#need tom to do this w tessa it would end me

[cherrycheridarling]

lockscreen | t.h.

tom holland x famous!reader

warnings: none just fluff

summary: tom goes on jimmy fallon for a game of 'show me your phone'. being the oblivious child he is, tom forgets about his lockscreen.

wc: 1.4k

"Welcome back! We're here again with the star of the Spider-Man series, Tom Holland!" Jimmy's announcement drew cheers from the audience. "Tonight, we are going to be playing a game called 'Show Me Your Phone'."

Jimmy went on to explain the game to the crowd as Tom sat across from him patiently waiting. Jimmy pressed on the button first and ended up showing the world that his last photo was a selfie taken minutes ago in the washroom. That gained a lot of laughs. Then it was Tom's turn.

"I'm terrified. I don't even know what's on my phone." Tom shook his hands before firmly pushing the button. It landed on the iMessage icon. "Oh? My last text message convo?" he began to unlock his phone. Eyes skimming over his lockscreen.

"Yup, and once it's locked in, you can't touch it." Jimmy reminded him of the rules as Tom quickly skimmed through his last conversation.

Tom ran a hand down his face before chuckling, "Oh, geez. Alright, some context, I needed help picking a tie for tonight and my mate, Harrison, is nowhere near helpful."

He placed his phone in front of the camera as the conversation appeared for the audience to read.

Tom: haz what tie? red or blue?

Harrison: youre ugly either way

Tom: you look like dolores umbridge. pick a tie ffs

Harrison: mm my babe umbridge. jokes. i'd say purple

Tom: you're gross and no help at all

Harrison: have fun babe the bed is waiting for you

Tom: don't make me puke before i go on the show

Harrison: puke on me daddy

The crowd bursted out into laughter along with Jimmy as Tom covered his beet red face in embarrassment. "He is going to kill me for showing that." Tom was laughing as he spoke.

"That's hilarious! Okay, my turn." Jimmy ended up sharing a voice memo of him reminding himself to do chores around the house.

Tom wiped his hands on his pants before pushing the large button again. It landed on the lock icon. "What does that mean?"

"You have to share your lockscreen."

Tom's posture visibly stiffened at the information given. He wished he had gotten some warning before coming on the show. A caution sign telling him to erase everything on the iPhone.

His lockscreen was a memory. A keepsake. You. A piece of his heart. A reminder of happiness and the loving moments you shared with one another. It was taken a little over a year ago at Zendaya's house for a get-together with a few close friends.

You were propped up on the kitchen island, a wide smile on your face. Tom standing in between your legs with his back to your chest. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he tilted his head and placed a kiss on your cheek. Jacob Batalon had captured the moment. A heartwarming interaction that you had both done an outstanding job at keeping under wraps.

You had been dating for nearly two years. How you had managed to keep it hidden for such an extended amount of time was a wonder to everyone who knew, including yourselves. It wasn't that you were both set on no one ever finding out, you just never saw the need to. It was your relationship, only meant to be shared between the two of you.

Tom hoped you wouldn't be mad if the world found out, but he enjoyed the privacy and the feeling of having something that was only his. Something he didn't have to share with the globe. Tom debated on his options. Showing the picture and making headlines for the next week or refusing to do so and ruining the game while making everyone suspicious of him.

The former won.

"Okay, um." Tom nervously let out a laugh, "Surprise?"

With shaking hands, he placed his locked phone on the stand and avoided looking into the crowd as reactions varied throughout the studio. Gasps, cheers, 'aww's, even some screams. Both of his hands shielded his expression from the cameras as he allowed the audience to examine the photo.

"Oh, my god! W-what?!" Jimmy stammered, shocked what his eyes saw, "That's Y/N Y/L/N! A-are you two?" his eyes flicked from the phone to Tom.

Tom nodded slowly, "Yeah, yeah. It is and we are. Nearly two years steady." this intel drew more shocked reactions from the habitants of the studio.

"This is amazing! We love Y/N! But wow, how did no one know?!" Jimmy was still in disbelief.

Tom smiled at your name, "I may be loose-lipped with movie spoilers, but this is proof that I can keep secrets."

Jimmy's mouth was agape, "I have so many questions and you are so lucky that we are out of time."

Tom released a breath he didn't know he was holding as Jimmy said goodbye to the cameras and they stopped recording.

As Tom made his way backstage to head to his hotel, his heart began to beat out of his chest as he thought about your reaction.

-

Lounging on his hotel comforter, Tom pulled out his phone once again and clicked on your contact. m'lady. Pressing the FaceTime icon.

Your bright smile lit up the screen, illuminating his mood like the sun on a stormy day.

"Hello, lover. To what do I owe the pleasure of this late night call?" you chuckled while sitting up against the headboard of your bed, Tessa laying beside you.

Tom couldn't suppress his grin at your presence even if it was through a screen, "Hi, darling. I didn't know if you would be awake. Isn't it nearly three in the morning there?"

You nodded and pushed your glasses up on your nose, "Had to run some lines with Tess before filming tomorrow. She's a great actress." you panned the camera over to the sleeping pup.

"Sometimes I think you're only with me for my dog." he joked with a light laugh.

"Shoot. I thought I had you fooled." you teased back, "Why did you call, bum?"

He scratched the back of neck and avoided looking at the screen. That was enough for you to know that something was up.

"What part of your movie did you spoil this time?" you chuckled.

Tom shook his head with a smile, brown curls flopping on his head, "Nothing about my film, love. More or less about us." he mumbled the last bit, but you heard it.

Your shoulders tensed involuntarily, "I'm gonna need more information than that."

"We were playing a game where you have to show certain things on your phone and I had to show my lockscreen and, well, you know what my lockscreen is." his nerves grew with every second that your face stayed expressionless.

"Okay. How did they react?" you stifled a yawn.

Tom's eyebrows furrowed at your response, "Y-you're not mad?"

You chuckled, "Do you want me to be mad?"

"No, no, no." he quickly protested, "I just didn't know if you were ready to tell the world about us and I'm sorry for not informing you before making that big of a step in our relationship."

You smiled at the caring boy in your life. His thoughtfulness overpowering any negative emotions that could've surfaced. You weren't mad at all. Two years was a long time to keep a relationship hidden especially when both of the parties are well known to the public.

"No need to apologize, mi amor. It was about time everyone found out. Long overdue if you ask me. I would've appreciated a heads up, but I'm not mad." you insisted, and it was true.

Tom visibly relaxed at your words, "The audience was shocked and some gushed and screamed. Can't wait to see the headlines and news articles tomorrow."

"I can see it now: 'Spider-Man Actor, Tom Holland and Actress, Y/N Y/L/N's Hidden Love'." you spoke in a mocking voice making your boyfriend laugh.

"Can't forget; 'All the evidence of their relationship that the public overlooked'." he joked in the same tone as you both laughed together joyously.

Your laughter died down while a peaceful smile lingered on your lips, "I'm glad you had fun tonight. I should get some rest. Need to be in hair and makeup at seven."

He nodded understandingly, "Have fun on set, darling. I'll talk to you later. Goodnight, sleep tight, sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, sleep tight, sweet dreams, lover." you gave a little wave before ending the call.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x singer!reader #tom holland fanfiction

[itsallyscorner]

Bring Me Back

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Filming “Cherry” had its ups and downs for Tom. When filming finally takes its toll on him, you’re there to instantly bring him back from the world of Cherry.

Warnings: Mentions of drug abuse, PTSD, murder. A smidge of smut.

A/n: In honor of the Cherry🍒 trailer dropping, I decided to write this!

(GIF creds: @atealiers )

Any kind of project was a blessing to Tom. He loved being an actor. He was fond of telling stories through the big screen and got a kick from portraying many different characters. Acting was something he felt passionate about, it was his craft and he was very dedicated when it came to becoming his roles. Cherry was quite different from the other movies he’s been in. It was dark and contained many subjects like drug addiction, PTSD, and crime. The world of Cherry was something Tom was not used to; it was twisted. He hasn’t been exposed to things like drugs or the events that Nico Walker had been through. Which was why he was hesitant to take on the role of Cherry.

When the Russo Brothers approached him with the idea, he was excited. He was getting the opportunity to tell another story and would explore the world of a new character. Though the more he looked into it, he realized that maybe he wasn’t up for the role. Was he really ready to dive into the dark and traumatizing life of Nico Walker? As an actor, he was willing to take the job, it would give him an opportunity to expand his career and would possibly be one of his best work. As Tom, he wasn’t sure if he could handle learning or re-enacting the events that occurred in Cherry. But Tom did like a challenge, which was why he ended up agreeing to become Cherry.

He prepared himself mentally and physically pre- production. For research, he interviewed army veterans and former drug addicts to get an idea of what it was like to be in those positions. To get the look of Cherry, he did a variety of things. For example, going on a diet and losing weight, then gaining said weight again once they had to shoot the army scenes. Another thing he did was shave off the gorgeous brown curls that adorned his head. At first you weren’t too happy with his change in hairstyle, but later on you found yourself running your hands along the short strands of hair, loving the fuzzy feeling it gave your palms.

After the interviews and hearing others’ experience, Tom felt a level of responsibility to tell the story of millions of people around the world. Not only was it telling the story of Nico, but of other army veterans who suffered from PTSD and people who’ve had drug addictions. He was fully on board now and there was no looking back. He was going to push himself to the limit and to places he’s never been before.

Filming was tough. There were scenes he had to do that were so unlike him, that felt wrong, and sometimes he just had to take a step back. They didn’t feel right, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. This was his job, if he wanted this movie to be the best that it can, he was going to commit. Thankfully, he was working with the Russos, who he’s known for a while now. He was familiar with the two and they were patient with him, giving him the time to regain himself before shooting an intense scene. The cast and crew were very understanding as well, creating a safe space for him on set. Having Harry along with him helped as well, the familiarity of his brother kept him grounded and avoided him from falling into the void of Cherry. Though he had all these supportive people around him, there was only one person who could calm him down when things got suffocating on set. The only person he wanted to be in Cleveland with him but wasn’t. You. Since you had your own life and job, you were unable to fly out to Cleveland with him. Instead you stayed at your shared home with Tessa as company. All he needed was you when he felt the affects of Cherry caging in on him. Just the sound of your comforting voice over the phone could clear his head and make him breath again.

He had his bad days on set, where he would have to take a moment and hide in his trailer for a few minutes. During those few minutes he liked to be alone as he waited for you to answer your phone. The line would ring, it’d stop, then the sound of your sweet voice would be the only thing he’d hear. Sometimes you didn’t answer the first time, but nonetheless you answered eventually. It wasn’t the same as having you with him in person, you had your responsibilities, and he understood that. He just wished that one day you’d come to Cleveland. He wanted to be in your arms, stuff his face into your neck, breath in your familiar scent, he just wanted to feel you. You were his home. His safe haven. And it was all he wanted right now.

•

Glancing at your phone, you wondered why Tom hasn’t texted you yet. Not that you were itching for him to text you, but because around this time he would be blowing up your phone telling you things that happened during filming or how his day was going. You decided that filming probably went into overtime making him busy during his break. You shrug to yourself and continue working on your laptop.

You hear the sound of Tessa’s nails clicking against the floors as she enters the office of your home. You greet her with a smile as she settles herself beside your legs.

“Is it dinner time already, Tess?” You scratch her head as you glance at the time on your screen. It was currently nine at night, a bit late for dinner, but you haven’t noticed.

“Just give me five more minutes and I’ll get us dinner. How does that sound, love?” A somewhat sound of approval emits from Tessa. You get back to work, fingers typing away as you finish off the last of your work.

You finish in four minutes, finally satisfied with your work. You let out a content sigh and turn your laptop off. When you get up you stretch and let your bones crack after being in the same position for hours. Tessa joins you, stretching out her front paws then shaking her body out. You chuckle as you lead the way to the kitchen. Taking the scoop for Tessa’s kibble, you fill her bowl up, causing the dog to look up in curiosity. Once you placed the bowl down, her tail wagged wildly as she stuffed her face into her food.

You decided on going for something simple, ramen noodles. You were too tired too cook anything and ramen noodles were the quickest thing to cook in your pantry. While you waited for the noodles to heat up you checked your phone. You went through your notifications, but there were still no texts from Tom. Though you were concerned, you assumed that they had a long shooting day, making him too busy to text. 

Hi love! I hope you’re doing well in Cleveland. I know you’re probably busy, but hopefully filming isn’t tiring you out too much. Have an amazing day! Don’t forget to drink some water from time to time and eat :) Tess and I miss you and love you so much! Talk soon xxx

You send the text with a smile. He won’t read it till he was free or done with filming, but you knew he’d see the message while you were asleep.

The microwave beeps, letting you know that your food was done. You end your night catching up on episodes of New Girl and eating soup. When you were done you did your nightly routine and settled in bed. You turn the lights off and snuggled under the warm sheets.

“Night Tessa.” You whisper to her. A huff comes out of her as she makes herself comfortable on the foot of your bed. When the both of you were settled, you slowly drifted off to sleep.

Buzz

Buzz

The harsh vibrations of your phone shook you awake. Desperate for sleep, you blindly grab your phone and turn it off. Silence fills the room again as you turn around to stuff your face into Tom’s pillow. You were slowly drifting back to sleep when your phone began to vibrate again. With a groan you stretch back and snatch for phone off the night stand. You don’t bother looking at the caller id.

“Hello?” Your voice rasps out.

“Thank God you answered.” The person on the other line said. “I know you’re busy, but how soon can you visit Cleveland?” The deep voice was belonged to Harry.

“Uh—I’m not too sure, I’ll need to check in with my boss.” You reply. When you start feeling more awake you become curious as to why Harry can be calling you. “Why? Is everything ok? How’s Tom? I haven’t heard from him all day.”

The younger Holland sighs. He takes a moment to answer your questions making you suffer in silence, wondering what could have happened to your boyfriend. “Um, they’ve been shooting some intense scenes lately. Tom’s been trying his best but everyone’s noticed that he’s been a bit different.”

You sit up in bed feeling more awake. “What do you mean by different, Haz?”

“Well he’s snapped at the Russos quite a few times. There was this one scene, that they shot multiple times, and Tom would just break down after every one. (Y/n), I’m concerned for my brother, I don’t know what else to do. He’s locked himself in his room after every shoot. A—and I don’t know. I’ve tried to tell him that he can talk to me but he wouldn’t.” Harry explained, his voice croaked. You heart felt heavy for him. Harry was always there for his older brother, so to see him feel so helpless made you feel sorry.

“Haz, calm down, you know how your brother can get. How long has this been happening?”

Harry sniffed over the phone, “About a few weeks now. It’s only started becoming worse last week and now.”

The concern you felt for Tom grew. From what he’s been texting you, filming had been going great. He appeared happy on your FaceTime calls and sounded like his usual self. But maybe he actually wasn’t.

“Harry everything’s gonna be fine, alright?” You assure him. “I’ll call my boss first thing in the morning and when I get the ‘ok’ to leave I’ll get the first flight out to Cleveland. How’s that sound?”

“It sounds good. Can you tell me if you can make it? I’ll have someone come with me to pick you up at the airport.” His voice is quiet, almost muffled.

“Yeah I will, don’t worry.”

“Ok, thank you (y/n).” A small smile forms on your lips. You rub the sleep out your eyes as you glance at your closet. “Alright Haz, I’m gonna go now. But if there’s anything else, just text me or call.”

“I know, stay safe (y/n).” You bid him goodbye and place your phone on the empty space beside your side of the bed. Tom’s side of the bed. You bite your lip in thought as you worry about your boyfriend. You knew he was doing almost everything he can to make sure the movie came out perfect. If that meant shredding himself emotionally and physically, he was going to do it. Tom was dedicated to his work, but he’s never done anything close to Cherry, making you worried about the thoughts that could possibly be going through your lover’s head.

Tessa, who’s now woken up, waddles closer to you, sensing your uneasiness. You appreciate the dog’s gesture and pull her into your side, resting your chin on her head. You were basically sleepless the whole night. Although you haven’t emailed your boss yet, you already had a suitcase packed of your clothes. Your passport and other important belongings were already in a bag, ready to leave London.

The morning had been hectic. You’ve managed to get two hours of sleep, waking up at six in the morning. Still in bed, you sent your boss an email about a family emergency and how you needed to be out of the country for at least a week. As if the gods above knew of your situation, your boss willingly let you go, no questions asked and gave you well wishes. With that out the way, you scowered the Internet for flights to Cleveland. Luck was on your side that morning because you’ve booked a flight that took off in the afternoon. With your bags packed, you drove to Nikki and Dom’s to drop off Tessa.

Now all checked in, you were at Heathrow Airport waiting to be called for your flight. You were sat at your gate, with an iced coffee and a croissant from Starbucks, texting Harry. The two of you were discussing the time you’d arrive and how he’d pick you up. When you were both in agreement, you two decided to catch up. He had been in Tom’s trailer eating his breakfast. An hour passes and you were being called to board the plane.

You settle in your seat, but your leg bounced in anticipation. After the things Harry told you, you just wanted to have your boyfriend in your arms. You knew everything was probably getting to his head, all you wanted to do was hold him and tell him that he was going to be ok. As the plane began to take off, your lack of sleep caught up on you. Throughout the whole flight, you slept soundly, the worries of Tom subsiding for the time being.

~🛬~

The plane lands in Cleveland safely. It was night when you arrived. With your bags, you looked around the airport for a familiar curly haired boy. Harry waves wildly at you before running and pulling you into a tight hug. You laugh wrapping your arms around the slender boy.

“How’s your day been, Haz?” You ruffle his hair as he rolls your suitcase to the parking lot. He shrugs, “The usual. Was on set with Tom, ran around and got things for him, nothing much happened honestly. But you’re here now, so this is the highlight of my night.”

The two of you approach a black car with a driver inside, Harry motions for him to unlock the trunk. He lifts your case in before the two of you get into the backseat.

“How was your flight?” Harry asks you. The car began to move, exiting the airport and entering the highway.

“I slept through all of it, I don’t remember a thing about the flight besides getting on and off it.” You chuckle, leaning your head back against the headrest.

Harry nudges your shoulder, “Thanks for coming out with such short notice.” You wave him off. “It’s no worries, anything for my boys.”

The car is quiet, the only sounds that could be heard is the car’s wheels against the pavement. You turn to Harry, “How was he today?”

“He was pretty good in the morning.” Harry started. “Then filming started and he would grow frustrated after a few scenes. His temper’s been short. He snapped at me during lunch, which is normal, but I just asked him if he wanted some water. He broke down after a certain scene today, I tried talking to him but he still wouldn’t open up about it.” Tom wasn’t too open about his feelings sometimes. He struggled to voice them at times making all his frustrations and feelings bottled up in his head.

Half an hour later and you guys arrive at Tom’s rented home in Atlanta. As soon as you opened the door, you felt the heavy atmosphere. It was somber and tense, the chilliness of the weather also felt inside the house. Harry gestures up the stairs, “Don’t worry, go see him. His room is the first door on the left.”

You quietly thank him and climb up the stairs. You find his door, taking a deep breath before knocking. You hear some shuffling behind the door, “Harry I’m fine! Leave me alone!” His voice was deep, a bit scratchy. You frown at the door.

“Tom?” The room falls quiet. Suddenly you hear fumbling and the sound of heavy footsteps behind the door. The door opens and you finally see him. He was dressed in a large shirt with sweatpants. He looked tired, dark circles under his eyes, eyes glassy, and chapped lips.

