Other than that, you all have no idea what is about to come,” Aizawa says, and Toshinori sighs. “Aizawa why do you insist on scaring them?”

“They need to know fear. No recording artist would be anything without fear.”

“Whatever you say you absolute sadist. Anyways, we’re here to tell you the first part of Hell Week, which will be starting in about,” Keigo glances at his phone and smiles. “Twenty minutes.”

“Twenty minutes?!” you hear Mina whisper to herself, and sure enough a lot of the other people in the room are taken aback as well. You’re not too surprised, they don’t call it Hell Week for nothing. “The first challenge is what we like to call the genre challenge. If you remember, when you signed up to audition in your respective cities, you also signed up for a specific genre. We had the options of pop, rock, hip hop, r&b, country, and singer-songwriter. You’ll be reminded which one you put, and if you believe your style has drastically changed, you can switch to a new genre. You have to pick a song and put your own twist on it, show us your style shine through even in your specific genre. Oh, and if you’d want to show us some original songs... I guess that would be okay, too,” Keigo explains, and shoots a glance over at you and Shinsou. The two of you look at each other, and grin. Originals? Easy.

“Right, so pop is first since there’s so many people who are signed up for that genre. We’ll give you all about ten minutes to gather yourselves, then everyone will go into the theater. You’ll also be watching everyone, time for you all to scope out your competition,” Aizawa says as he begins to walk into the theater. “Remember though, you all made it here for a reason! Even if you don’t make it through, you all have potential to be stars!” Toshinori adds, trying to make this entire situation a little less stressful. You really wish it worked. The judges enter into the theater, and then the assigned genre you signed up for is sent to you in a text message. Singer-songwriter. Still the same. “Damnit, (Y/n), why couldn’t I have put singer-songwriter like you! There has to be so many people in the pop genre...” Mina says, frowning. “Yeah there’s a lot, but none of them are quite like you,” you reassure her, and she smiles at you. “You’re the best even though you hate me most of the time.”

“Hey Kirishima, what genre are you?” Denki asks and he grins sheepishly. “I’m pop, too.”

“Told you you should have gone into rock with me, dumbass.”

“I don’t have the voice for that like you do Katsuki, that would be wrong on so many levels,” Kirishima pouts and Bakugo sighs, wrapping his arm around him. “Listen, idiot. You’re just as good if not better than everyone else in this room. You have nothing to worry about.” This caused Kirishima to smile and kiss his boyfriend’s cheek. Wow so Bakugo did have the ability to be supportive and cute. Who would have thought?

“Well hey, you, me, and Mina are about to kill this, dude. What song are you thinking of singing?” Denki asks as you all walk into the theater. “I’m not totally sure.”

“Well you know what I say, when in doubt look to Harry Styles.”

“Thank you for that wise statement, Denki,” Shinsou says sarcastically, and Denki gives him finger guns. “Well, good luck you guys. We’ll be over here where all the singer-songwriters are,” you say, grabbing Shinsou’s arm and going to your assigned section in the theater. “Time to scope out the competition,” Shinsou says after you both sit down. “Yeah. Luckily singer-songwriters go last, so let’s just sit back and observe,” you say. This is gonna be fun.

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Never Have I Ever | Tom Holland

masterlist found here

pairing - Tom x reader word count - 2,193 warnings - implications of sex and mention of nudes A/N - for the two anons who requested | the Never Have I Ever bit is based on this classic One Direction interview

summary - You and Tom had been dating for a while, and a stupid iCloud hacker caused some intimate pictures to leak. When things get a little awkward at an interview, your cast mates had your back.

It’s in the moments when life is going really well that one should start to get suspicious. Especially when your life is so publicized, you should always be on your toes.

You should’ve known when things were going so well with Tom that they were bound to come crashing down eventually.

Your relationship had been going on privately for about six months. You met on the set of Spider-Man: Far From Home. You weren’t playing an important character or anything, just one of the background students going on the European trip. Something about you just caught Tom’s eye. The more time he spent with you, the more he realized he was falling for you.

However, your publicists were both very strict about your relationship needing to remain private. While nothing about the two of you being together was illegal, the world didn’t exactly need to see Hollywood heartthrob 23-year-old Tom Holland parading around with up-and-coming singer-slash-actress 18-year-old (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Everyone on your teams could already see the headlines, and they wouldn’t exactly do wonders for either of your images. Tom would be seen as a perverted cradle robber, and you would be seen as a ladder-climbing slut. It was pretty much a lose-lose situation.

So, you kept it on the downlow. Your friends, immediate family, and fellow castmates knew, but you never went public about it. This didn’t mean you couldn’t go on dates together, but PDA had to be minimal to non existent. This wasn’t a huge deal, because you weren’t one to make out with your boyfriend in public anyway. So, everything was going fine.

