the first - t.h.
pairing: tom holland x reader
type: one-shot
words: 1,285
warning: none for once???
summary: as it turns out the tom you were texting and talking to was the tom holland.
a.n.: i know it’s very short, but i honestly had such a hard time with this for no reason??? i rewrote it like six times oops-
anyways, this is a request that stated:
hi! i’m not familiar w the terminology so u can do this in what format you think would be best but i wanted to request something w tom holland! tom and the reader start dating and after a month tom has to go off to film so they start doing long distance and after a while reader accidentally says “i love you” for the first time on the phone one night? hopefully this makes sense haha
i hope this was to your liking anon! i tried my very best to stick to your request but it kinda escaped me??? also, the timeline is very wonky, so ignore that.
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It was all so very strange when you found out that the Tom you were speaking to was Tom Holland, the Tom Holland.
Tom Holland had quickly became your favorite actor when you had seen his debut for the Marvel Cinematic Universe as Spider-Man in CA:CW.
Thinking back on it, he'd ask you about himself - or rather his career - quite a few times and you'd gladly share and oh hell. All the embarrassing things you said during conversations popped into your head in that very moment.
One instance was when he asked about Infinity War and you told him about how you felt.
( Have you seen Infinity War yet?
Have i seen it??? tOm, I've seen it THREE times and like I'm still in tears??? I told myself i wouldn't cry and wore mascara, not waterproof mind you, and like five minutes in, there are STREAKS of it down my face.
Also, don't even get me started on my baby boy, Peter's death. That scene rips my heart into little pieces and to think it was improvised!!! I honestly want to sue Marvel and the Russo Brothers for allowing that damned scene in the movie.
Honestly Tommy-boy, I think that Tom Holland has replaced you as my favorite Tom. Dont be too offended but his acting and dancing skills are TOO much for my heart to handle. Also, his accent is like music to my ears. He's great.
Okay, but enough of my rambling, how did you like it?
No, continue darling. I want to hear more. I'll tell you later.
Well since you said I can, let me tell you... )
Or when you called him crying at 3am because you just had to rewatch the entire series again.
( Tommy, you up?
Yes, what's up darling?
Can I call you?
Of course.
"Good morning, Tom."
"Good morning, now how can I help? Wait, are you crying?"
"A bit, but that's besides the point. The point being is that sometimes i just wish that people would stop trying to hurt me so much."
"What is it this time?"
"I rewatched the entire MCU series and I feel dead."
"Come now, love. It can't be that bad, right?"
"Wrong. It's worse." )
Oh hell, indeed, because that was only the beginning.
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When you had signed up on that dating app, you didn't think much of it. It was one where you only shared a biography of yourself, no pictures. It was to create a relationship out of personality and with words and not looks.
Tom had been one of your first matches and had been the one to bridge the gap between you two.
It was about six months before the both of you decided that it was time to meet the other.
You remember how nervous you were as you waited in that little bakery on 5th. You can clearly recall your knee bobbing up and down rapidly and how sweaty your palms were as you rubbed them on your jean-clad legs.
You had arrived first and ordered your favorite drink as you glanced at the message that he just sent.
"Be there in five minutes or less. See you soon ;)"
It did nothing to calm your racing heart but it did lift your hopes up a bit.
You'd heard about all the stood-up stories from other people who used this app, but you were quite sure that Tom wouldn't stand you up. He seemed too nice to do that. If anything, he'd let you down after the date was over.
You were glancing out the window when you were tapped on your shoulder.
You turned around and had said, "Yes....?"
As you soon as you looked at him, you felt your cheeks warm up and you choked on air.
"Darling, is that you?" His voice was heavenly and just the same as it was over the phone.
"Oh hell. You're Tom, my Tom." He chuckled as he took the seat from across you, a cup of tea in his hands.
"Well, you're not wrong, but I was expecting you to faint, to be slightly honest. After all," he did quotation marks with his hands as he said, " 'If I ever meet Tom Holland, I'm going to legit faint.' " Immediately, you laughed and rubbed the back of your neck.
"It's nice to meet you officially, Tommy."
"Likewise, Darling."
He smiled at you with that crooked smile of his and you knew you were a goner in that very moment.
And that was how it started.
From there on, you'd be with him for most of the time as he wasn't filming for another film just yet.
It was a few weeks of just you and him when he came to your apartment with a wide smile on his face.
He wrapped you in a hug and twirled you around and you couldn't help but smile right back at him.
"Darling, Darling, guess what?!" His voice sounded so happy and you reached out and held his cheek.
"Hmmm, did you get good news?" He nodded his head up and down with his eyes wide and shining.
"I got the role!!" Your eyes went wide and you moved in to squeeze him tightly.
He was laughing and you were sure his smile was brighter than the sun when you looked at him right then and there.
"Congrats, congrats!! I'm so proud of you, love!"
He pulled you in and kissed you, oh so nicely, and you knew you loved the man who held you in his arms.
He pulled away and just gazed in his eyes, they were nearly lidded but when you looked into them, your heart fluttered as did the butterflies thay rested in your stomach.
He wrapped his arms aroumd you and you felt content in the position. He smelled like lemon and pine with a dash of coconut.
It was lovely.
It was when you both pulled apart and sat on the couch when you asked him, "When do you leave?"
"In two days." He looked down at you from your position on his lap.
You grinned and said, "I guess we'll have to make the best of the rests of our days then, huh?"
He smirked and nodded.
"I suppose so, Darling."
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It was three weeks in and you missed him dearly. You had yet to tell him of your love, nervous because what if he didn't love you back.
You told yourself many things but you couldn't utter three words to a man you adored more than anything.
You fell asleep with your mind filled to the brim with thoughts of your bright sunny boy.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
"... Hello?"
"Were you sleeping? If so, I can hang up-"
"Tom, you're fine. Now, what's up?"
"I just wanted to hear your voice. I miss you very much."
"Aww, you miss me, love. I miss you too. I can't wait till you come back."
"Well, I can't wait to get back."
You could practically see his grin in your mind as he says that.
"Oh shit, I gotta go, my break is almost done. Bye, Darling."
"Bye. I love you, Tom."
Just as you were about to hang up, you heard his voice say, "Say that again, Darling."
"Bye. I love you, Tom...?"
"You... You love me?"
Your eyes widened when you realized exactly what it was you just said.
You wanted to deny it, just in case he didn't reciprocate your feelings but you decided not to be a little bitch.
"Yeah, I do. Like, a lot."
"Me...?"
"Yes you, Thomas Stanley Holland."
"I love you too. I really do."
You gasped and swallowed the happiness bubbling up in your throat. You were crying and-
you were just so happy.
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