“(Y/n)? You’re here?” He asks you in disbelief. A tight lipped grin forms on your lips.

“Yeah, Har—“ You were going to explain how you got there but he immediately threw himself at you. His arms wrap tightly around your figure, his head dipped into your neck, pulling your closer into him. One of your arms go around his neck while the other rubs his back soothingly. A whimper bubbles out of him, his shoulders beginning to shake. You managed to shuffle the both of you back into his room, closing the door behind you.

“You’re ok.” You whisper into his ear, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. His grip around you never falters. Though he was much taller than you, he seemed so small at the moment. His body drowned in the shirt he wore, making him look thinner. You feel tears soaking into your shirt, making your heart clench in pain. You rest your forehead against his shoulder, holding and whispering sweet nothings into his ear until he was ready to speak.

A few minutes pass until his removes his head from your neck. You frown at his tear stained face, his eyes and cheeks red from quietly sobbing into your shoulder. Your hands cup his face, wiping the trails of tears on his cheeks. Tom leans closer to your touch, his eyes shut while his lips kiss your palm.

“I’m sorry, you’re probably tired from the flight.” He apologizes but you shake your head. You lead him to his bed and sit against the headboard. Tom follows in suit, desperately trying to get closer to you. His arms wrap around your torso, his head rests on your chest, while your legs tangle themselves together.

“I’ve had plenty of sleep on the flight, how are you?” Your lips are against his short hair from holding him so close. You nails scratch softly at his hair, calming him down.

“I don’t know if I could finish it.” He quietly admits. He shakes his head at himself.

“Why’s that, Tom?” Your boyfriend takes a deep breath as he sits up, removing himself from your touch. He sits across from you with legs crossed as he holds his head in his hands.

“I—I, it’s too much. There’s so much fucked up things he’s done. And all the things he’s seen. I just—sometimes I feel like it’s me who’s committed all of those things. When we shoot the scenes in the war and when I had to do drugs and rob banks, I felt like I lost myself—“ He cries interrupting himself to take a breath in. Compared to your fingers that ran gently through his hair, his clawed at his head. His palms rub harshly at his face, turning his skin a bright tint of red. To see Tom in such pain made you sad. You hated seeing him like this.

You gently remove his hands from scratching at his face and hold them in his lap. He stares down at your hands, clinging onto them as if his life depended on it. “I get lost in the character sometimes and I have to pull myself out of it to bring me back. But it keeps on happening over and over again. Then the Russos kept telling me to reshoot the scene more like Cherry, and I lost it and yelled at them.” You feel his tears fall to your your hands, making tears well up in your own eyes. You shuffle closer to him and kiss his forehead before pulling him into you. You stay quiet, letting him get whatever he wanted to get out.

Tom’s face is against your shoulder again. He sniffs before continuing, “It’s like everyday I find something he and I have in common. Then I think that maybe I’m turning into him. I don’t want him to be part of me. (Y/n), I don’t want to be him, I don’t want to do the things he’s done.” He sobs into your shoulder. Your heart breaks at how broken he sounded. His shoulders shook again, his back burning up with tension. A few tears made it’s way down your cheeks as you pulled his face away from you.

“Look at me.” You urged him. His jaw clenched, still looking down at his lap. He shook his head in response. “Tom, please. Look at me.” Your voice cracks. He slowly tilts his head up, your eyes connecting. He didn’t have that twinkle in his eyes, it’s like they’ve lost the light in them. Instead they were dark, like there was no life behind them. There was a mix of sadness, confusion, and even fear in his eyes.

You sadly smiled at him, cupping his face with your hands. “You’re not going to be him. You never will. You’re Tom. You are nothing close to Nico or Cherry. You are the sweetest man I have known in the world, you wouldn’t even hurt a damn fly. You’re not him. I know you aren’t. You wouldn’t do the things he’s ever done even if you were forced to. I know you Tom, I assure you, you’re nothing like him.” Tom hiccups, gripping onto your wrists.

“When this is all over and you’re done filming, we can forget about him. We won’t even mention him.” You assure him, stroking his cheeks.

“What if—,” You cut him off.

“No, there’s no what if’s. You’re going to be fine Tom. You’re surrounded by people who love you and will make you realize that you’re nothing even near him. You are the kindest man ever, you love your family, you care about your fans, and your brothers. You’re busy always taking care of everyone else, I think it’s time you take care of yourself, love.” You tell him. A small smile is on your face but it falters, “You don’t have to go through this alone, Tom.”

Tom takes a shaky breath in. “You’ll be there right?” He asks like a child making sure his mother will be there when he wakes up. “You’ll be there with me to bring me back?”

Your thumb smooths the crinkle between his brows, “I always will. I promise.” He nods and pulls you into him. You climb onto his lap and settle on his legs. He stares up at you, one of his his hands supporting your back, the other pressed against your cheek. “Thank you. I missed you so much. I’m sorry for not texting, everything’s just been so taxing mentally and physically.”

“No, don’t worry I get it.” You turn your face to press a light kiss on his palm. For the first time since you’ve seen him, Tom managed to crack a smile on his lips. He moves some strands of hair away from your face before resting his large hand on the back of your head. “I love you. I love you so much, (y/n).”

“I love you too, Tom.” You whisper against his lips. He takes that as a sign to finally crash your lips together. After months being apart, the feeling of his lips against yours felt like coming home. The kiss was desperate, like it was the air you both breathed. Tom had been longing for your touch, he craved you every second of the day, whether it be sexually or just missing you. The kiss grew rough, your teeth clashing, tongues poking and gliding against each other.

Tom lays you down on the bed, hovering over you. His hands grab and stroke at your body, trying to pull off your clothes to get close to your skin. He suddenly pulls away from your lips. “I need you. Please, I need you.” He almost begs you. Panting, you nod and push him to lay on his back. “Ok, let me take care of you, Tommy.”

He yanks his shirt off, throwing it to the side. You do the same, leaning down to meet his lips again. You kiss your way along his jaw and down to his neck. When you find that certain spot, he lets out a throaty groan, head falling back against the pillows. You run your nails along his chiseled abs and slightly roll your hips against his growing length. Tom grunts, hands instantly connecting to your ass and gripping onto your cheeks. He helps you roll your hips more, deeper with more friction against you two.

“Mm, Tom. I missed you.” You moan against his neck. You bite down and soothe the spot with your tongue after.

Tom looks down at you, lifting his hips to meet your clothes pussy. “Fucking miss you so much. You have no idea how much I’ve been dreaming of being buried in you again.” You kiss your way down his chest, but Tom stops you. His hands grab onto your leggings and slide them off.

“N-no foreplay. I need to feel you.” He stutters out, mouth agape. You nod in agreement and take his sweatpants off along with his boxers. You spit in your hand, running your hand along his dick to give it some wetness. Tom helps you lift yourself over him and guides your hips down his erected cock. You let out a combination of a sigh and moan as your walls envelop and stretch around him. Tom slightly sits up against the headboard, your tightness wrapping around him. He lets out a cry of relief, your walls around him feeding his cravings. You use his shoulders as leverage to pull yourself up but Tom stops you.

“What’s wrong?” You eye him cautiously. Tom shakes his head, “Nothing’s wrong. I just—can we stay like this for a while? I just want to feel you, please?”

“Yeah, we can do that.” You send him a reassuring smile as you settle back down on him. His hands make themselves comfortable around your waist. You maneuver your arms under his and wrap them around his back. Tom smiles at you, rubbing your back and guiding you into his chest. Before you can nuzzle your face into his neck, he presses a kiss to your temple and lets his fingers get tangled in your hair.

With his eyes closed in bliss, he whispers, “Thank you for bringing me back. I love you.”

You kiss his collarbone basking in the feeling him being so close to you. “I’ll always be here. I love you too.”

#marvel #mcu #avengers #Tom Holland #tom holland x reader #Tom Holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland headcanon #Tom Holland smut #Cherry #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland drabble

[ptergwen]

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

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“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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I'm so excited to read everything for Summer of Love ✨ could i request prompt 37 + 53 with Tom? Maybe friends to lovers 👀

YES I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THE VEGAS REQUEST I AM SO EXCITED

Okay no more screaming but I seriously hope you like it! This is one of my favorite prompts so I was super excited to get to do it 🥰🥰 Anyways, thanks for sending it in, feedback, as always, is appreciated and encouraged. Love you so so much xx

Drive Thru Wedding

37 - Getting drunk and getting married in Vegas

53 - "We are not platonic, and my feelings are never going to be platonic."

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (friends to lovers)

Warnings: light angst

Summary: You had a drive thru wedding with your best friend

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Tom sat up, groaning and rubbing his eyes as light streamed into the hotel room. The room slowly came into focus and he spotted (y/n) passed out on his bed. He knit his brow and padded towards the window, pulling the blinds closed to try and dull his throbbing head. He made his way to the bathroom, wincing as he turned on the light. He splashed water on his face before realizing he was still in the same clothes he’d put on the night before. With a heavy sigh he returned to the bedroom and peaked at his phone. Calls and texts from his family and Harrison, nothing unusual outside of the fact that it was nearly noon.

“Shit,” he swore, glancing back over at (y/n), “Darling wake up,” he set a hand on her back, shaking her lightly.

She groaned, “Go away.”

“It’s nearly noon, come on, time to get up,” he chuckled.

“Fuck you,” she swore back at him before rolling onto her back, “I feel awful.”

“Yeah, me too,” he sighed, “I barely remember last night.”

“Me either. I hope I didn’t do anything embarrassing…”

“I’m sure you didn’t,” he assured, “We should go get some water, and eat.”

“Good call, but I need to shower first,” she yawned as she finally sat up, “Mind if I use your shower?”

“No, no of course not, I’m just gonna call Haz.”

“Cool, I’ll be quick,” she promised.

“Take your time,” he waved her off as he punched in his friend's number.

“Ah, he lives,” Harrison teased as he picked up the phone, “How’s (y/n)?”

“Showering, we’re both a bit fucked,” he frowned, “You aren’t in the suite are you?”

“No, we got breakfast and now we’re heading for the mob museum. We were going to wake you guys up but it seemed like you needed the sleep. You want to come meet us here?”

“Maybe, we’ve got to go eat first though,” he sighed, “Dude, what happened last night?”

“We all got really trashed, you and (y/n) were taking shots and you two took the driver and disappeared. We were all too trashed to even notice you were missing until we left though, but you guys were passed out when we got back to the hotel, so we figured you must have just headed back,” he chuckled, “Don’t remember a thing huh?’

“Hardly, I mean I remember being at the club for a while, but I don’t remember leaving…”

“Does she remember anything?”

“No, I don’t think she remembers anymore than I do.”

“That’s good, at least if you, you know, confessed something, she doesn’t remember.”

Tom blushed, “Yeah, that’s a plus…”

It was obvious to Harrison that something was wrong, “What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Tom sighed, “I’ve just got this feeling something happened, I just can’t remember what.”

“Hey, I’m sure if you did anything too bad it’d be in the news by now. You probably just threw up or fell or something.”

“Probably, I just hope no one got it on video.”

“I’m sure they didn’t, look I gotta go, our Uber’s here, but let me know if you end up heading our way.”

“Yeah, no problem, I’ll get back to you in a bit.”

Tom rubbed his eyes and dug around his suitcase for some fresh clothes, after finding them he headed across the suite to use a different bathroom. He desperately wanted to clean up and figure out exactly what had occurred the night before. She still looked exhausted when they reunited outside of his room, he was sure he didn’t look any better.

“Everyone went out already huh?”

Tom nodded, “Yeah, they’re at the mob museum right now. They said we can meet up with them if we want, I figure we can see how we feel after we eat.”

“Good idea,” she rubbed her stomach with a sigh, “Do you think a mimose would help or hinder me right now.”

He smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, “Definitely hinder. I think both of us should be on an alcohol detox today.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” she sighed, “Alright, a boring, virgin breakfast it is.”

“Oh you poor thing,” he laughed as they stepped onto the elevator, “It’s just tragic.”

They both opted for something easy on the stomach, simple eggs and fruits, regretting that they didn’t bring sunglasses down from the hotel room. They were both certain they couldn’t make it through a day on the strip, the lights and noise were bound to be too much, which ruled out the possibility of going to meet their friends. Tom still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, it was an unreachable itch in the back of his mind.

“What do you remember from last night?”

“Uh, being at the club, doing some shots,” she tapped her chin, “I don’t know Tom, not much, it’s all kind of blurry really.”

“Same here. I just wonder where we were…”

“I’m sure we just came back here,” she yawned, “I mean you’re pretty high profile, if we were out doing anything crazy I’m sure we would have heard about it by now.”

“Yeah, probably…”

“Mr. Holland?” the waiter approached their table with a smile, “I have something for you from the front desk.”

“Oh, thanks,” he frowned at the manilla envelope placed in front of him, “Uh, who’s this from?”

“Your diver returned it this morning.”

“Thanks,” he repeated as he tore into the envelope, suddenly going wide eyed at its contents, “What the…”

(y/n) frowned and scooted towards him, “I wanna see.”

Before them laid a series of photos of them, clearly taken the night before at the Little White Chapel. (y/n) held a bouquet and Tom held her, his lips pressed to her cheek in one photo and her lips in the next.

“Holy shit,” (y/n)’s jaw nearly hit the floor, “No fucking way…”

“We must have been there for someone else,” Tom tried to explain.

“With a bouquet? Kissing?” (y/n) frowned at him, “Oh my god we eloped in Vegas!”

“Guess you can mark that one off your bucket list,” Tom tried to joke.

“Tom!” she flushed, “This is serious! We need to go somewhere right away and get this annulled!”

“Look even if we did do it, it doesn’t mean it was legally binding, I mean we were drunk, they probably just let us take some pictures to entertain us.”

“God I hope so,” she groaned, “We need to go down there now, get this sorted out right away.”

“I’ll call a driver,” Tom assured, “We’ll sort this out.”

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(y/n) drummed her finger along her arm nervously while the elder lady at the chapel typed away at her computer, checking if anything had been registered under either of their names.

“Oh, yep, here it is,” she smiled to them, “Looks like we did hold a wedding for you two last night.”

“Like a real, legal one?” (y/n) pressed.

She nodded, “Yep, you two are married.”

“W-Well you have to delete it,” she demanded.

“Oh hunny, I can’t do that,” she apologized, “You’ll have to go to the county court to apply for an annulment.”

She groaned and Tom smiled at the lady as he ushered her towards the door, “Thanks for all your help, have a nice day.”

“You’re welcome!” she called after them cheerfully.

“This sucks,” (y/n) pinched her brow as they returned to the car, “I guess we’re going to the county court then.”

“We’ll get this sorted out,” Tom blushed, “I just hope we can stay friends after the divorce.”

She laughed while he gave instructions to the driver, “Depends how big my alimony checks are.”

“Why are you the one that gets alimony checks? What about me huh?”

“Because there’s no way I make more money than you movie star,” she poked his chest, “I’m taking Tessa too.”

“Oh now you’re taking it way too far,” he shook his head, “You can take the kids, and the houses, and the money, but no way you’re taking Tessa.”

“Dick,” she shook her head, “After everything we’ve been through, I can’t even keep the dog?”

“Absolutely not,” he laughed, “That’s my baby, I’ll go to war over her.”

“You used to talk that way about me,” (y/n) rolled her eyes, “See this is exactly why we’re getting this divorce.”

“Maybe we should have tried counseling,” he hummed, “You know I don’t think it would be so bad.”

“A divorce?”

“No, if we were married,” he flushed, “I mean just cause we’re like best friends and everything…”

“Yeah but you don’t marry your best friend,” she laughed, “You marry the love of your life.”

“I know, I know, I’m just saying, you know,” he wrung his hands nervously, embarrassed he’d said anything at all.

“What? That’d we’d be a super hot celebrity power couple? Because that’s totally true,” she smiled, “We’d be the best dressed at every premier.”

“Yeah, we’d be a good power couple…”

“I’m sure you and your eventual wife will also be a power couple,” she squeezed his arm with a big smile, “Well, second wife.”

He nodded and pursed his lips, “Can you believe we kissed?”

She laughed, “Oh yeah, lucky you.”

He was upset he couldn’t remember their first, and possibly only kiss, he always imagined it would be more special. “It’s just weird not remembering any of it.”

“I just don’t even know where we got the idea,” she sighed, “I wonder if we drove by it or something…”

“I don’t know, maybe we just talked about it.”

“Maybe, like we got all drunk and got up in our feels.”

“Probably.”

“Tom, what's wrong?” she frowned at him.

“Nothing, I’m just hungover,” he insisted.

“Alright, well we can go lay down again after we sort this out.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

They were quiet the rest of the drive, with Tom growing more and more anxious as they approached the courthouse. It wasn’t that he wanted to be married, but he wanted some kind of relationship. He wanted to confess that he liked the idea of kissing her and being married to her and all of that, he just couldn’t seem to spit it out.

“Hi,” (y/n) smiled at the woman at the front desk, “This is kind of embarrassing but we got really drunk last night and ended up getting married, we just needed to file for an annulment.”

“Happens all the time,” she nodded, “Just fill this out and we’ll call you back to get this sorted out.”

“Thanks,” she took a clipboard and sat down beside Tom, “Time to start dividing assets.”

“Yeah, sounds good,” Tom took the board from her and began scribbling information down.

“Oh come on, I’m not that bad of a wife.”

“Ah, what’s got you in a sour mood Tommy?”

“Nothing,” he insisted, “I’m just trying to get this over with.”

“(y/n).”

“Fine, fine, I’ll just sit here,” she sighed, “Guess we aren’t getting divorce ice cream after this huh?”

Tom said nothing.

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Tom continued to be quiet as they signed papers and drove back to the hotel, all (y/n) could get with her were one word responses. She wasn’t sure what had changed and made him so upset. She was worried he’d gotten a message from his managers or something.

“Tom come on, you can tell me what’s going on,” she begged, “I know you're upset.”

“It’s nothing okay? I keep telling you I’m fine.”

“But you aren’t, I know you aren’t, and I’m just trying to help, you know you can tell me anything.”

He pinched his nose, “I can’t tell you about this.”

“Of course you can,” she set her hand on his back with a frown, “You can tell me anything.”

“I don’t know, today was just stressful.”

“I’m sure no one saw anything, somebody would have contacted you already.”

“Not about that,” he sighed.

“Okay, what about then?”

“What if I didn’t want to get the annulment?”

She wrinkled her brow in confusion, “Why wouldn’t you?”

“Because it’s you,” he blushed.

“You want us to have some kind of platonic marriage?” she laughed.

Without a word he cupped her face, pressing his lips to hers for a bruising kiss, “We are not platonic, and my feelings are never going to be platonic.”

Her whole face flushed and her jaw hung open in shock, “You’re into me?”

“I’m completely crazy about you,” he nodded.

“S-So you want to marry me?”

“No, no,” he shook his head, “Not right now at least. But I don’t want to throw away any chance of us being together.”

“Tom annulling our drunk Vegas wedding isn’t the same as throwing away any chance of us being together,” she bit her cheek, “I mean I think it’s pretty obvious that I’m into you.”

His cheeks flushed bright red, “Really?”

She nodded, “Obviously dummy, I don’t think I would have married you if I didn’t.”

He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, “So it would be cool if I wanted to take you on a date?”

“Very cool,” she nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck, “But maybe this time we can wait a little longer for the proposal.”

“Yeah well a Vegas drive thru was never exactly my dream wedding anyway,” he squeezed her waist and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “Maybe we should go somewhere without alcohol though, just to be safe.”