Again, that was when you should’ve realized everything was about to go to shit.

There were a few weeks when Tom was filming in Prague and you didn’t need to be there, so you were home in London. During those weeks, it was only natural for you and Tom to have some intimate conversations. You were both young, and going from almost daily sex to none at all wasn’t easy. You sent him a few pictures, he reciprocated, there were a few steamy phone calls and some text messages here and there, but that was it. It was all normal young adult behavior. The only thing was, neither of you were considered normal young adults.

You got the phone call in the dead of night. One phone call you might’ve missed, but the endless stream that was coming in was impossible to ignore. You saw the caller ID read Monica - manager, so you answered it, feeling panic settle in your chest immediately. Monica was a friend at this point -practically an older sister- but she would have no positive reason to call at 1:00 in the morning.

“Everything’s fine,” she said as soon as you picked up.

“Monica-”

“Someone hacked Tom’s iCloud,” she said.

“Okay,” you said slowly. “So?”

She cleared her throat awkwardly. “Apparently, the two of you have shared some, um, intimate phot-”

“OH MY GOD!” you screamed. “NO! No way! FUCK!”

“It’s okay,” she said, trying to calm you down. “It’s okay.”

“It’s very clearly not okay!” you shouted. “My naked photos are on the internet! You know who has access to the internet?”

“I mean-”

“Everyone!” you said. “And you know who is a part of everyone?”

“(Y/N)-”

“My mom!” I shouted. “My mom is going to see naked photos of me. She probably thinks I’m still a virgin! Oh my god. The whole world is going to think I’m a slut.”

“Okay, but you’re not a slut,” Monica said, her voice soothing.

“But-”

“It’s very important to me that you know that this does not make you a slut,” she said. There was that older sister vibe coming out. “Everyone shares nudes, alright? Someone else stealing and sharing those doesn’t make you a slut. Okay?”

You took a stabilizing breath. “Okay.”

“We took the picture down where it was originally posted,” she said. “I’m sure people have already saved it though, but you know what? It’s going to be fine. We’ll tackle the PR when it comes up. There’s nothing we can do about it now except handle it like adults and remind the world that you and Tom are both adults.”

Tom.

“Okay,” you said again. “Thanks for calling me.”

“Try and get some sleep,” she said. “I’ll call you in the morning.”

“Sleep,” you scoffed. “Right.”

As soon as you hung up with Monica, you called Tom. He picked up on the first ring. “(Y/N)-”

“Why’d you put it on the cloud?” you shouted, unable to stop yourself.

“Everything backs up automatically!” he said defensively. “This isn’t my fault!”

“Well it isn’t my fault!��

“I’m not saying it is!”

“Whose fault is it then?”

“The 40-something-year-old pervert who hacked into my account and leaked the photos!”

You couldn’t help but let out a short laugh. Tom did the same, and you ran a hand through your messy bedhead. “This is a disaster, Tom,” you mumbled.

“I know,” he said. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said, waving a hand dismissively even though he couldn’t see it.

“You know, it’s going to be brought up next week during press,” Tom said. In your sleepy state, you had forgotten that next week, you were starting press for the film. You sighed into the receiver.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” you said.

The following week came, and neither you nor Tom had responded to any of the internet’s comments on the nudes. Your publicists both decided it would be best to address the situation only when it arose during an interview. That way, the words could come directly from your mouths without any chance of misinterpretation or poor wording from a tweet or Instagram post. It would also come across as more professional than if Tom blabbed about it during an Instagram live.

The first interview that happened was on Jimmy Kimmel Live. You had both done an interview with Jimmy before, and he was one of the nicest guys on late night TV. You hoped he would be kind about it all. Maybe, if you were lucky, he wouldn’t even bring it up. To make the night even better, you would be sharing the couch with Jake, Jacob, and Zendaya. You knew you’d be a little bit more at ease with them there.

Everything about the interview was going fine at first. Jimmy was asking you all questions about the film and what life behind the scenes was like with such a crazy cast. After the commercial break, Jimmy informed the audience that you would be playing a game. The game, of course, had already been approved by your PR team. That didn’t mean you had any idea what it was.

“We’ve asked Twitter to send in their best questions for never have I ever,” Jimmy said. “Now, I’ve not seen any of these questions, but they have been cleared by our team.” Jimmy handed the five of you paddles that read I HAVE on one side and NEVER on the other. “I will be playing too, because I think it’s only fair,” he said with his usual smile.

You could hear your heart beating in your ears, but you painted on your superstar smile to mask your nerves. Surely the questions wouldn’t be that bad if Jimmy’s team cleared them.

“From Paula comes, Never have I ever danced naked in the rain,” Jimmy said.