“Considering my head’s still throbbing, I actually think I’m good on drinking for the rest of the year,” she got on her tiptoes, giving Tom another quick kiss.

“Speaking of which, how would you like to come take a hangover nap with me, girlfriend.”

“Sounds like a lovely use of our time, boyfriend.”

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HEY BITCHES!

!GIF NOT MINE!

A/N: Hey, this my first time writing a fanfic! PLEASE DON'T COPY MY WRITING WITH OUT MY PERMISSION BUT EVEN THEN IT MIGHT BE A NO ANYWAY!!!! I SPENT TIME ON THIS AND IT WOULD BE A WASTE OF TIME IF SOMEONE STOLE IT!!! Thanks loves have a great day! ALSO DON'T REBLOG THIS!!!! To me without giving me credit in it counts as STEALING!!!!

Warnings: Swearing, Harrison being annoying, kissing and grammar/spelling mistakes.

TOM HOLLAND X FEM!READER

HARRISON X READER (FRIENDS) SAME W/ HARRY, PADDY AND SAM!

You are in the kitchen making dinner for you, Tom, Harry, Paddy, Sam and Harrison. Tessa was sitting beside you giving you puppy eyes because she wanted your food. Sam wanted cook so he was huffing scrolling on Instagram.

"SAMMY!?" You called for Sam but got no answer, "Sam!?", still no answer, "FOR FUCK SAKE SAM GET IN HERE NOW! I NEED YOUR HELP WITH SOMETHING!!!". That got his attention, you heard really heavy running then a loud thump, you had to stiffle a laugh because he just fell as he entered the room, "I told you... I knew you couldn't do it by your self!" he teased. "Hey!" you smacked his arm lightly, "I could do it, I just need your help putting something on the shelf because hellooooo I'm only 5'3 remember!" You said. Sam groaned taking the jar off you, "Why didn't you get tom to do thisssss...." he groaned.

"I'm here now dickface!" Said Tom as he came in the kitchen. You spun around to see him, he came over to you right after he stopped to give Tess a pat on the head. "Hey beautiful..." he said. "Hey handsome..." you said, he slid his arms around your waist and gave you a loving kiss, he started deepening the kiss and you aren't complaining. He lifted you up on the counter and you guys were like full on making out right in front of Sam and Tessa.

"OMG YOU GUYS ARE GROSS," Said Harrison as he, Harry and Paddy entered the room, "WE COOK ON THAT COUNTER!!!" He continued. Paddy, Harry and Sam all laughed. Tom stopped kissing you, his hair poking out in all different directions because of you running your hands through his hair and from you also pulling at it. "Fuck off..." mumbled Tom. "Hey, just saying!" Said Harrison putting his hands up in defence.

"Well," said Paddy dragging out the 'l', "Anyway, what ever you are cooking there Y/N, smells AMAZINGGGG!" "Yea, what are you cooking?" Said Harry. "Welllll, I am making chilli con carne with poppadoms..." Harrison stuck his finger in the mix, you were about to scold him but then he said, "OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD!!! THIS IS EVEN BETTER THAN SAM'S COOKING!!!" You blushed at the complement, "No way, Sam's cooking is the best...." Said Harry as everyone went to taste it, they all looked like they were in heaven, "LOVE! WHEN DID YOU LEARN HOW TO COOK LIKE THIS!!!" Tom exclaimed.

"My mum." You mumbled while blushing, "What do you think Sam?" Paddy asked. "I guess it's.... ok...." said Sam annoyed. You snorted, "Well I'll take that complement!" You giggled. Everyone giggles died down after a few seconds. Tom gave you a kiss a kiss on top of the head before he lead Tessa and everyone out of the kitchen except Sam stayed behind, "Y'know," he started, "Your cooking isn't too bad." He said softly, "Thanks Sammy." You said as you gave him a hug.

"AWWWWW! SAM'S GONE SOFT!!!!" Teased Harry, everyone laughed except Sam. He eventually started laughing then, Tessa started barking at a squirrel and she bolted straight at the door knocking over Sam in the process, Sam groaned as you helped him up, "I'm not giving anymore compliments if this is the way it ends up...." You all burst out laughing. You all had much more fun after that.

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[tommydarlings]

All the good girls go to Hell | pt.2 - How bad can a good girl get?

pairing: mob!tom x reader

warnings: smut ( male receiving ), blowjob, swear words, use of violent words and actions! quick mention of dugs, at the end a lil bit of fluff 

w/c: 1.9k

Requests: OPEN

Summary: Tom tells y/n his rules. Is she happy with them? No. Does she accept them? Maybe... But Tom has just one Question in his mind, How bad can a good girl get? 

please read the ´a/n´ ! 

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“Every good girl has a bad girl side. It just depends if her partner knows how to awake the beast” 

When we arrived at a huge landing site, Tom took my hand in his rough and murderous hand and got out of the jet with me.

How do I know they're murderous hands?

Because everyone who owns a TV and watched the news at least once, knows that you better not fool around with this man. Not only Tom Holland, but his whole family and his partner Harrisson Osterfield could kill you in within a second in the worst way ever.

Let's start with the father and the mother:

The two people who founded everything. The two people who have the actual blood on their hands. Dominic Holland was a man with little words and more bullets in the gun, which was understandable. Nicola Holland was exactly like that. Everyone was afraid of both of them and wouldn't even dare to go near them. At that time, everyone thought that women could never lead such an empire. Therefore, women must not even be involved. But everyone was shown the opposite after Nicola chased a bullet through her own father's skull. Her father didn't want to hand over the drugs and started discussing with her... Which, by the way, you better not do with the Hollands. So she ended up having no patience, she ended her father and the deal with her own hands.

Let's go to the twins, Harry and Sam:

If you provoke even one of them... you will not be killed directly. no. worse. They will torture you until you beg them to kill you... There was a rumor that they gradually cut off a girl's skin piece by piece and gave it to their dog, Tessa, to eat. They also love to hear their victims scream. Not their name or anything, no. They love it when you scream 'stop' or 'I can't anymore'. However, what they abhor is rape. They would break all the bones of a girl and beat her until their fists were full of blood, but they would never rape a girl.

Then there's Paddy:

You can't say much about him... He's 16, so he can't do much more than help with the usual paper work and be there for someone when he's had a bad day. He is a good boy, but unfortunately he ended up in the wrong family.

And then, the last Holland aka. The boss and leader of everything. Thomas Stanley Holland:

Mercy? This man doesn't know this word. Rules? He doesn't know either. Except his own, and if you break those... Then you can say goodbye to your life. Women and even young girls telling all the time how good he is in bed and that you should listen to him because otherwise he punishes you... He's just a man who has limits, and you shouldn't push them. He tortured and killed more people than you could count. And if you don't follow one of his orders, you're one of them. He doesn't care if you're a young little girl who just wants to go to her parents, or a big strong man who can take a lot, he. doesn't. care. He treats you the way he wants, and if you don't want that... Then you better start praying darling.

Back to the present.

Tom went at a fast pace to a long and beautiful sedan. He opened the door and i stepped in with him.

"Do you want a drink now?" he asked me as he poured himself a glass of wine. "No," I answered briefly and quickly with a bitter voice.

"Why don't you drink? Did your daddy forbid you to drink because you once might have drunk too much and did bad things?" said Tom with a stupid grin on his face. "I've never done anything bad," I replied. "Then maybe you should do something bad"

"And what, for an example?"

"Don't know, kill someone, steal something, take drugs or... Break one of my rules "he whispered the last part.

"But you said you would punish me if I broke one of your rules"

"Yeah, exactly, that's why i want you to do it, because then you experience something that only bad girls do... And what I do with bad girls"

I swallowed. On the one hand, I wanted to find out what he was doing with me- no.

What am I talking about? You're a good girl.

Don't kneel in front of this monster and give him what he wants. He gets everything he wants. But not you.

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When we finally arrived we got out of the limousine and entered a huge large and beautifully decorated villa. But what surprised me the most were the family pictures hanging on the wall. If you looked carefully, you could see that every single one in the pictures is always happy.

You couldn't believe that this family killed so many innocent people.

"Darling, are you okay?" Tom asked with a little smile on his face. I just nodded my head a short 'yes' before following him. We went to a huge room, which I think is his office, and he locked the door behind him.

"I need to talk to you" he told me in a deep and rough voice.

He got closer and closer so I had to step back and finally fell on the chair that was behind a big table. He hoverd over me and put both of his hands on the armrest next me so that i was trapped between them.

He looked me deep in the eye and said, "I will tell you my rules now and you better listen carefully."

"Rule number 1: You do what I say and don't talk back."

"Rule Number 2: If I need a little distraction, then you'll give it to me."

"Rule number 3: If you break a rule, you will take every single punishment I give you like a good girl.

"Rule Number 4: If you are staring at one of my colleagues or even giving a compliment, I will do everything I can do to be the only person you think about in that pretty mind of yours."

"You a-are a b-beast" I told him while tears were flowing down my face. He put his hands on my cheeks and whispered, "Correct, and i just needed my Beauty, and now i found her" before giving me a gentle but long kiss on my forehead.

"And last rule, rule number 5: Don't push my limits, I'm a very impatient man and I always get what I want and I don't show any mercy. I don't give a single fuck that your a girl, I'll destroy you if i have to. And with destroy, I don´t mean that i will hit you, no. I don't hit women, and especially not you because you're mine from now on. Remember that. By destroy I mean that I'm going to tie you to the bed and fuck you so hard and long that you're begging me to stop, tears are going to run down your cheeks and your whole body will tremble. And we won't stop until I say so."

I starred with pure shook and glassy eyes at his face,

It slowly started to get dark and the clock on his table showed 10.42 pm. He also noticed that and said,

"Come on, let's go to our bedroom"

„Ours?“

"Do you seriously think we're sleeping separately?" he laughed.

"I-I don't want to sleep in a B-bed with you, please"

"Come on darling"

"No!" I shouted. We both stood now and he started to walk slowly to me.

"What did you just say" He was right in front of me and he pressed me against the wall... again.

I just stuttered because I didn't know what to say. I knew exactly that when I talk back it won't end well, so why did I do it? Where did self-confidence came from?

Tom grabbed my chin with his rough hands and whispered with a rough voice,

"Get on your knees"

I looked up at him with glassy eyes,

"N-no, p-please d-don't do t-this to me"

He just looked me deep into the eyes with a stern look and repeated,

"Get on your fucking knees before I make you darling"

Slowly, with tears in my eyes, I went down on my knees front of him. Right infront of my face was his crotch now.

He started to open his belt slowly and that was the moment I knew that I should have been quiet. He started opening his dresspants and took his cock out.

"Did you ever sucked a cock before?"

I shook my head 'no' and he just hummed a short 'alright' before he made a makeshift ponytail with his hand and pushed my head to his cock but I didn't opened my mouth.

"You better open that pretty mouth of yours, before I go and grab the ring gag, babygirl"

After he said that I looked up at him and slowly opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out.

I started to give his tip a few kitten licks, but that was too less for him, he pushed my head so far ahead that i had his whole length in my mouth and demanded me to suck.

"Fuck kitten, just like that"

I started to suck even harder and he started to moan louder and breath heavily.

"Such a good cockslut for me, fuuuuck!" he shouted with his eyes closed.

I bopped my head faster and i could feel him getting close.

Why don't I feel bad?

Why don't I find it disgusting?

Why do I even like it?!?!

"Fuck i'm gonna come kitten"

I got up again and he put his clothes on while I stood completely frozen infront of him and thought about what I just did.

After i gave his tip on last kitten lick he came in my mouth with a loud 'fuck'

"That was really good for your first time princess"

"Come on, let's go to bed, it's pretty late," he said as he walked toward the door.

"Don't you realize what we just did?" I said after a while.

"Yeah, you just sucked me off and then swallowed my cum like a good girl"

"You practically rapped me!"

"Rule number 1 darling" he said in a singing voice with a slight grin on his stupid but handsome face.

"You're sick" i whisperd in a harsh tone.

He turned and went back to me and put his hands on my shoulders.

"No, I just have my needs. And it looked like you were enjoying it "

"I would never enjoy to suck your cock" i growled.

He just let out a tiny laugh and leaned in so that his mouth almost touched my ear and whispered,

"I don't think you'll say the same thing in 1 month babygirl"

After he said that, he gave me a gentle kiss on my right cheek and scopped me up in his arms. I didn't wanted to break another rule, so i put my arms around his neck and let him carry me to 'our' bedroom.

When he arrived, he threw me on the bed and laid down next to me after he undressed all the way to his boxers. I was still in bed wearing a T-shirt and a leggins, the same thing I've been wearing since he took me with him.

"Do you want to put some clothes of mine?" he asked me with a soft voice.

I nooded a short 'yes' before he got up and came back with an oversized T-shirt.

"Take off the Leggins too, it's hot in here"

I obeyed and took off my leggins and T-shirt and put on his oversized T-shirt.

We both put ourselves back to bed and he pulled on my arm so that i put my head on his chest, then he swung his arm around me so that his fingertips caressed my shoulder.

Why did I like it?!

He's sick, get away from him!

Be a good girl and try to escape!

But fuck,I like it.

"Good night princess" he whispered with a rough and scratchy voice.

"Good night Tom"

And so I fell asleep in his arms.

In the arms of a monster but in the arms of a man with a big and good heart, i just have to find it.

There's something good in him.

And maybe there's something bad in me.

a/n: Hope you like this one! please give me some feedback :) You can comment or dm me when u may have some ideas!!! the crossed out name(s) sadly didn´t work :( Just want to say real quick that this serie won´t be that long and it will be mainly about Tom and y/n ! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS <3 

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[naturallytom]

Mending a Broken Heart (Tom Holland x reader)

a/n: i posted this before but it flopped so...let’s hope that doesn’t happen again!

warnings: language, angst, mentions of cheating 

listen to: broken home (5sos), shouldn’t come back (demi lovato), river of tears (alessia cara)

please please reblog/leave feedback!! i worked really hard on this don’t want it to end up with like..20 notes lol 

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You had noticed it for months. Tom has been pulling away, spending more time out with the boys than at home with you. His kisses became forced and the words ‘love you’ slowly stopped falling from his lips. 

Most days he would leave for work before you woke up and on the rare occasion you were up when he left, he would mumble a ‘goodbye’ before walking out the door. Sometimes, if you were lucky, he would press a gentle kiss to your forehead. Most times, though, he would just leave. 

You did your best to keep the love alive, you were still madly in love with him. The wedding band that sat tightly on your ring finger mocked you. A symbol of what was love has turned into one sided love. Hell, you weren’t sure if Tom wore his wedding ring anymore. 

A quick glance to his left hand would reveal that he didn’t. 

You spent your nights wondering if it was something you did. Were you too clingy when he left to film? Was he just tired of you after four years of marriage? Did he find someone else?

No. You shook your head to yourself one night as you laid in the bed by yourself, the space usually occupied by Tom cold. If he found someone else and if he cheated, that’s on him. Not on you. 

Still, the thought plagued your mind. Did he meet someone else? Was she prettier than you? Is that where he was when he said he was out with the boys? Was she able to give him something you couldn’t give him?

The door opening and shutting alerted you that Tom was home. You sighed, knowing it’d be another night of sleeping on opposite sides of the bed. 

The door to the bedroom opened and in came Tom, Tessa jumping up to greet him. 

“Hey girl, hey love, how are you, hm?” He whispered, petting Tessa as his eyes flickering over to you, who was visibly awake. “Thought you’d be asleep by now. ‘S late.” 

“Couldn’t sleep.” You replied simply. “Hey so I was thinking, we haven’t had a date night in a while, maybe you wanted to go out to see the Halloween decorations around town and get dinner tomorrow night?” 

“Can’t,” He shook his head as he got ready for bed. “Harrison wants to watch the game. Told him I’d go.” 

“Didn’t you just see Harrison tonight?” 

“Yeah, and?” 

“Nothing.” You sighed, obviously upset. “Nothing, Tom. Goodnight.” 

“Night.” He responded, turning out the light and climbing into bed, falling asleep with his back toward you. 

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The next day, you were surprised to see Tom already awake and waiting in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of tea when you got downstairs. 

“Good morning.” You smiled softly. 

“We need to talk.” He told you. You felt your heart drop and your palms get sweaty, but you wiped them on your pajama pants in an effort to seem totally calm and not panicked. 

“A-About what?” You asked, your voice coming out shaky. 

“I think,” Tom started. “I think we should get divorced.” 

It was then, at 8:30 am that your world came crashing down. 

“W-What?” You whimpered out, your voice weaker than before. “Why?”

“I’m not happy with you anymore.” He said simply. Your eyes flickered to his left hand, noticing the absence of the golden wedding band, making your heart ache. 

“We can try couples’ therapy. We can go on dates like we used to, Tom, please! We can fight for this, Tom. Fight for us.” You cried, your heart shattering into a million tiny pieces, each one puncturing your lungs as you struggled to keep your breath under control. 

“No,” He shook his head. “My mind is made up. I’m sorry, y/n. Um, I found a lawyer at a firm, they have a lot of other lawyers there you can contact. I’ll just, uh, leave their card here.” 

“So that’s it? Three years of dating and four years of marriage down the drain?” You sobbed, holding your knees to your chest as you sat on the kitchen floor. 

“I’m sorry, y/n. Truly, I am.”

He placed the small business card on the counter, grabbing the bags you didn’t even notice, mumbling an ‘I’ll be staying with Haz,’ before walking out the front door, like he did every other day. This time, though, you had the sinking feeling he was leaving for good. 

-

It was only three weeks that your lawyer came over to meet with you, joined by Tom and his lawyer. You kept your eyes focused on the table as you signed the paperwork, wanting to get this done as soon as possible. 

As soon as everyone left, you shut the door, slid down the back of it, and cried. 

-

Nearly two months after the worst day of your life and it was time for a self care night. The ring that once sat on your left hand was buried away in your jewelry box somewhere and you were finally starting to feel free and somewhat happy again after crying yourself to sleep and wondering where it all went wrong for months. 

After the divorce you buried yourself in work, using it as a distraction from going home to an empty house. Slowly but surely, the framed pictures of you and Tom came down, making a new home on the empty shelves in the closet. It hurt to be alone in the empty house at first, memories of you and Tom when you were happy plaguing the walls. Once you started making time for yourself, however, you became happier. 

Tonight, after a long day of decorating the house and making it seem cheery, you ordered your favorite Chinese food, played your favorite Christmas songs, and ran yourself a bath with a vanilla scented bath bomb. You were enjoying a glass of wine, the hot water of the bath soothing you when the music playing from your phone was interrupted by a call coming in. 

To your surprise, it was Tom. You contemplated answering it, but instead, let it go to voicemail. However, you were curious as to why he called, though you were also 99% positive it was a pocket dial. So you played the voicemail, the familiar voice ringing throughout the bathroom. 

“Hey y/n, um, I hope you’re doing well. I just called because I wanted to tell you something. I um, I miss you. A lot. And I know I don’t get to feel that way but I do and I just wanted to tell you that and I guess ask if there was any possibility of meeting to talk? Uh, call me back if...if you want. I don’t blame you if you hate me. Bye. Love y-” 

You turned off the voicemail before the phrase could be finished. Millions of thoughts filled your mind, ranging from happy ones to ones that made your heart ache and tears fill your eyes. 

You decided to ignore it, pretend it never happened, and enjoy your self care night. 

-

The next day you were enjoying a cup of tea and reading your book when a knock on the door interrupted you. Confusion filled your body, you weren’t expecting anyone to pop by. 

Opening the door, you were greeted by a sight you never thought you’d see again. Tom was standing on your the top step leading up to the front door, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands. 

“Hi.” He breathed out, his breath forming a cloud around him due to the coldness of the air. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, keeping your eyes focused on the ground. 

“Did you get my voicemail?” He responded, hope filling his eyes when you nodded. “Um, I brought these for you. I was hoping we could talk.” 

“Why should I talk to you? We’re divorced, just like you wanted.” Tom winced at the words. “Nothing to change.” 

“Actually, we’re not.” He corrected. “I called the office the other day. Um, it’s not official yet.” 

“Well then they should make it official. Maybe I can call them and make it happen as my very last Christmas present to you. Just what you wanted.” You snapped. 

“No, this isn’t what I want, can I speak, please?” He pleaded, his eyes resembling those of a puppy. 

“Fucking, fine, Tom! Jesus.” You groaned. 

“Can, can I come in?” He asked, his voice small and fragile. 

You debated saying no, saying that he’s not welcome in your house after what he did. But it was snowing and to be honest, your face was getting cold. So you opened the door a little wider, allowing him to come in. 

“Stay there.” You instructed, taking the flowers from him and placing them on the kitchen counter before going back to where he was waiting at the front door, taking a seat on the stairs across from him. “Speak.” 

“The house looks nice. Really nice. You did a good j-” 

“Tom I’m not gonna listen to your small talk. Say what you have to say and leave.” You told him. His heart broke but he couldn’t blame you. 

“Um, so I thought I wasn’t happy with you but um, as time went on, I realized how much I miss having you in my life.” He began, visibly nervous. “I was just looking through our pictures and how happy you looked and I just, I guess I realized I wanted to be the one to make you that happy again.”

“You haven’t made me happy in months, Tom.” 

“I know.” His heart clenched. “I know and I’m so sorry, y/n. I really am.” 

“Was there someone else? Did you cheat on me?” You asked. 

“No, no absolutely not, y/n.” He answered before adding; “I went on a date with someone after we split up but it didn’t work out. I realized she wasn’t what I want.” 

“Of course she wasn’t.” You scoffed. 

“I want you, y/n. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy again.” He told you, tears filling your eyes. “Is there..is there any possibility you could love me again?” 

“Again?” You seethed. “Tom I never fell out of love with you! I never stopped loving you! That was all you! You stopped loving me and you wanted this stupid fucking divorce!”

“I..I don’t think I ever stopped loving you either.” He whispered, tears falling down his rosy cheeks. “Please, y/n, if there’s even the tiniest chance..” 

“Of what, Tom? Of going right back to being married? Of you making me happy? I don’t know, Tom! I don’t know anything except that I hate you right now.” You sobbed, crying into your knees while Tom let out quiet sobs of his own, his heart clenching at the lack of wedding band on your left hand and the missing pictures that previously decorated the first hallway in your once shared house. 

“Of..anything, y/n. Please, I just want a second chance to show you how much you mean to me, to make you happy again. I will do anything to save us, anything you want. And...and if it’s not working or you just really hate me, I wouldn’t blame you. Not at all.” He begged, his eyes puffy and red. 

“I tried to save us, Tom. Don’t you remember? I begged and pleaded with you to do couples therapy to go on dates when you were breaking my heart into a million tiny pieces. I begged you to try and fight for us, for our marriage, but you just walked out the god damn door!” You spit through gritted teeth. 

“I fucked up, I know. I fucked up so badly.” He cried, wiping his tears away. 

“And if leaving me wasn’t enough, you took Tessa too! I was left completely alone in this big fucking house that was haunted by you.” You sobbed. 

“I’m..I’m sorry, y/n. So so fucking sorry. What do you want me to do?” 

“I want...I want you to hurt. I want you to hurt the way you hurt me. I want you to know how this fucking feels.” You said, your voice getting louder with each word that fell from your lips.

Tom could only cry. This was ripping him apart, he couldn’t even imagine what the whole thing felt like to you. 

“I’m gonna need time to think, Tom.” You finally mumbled, Tom nodding in response. 

“I’ll give you all the time you need. I promise you-” 

“Don’t. Don’t promise me anything.” You spoke, your voice low. “You won’t be able to keep it. You promised you’d love me forever four years ago and look what happened.” 

“y/n pl-”

“You don’t get to do this. You-you don’t get to just waltz right back in here and ask for a second chance to fight for us when I didn’t even get a first chance. How do I know this won’t end like it did before?” 

“y/n, I swear to you, if this isn’t working out, you can leave me. I...I just want a chance to prove myself to you.” He begged. 

“God, Tom. You don’t get it! I’m not going through this again. Do you realize how much you broke me the first time? Fuck, you had a chance, Tom. And you threw it away.” You muttered quietly. 

“I regret that every day. Every god damn day.” He told you honestly.

“I don’t know, Tom.” You sighed. 

“Talk to me?” He tried, knowing you were hiding something deeper than an ‘I don’t know.’

“Don’t know what else there is to say.” You mumbled. “I don’t trust you, I-I can’t trust you. I hate you.” 

“The pictures of us aren’t up anymore.” Tom sniffled, changing the subject. 

“I hated looking at them.” You told him honestly. “I want to start over.” 

“What?”

“I want to start over. I can’t go back to being emotionally married to you even if we’ll still be married legally. I’m talking starting from scratch, as if we were meeting for the first time, the whole deal.” You told him. 

“That sounds perfect, y/n. Thank y-”

“Get out, Tom. Please. I just want to be alone and not with you right now. I’m still not happy with you.” 

“Okay.” He breathed out, hope filling him once again. “You won’t regret this, I promise.” 

“What did I just say about promises?” You asked tearily. 

“I know, I know. I’m determined to keep this promise, though.” He told you. 

“Fine. Whatever. Just please leave for now.” You whimpered, watching as he walked out the door, just like he did when he broke your heart. 

You decided you needed another self care night. Another bath was run, another vanilla scented bath bomb was used, more wine was consumed. 

Tom texted you right as you got out of the bath. 

Tom: hey y/n, it’s tom, just incase you don’t have my number saved anymore. I just wanted to say thank you for the second chance. I really am grateful. I hope you have a relaxing night, you deserve it. 

You rolled your eyes and tossed your phone gently on your bed, though you could feel your heart rate pick up and butterflies fill your stomach. 

-

Tom began texting you sweet little things each morning, whether it was to let you know that he’s been thinking of you or to tell you that he hopes you have a great day. At first you ignored them, but then you began responding in short answers of one or two words until the two of you were texting every day, like when you met for the first time seven years ago. 

-

Over a month after you started texting again, Tom took you on a first date. Pulling up to your house, Tom felt the nerves fill his body as he walked up to your front door and knocked, another bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand. 

He felt all the air leave his lungs as you opened the door. You looked absolute stunning. You were wearing a navy blue dress that reached down to just above your knees, one Tom bought you one year. 

“Wow, hi.” He breathed. “You look stunning.” 

“Thank you.” You smiled, accepting the flowers he handed you. “I’ll be right back.” 

Tom took you to your favorite restaurant that night, one that the two of you frequented when you (formerly) went on dates. 

When he took you back to your house, he walked you up to the front door, where he nervously asked if he could kiss you. 

You said yes, and that was all Tom needed to press a soft kiss to your lips. The kiss was magical, both of you felt the sparks between the two of you. 

“God I missed doing that.” Tom mumbled as he pulled away to breathe. 

“Then do it again.” 

-

A couple months after that, Tom moved back in with you. The pictures of the two of you were dusted off and put back up on the walls in the first hallway of the house. 

-

Finally, after a year, Tom proposed to you (again). You hesitated a little bit, still scared it would end in heartbreak again, which broke Tom’s heart, but said you yes in the end. 

The two of you renewed your vows, putting on the golden bands that were once again a symbol of the love the two of you shared. 

You had a small party back at your house after the ceremony, your families joining to celebrate. You found Tom alone in the kitchen, grabbing a beer for him and Harry. 

“Hey.” You greeted, fiddling with your fingers as tears of happiness filled your eyes. 

“Hey, what’s wrong, my love?” Tom asked, concerned as soon he saw the tears filling your eyes. 

“Nothing, nothing. I, um,” You started, wiping your tears away and wrapping your arms around Tom’s neck. “I’m really glad we made it back to this.” 

“Me too, lovey. I love you so much.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Hey, Tommy?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You kept your promise.” You smiled softly, making Tom’s heart ache at the memory of you not being able to trust him. 

“I told you I would.”

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[noir-porker-parker-holland]

Master at Silent Crying

Helloooooooo there again! I'm back at it again booo. I wrote this based on smth that happened to me so be nice pls.

Best friend! Tom Holland x reader

You don't know exactly what happened this week but it was out of the ordinary. Seemed as though the universe was plotting against you, time and time again. First it was the fact that your professor moved the date of your final up which left you only three days to study, then your best friend stabbed you in the back by doing everything in her power to break your walls, makes you vulnerable and inevitably crack, and the guy you had a small crush on had a girlfriend, which you didn't know about. 

Your response to every one of these things was "aight bet". On the outside to your friends, you were the happy go lucky child. But on the inside you felt overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by school, friends, and everything in general. You just wanted the work to stop to catch your breath. Even then it wouldn't anything huh. That's how the universe works, feels like everyone and everything is plotting against you to fuck you over. You wanted to sleep, to catch up. To relax. To take a breathe and stop trying to hold back the tears. 

So that's why on a Thursday night you were here laying on your bed, ranting to your best friend asking for his advice. 

Tom 🥰: hey 

You: hi. I have a question and I need your advice. 

Tom 🥰: shoot

You: should I drop out of school??

Tom 🥰: ur not serious are you?? Bc that's not something to kid around about.

You: legitimately asking. I mean my professors are never actually able to help when we need. Constantly screw us over with work and stuff so should I?? I mean I'd end up saving money. 

Tom 🥰: babe I've known you since forever this is your dream school, don't drop out. You've always told haz and me what you wanted to do when you were older. So here you are on your path to that, don't get discouraged.

You: but I mean it causes problems w/ my fam, my friends, and stresses me out.

Tom 🥰: being stressed out about school is inevitable. You just gotta power through it and tell someone ya know.

You: it's hard when you feel like no one's listening. 

What the hell is she talking about? Tom thought.

Tom 🥰: are you talking abt me and haz, bc u know perfectly well we'd help you through whatever bc we love you.

You: its not just you and haz. It's everybody. My family and other friends. Everybody. 

Tom 🥰: baby what's the real problem here, j feel like I'm missing something

You: nothing im just stressed. 

Tom 🥰: can u tell me Abt what?

You: I feel like the universe is plotting against me. I mean all week I guess. My finals are getting pushed closer by my professors, my friends from high school all turned fake asf, and the guy I like currently won't notice me. I know it doesn't sound v bad but it's getting to me. Not to mention the problems w/ my family recently. I feel like I'm going to explode. 

Tom 🥰: hun you are one of the smartest ppl I know, ur gonna ace those finals. 

You've got me and haz + the twins. you can never truly be alone bc we won't let you be babe.

If that asshole won't notice you, then he isn't worth your time dollface. You know that already there's no need for me to reinforce an old topic. YOU'RE NOT ALONE. YOU NEVER ARE GOING TO BE. YOUVE GOT 5 PPL THAT LOVE U, INCLUDING TESSA. 

Tom 🥰: I need to go shower, I'll be back. 

You read that text and immediately started to bawl your eyes out. You threw your phone on the bed and just laid there crying. It got to the point where you need to wipe your nose with a napkin so you went to the bathroom to get one and that's when you saw what your stress and overwhelmed feelings were doing to you. 

You saw a red eyed woman, crying over topics that were too sensitive in her mind. You tried your hardest to not sob so you just cried silently in the comfort of your bathroom. 

Twenty minutes had passed when you calmed down a bit more. You walked to your room and grabbed your phone and took a picture of yourself with tear streaks and watery eyes with a caption saying "I think I'm a master of silent crying" and sent it to Tom. He opened it immediately and replied immediately. 

Tom 🥰: Y/N !

BBY UR GONNA BE OK!

You: hmmm 

I don't know why I'm crying thooooo

I just ammmmm 

Tom 🥰: we'll get through this ! Just pLease don't cry ! 

You: I don't think imma go to class tmrw, I'll just study

Tom 🥰: good! Stay strong! Night 😘😘! 

And that was it. 

It was about eleven when you decided to clock in for the night and sleep but there was a knock at the door so you went to get the door. There stools Tom with a hoodie in his arm. "Hi babe," he said quietly considering how late it was. You burst into tears just then, you ran into his arms and cried softly into the crook of his neck. His arms found his way around your waist and squeezed almost to show you he was gonna be there for anything and everything. You released him, and he finally got to see you in all your glory then. He wiped the year tracks off your face and kissed your cheek. "I'm sorry." You told him. He looked at you like you were crazy. "Why the hell would you ever say that? Never say that to me when you haven't done an absolute thing! Please, it hurts my heart." He hugged you once again. He took off his shoes before he lifted you up and took you to your room. 

You were quiet before he asked what was on your mind, "you called yourself an asshole in the chat." You smiled slightly but it still showed signs of heartache and pain. He went quiet before he said, "an asshole because I never had the balls to tell you." You smiled before you pulled him under the covers. 

That night you felt better than you had all week. You didn't feel that the universe was against you. You felt ok for the first time. In the arms of your (new) lover, safe and sound. 

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[azwriting]

The First Sleepover (The Writer and The Photographer, Harry Holland x Reader) - Chapter Six

Hi everyone, here’s chapter six! I hope you enjoy! If you haven’t watched the Phantom of the Opera, I recommend. it’s on Netflix in the U.S. so I apologize if it’s not in the UK and we can ignore my error. Also the girlfriend I reference for Tom, is not based off of any of the rumor girls he’s dating, just merely a subplot for the story. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! 

Summary: Tom returns home from filming and somehow Harry ends up in (Y/N)’s bed.

Warning(s): Sexual Tension, Sexual References (Not really), Phantom of the Opera spoilers(?)

Word Count: 1505

It was a good idea at the time, moving into the empty bedroom in Tom and Harrison’s flat. Harry had made the decision when they were both away filming and the flat was silent apart for himself and occasionally Tessa. But now Tom was back and Harry needed to get out of the flat before he lost his mind.

(Y/N) was propped up in bed, scrolling through the countless options on Netflix. She was not sure what to watch, even more unsure of how long she would be awake. Not with the thunderstorm outside lulling her into a state of tranquility. Settling on one of her all time favorites the young writer selected The Phantom of the Opera. (Y/N) had seen the musical multiple times in the U.S., but she always had a soft spot for the 2004 movie. It was after all her first exposure to the hauntingly beautiful music and not many five year old’s were attending broadway musicals. She clicked play and watched as the company logos played by, the eery candle lighting to display the title of the movie. As the title zoomed in to reveal the worn black and white postcard showcasing Paris in 1919, her phone let out a loud chime. (Y/N) raked her hands through her purple comforter searching for her phone, finding it by her thigh. She tore her eyes from the screen to see what notification was, a text message from someone who made her heart swell.

(Y/N)’s eyebrows furrowed as she texted back, “Yes?” Her phone buzzed immediately as Harry responded. “Can you get the front door?” Confused, (Y/N) paused her movie, jumped out of bed, and rushed down the poorly lit staircase, only almost tripping once. She unlocked the deadbolt and wrenched open the door to find a sight that made her giggle. Harry stood under the door roof, attempting to avoid the pouring rain, in a pair of grey sweatpants, a maroon hoodie, and his circular glasses perched on top of his reddened cheeks. (Y/N) could not judge, wouldn’t think of it either, as she was in her matching Star Wars pajamas and her thick square glasses. 

“Harry what’s wrong?” It was not that she minded his company, not at all, but it was midnight. 

“Um…” Harry scratched the back of his head awkwardly, trying to find the words to say. “Tom just got back from filming this afternoon and his girlfriend is over and…” Harry trailed off, his cheeks turning even redder. (Y/N) looked at him confused for a moment before a light bulb seemed to go off.

 Her eyes widened in realization at what he was inferring to, “OH! W-Well you can stay here for the night, come in!” She quickly ushered him inside and out of the rain. Harry let out a sigh of relief as he stepped inside the dry establishment, quickly kicking off his squeaky shoes. 

“Thank you, I couldn’t stay there a minute longer!” (Y/N) let out a quiet laugh as the twins were most likely asleep upstairs. 

“It’s no problem, really.” The Ginger began to move down the hall towards the living room, but (Y/N) quickly plucked the hood of his sweatshirt, halting him in his movements. “Where are you going?” H

arry turned in her grasp to look at her puzzled, “The couch?” (Y/N) giggled as she shook her head, was he insane? 

“No way, come on!” She nodded her head towards the stairs before she quickly bounced back up the stairs. Harry stood frozen for a minute, watching her zoom back up the stairs. Was she suggesting what he thought she was? “Harry!” Her voice shouted quietly down the stairs. He gulped nervously before following after.

Upstairs Harry entered the first door on his right finding (Y/N) already snuggled back into bed, patting the empty space beside her. He slowly closed her white door behind him and walked around the bed frame to the other side of the bed. (Y/N) watched as he awkwardly slid into bed next to her and pulled the comforter up to his shoulders. His head looking like nothing more than just a floating sea of curls. She snickered lightly as he continued to shift in her bed, trying to find a comfortable position. 

(Y/N) could feel his warm soaking through the comforter, warming her, as his hand accidentally grazed across hers beneath the covers. They both evaded each other’s eyes as their faces were painted a bright pink. This was the closest either of them had been to each other, ever. They were silent for a moment longer as they waited for the awkwardness to fade. Harry finally broke the silence, “What are you watching?” 

(Y/N) perked at that, “The Phantom of the Opera!” Harry nodded, a look of surprise on his look. 

“I’ve never seen it.” 

“WHAT?” (Y/N) slapped a hand over her mouth, her outburst hopefully not waking the twins. Harry only shrugged innocently, the tension between the two melting. She scoffed and grabbed her remote, “Well buckle up babe, you’re in for a treat!”

Throughout the movie, (Y/N) commented on certain elements of the movie and music, describing to Harry the use of imagery and symbolism hidden in the two hour and twenty minute movie.

“You see when Raoul asks if she’s fonder of ‘dolls, or goblins, or shoes’ it’s actually a reference to the decision Christine ultimately has to make between the dashing Raoul, the disfigured Phantom, or her singing career.”

“You’ll see that throughout most of the film, they keep the Phantom and Christine in opposite colors. Like Christine in white and the Phantom in black, or her in pink and him in red. The Musical doesn’t do this really so I always liked this little touch in the movie. They’re literally yin and yang.”

“Now when Christine chooses Raoul, I find that it’s her picking her childhood innocence and security, where as the Phantom was this darker, lustier love that was all consuming and not particularly right either. He is crazy so I see why she doesn’t pick him but…. What do you think?”

“I could literally write a thesis paper on all the symbolism in this movie!”

Harry was impressed, listening to all the little notes and comments that came out of (Y/N)’s mouth. He was intrigued by her interpretation of the movie and lyrics. He was also concerned with how many times she had watched the film and musical… not to mention how many times she listened to the album. He watched her more than the movie, watched as she mouthed along to the lyrics, twiddled around with her fingers as if she was playing an invisible instrument. He watched as her eyes watered observing the Phantom’s heartbreak on the rooftop as he watched Christine happy with her childhood sweetheart, the images reflecting onto her thick glasses. 