“In the rain?” Tom said.

“Naked?” Jacob clarified. Jimmy nodded with a laugh as he flipped it to the NEVER side. Everyone put NEVER except Jacob.

“Alright, Jacob?” Tom laughed.

“Listen, we’ve all had some wild nights, alright?” he said. “This is a judgement free couch.”

“Alright, next,” Jimmy said with a laugh, “comes from John: Never have I ever joined the mile high club.”

You and Tom looked at each other for a millisecond that you hoped wasn’t caught on camera. Even though it was a lie, you put NEVER. There were some things you just weren’t going to reveal about yourself, even if the whole world had already seen you naked. Jake put I HAVE, and swore he wouldn’t say who he joined with.

“From Alex: Never have I ever-” Jimmy cut himself off with an awkward laugh. You could tell he wasn’t too thrilled with the questions either. You wondered if someone would get fired after this. “Never have I ever been naked in public.” More questions went by like that: smoked a joint, slept with someone twice or half my age. All things that could stir up PR nightmares and just made you into a liar.

Jimmy started to read the next. “From Kayla: Never have I ever-” It was evident he was upset, and you wondered for a moment if he’d even read it aloud. “Never have I ever taken a nude photo.”

Laughter spread across the audience as you all played with the paddles in your hands. You couldn’t even get yourself to look at the camera, and Jimmy threw his paddle over his shoulder. “Whoever picked these questions,” he said with a slight laugh, “is in for a stern talking to tonight.”

“Honestly, what did they expect?” Jake asked. “You give us these paddles, and you really think we’re suddenly going to answer these questions? Like Yeah!” He waved his own paddle in the air. “I’ve done all the drugs! Cocaine, heroine! Marijuana is a pussy’s drug.” At this point, you couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or serious. Still, the audience laughed, and Jake threw his paddle behind him too. He looked at the camera and pointed at it. “We know what you sick perverts want,” he said, “but listen here. These kids-” He pointed at you, Tom, Zendaya, and Jacob. “-are media trained superstars, alright? You really think that Tom “Spider-Man” Holland is gonna stand up and say, This morning, I woke up, rolled a joint-” He was doing a terrible British accent while miming his actions and had everyone dying. “-and then took a dick pic before running through the streets of Los Angeles butt ass naked? You really think this guy is gonna say that? They’re not gonna say that!”

Zendaya took the paddle from Tom and took yours as well, then put them together so the I HAVE sides were touching and both sides of the paddle said NEVER. “They might as well say this, Jimmy,” she said, thrusting the paddles back into your hands. “Never, and never. Never. Never.”

“Yeah!” Jacob agreed. “You all are sick!” He folded his arms across his chest with a sarcastic huff, and everyone applauded him while laughing. You almost had tears in your eyes.

Within a few minutes, the show went to commercial break, and Jimmy apologized profusely to the five of you, mostly to you and Tom since everyone knew the questions were directed more at you. “I honestly had no idea what the questions were,” he said. “I have no idea why they were cleared.”

“It’s fine,” you said. “I think it’s safe to say though that you guys-” You looked at Jake, Zendaya, and Jacob. “-saved us.”

“We’ve always got your back,” Zendaya said, giving your arm a comforting squeeze. You smiled and laid your head on her shoulder while Jacob reached out and squeezed your hand. Jake was talking quietly to Tom, and you could see in both of their eyes that Jake was saying something meaningful. Tom was smiling appreciatively and nodding along.

By the time you and Tom got back to your hotel, the clip of you on Jimmy’s show was already trending. You showed Tom all the tweets, and the two of you shared a laugh. “Glad we can laugh about it now,” Tom said, getting under the covers of the bed beside you.

“Oh believe me, I’m still crying inside,” you said, “but the others made it a little easier.”

“And I didn’t?” Tom teased.

“You’re the one who got them leaked in the first place,” you said.

“You said-”

“I’m joking, div,” you said, hitting him with one of the pillows. Tom laughed and lightly smacked you back. You eventually curled back up to his side, and Tom put his arm around you.

“In all seriousness,” he said, “I’m really sorry this all happened.” You looked up at him to see him already looking down at you. “It’s not fair that this shit is already happening to you. I feel like, like I’m supposed to protect you, you know? And I just fucked that right up.”

“You don’t need to protect me,” you said. “That’s an extremely outdated gender role.” You placed a kiss to his neck, just below his jaw. “But I appreciate you looking out for me. We can’t control the rest of the world. Just ourselves. Just because I can’t trust the rest of the world to respect my privacy doesn’t mean I can’t trust you.”

You were both quiet for a long time, and just when you thought Tom had dozed off-

“You’ll still send me nudes when I’m away, right?”

“I hate you.”

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