“I don’t know how I lived without you for so long.” The words that slipped from his mouth were no louder than a whisper, but (Y/N) heard them nonetheless. She turned and tilted her head up to look at him, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks. Their faces were close, their warm breath mixing in the small space in between them. 

“I’m not sure how I did either…” Harry’s eyes flickered down to her soft inviting lips as (Y/N)’s eyes did the same. Oh how the scales were tipping. Harry leaned in hovering just above her lips. Tipping, tipping, tipping…

“You will curse the day you did not do all that the Phantom asked of you!” Gerald Butler’s voice bellowed out loudly causing both of them to jump back startled, slipping out of the intoxicating presence of one another. The two eyed each other warily, unsure what to do. The amount of blood rushing to their faces in one day had to be concerning. 

“So um… w-who’s t-this old man again?” Harry pointed to the screen trying to distract from the fact that they almost kissed. His heart was showing no sign of slowing down though…

The next hour of the movie seemed to fly by, Harry and (Y/N)’s eyes growing heavy as they continued to shift lower and lower into the mass of pillows. Her head now rested on top of Harry’s chest as they struggled to keep their eyes open during the finale. “It’s just so sad,” (Y/N) yawned, “He loved her so much and now he’s all alone.” Harry only nodded, eyes closed, fingers twirling a small piece of (Y/N)’s hair. He wasn’t sure if it was the sleep depravity, the fact they almost kissed, her intoxicating presence, or just all his pent up emotions that made him finally speak his mind. 

“Go out with me?” (Y/N) hummed softly, sleep overcoming them both as the credits began to roll. “Hmmm, of course.”

As the morning sun began to stream into the bedroom the next morning, (Y/N) and Harry woke up in each other’s embrace, goofy excited smiles on both their faces. All thanks to Tom and his girlfriend’s extracurricular activities…

Taglist:

@aloneinherroom​

@ineedabifriend​

@with-my-soul-and-heart​

#Harry Holland #harry holland x reader #harry holland imagine #harry holland x you #Harry holland x y/n

[dontmindthefangirling]

Broken Nose {t.h.}

part 4

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Summary:  You’ve just gotten a new job as an on-set medic for Spider-Man: Far From Home to be on stand by for any injuries that may occur during stunts. When the star of the movie, Tom Holland, breaks his nose from a particularly bad fall, you fix his broken nose but can he fix your broken heart?

Warnings: mentions of blood, death, a bad accident; swearing

Tom Holland x Female!Reader

part 3 | series masterlist

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The windshield wipers on the ambulance were wiping back and forth vigorously as you and James made your way to the studio. You could barely see three feet in front of you, and you had no idea how James was driving in this terrible weather. The traffic was stopped bumper to bumper, and you thought New York traffic was bad enough as it was, but add in flash flooding and torrential downpour and you’ve got a whole new type of traffic. 

“We’re going to be late,” James groaned as he leaned his head back against his seat. The rain was coming down so fast that the windshield wipers didn’t even have a chance to wipe it away. 

“I’m sure they’ll understand,” you reasoned, looking at James. He had one hand on the steering wheel and another in his blonde locks. 

“C’mon!” James shouted, honking the horn. “Use the gas pedal, idiots!”

You let out a sigh as you looked out your window as you inched along. James had suggested earlier that you put your lights on and then people would have to move out of the way for you, but you quickly reminded him how unethical that was. 

“We could at least put the radio on,” you suggested. 

“Go for it,” James sighed. 

You shuffled through a few stations, settling for one of the morning talk shows. Of course, all they were talking about was the terrible weather. You leaned back in your seat and pulled out your phone, about to send a text to Mike letting him know that you and James were about ten minutes away from the studio, but if this traffic continued it may take you another half hour. 

But before you could hit send, you heard it.

Crash!

You jerked your head up, and met James’s eyes, as you both had an equal understanding as to what had happened. Every single car around you came to a halt. And then came the screams for help. 

James quickly flicked on the lights and sirens, but the traffic was so bad that even if the cars wanted to move out of the way for you to get through, they couldn’t. There was just nowhere to go. 

You quickly unbuckled your seat and started to walk towards the back. 

“(Y/N)!” James called. “Don’t go out there!”

You blocked him out as you began gathering one of the go-bags that was perched on the metallic bench in the back, grabbing an extra oxygen mask and one of the raincoats that was conveniently stored on one of the shelves. You heard James groan from his seat as he put the ambulance in park, keeping the lights and sirens on, and shuffling back towards you.

“There are cars everywhere,” James said to you. “You could get hit-”

“Someone already did get hit,” you said back, slipping the raincoat on. 

“(Y/N)-”

You opened the door and jumped out the back into the pouring rain. 

-

Tom would be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed when he saw that the medical tent and table were empty as he walked into the set. His eyes lingered on the spot that you usually sat, but he sipped his coffee and kept walking. 

The traffic was terrible, and he was thankful that security got him through as quick as they did. He had never seen rain like this before, and he almost got soaked just from the millisecond he was outside from the car to the building. 

“Hey, man,” Tom greeted Jacob as he entered hair and makeup to be dried off and remodeled to look like a more energized Peter Parker. 

“Hey! Glad to see you made it,” Jacob said, looking up from his phone. 

“Yeah, this rain is bad,” Tom pointed out. 

The two boys sat in silence for a minute, while Jacob played some game on his phone that Tom didn’t recognize until Tom cleared his throat. 

“Do you, uh, do you think that’s why the medics are late?” Tom asked, bouncing his knee up and down quickly. Jacob looked up from his game, now completely interested in his friend, and a smirk pulled its way onto his lips. 

“Why? Missing (Y/N)?”

Tom’s cheeks instantly flushed a bright shade of pink as his whipped his head around to look at Jacob. 

“W-What? Why would you say something like that?” Tom asked, laughing it off as he tried to ignore the way his heart began to beat rapidly. 

Jacob chuckled. “I heard about your little Tessa date.”

“It wasn’t a date.”

“You brought her back to your trailer-”

“To play with Tessa!”

Jacob raised his eyebrows at Tom, still smirking at his friend. 

“Yeah, okay, dude. Whatever you say,” he sang. 

“She loves dogs,” Tom stated, nonchalantly. “Probably more than I do.”

“So you’re saying you’re perfect for each other?” Jacob laughed. 

“You’re asking to get smacked.”

Suddenly, Zendaya walked into the room, frowning at something on her phone, so engrossed in it that she almost walked into the makeup chair. 

“Z? What is it?” Tom asked, furrowing his eyebrows as Zendaya finally sat down on the couch next to the other two boys, still staring at her phone, swiping frantically. 

“Did you hear about the pile up on 11th avenue?” she asked, turning her phone and showing Jacob and Tom. Both boys leaned forward, looking at the live news feed that was playing through Zendaya’s phone. There wasn’t much to see, considering the news copters couldn’t fly due to the storm, but from the live footage on the ground, they could subtly make out the four cars that had unfortunately met in the middle of an intersection. 

“Oh my god,” Jacob breathed. 

Tom had to look away. He was used to the action in all of his movies, but in real life? That was a different story. These were real people. 

“Wait! Look!” Jacob exclaimed. 

“What?” Zendaya asked. 

Jacob took Zendaya’s phone and backed up the feed, before pressing play. Tom narrowed his eyes when he saw two people with NYEMS jackets run by the camera. 

Tom felt like his heart had suddenly dropped to the pit of his stomach. 

“That’s (Y/N) and James.”

-

The raincoat was useless because after two minutes outside you were already soaked to the bone. James was hot at your heels as you quickly made your way to the scene of the crash. He was not happy about going into this situation blindly, and you knew that protocol required that you were to wait until the scene was safe. But how could you just sit there while people died in front of you and you had the power to help them? 

“(Y/N), we should really wait for the police to show up and secure the scene!” James yelled over the roar of the rain. 

“No time!” you shouted back. “The traffic is so bad, they’ll never get here in time!”

You weaved your way through the cars that were now completely stopped. You saw a news camera out of the corner of your eye as you rushed towards the cars that you could now see, albeit not well with the rain flying in your face. As you got closer you could hear crying and screaming for help. A few bystanders had gotten out of their cars to see what had happened.

You stopped in front of the pileup, feeling a daunting dread as you saw the four cars. There were four cars and only two medics. Normally in this situation, you’d likely have quadruple the amount of medics, one team per car. 

But you’d have to improvise. 

You ran to the first car, dropping your bag at the side as you knocked on the window of the driver’s side. A young woman, she looked to be in her thirties, sat at the wheel, looking completely terrified. She seemed okay, conscious, besides the small cut on her forehead. She turned slowly when you knocked and rolled down the window. 

“Ma’am, are you alright?” you asked loudly over the rain. 

“My-my son,” she gasped. You looked in the back of the car to see a small boy, probably no older than five and you were relieved to see he was alert and oriented. 

“He’s right behind you, ma’am,” you said. “He’s okay.”

The woman began to turn her head, but you quickly stopped her. “No, no. I need you to look ahead and stay absolutely still alright? You could have a neck injury.”

“Momma?” the boy asked softly. The woman began to cry at the sound of her son’s voice. 

“Dylan! Are you alright?” the woman asked without turning her neck, like you advised. You quickly rummaged through your triage equipment, pulling out a green tag for both the mother and her son. Green meant good, and from their consciousness and alertness, you were confident they were going to be okay. 

“Yes, but I’m scared,” the little boy cried. 

“Don’t worry, honey,” the woman replied. “Everything will be alright.”

“Okay, I need you both to listen to me,” you said sternly, gaining both the mother and her son’s attention. “My name is (Y/N), I’m a paramedic. More help is on the way, but right now I need to check on other cars, so please stay where you are and keep breathing.”

You waited until they nodded confirming they understood, before you rushed to the next car. 

James was on the other side of the wreck, checking on the other two cars. 

You approached the next car, and your stomach flipped. You’d been on this job long enough to see a lot of things, but as you approached this car, you knew it wouldn’t end well. The driver was unconscious, his head against the steering wheel which was coated in blood. The passenger was conscious and crying. She was clutching her side, and you could see the blood seeping through her clothes already. 

You looked toward the street, hoping that help would arrive soon, and then you ran to the passenger door. After knocking on the window, you gestured to the lock on the door, and the woman unlocked it while grimacing. 

You pulled the door open and knelt at her side. 

“Ma’am, can you tell me your name?” you asked as you pulled out the gauze from your bag. 

“M-Margaret,” the woman said through gritted teeth. “Oh god, is it bad? Is Charlie okay?” 

You glanced over at the man at the wheel and failed to see his chest rising or falling. 

“I’m going to raise your shirt okay? I need to see the bleeding,” you said. Margaret nodded slowly and hissed when your fingers brushed against the bloody wound. A deep gash caused by the broken glass of the windshield had swiped her entire lower abdomen. You quickly grabbed the gauze.

“This is going to sting, but I’m going to apply pressure,” you advised. Margaret braced herself and let out an ear-piercing scream as you pressed down on the wound. As you did so, you glanced nervously at the still unconscious driver. 

“James!” you yelled, hoping he’d hear. “I’m going to need some help over here!”

“Yeah, I need help too!” James shouted back. 

“Dammit,” you mumbled under your breath. The bleeding wouldn’t stop, and you were putting a lot of pressure on it. She needed a hospital.

“Charlie,” Margaret whispered, her voice faint as she began to lean back in her seat. 

“Hey! Hey! Margaret, I need you to stay with me!” you shouted, using your other hand to hold her cheek. Margaret’s gaze was glassy and her eyelids looked heavy. 

“Is...is Charlie? Where-”

“Tell me about Charlie,” you said sternly, still applying pressure. You had to change out the gauze three times already because the blood just kept coming. 

“He’s...”

Margaret’s eyes fluttered closed, and your heart began to hammer. 

“Margaret! Hey! Look at me! Tell me about Charlie!” you shouted. She was mumbling, but it was incoherent, and you looked around frantically for any type of help. 

“(Y/N)!” someone shouted. You turned to see two teams of medics running towards the scene and you felt like crying with relief. You recognized them from your station and you wanted to hug each and every one of them. 

“What’s the situation?” the one who called your name, Brett, asked as he rushed to your side. 

“That car is all green. Conscious and coherent,” you said quickly, pointing to the mother and son. “I haven’t been able to get to the driver of this car yet, he’s unconscious and not breathing, need to realign his airway. She’s bleeding out, I can’t contain it.”

One team ran to the mother and son while Brett went to driver side of the car you were on. The others rushed to help James. 

“I’m going to need the jaws of life over here!” you heard James yell. 

“I’ve got a pulse!” Brett shouted after feeling Charlie’s neck. 

“Charlie?” Margaret mumbled. 

“She needs to be transported, immediately!” you yelled to Brett. 

“He does, too!” Brett responded. “We need more hands.”

You heard sirens in the distance and prayed that they’d get there sooner. You continued to wrap Margaret’s wound, but the blood just kept fucking coming. 

“Shit,” you grumbled as the blood coated your gloved hands. But you kept changing the gauze. 

The loud whirring of the mechanical jaws of life caught your attention and you looked over to see NYFD (New York Fire Department) taking apart one of the cars near James. 

“We’ve got a gurney,” a medic said, approaching you from behind. You almost cried tears of joy again.

“Perfect,” you said, moving to the side to help him move Margaret from the car to the gurney. 

“Margaret, they’re going to take you to the hospital now,” you said, leaning over Margaret, still holding the blood gauze to her abdomen. Margaret’s eyes were half-lidded and her lips were turning blue and her skin was an ashen color. You knew it didn’t look good, but you let go of her abdomen when she was lifted into the ambulance. You noticed that another team had gotten Charlie out of the car and he was also being transported. 

You watched for a moment as their ambulances raced away to the nearest hospital until James’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. You were covered in Margaret’s blood, but there was no time to change. You could only change your gloves before rushing over to the scene. 

The police had arrived by now and had blocked off the area of the accident. The firefighters had been able to take apart one of the cars, and when you saw the scene inside, you wished you had stayed where you were. One of the passengers was clearly deceased. His eyes were wide open as he laid across one of the seats, and blood covered his entire side of his body. The man next to him was in clear shock, unable to move, and glass was impaled in his arms. The driver’s leg was stuck under the dashboard, hence the need for the jaws of life, and the person in the front seat was unconscious with obvious apparent fractures to her legs. 

“We need to get him out of there as soon as the pressure is off his legs!” James shouted, standing next to the driver as the firefighters lifted the car. 

“I’m here,” you said, your voice sounding weaker than you wanted it to as you stood next to James. He nodded, meeting your eyes as the rain pelted your bodies, causing your hair to stick to your foreheads. You, James, Brett, and another medic stood beside the car with a gurney ready, and as soon as the pressure was off his legs, the driver began to scream as all of the blood and pain rushed back to his nerves. You quickly scooped him out of the car and Brett and the other medic ran him to their ambulance. 

“We have to get him out of there,” you said to James, gesturing to the deceased patient. The passengers were obviously in distress at the sight of their dead friend, and it was only going to make their pain worse. 

“The police are on it,” James said back to you as a pair of cops came over. You turned away when you saw the infamous white sheet. 

“These two need to be transported, ASAP!” James shouted to the personnel nearby. “She has two compound fractures! One is her femur and he possibly has a spinal injury!”

A cervical collar was placed on the passenger in the back who was crying now as the cops placed the white sheet over his friend and he was gently lifted out of the car. The girl had gone unconscious most likely due to the pain but she was still breathing and that was all that mattered in a time like this. 

And as quickly as it began, all of the patients were accounted for with the exception of two casualties. You hadn’t seen the second casualty, James kept you away from it as it must have been pretty gruesome and the body was already covered. 

Regardless, out of eleven sudden patients, you, James, and the NYEMS team managed to save nine of them. 

James looked at you as the police department diverted traffic away from the scene. 

“Do you still want to go to work?” he asked gently. 

You were still covered in blood, and the adrenaline was starting to come down, leaving you feeling shaky and uneasy. You’ve dealt with situations like these before, but it never gets easier. 

You looked at James and nodded softly. 

You’d rather go to the studio and get your mind off of what had just happened than go home and dwell about it. 

-

Tom was in his trailer, slightly pacing as you and James hadn’t shown up to the studio all day, and the last he saw and heard from you was on TV as you ran towards a dangerous car pile up. He wished he wasn’t worrying as much as he was, but the weather was bad, and his mind wanted to wander. 

Tessa sat on the couch, watching as Tom nervously ran a hand through his hair multiple times, hoping to hear from you at some-

There was a knock at his door. 

He walked over, and swung it open, his heart almost flipping when he saw you standing before him. Your hair was soaked, matted down against your forehead, and you looked like you were about to break down. You were wearing a large sweatshirt that looked far too big to be yours, and a pair of sweatpants. 

“(Y/N),” Tom breathed. “Are you alright? What-”

“I could really use a Tessa hug right about now,” you said, your voice cracking mid-sentence. 

“Of course,” Tom said, stepping to the side, letting you in. Tom was silent as he watched you walk over to Tessa, who immediately sat up excitedly, her tail wagging excessively. Tom shut the door as he watched you scoop Tessa into your arms. He wanted to so badly hug you himself, but he kept his distance. 

That was, until your body began to shake from sobs. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Tom said gently, kneeling next to you. You were hugging Tessa tightly to your chest, burying your face in her fur as tears ran down your cheeks. 

“I’m sorry,” you cried out. 

“Hey, shh,” Tom cooed. “Don’t be sorry.”

You looked up from Tessa, and your expression broke Tom. Your eyes were brimmed with red, and your nose was bright from constant sniffling. 

“Two people died,” you whispered. Tom’s stomach dropped. He had no idea what you saw in the field and he felt selfish for not wanting to know, but all he knew was that you looked so defeated that he wanted to make it better, just like you made him better. 

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” Tom said softly. You whimpered and looked back down at Tessa, patting her head as if holding that small dog would make all of your sadness go away. But it wasn’t working. Margaret was still bleeding out the last time you saw her, and Charlie was still unconscious. You had no idea if they would make it, even though they made it to the hospital. 

“There was just so many of them, and-and-”

“It’s alright,” Tom comforted. “You can’t save them all, (Y/N).”

You looked at him, your lip trembling. “I wish I could.”

Tom nodded and looked down. “I know.”

More tears silently made their way down your cheeks and you hiccuped, jerking your body slightly. You felt like another sob was threatening to bubble its way up to your chest. 

“C’mere,” Tom whispered, opening his arms. You looked at him, hesitating for a moment, before giving in because every bone in your body ached and every time you closed your eyes you saw that patient’s lifeless eyes. You wanted to just be able to think about something else for a moment, and you didn’t want to think about the crying and screaming that came from those cars. 

You laid down your head on Tom’s lap, and you realized you were both crossing boundaries that you didn’t know if you could come back from, but you really needed some sort of comfort right now, and Tom just smelled like home, and it made you hurt a little bit less. 

Tessa curled up next to you, as you rested your head in Tom’s lap, and he kept one of his hands in your hair and the other on your shoulder. You kept one arm draped over Tessa’s body, pulling the staffy closer to you. 

Tom hoped you couldn’t hear the way his heart was doing a full gymnastics routine and he also knew that boundaries had suddenly been crossed, but when you closed your eyes and your breathing became more even and less staggered from your crying, Tom felt better. He had helped.

“Thank you,” you whispered. 

“Anytime, love.”

-

part 5

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Shadowhunters Short Story #57 Teenage Mina Carstairs accidentally time travels.

It is a blazing hot summer’s day in June of 2030 and 17 year old Mina Carstairs has just finished a magic lesson with her mother. Mina’s powers have yet to fully come into fruition, she has accidentally used her powers once or twice, but it’s not precisely clear just what powers she has. When she was a toddler, Mina had once used her powers to replace her healthy dinner with a plate of chocolate coated pancakes, at 3 she had accidentally used her powers on the family cat Church, and turned his fur bright yellow, her favorite color. Since her older siblings’ powers came to light when they were around Mina’s age, her mother and her Aunt Cat, Uncle Magnus and Uncle Ragnor, had started teaching Mina about her magic and her powers when she turned 12. Her brother James’ powers came to light at 13, her brother Kit was 15 when he discovered his powers, and her sister Lucie was 16 when she discovered hers. Mina’s younger siblings, twins Jade and Charlotte, and her baby brother Will, have shown no signs of any of their powers yet, so for now Tessa is focusing on teaching Mina. 

Usually after her lessons Mina feels very tired and needs to rest for an hour or two. Right now she is lying on her back on her bed, trying to practice a simple spell her mother had just gone over with her, but she’s finding it very difficult and is growing quiet frustrated, she wishes she could be as natural at as her Uncle Magnus, who uses his magic for anything and everything.

Mina looks over to her bedside table, where there are a few framed pictures of her family, as well as some books and other things. The picture closest to her is a picture of her sister Lucie, smiling and clutching a book to her chest. Tessa had used her powers to colorize the photos some time ago, so it looks like the picture was taken only a few days ago, not centuries ago. 

“I wish you were here Lucie.” Mina quietly says, reaching out to touch the picture with one hand. “I wish you could sit with me and talk about my powers and how I can’t seem to use them properly, I wish you could give me advice. I hate that I’m never going to meet you or Jamie, or any of our Aunts, Uncles and Cousins.” Tears well up in Mina’s eyes as she thinks about all the family she has and will never get to meet. She wants nothing more than to know her other siblings and to meet her Aunts, Uncles and Cousins she’s heard so much about.

As the sadness, anger and frustration builds and builds inside Mina and threatens to bubble over, a sudden burst of light shoots through the room and Mina feels the bed fall out from under her. 

The next thing she knows, she’s sprawled on the hard wooden floor of an unfamiliar sitting room. The curtains are open, but Mina doesn’t recognize anything outside the windows. There is a great big fireplace at the far end of the room. She notices there are no Tvs, no laptops, no technology at all, and there is a mural of Raziel raising from Lake Lyn with The Mortal Instruments, on the far wall. She must be in an Institute somewhere. 

Mina groans and rolls from her stomach onto her side, hissing at the pain in her side. 

“Shit.” Mina quietly says, when she sees she has landed on her phone, and cut her arm pretty badly. 

“Who are you?!” Mina suddenly hears an unfamiliar voice with an English accent ask. Her heart almost stops when she turns around and sees a tall girl with short chestnut brown hair standing a few feet away from her, dressed in a yellow Victorian era dress.

“Lucie.” Mina breathes in shock and disbelief. 

“How do you know my name?!” Lucie asks in a sharp tone, eyeing the poker by the fireplace, in case she needs a weapon. 

“I-I, it’s a long story.” Mina weakly says. “I’ll tell it to you, but can you help me first? I think I cracked a rib when I landed.” Lucie’s eyes narrow but she takes a step forward. 

“Landed? Did you come through a portal?” She asks. 

“I-I’m not sure, I-I seem to have gone back in time.” Mina timidly says, knowing her sister isn’t going to believe her. 

“What’s your name?” Lucie asks, her tone growing gentle. 

“W-Wilhelmina, Wilhelmina  Yiqiang Ke Carstairs, but you can call me Mina.” Mina says in a breathless tone.

“Carstairs? Are you related to Cordy and Alistair?” Lucie asks in a suspicious tone. 

“Yes, my dad is their cousin, Jem Carstairs, and my mum is Tessa Herondale-Carstairs.” Mina quietly says. Lucie’s blue eyes widen and she shakes her head slightly. 

“That is impossible, Uncle Jem is a Silent Brother, he never had children before he became a Silent Brother, he and mama wanted to have children but he had to become a Silent Brother before they could even marry.” 

“I know, I know your dad and my dad and our mum were all in love but my dad had to become a Silent Brother to save his life, so Uncle Will and mum got married and had you and Jamie.”  Lucie shakes her head again, in disbelief. 

“How do you know all this?! Who are you?!” She demands. 

“I’m your sister, I know it sounds impossible and crazy, but I can prove it. Mama always wears a jade pendant that dad gave her when they got engaged, right?” Mina says, Lucie nods wordlessly. Mina’s fingers go to her throat and she pulls on a chain and lifts out the exact pendant that her father gave her mother. Tessa had lent to Mina yesterday when she had a date with a girl she met in LA. Mina had forgotten to give IT back this morning, which she is now very thankful for. “My little sister is called Jade, because of this and the one Uncle Will gave to dad, my grandpa gave this to my grandma when they got engaged, then dad gave it to mum, you’re going to wear it on your wedding day, my brother Kit wore it when he got married, it’s a tradition now. I’m named after Uncle Will, my other sister is named after Aunty Charlotte and my little brother is named after Uncle Will too.” 

“I suppose that would explain why you’re dressed like that.” Lucie mumbles to herself. She has never seen anyone dressed like the girl in front of her, she’s practically in just her underwear, wearing what look like short white bloomers and a white top with pink writing that reads ‘Angry feminist’ with a design of flowers underneath it. 

“So you believe me?” Mina asks hopefully, letting the remark on her style go. 

“How else would you have gotten that pendant? I saw mama two minutes ago and she was wearing it so it’s not like you could have stolen it. But how did you get here?” Lucie curiously asks.

“I’ll explain if you help me up and patch me up.” Mina says, holding up her arm so Lucie can see the gash running from her wrist to her elbow. 

“I don’t suppose you can turn into a shadow like Jamie, can you?” Lucie hopefully asks, wondering how she is going to get Wilhelmina up to the infirmary without anyone noticing.

“No, why?” Mina asks, as Lucie hauls to her feet.

“It would have been easier to get you upstairs if you could but nevertheless we will work something out.” She says.

“Maybe you could summon my dad? He’s a really good healer and he’s really good at keeping secrets and not overreacting.” Mina says. 

“It is so strange to hear Uncle Jem referred to as ‘dad’, I do not think we can risk it however, papa is always coming up with silly excuses to summon The Silent Brothers in an attempt to see Uncle Jem, sometimes they’ll send Brother Enoch instead to make papa stop, if they do that this time and know who you are and where you’ve come from, they might not let you go.” Lucie says in a tone full of worry. It has just begun to sink in that this girl in front of her, is her baby sister. She can see the resemblance to Uncle Jem now, and mama, and even herself and Jamie. The thought of anything happening to her sister is too much for Lucie to bare, much as she wants to get to know her and have her around, she needs to get her sister back to her own time. 

“We could use the back passages, the servants passages.” Mina suggests, thinking of the training Kit gave her, on how to get around unnoticed. 

“I suppose that could work, we could at least try it.” Lucie admits. 

Ten minutes later both girls have successfully gotten upstairs unseen, though Lucie decided to take Mina to her room instead of the infirmary, where anyone could walk in at anytime. 

“How did you get here Wilhelmina?” Lucie asks, picking up her stele and indicating for Mina to lift her top so she can heal her ribs. 

“Call me Mina, and I’m not entirely sure, one minute I was practicing my magic, then I was thinking about you and next thing I knew I was here.” Mina explains with a shrug. 

“You were thinking about me?” Lucie softly asks. 

“Yeah, I really wanted to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you, my amazing big sister, you’re my idol.” Mina quietly says.

“I always wanted a baby sister.” Lucie quietly says, brushing Mina’s hair back. 

“Luc I_” They are interrupted by the door opening and Jamie walking in. Before he can fully register what’s going on though, Lucie flings a pillow at him. 

“Jamie! What did I say about coming into my room without knocking?!” Lucie asks in a stern tone, as her brother stumbles back when the pillow hits him.

“You said I can come in whenever I want and I don’t have to knock, you said me, Matt, Chris, Tom and Daisy can come in whenever we want.” James defends himself. Then, before Lucie can reply, James spots Mina and raises an eyebrow at his sister in confusion. “Do I want to know?” He asks, wondering why his sister has a very under dressed girl with a bloody arm in her room.

“Do you promise not to tell mama or papa or anyone else?” Lucie asks, remembering all the times her brother had snitched on her as a child. 

“That depends, if this young lady is a uh... ‘friend’ then I will not say anything.” James awkwardly says, not sure how to ask if the dark-haired girl is his someone his sister is courting. 

“I’m not Sebastian Morgenstern.” Mina jokes, earning her an odd look from her brother and sister. 

“Who?”Lucie asks. Mina waves her hand dismissively. 

“Never mind you won’t get it, he’s someone from my time, well a few years before I was born and he wasn’t a very nice person.” Mina explains. 

“Tell him who you are.” Lucie encourages Mina. 

“Um I’m Mina, Mina Carstairs, I’m your sister. I inherited some weird powers from our mum and I don’t know how to use them yet and today they ended up sending me back in time, look I can prove it.” Mina pulls the jade pendant out again and holds it up for her brother to see.

“But... but I-I just saw mama wearing that.” Jamie stammers in confusion. 

“Exactly, so I can’t have stolen it. Mum let me wear it on my date last night and I forgot to give it back to her this morning, before I could remember to I somehow got sent back in time.” Mina says. 

“Jamie, Uncle Jem is her father, can you not see how much she looks like Uncle Jem?”  Lucie asks,trying not to stare at her little sister, but unable to help how fascinated she is with how alike she looks to Uncle Jem. 

“But how is it possible? How did you travel back in time?” Jamie asks in a confused tone. Mina shrugs helplessly and says

“I wish I knew, I have no idea how I’m going to get home either.” 

“Luc we have to summon Uncle Jem, he’ll know what to do.” James says, shutting the door behind him and setting his book down on his sister’s nightstand. 

“No! They might send Brother Enoch and he won’t be as understanding and he might hurt Mina, we only have a few hours together and I am not going to let anything happen to her, this is the only chance I get to be her big sister and I’m going to use it to protect her with my life.” Lucie firmly says, taking Mina’s hand in hers and squeezing it lightly. Despite having only known her for a half an hour, Lucie already adores her sister beyond words and has a strong, fierce urge to protect her and make her happy.

“What can we do then?” James asks, sitting down next to his sisters. Lucie’s eyes light up and she exclaims 

“I know! We could ask papa’s Warlock friend, Magnus Bane, for help! Papa, mama and Uncle Henry have always said he’s extremely trustworthy and in the short time we’ve known him he’s been so good to us, he tried to send us gifts when we were little but The Morgensterns never passed them along, he’ll help us, I’m sure of it.” 

“Yes! That’s a brilliant idea! Magnus is my godfather, he’s been helping me with my magic too, he’s my favorite Uncle, he will helps us, he’s always helped me before, and I’m best friends with his kids.” Mina says in a bright tone.

“I thought Warlocks could not have children?” James asks, as Lucie gets up and starts rummaging in her wardrobe. 

“Except for mama. Uncle Magnus’ kids are adopted, in my time he’s married with 4 kids.” Mina says, turning to face her brother. 

“Is mama happy in your time?” James quietly asks, thinking of the few times he’s heard his mother talking to his father, about how she will cope when all her family passes on and she never even gets older.

“Very, she and dad just celebrated their 22nd Wedding Anniversary, they have 5 kids together, me, twins Lottie and Jade, my older brother Kit and my little brother Will.” Mina says. James smiles softly and quietly says 

“Good, I hate the idea of mama not being happy.”  Just then Lucie turns back around holding a light blue evening gown. 

“Will this fit you Mina?” She asks, holding the gown up for her sister to see. 

“I think so, I’m not wearing a corset though.” Mina says, taking the dress from Lucie and examining it. 

“Oh goodness no I wouldn’t let you, there’s no need for one, Jamie can give you a suit either if you prefer that to the dress, our cousin Anna prefers men’s clothes.” Lucie offers, wanting to make her sister as comfortable and happy as possible. 

“I would look amazing in a suit but I’d rather blend in while I’m here, the dress is fine.” Mina says. “Is there somewhere I can try it on?” Lucie points to a changing screen beside the wardrobe and says 

“Just go behind there, and hide your clothes, if Bridget comes in she might find them.” 

Once Mina has changed into the gown, Lucie finds shoes for her and tackles her hair. Mina’s style is unsurprisingly unusual for Edwardian times, it’s cut so that it just brushes her chin and is layered, thick and curly, making it difficult to get it into an up do, but Lucie manages to make a few braids so that is not just hanging around Mina’s face. 

Twenty minutes later, after sneaking out of The Institute, the three siblings are standing in front of Magnus Bane’s London Town House, waiting for him to answer the door. Lucie was the one to knock, and James is standing behind her, concealing Mina, just in case, his protective older brother instincts have already kicked in. 

When Magnus opens the door and sees Lucie and James standing there, he smiles broadly at them, and opens the door further for them. 

“Well if it isn’t little Lucie and Jamie Herondale, my favorite Shadowhunters, to what do I owe this pleasure?” He asks.

“We need your help.” Lucie states matter of factly. 

“Of course you do, come in then. Don’t tell me, you think you’ve been cursed by a demon and you want me to find that demon and have them take the curse off you?” Magnus asks, turning and walking back into the house, with the Herondale children behind him. 

“No, though if you are offering to summon a demon I won’t decline meeting my grandfather.” Lucie says in a light tone. 

“Lucie Ella!” James exclaims in a stern, bossy tone. 

“James William.” Lucie mocks her older brother, turning to stick her tongue out at him.

“Now now children no need to fight, what can I help you with?” Magnus asks. That’s when Mina steps out from behind James’ back, trying to hold herself back from throwing herself into her Uncles’ arms. 

“That would be me.” Mina says, smiling at him. 

“And who are you when you’re at home?” Magnus asks, looking at her with a mix of confusion and interest. 

“Wilhelmina.” 

“Wilhelmina who?” Magnus raises an eyebrow at her. 

“Carstairs. It’s a long story Uncle Magnus, essentially I’m Jem Carstairs and Tessa Gray’s daughter, I was born in 2013, my dad was cured from his Yin Fen Addiction and from being a Silent Brother five years before I was born, when he attempted to heal Uncle Will’s descendant who was infused with Heavenly Fire, The Heavenly Fire burned my dad, curing his Yin Fen addiction and making him human again. I have powers I’m not fully able to control yet and somehow today, they sent me back in time from 2030 and I have no idea how and I have no idea how to get home.” Mina rattles off her story for what feels like the millionth time. 

“I see, now that you mention it I do see your resemblance to Tessa, you have her chin.” Magnus says, looking the girl in front of him up and down. 

“Can you help us?” Lucie hopefully asks. 

“Of course I can, it might take a while to figure out exactly how to help you but not too long.” Magnus replies confidently.

While Magnus pours through books to find a way to help Mina, the three siblings sit on a sofa in front of the fireplace, quietly talking among themselves. 

“I can’t believe I finally get to meet you, mum and dad have told me stories about you my whole life, we have pictures of you and all our Aunts and Uncles and cousins all over the house, all my life I’ve wanted to meet you.” Mina quietly says, holding tightly onto Lucie and James’ hands. Mina adores Kit, he is a wonderful older brother and has always been there for her, he’s one of her best friends and she can’t imagine her life without him, but she also has always wished she could have Jamie and Lucie around too, she always wanted a big sister, even though Kit does everything a sister does too, he’s often braided Mina’s hair, helped her with her makeup, took her shopping for new clothes, helped her get ready for her first date and he helped her last year when she came out as pansexual. She also gets a lot of help from her cousin Emma (who is more like an Aunt to her) Ty’s sisters Dru and Helen, as well as Emma’s best friend Cristina Rosales-Blackthorn. Even though she has all the love and support she could hope for, she can’t help but wish for her big sister and her other big brother.

“I cannot believe it either, like I said I always wanted a little sister, Aunt Charlotte just had a little girl a few weeks ago and she is the most darling little thing, I use to pester mama and papa for a sister when I was little, and now I know I have you.” Lucie softly says, squeezing her sister’s hand. She wishes more than anything that Mina could stay and they could get to know each other, Lucie so wants to help her get ready for dances and balls and train with her and go out on missions with her. 

“I wanted another sibling too, I heard mama and papa talking about it after Aunt Cecily had Alexander, maybe they will have another baby.” James says in a hopeful tone. He loves helping out with his new little cousin and baby Alexander, it would be nice to have a baby at home too, he was only 1 when Lucie was born so he doesn’t remember what it was like.

“Are you really named after papa?” Lucie suddenly asks. Mina smiles and nods. 

“And a character from one of mum’s favorite books, if I had been a boy I would have been William, like my brother.” 

“I was named after a book character too, and Jamie was named after Uncle Jem, as you know. Mama says if he had been a girl he would have been called Jemma so he would still have been named after Uncle Jem, and if I had been a boy I was going to be named Nathaniel, after mama’s brother.” Lucie says. She often goes to her parents for inspiration for character names, they’ve both read so many books and named two children, they’re practically experts on names. Lucie had been thrilled when Aunt Charlotte and Uncle Henry had asked her for help on a middle name for their new baby, Matilda. She had given them many suggestions and in the end they settled on Matilda Louise Fairchild, and asked Lucie to be her godmother. 

“Lucie is going to be a famous author someday, she is an amazing writer.” James says in a proud tone, squeezing Lucie’s hand encouragingly. 

“I know, I’ve read your books Lucie, they’re amazing, I wish I had them with me so you could sign them for me.” Lucie’s eyes widen when she hears that she’s actually written and published multiple books, and they are still being read hundreds of years in the future. 

“Really? Are they very famous?” She asks in a hopeful tone. 

“I would say so, especially your children’s books, the ones you wrote and Matthew Fairchild drew the pictures for? My siblings and I loved them when we were younger, I still have copies on my bookshelf, if I have kids when I’m older I want to pass them onto them.” Mina says in a hopeful tone. The idea of sitting with her child and reading her sister’s books to them, just as her parents had sat and read them to her, seems so lovely to Mina and is something she very much looks forward to. 

Just then Magnus strides back into the room holding a large black book open in his hands. 

“Alright I think I have figured out a solution to your problem Mia.” He announces. Mina rolls her eyes, knowing that her Uncle has a reputation for (deliberately) forgetting peoples names, he’s never forgotten hers, though he has come up with some odd nicknames for her.

“It’s Mina.” She reminds him, as he indicates for her to stand next to him. 

“Same thing. Give me your hand a minute.” He says, balancing the book in one hand and holding the other out to Mina. Furrowing her brow she holds her hand out to him. He clasps it in his and is silent for a minute, before releasing her hand. “From what I understand it seems you have the ability to travel through time.” Mina’s eyes widen and her jaw drops. 

“R-really?” She stammers. She knew her powers could be like non other, but this is completely new and unheard of, and scary. 

“Yes dear really, as of right now you can’t control it, it will take a lot of practice and work before you can. What seems to have happened is that like most Warlocks who are new to their powers, when you became overwhelmed with emotions your powers took over, you were thinking about your sister before it happened right?” Mina nods. “When you use your powers, much like a portal, you simply need to think of a time and place or a person and you will be transported there.You were thinking of your sister, so you were transported here, to her time.” 

“If she cannot yet control it how is she going to get home?” James asks, placing a protective hand on Mina’s shoulder when she sinks back onto the sofa in shock.

“That is where I come in, I can infuse an object from your time with magic to help bring you back, if you hold onto the object and think about your home, it will bring you there safely.” Magnus says, causing a wave of relief to wash over the three siblings. Mina had momentarily feared she would be trapped here.

“Here, my mum’s engagement gift from my dad.” Mina says, unclasping the chain from around her neck and handing it to Magnus. 

“Tessa still has this hundreds of years later?” He asks in a soft tone. Mina nods. “I hope you three know how lucky you are to have such a wonderful mother and two wonderful fathers, I know Jem is not as present as would like to be with you, James and Lucie, and Mina I am sure William wishes he could be with you and your mother and father more than anything, but I know William will consider any child of Tessa and Jem’s his, and Jem certainly considers you two as his own.” Magnus firmly says, looking between the three of them.

“We do, we couldn’t love them more or be more grateful to be raised by them.” James quietly says, thinking of the nights when he as a child, had been sick, and Uncle Jem had been summoned to his bedside. He, Tessa and Will would stay with James all night, Jem often cared for James and Lucie when they were ill as babies, and though she does not know it, Will has often cared for Mina and her siblings as babies too. 

Twenty minutes later Magnus has infused the pendant with his magic, and sent the three siblings on their way. They are currently walking through the institute to get to Lucie’s room, so Mina can change and go home. However just as they are about to reach the staircase leading up to the floor Lucie’s room is on, they meet Charlotte with little Matilda in a sling across her chest, and Henry in his wheelchair, at her side. 

“Hello you two, who is your friend?” Charlotte brightly asks, smiling warmly at Mina, who is trying not to gape at her Aunt and Uncle.

“Um, I’m Mina, uh Mina Starkweather.” Mina says, quickly thinking of her mother’s Shadowhunter Maiden name. 

“Oh are you related to the Starkweathers from York?” Charlotte curiously asks.

 “No, I took the name when I ascended a couple of months ago.” Mina quickly fabricates a story for herself. 

“Oh how wonderful! It is always so nice to meet those new to The Clave, have you been posted here to London?” Charlotte asks. 

“Yes.” Mina says, not knowing what else to say.

“You’ll enjoy it here I daresay, Tessa and Will are very kind and you will receive excellent tutoring and training here, I am sure Jamie and Lucie can attest to that, can’t you?” Henry lightly says.

“Only because you were not here to blow everything up, Uncle Henry.” Lucie teases. Henry laughs and says

“You become more and more like your father everyday Lucie, you look like your mother but you inherited all your father’s personality.” Lucie smiles proudly. Her father and Aunt Cecily often say she reminds them of her Aunt Ella, who passed away long before she was born. 

“I do not mean to be rude but we must go, we are helping Mina study for the upcoming exams.” James says, placing a hand on Mina’s back. 

“Oh of course, we don’t want to keep you, Charles is here you know, he could help if you like.” Charlotte offers.

“No thank you Aunt Lottie, darling Charlie would likely terrify a new student like Mina.” Lucie says. Though Charles is very kind and patient, he can also be a bit intimidating at times.

“Yes you’re probably right, well good luck to you Mina, I hope you enjoy your time here.” Charlotte lightly says, giving Mina another warm smile. 

20 minutes later, in Lucie’s room, Mina has changed back into her clothes and is ready to go home. 

“Be safe baby sister, okay?” James softly says, pulling Mina in for a hug and pecking her on the cheek. Mina holds on to him tightly and nods, trying to hold back the tears. 

“I love you.” She whispers. 

“I love you too.” When James pulls back from the embrace, Lucie immediately pulls her sister close.

“Maybe when you figure out how to use your powers properly you can come back again and see us.” Lucie says in a tight, hopeful tone. 

“Yeah, maybe.” Mina agrees.

Lucie pulls back and squeezes her sister’s hand one last time while James affectionately and lightly tugs on a lock of her hair.

“Tell our other siblings we said hello.” He lightly says, trying to lighten the moment. 

“I will. I love you guys so much.” Mina says, not able to hold the tears back anymore. 

“We love you too.” Lucie says. With that, Mina closes her eyes, clutches the jade pendant and thinks about her home, she pictures her father with his violin, her mother with a book, Kit with Ty, Charlotte baking in the kitchen and Jade sketching at the kitchen table, while Will sits on the couch with an Xbox controller in his hands, all his focus on the video game Kit bought him for his birthday.

When Mina opens her eyes again, she find herself standing in the middle of her room, as though nothing has happened. Kicking off her shoes, Mina heads to the door and goes downstairs, her heart lifting when she sees her dad in the kitchen, putting away the dishes, her mum re-organizing the bookshelf in the living room with help form the twins, and Kit standing behind the couch that Will is sat on, with his arms around Ty’s waist, his chin on his shoulder, half watching a T.V. show that Will is watching. 

“How are you feeling Mina mine? Your mum said you were very tired after your lesson this morning.” Jem asks in a concerned tone, coming up to put an arm around his daughter. 

“I always feel tired after my lessons with mum but I feel better now I’ve rested for a bit.” She says, resting her head on his shoulder. 

“I’m glad to hear it, I know how hard your lessons are on you sometimes and I’m very proud of you for sticking with it, hopefully it won’t take such a toll on you soon.” Jem softly says, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

“I love you dad.” Mina quietly says, glad to be home. 

“I love you too my Little Mina.” 

“Forever a daddy’s girl.” Mina hears her mum say in a light tone. She turns around to see her mum standing beside her and her dad, smiling warmly at them. 

“Thanks for letting me borrow your necklace last night mum, I appreciate it.” Mina says, handing the necklace back.

“You’re welcome my love.” Tessa says in a warm tone, brushing her daughter’s hair back 

“I love you mum.” Mina says, wrapping her arms around Tessa and laying her head on her shoulder. Tessa runs her hands through her daughter’s hair and hols her close. 

“I love you too my adventurous Mina.” She quietly says, pressing her lips to her daughter’s head, not knowing just how adventurous her daughter had been today.

It’s not until that night when Mina settles into bed with a copy of Lucie’s second book, that she realizes her sister didn’t make the plot of the book up, out of thin air. The book is about a young girl who discovers she has the power to travel through time. The main character of the novel (named Mia) travels back from what is now modern day, but was the future when the book was written, to Edwardian era, where she meets some of her ancestors who she must team up with in order to get back home. 

She had never realized it before of course, but it suddenly hits Mina that Lucie based this book on the events of today, and even named the main character after Mina, getting as close to her name as possible without actually using it. 

This leaves Mina even more determined to learn to control her powers so that she can go back again and see her siblings again, no matter what it takes.

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Strawberry Kisses | Tom Holland

Summary: You find yourself on your best friends doorstep for the first time in three weeks after you find your boyfriend cheating.

Warnings: Cheating

Words: 2.7k

A/N: This is a piece based loosely on ‘Little Bird’ by Ed Sheeran for @wayfaring----stranger  and @fratboievans  writing challenge!! There’s little pieces of the song tucked up in there but I went a little off course :-) 

- Moodboard made by the amazing @fratboievans !! It’s so pretty, i love it.

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Rainy days were never a favourite of Toms.

He had thought about it many times before– about why exactly he preferred the sun beating down on his back and layers of fetid sunscreen slapped all over his body and the days of pain if he so much as forgot. There were the ice-cold lemonades and ice pops, racing around his front yard when he was a kid and tripping over rocks and meeting the earth with a harsh thud. Yes, he loved being outdoors whether it was going on a hike or messing around in the pool with Harrison.

But his favourite thing about summer was you. It was just as bright, just as happy.

His eyes locked on the big, aged oak tree on his front yard. The thing hung over his house, leaves shielding any ounce of sunlight from peaking through his front windows. It was the tree with multiple sets of initials carved in the front and roots beginning to rise, saying hello to the never present sunlight.

He had come to the conclusion that the reason he disliked the rainy days so much aside from the obvious reasons were because all of his favourite memories with you began under that oak tree, in the beating sun. The rain was sad, it was dreary, and it was what board the two of you to no extent as children. But on those sunny days you’d share ice creams and count the leaves on each branch, sometimes you’d try and climb it and he’d stand at the bottom in case you fell.

He was so distracted that he nearly missed the sound of someone knocking at the door and on such a cold, dreary day he honestly hadn’t expected anyone. He had locked himself in, built a little nest in front of the tv right beside the fire with Tess. The boy had only got up to flick the jug on so he could grab a cup of tea and maybe a packet of biscuits at that– somehow he’d ended up staring at the oversized oak tree, watching the branches dance with every heavy gust of wind.

That damn tree, and the damn leaves that boarded it and the initials carved into the wood and the– then, you didn’t have a boyfriend. Then, it was just the two of you against the entire world and he was silly enough to think that it’d stay that way forever.

Tom trudged towards the door, sweatpants sagging against the wood as he peeked through the peephole. Tessa whined next to him after forcing herself up off of her spot on the couch

There you stood in the rain, soaking wet hair and clothes and Tom could only assume that you’d walked all the way to his– not a good idea considering the storm brewing outside. Any makeup you’d been wearing was either smudged or gone and you looked distraught, absolutely broken but still, he still recognised you– how could he not? Tom wasted no time in tugging the front door open, meeting your slightly embarrassed and still rather gentle eyes.

After three weeks of not seeing you, he couldn’t forget about the little lines beneath your eyes, and the curl of your lips and just how much he loved you–

“What happened?”

You step into the house immediately to be engulfed by the warmth, the sound of the fire roaring away in the living room competing with the television and the jug that sizzled in the corner of the kitchen. His place hadn’t changed much since you’d last been, the same pictures of the two of you remained on the counter and Tessa's toys were still scattered across the floor.

“He cheated on me.” You mumble.

Tom felt rage flood his veins right away, gritting his teeth as he replied. “He did what?”

“He cheated on me.” You hiccup, feeling sobs sitting in the back of your throat and wrap your arms around your chest tightly. Teeth gutted together as you shivered and not even the warmth in his house could help you. “W-we had a date and he didn’t show up so I went back to our apartment to see if he’d forgotten.” You stop, choking on your words. “He had another girl.”

“Darling–”

“I don’t want pity, Tom, I just… I didn’t know where to go and for some reason you were the only person I could think about.” Maybe you said the words a little harsher then you intended too but you were fucking cold and heartbroken. And you would admit that now you were realising your greatest mistake was getting with Max in the first place.

It wasn’t a lie because after three weeks, he was the only person you could think about and maybe that’s why Max had done what he had because your mind was occupied by the curly haired boy with the biggest heart and the toffee coloured eyes.

Tom sighs, gripping the counter bench to stop himself from going down there and hunting your now (hopefully) ex-boyfriend down. Rainwater dripped down your arms, soaking the clothes that rightfully belonged to Max and you were practically itching to get them off, but they cling to you like a second skin. Tom seemed to notice.

“You need to change or you’ll get sick, go have a shower and uh– borrow some of my clothes, yeah?”

You can only look down at the carpet, little paint stains from the time you two painted the walls and forgot to lay down a mat still scattered the room.

“Thank you.” You breathe out, exhaustion getting the better of you.

He watches you leave, staring at the space between the hallway and his kitchen until he couldn’t see you anymore and glared at the front door. He wanted to leave and show Max a lesson and he would have because you were his best friend, the girl he swore not to let anyone lay a finger on and now you were here and heartbroken.

But he could also stay behind and be there for you now, waiting with a warm cup of tea and a movie the second you get out in a pair of his clothes and offer a shoulder for you to cry on. He could barely think over the kettle that warmed behind him and while the first option was tempting, he–

ping.

Just down the hall, two doors to the left and past the spare room and his study you stood in Toms bedroom, staring in the body length mirror as you tugged the shirt down over the sweatpants. The dark blue shirt and black sweats were definitely mismatched but you didn’t think twice. They were comfortable, doused in his cologne and it was better than anything you remembered. 

You did a small twirl, extending your arms out and tried not to focus on the fact that the area beneath your eyes was slightly puffy and your heart was quite practically shattered. Your wet hair stuck to your cheeks, toes melting into the bedroom rug. You nearly forgot how comfortable his place made you.

It was homely. It was easily the place you’d always find yourself going back to time and time again.

-

“Do you feel any better?”

Tom offers a cup of tea and you take it, practically melting into his clothing. “I’m definitely not as cold anymore.” Laughing lightly, you rest the mug on the bench and begin to bob the tea bag up and down– it gave you something to fiddle with. “I just can’t believe I saw it, you know?”

Tom bit his tongue from uttering those words he wanted to say so badly- I told you so.

“You don’t deserve that and he doesn’t deserve you, he just isn’t the one.” Tom sighs and takes the tea from you, chucking the used bag into the bin. “I hope you plan on kicking his ass out of your apartment.”

You scoff, bringing the mug to your lips. “Already done, if he was even listening to me then he should be out by morning.”

“You can stay here tonight.”

“Thank you.” You smile warmly, biting back tears.

Things were briefly awkward between both of you, though you’d forgotten what your last words to one another were three weeks ago and what the stupid argument was about.

You knew as well as Tom did that you didn’t deserve this, for things to go down with Max as badly as they had but one thing you had to wonder was if it was your fault that he did what he did. Were you not making him happy? Could you have been doing more?

While you debated that, Tom stared lovingly and if you caught him then he would’ve been embarrassed, cheeks flushing a firetruck red but you were too deep in thought. Offering you to stay wasn’t that big of a deal but now Tom felt that it was, you used to do that all the time before Max. Sometimes you’d even share a bed.

There was the one time you two kissed. He thought that the feelings of utter adoration and fondness were shared and maybe they were. He definitely felt them, and he definitely remembered the way your lips tasted like strawberries but he didn’t know if it was your lipgloss or the alcohol and he never got to ask. He remembered how gentle his hands were flush against your cheeks, and how his heart practically broke when you left his apartment for a date the very next day.

He thought that maybe you were too drunk to remember your shared kiss and let it go, but truthfully you did remember and your date was a distraction because surely he didn’t share the feelings you felt towards him, right?

“Let’s go sit down, yeah?” He offers, carrying his own mug as well as the television remote in one hand.

You don’t answer but simply reply with a nod and look in awe at the little nest he’d created for himself. It was a bundle of blankets and snacks, something you both used to build on rainy days. You both snuggle beneath the blankets, both a little closer than necessary and no words needed to be spoken for him to wrap an arm around you, pulling you closer comfortingly– because that was all this was, he was comforting you.

“Tommy?” You hum softly, peaking up through the mug of scalding tea. Your voice was still damaged, cracking between words and sighs. “Thank you.”

The bags beneath your eyes were obvious and he noticed the weakness in your voice. Tom gave a sad smile, the corners of his lips barely peeking up. He hated seeing his best friend like this. “You don’t have to say thank you, I’m your best friend, aren’t I? I’m here for you no matter what.”

He pulled the friendship card once more and too distracted by his own harrowing remorse, Tom barely noticed the makeup the stained the shoulder of his grey tee.

In the back of his mind Tom was thinking ‘I told you so’ Because fuck, he told you so. He told you Max would break your heart and that the guy was untrustworthy straight from the start. He knew Max’s type and knew the guys track record but you didn’t listen. But the thing was, you did listen. You listened to him rant and rave and ramble about the guy all while thinking; ‘If you don’t want me with him then make me yours, goddamnit!’

“Earlier I was thinking about how all guys are assholes, but not you, definitely not you.” You sniffle. Any anger you’d been feeling earlier had dispersed but you were still thinking about the moment you saw Max’s lips on hers and that hand that sat on her waist– for some reason you weren’t surprised, shocked maybe but not surprised. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

You knew from the start that Tom would never hurt you that way– or at all.

Tom chuckles lightly, chest vibrating against the side of your head and your fingers continue to run little patterns and designs over his clothed abdomen.

“I try my best for you, darling.” He resists the urge to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, not wanting to press the boundaries. “There are good guys everywhere, you just happened to stumble across a roach. You never know, your prince charming could be closer then you think.” 

He was guilty of talking about himself.

“You think so?”

He nods his head, wild curls brushing against his forehead. “Remember your worth, there is someone out there that’s perfect for you. And someone that’s willing to give you the entire world.”

Silence sat among the two of you while the little whimpers that escaped Tessa were few and far between. She herself was warm, cuddled up on the living room rug. You doubted that the blanket was necessary considering Tom was practically a furnace, providing enough heat to keep your shivers at bay but the blanket provided extra comfort.

Not even twenty minutes later you’d finished your cup of tea and the empty mug was sitting on the coffee table next to Toms. It’d been a while since he’d seen that mug– the one you claimed to be your favourite sitting next to his and he realised how he’d missed it, missed you. He couldn’t help but be pleased that you were back in his arms, fitting perfectly just like two pieces of a puzzle. He gazes down, finding your eyes shut loosely and mouth hanging open gently against his chest, more so on his shoulder.

Your phone vibrates on the edge of the blanket, coming to life as multiple texts and missed calls come up on the screen. They were all reasonably short, one to two line texts that read just as Tom was expecting. The typical, ‘I didn’t mean it’ texts and ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘Come back home’ and ‘I got you your favourite flowers.’ He groans quietly and shifts gently so he doesn’t you wake up, extending an arm to grab the phone.

His finger goes straight to the do not disturb button but doesn’t go that far. It hovers over the ‘view’ button and he knows he shouldn’t. Tom didn’t know if what he did was the right thing to do but he wanted to do more– he could have. Texting Max back off of his own phone was possibly one of the bad things in a long list of things he could’ve done to handle the situation. But Tom knew your password– no, he had his print in your phone just as you had yours in his.

‘Back the hell off or you’ll be dealing with me.’ 

He finished by signing his name at the end.

At that moment, for a split second, he wanted to get up and beat the shit out of the guy that had torn your heart into pieces and brought you here. Don’t get it wrong, Tom loved having you tucked under his arm dressed comfortably in one of his hoodies while the rain pelted against the roof of the house. 

But it was a different story when tear tracks ran down your cheeks– it was a different story when you clung to him with a grip that showed just how scared you were that he was going to be the next to leave.

If you didn’t look so broken, scared and in need of a little love as you did just then he swore he could have gone over and made Max’s life hell. He could have and he would have. But he wanted to savour this moment– having you so close and flush against him. 

He had to think about how you looked better in his clothes instead of Max’s, and how his clothes only made him more fucking in love with you– drop it, Tom.

Delicately, he brushes a strand of hair away from your face and only hoped that the reruns of friends wouldn’t wake you up from your sleep, because for the first time that night you looked utterly pain-free and content.

Somehow, a light smudge of lipstick was left on the corner of your lips and Tom smiled, swearing that he'd recognise that colour everywhere. It was the same strawberry lipstick you wore the night you kissed.

“My little bird.”

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[tomnhaz]

masterlist

angst: ⛈

fluff: ☀️

Tom Holland 

Protection☀️ - heyyy so like can I request something? Reader and Tom are engaged and they’re also costars. While filming some stunt the reader gets hurt super badly and Tom freaking out ?

Sleepless Nights

Part 1 ⛈- Y/N and Tom are roommates, and you fell in love and things spiral.  Part 2 ⛈- Y/N is having a pity party and receives an unexpected guest.  teaser chapter 1

Heartbreaker ⛈- hiiii! could you do a Tom Holland x reader where she’s a Heartbreaker and he’s her best friend and they are just awkward after she has a breakup?????

Midnight Promises ☀️- Y/N is on her period and Tom helps her settle in for the night.

How Much Blood ⛈- Do you mind doing a tom x suicidal reader where he sees her wrist cut and she looks like she’s about to pass out any moment but she’s kinda out of it until Tom knocks it out of her hand and she’s just apologizing and Tom just cleans her cuts and holds she falls asleep

Tattoo ☀️- Hello! I was thinking about a Tom one shot, where his gf has hidden tattoos, but they have big meanings, and he only discovers it because he accidentally walks in on her changing?

Sunrises ⛈- Tom cheats and Y/N doesn’t know what to do. 

Interrupted ☀️- Can I ask for a one shot in which the reader has a dog (a big one like a doberman, german shepherd something like that) and it always protects the reader when Tom’s trying to kiss her? Like the dog would bark, but it would never hurt him.

A New Friend ☀️- May I request a oneshot in which the reader is at a park, just walking around and suddenly a blue Staffi is by her side? It’s Tessa, Tom’s puppy. And the reader doesn’t realize, just kinda looks around in the park for the owner of the dog? and they meet and fluff?

Worth Waiting For ☀️- just a bit of domestic!Tom fluff 

What I Didn’t Know ⛈- Tom has been secretive with no explanation and when Y/N confront him things don’t exactly go as planned. 

Can’t Sleep ⛈- Reader realizes that Tom is all she will ever need and more.

Fabric of Love ~

Teaser

Chapter 1☀️

Harrison Osterfield

Raining In Italy ☀️- Harrison comes home early to surprise Y/N

Dreams ☀️- It’s Y/N and Harrison’s wedding day and the nerves are getting to Y/N

Please Don’t Leave Me ⛈- Can you do one where Haz and y/n have a fight and almost broke up but fluffy happy ending?

Spider(man)  ☀️- could you do a one shot based on the video Tuwaine posted where Harrison has a spider on his leg and he panics and asks Harry to help him but instead of asking harry he asks the reader?? And is like all cutesie bc the reader is super protective and calms him down while the boys are laughing

Floral Dress ☀️- I was thinking of a cute little onehsot, when Haz sees the reader in a cute floral dress. They are on a date. Thank you so much!

Sparkling Boy ☀️- omg imagine trying to get the flitter off Haz’s face bc he can’t then you shower him with kisses

Friday Fics

#1: ☀️Y/N gets drunk and Harrison falls deeper in love

#2: ⛈“No, I asked you if we were having a party, I did not tell you to throw a party” w/ Tom

Headcannons

y/n is a Broadway actress 

y/n is tom & harrison’s roommate

y/n is a punk rock singer 

rick kid!tom 

y/n is 2-3 years younger

y/n is insecure 

y/n is really into the 80s

y/n is a redhead

tom taking care of a drunk y/n

y/n dyes their hair

tom is touch starved

tom’s kinky side

y/n is tom & harrison’s roommate

haz w/ your newborn daughter

tom w/ you and harrison’s child

y/n has an anxiety attack

date with haz

your toddler helps haz propose

harrison is clingy

harrison being adorable

based on the song Fallin’ All In You by Shawn Mendes

“he’s so pretty I’m gonna faint”

picnic date

y/n is short

new dad!haz 

doctor!haz

y/n dyes their hair

watching Queer Eye together

haz tries to do your makeup

haz watches you put on your makeup

boxer!Haz 

y/n is a teacher pt 2

y/n can sing

fratboy!Haz pt 2

beach day w/ haz

domestic!haz baking

hello kisses/after sex kisses

peter realizes he’s in love

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[spideymybucky]

Telling Tom and twinning (2/3)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader 

Requested by: @caswinchester2000

warnings: High Risk pregnancy, idk. 

Word count: 1.5k+

Part 1

You woke up with the ringing of your phone. Stretching your arm over, you grab it and, with squinting eyes, you look at the caller: Tom Holland. This had been the 12th miscalled in, probably, 2 hours. You threw the phone somewhere and groaned, making Tessa jump. She whimpered and laid down next to you.

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“Sorry Tess” Leaving the comfy pillows, you change into a pair of jeans, a shirt and some sneakers. You grab some left over pizza, as breakfast, and your keys. You needed to get out of this place and, also, you had to go to school.

You spent the next eight hours ignoring your phone. At some point, after all the messages and calls, it ended up dying. You got home and expecting to be greeted by Tessa, but she was nowhere to be seen. The hallway was lit up. ‘Its probably Nikki’ you thought.  You headed to your room expecting to see her but ended up admiring a mop of brown curly hair.

“Hey Baby girl” he mumbled into your neck, engulfing you in a tight hug. You wrapped your arms, pulling him closer.

“I missed you Tommy.” You whispered with unshed tears.

“I know, me too baby.” Smelling him, having him closer, it was all that you needed, then you remembered your predicament.

“W-What are you doing here? I thought you didn’t have off for the next couple of weeks.” You unwrapped yourself, looking at him with a fake smile.

“Yeah, but you just wouldn’t answer your phone. So I called my mom, she told me to come talk to you in person. She said something about it being life changing.” He looked down at you confused, scared and troubled. You knew you had to tell him, it was as much your fault as his but, you weren’t sure what you wanted to do.

“Kind of is.” He sat down next you on the bed, holding you hand. You locked you fingers, tracing a stranger pattern. Closing you eyes, enjoying a bit of this calm feeling, you knew this had to be it.

“How sick are you?” His voice full of concern.

“Its-I’m-Ok, technically I’m not sick but I’ll still feel sick for the next few months.” You licked you lips, setting your mouth in a hard line.

“Than, what is it?” he drew his lower lip between his teeth.

“I’m pregnant.” You whispered out. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes . His mouth fell open, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. You didn’t know if he was mad, happy, sad, or overwhelmed. You knew you were overwhelmed with everything.

“How long?” He asked after, what felt like, a few minuted in silence.

“The doctor said three to four weeks, but I don’t know. I think it might’ve been when we went down to Bournemouth.” You mumbled out.

“Oh…” he looked at you, staring into your eyes.

“Yeah…” You both stayed quite for a while, not really knowing what to do.

“What do we do? Do you wanna keep it?” His hopeful eyes bore into yours, making you smile.

“I know its not the best time, you being away and me finishing school but… If you want to yeah. I just…” You looked up at him with concern. “I just don’t want to do this alone.” He drew you in and kissed the top of your head.

“I would never leave you alone, you’re stuck with me 'til the end, darling.” You hugged him tighter, pushing him down to the bed and laying on top of him.

“I have a doctors appointment tomorrow, if you wanna come…” His eyes lit up with a smile.

“We’re going to be able to see it?” You nodded.

“Babe, we’re having a baby.” He laughed out.

Tom woke you up three hours before your appointment. He wanted to make sure everything was going smoothly, even though you could easily sleep in a bit more. You groaned and covered your body with the silk sheets.

“C’mon babe, we don’t wanna be late.” He pleaded at you, uncovering your head.

“I just wanna sleep, Tom.” She grabbed her phone and looked at the time. It was six thirty on the dot. She wanted to kill him.

“But baby I-” She glared at him.

“Its 6 am, Thomas” He sheepishly smiled at you, while rolling your eyes. “I need sleep.” He grumbled out and left the room.

After a rough morning full of bickering, from your grumpy side, and Tom enduring it all. It was time to leave. Getting to the hospital was easy. It had been the first time in days that you actually felt better, even though the nausea would hit from time to time. There were five to six other women waiting. After twenty minutes, and a form the seemed infinite, you were called in. They give you a robe to changing into and then, they draw more blood out of you. Tom comes closer to you, hugging you and smiling.

“Think we’re gonna see little peanut in there?” He asked looking at you.

“Little peanut? I hate peanuts Thomas.” You scoff out. You didn’t know why, but today you were annoyed by him.

“Oh C’mon, its cute and suits it well.” He whined out. You raised a brow and nodded. The door opened, startling both of you. Tom took a step back and looked at the doctor.

“Hello (Y/n), nice to see you again.” He smiled. “And you must be the husband.” 

“Yeah, nice pleased to meet you.” Tom smiled. 

“So the results did come back positive, but your HCG levels are elevated so that might mean more than one baby.” Toms ears perked up. He’d never thought of having twins, one baby was manageable but two? Was he ready for two? Were you ready for two on your own? He was going to leave today, after all.

“How high is the possibility of twins?” You quickly ask. You didn’t want twins. You were already scared for one, having two was double the work and pain.  

“Nothing’s sure right now, we have to confirm it with the ultrasound.” You nodded as Tom came closer to you. He grabbed your hand, no words being said.

“So… do I lift the gown or what do I do?” You ask at him.

“Since you’re early on we have to do a transvaginal ultrasound, which will you’ll feel a bit of pressure and uncomfortable, but it's the best way to see the baby.” You nodded and grab Toms hand tighter. He didn’t look pleased either, this was all too much too soon.

You open your legs and hoist them up, allowing the doctor to put the probe inside you. You bit you lip, stop yourself from screaming or just biting the doctors head off and then it stopped. The monitor looked black, nothing you could actually recognize as a baby.

“Everything seems fine, there is the placenta and that would be the babies.” He said mentioning to a small circle in the placenta. You looked at it with wide eyes, not really sure how you felt. The probe moved a bit and then there were two dark circles.

“You’re having twins, congratulations.” Tom’s eyes widened in amazement and, for some reason, they teared up. He smiled down at you. Your eyes were full of tears, not really knowing how to react.

“Wow.” You mumbled out.

“They’re in the same sack, it means identical twins and you are…” he looked at your form, one you had to fill in at the waiting room. “five weeks along.”

“Your due date is on May 21st” He said, taking out the probe and cleaning it. You sat up, Tom still holding you. “But 35 to 37 weeks of gestation is enough. Some times they come sooner.” He explained. You nodded and smiled at Tom, squeezing his hand. The doctor kept talking about prenatal vitamins and all the appointments you had. All you could do was stair at Tom, his big brown eyes and movements.

“So… want pictures?” Dr. Fletcher asked.

“Yes.” You both shouted in unison. The doctor laughed and left to get them printed, as you changed.

“Two babies, Tom.” You whispered out.

“Twins… I never thought… wow.” He mumbled looking at you.

“Will we make it?” He pulled you closer, resting his had on you stomach.

“With by my side, always.” You looked down at him and smiled.

“So twins, huh?” You asked again.

“What can I say? I have super-sperm.” He chuckled out.

“Tom, you’re gross.” You laughed out, leaving the room as the nurse came and gave you the small pictures.

“Well, might as well be super babies then.” You said looking at them. Tom gazed at you with heart eyes, never imagining he could love someone so much.

“They’ll have a super mom” You look up at him and kiss him, not really caring about.

“…And an average dad.” You winked.

“Hey, thats mean.” He laughed out.

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[cancerousjojian]

fluff alphabet | tom holland

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

You’re attracted to his bubbly and caring personality firstly. Also, his drive to succeed in his career is attractive to you as well. He’s attracted to your maturity and composure. You’re very level-headed and he really appreciates that. He hasn’t gotten a lot of that from the girls he’s dated in the past, so you’re a well needed and deserved change of pace.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Hm, that’s a complicated question. Of course he wants a family in the future. He’s just very consumed with his career and too busy to be thinking about starting a family just yet.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Very intimately. Tom loves to hold you closely when you cuddle. You’re usually half-spooning him with your arm around his torso and his arm is lazily slung around your neck and shoulder, almost suffocating you with how tightly he holds you.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Really adventurous. You weren’t really a spontaneous kind of person before you met Tom, but he would drag you out to places you were a little uncomfortable with and you ended up loving it every time.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

Tom calls you his person a lot. “You are my person.” He can’t remember when he started saying it, but it stuck ever since he did.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

He knew he was in love when you guys got in your first real fight. He can’t remember what it was it about, but you guys didn’t talk for almost a week. He showed up at your door in the pouring rain to apologize, it was something out of a movie. You both sobbed in apologies to each other. Almost losing you made him realize how much he really loved you.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

During sex, Tom can be really gentle with you, especially at first. But after you egg him on and encourage him, he drops the facade. In all other aspects of your relationship besides the intimate side, he’s not gentle because he knows he doesn’t have to be.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

You guys like to hold hands whenever you deem fit, especially in public. To him, it just projects the image of you being his and his only, which he likes. When you’re holding hands and you’re not in public, it’s usually lazy. He’ll usually just barely intertwine one of your fingers with his.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He was absolutely intimidated by you. He found himself getting clammy hands and red cheeks whenever he’s near you. You were obviously intimidated by him too.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

He would never admit it, but he gets jealous sometimes. Never to the point that it’s toxic or that he actually feels your relationship is being threatened, but it does happen.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Tom’s kisses are always cute and usually unpredictable. He can either give you a quick peck on the forehead before bed, or a long, open-mouthed kiss in the morning. Your hands are usually on either side of his face while it happens too.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

He does. It would be early in the morning after he’d spent all night chained to the bathroom due to him having the flu. You would be at his side all weekend helping him through his sickness. It was early into your relationship and it showed him how caring you were, which he appreciated. You come in with a cup of tea to try and make him feel better. “I love you, you’re an angel.” He was thankful for you, it made you smile. “I love you too, Tom.”

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

You guys have a lot of favorite memories together, since you guys travel together so much. Exploring a new city together is always fun and always leads to great memories being created.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

He totally does. Whenever he sees something he thinks you’ll like, he’ll buy it without hesitation. He especially loves buying you lingerie, purely because he loves the sight of you in it and loves the way it makes you feel.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Red reminds him of you because it gets your attention and yellow reminds him of you because it is exciting without anger or loudness.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

He’s partial to calling you the more cliche names like darling, sweetheart, beautiful. Occasionally, he’ll settle on babe or baby. You like to call him love, honey, or even Spiderman when you’re feeling cheeky or want to feed his ego.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Tom’s favorite non-modern thing is creating mixtapes and burning them onto CDs for you. Though it’s not that old-fashioned, he likes for you to have a physical reminder of his thoughts in the form of songs curated specially for you.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

He likes to relax on rainy days, especially if he doesn’t have to work. You would try to get out of bed in the morning and he would pull you back under the covers lazily. You guys would probably stay there all day, only getting out to get food.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Tom knows just how to cheer you up. When you’re feeling sad or upset, he talks to you and tries to make you laugh to feel better. Or he will bring your favorite movie over to watch with him, which is sure to lighten your mood. You cheer him up by just being there for him when he needs you and listening to him when he wants to talk.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Tom loves to talk to you about his job. He loves what he does and you find it so interesting as well. He also loves to talk about his family. You adore hearing him go on and on about his brothers.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

One of the few things that is guaranteed to make him relax is taking a long, hot shower with you. “Care to join me in a shower, love?” He would ask, slipping away into the bathroom. You would agree, of course. With you gently combing your shampoo-coated fingers through his hair while massaging his back with soap, he’s ready to fall asleep in minutes.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

You’re so proud of his career! Obviously Tom is as well, but you love getting the chance to tell whomever it may concern that your boyfriend is Spiderman.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Tom proposes to you one night after he brings you to an event. He’s planning it out in his head the whole night, which naturally makes him incredibly nervous and it shows. We all know the boy can’t keep a secret if his life depended on it, so he would tell all his mates and your best friends before hand and pray you didn’t find out about it. Nonetheless, you’re surprised when he actually does it and overwhelmed with joy.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift. You didn’t really have a song together that was definitively ‘yours’ until you both heard it together for the first time and discovered your mutual adoration for it.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

All the time. At first, Tom thought he was too young to be so eager to get married but he knew you were ‘the one’ very early into your relationship.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Since he already has Tessa, you would beg him to get a cat with you. He would be reluctant at first since he’s such a dog person, but he would agree just because you were so adamant about it. You get a fuzzy black cat and name her Franny, and Tom ends up loving her so much.

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[quitetommy]

Valentines’s day

this is literally the worst crap ive ever written and i absolutely hate it but i hope you enjoy. i was gonna do a sad one bc i hate valentines day but i made it somewhat happy so enjoy i guess. sorry ive been gone so long. love youuuu

Tom reached his hand out across the bed, groaning. Morning sounds and breath escaping his small lips. The brunet boy half expected his hand to meet warmth; to meet his girl. He lifted his head, a soft pout on his lips when his hand met nothing other than the cold sheets on the other side of the bed. He sat up fully and pulled his knees to himself; he was sad. Maybe if he could just wrap his limbs up together, he would feel whole again. His brown eyes fell onto her side, the side she should be. Her beautiful hair should be sprawled out, mouth open and snores and little words leaving it. She should’ve been his first sight on that cloudy London day. He shouldn’t have felt so stupid for the things he said.

He really couldn’t remember the argument now. It had to have been something silly, stupid.  That’s how it always went, right? He wished his pretty girl was with him. He just wanted to wrap his arms around the smaller girl, smell her hair and kiss her head until she squealed away from him. He missed her laugh and the way her eyes crinkled when she did so. He missed how insecure she got with her smile and how she would cover her mouth as if trying to keep all the sounds in. It was no use though, they always escaped. He just wanted to call up his girlfriend and tell her how sorry he was, how stupid he is. He wanted to feel her tiny arms wrap around his larger, muscled, body. Everything that she hated about herself, he missed.

Standing up from the sad droopy bed, he slipped on some sweatpants and shirt. It was cold in the tiny apartment. He was always warm with her around. He was able to carry himself into the kitchen, passing by the picture that was put up on the white wall. It was Tom and Y/N; smiles on both their faces. God, he loved his girl. How could he fix this, was the question picking at his brain while he made his morning tea.

His heart ached as he ignored her cup. The ghost of a smile pressed into his features, thinking about when they first bought that mug- her mug.

Y/N was standing next to a shelf in the store and Tom was growing annoyed. It was late and he was tired and hungry and he wanted to be home. Y/N was all giggly and she was happy to be out with her man. With a pout and a false glare, he said to her, “Y/N, darling, put that back. You do not need another mug. We have enough at home.”

Home. That felt good to say. The two had moved in together a month prior to then and they both loved it more than anything in the whole world. His darling picked up the yellow sparkly mug anyways. She put on her best cheesy smile and gave her best puppy dog eyes. She knew Tom couldn’t resist. And her assumptions were right, because only seconds later he was caving and taking the mug from her and buying it.

He almost pulled it down too, but then quickly realized that she was only a ghost now. There was no more love within this household, right? No, he loved the pretty girl. And she loved him- they were just in a fight. They would get over this, right?

The front door opened, his heart jumped. Maybe it was-

“Aye, Tom. You up, mate?” Harrison’s voice rang out, Tessa letting out an excited bark. Haz shushed her and made his way through the flat, stopping when seeing his mate leaning against the counter. The blond boy took in his mate’s stance; sadly leaning against the counter as he sipped his hot tea.

Tom sighed after taking a sip of his awfully bitter tea (Y/N always made it perfectly), “Haz, you alright?”

“Yes, but you sure don’t seem it. Mate, you can’t keep doing this.” Tom sighed again at his friend. He was just so mad. At himself? The mystery man? His girl? He didn’t know anymore. All he knew is that he wanted her back. It had been over three days since he had seen his girl and it was now valentine’s day. You know, the day you're supposed to spend with your significant other?

“Have you seen ‘er?” Another sip of the bitterness. He was tired and lonely. All he wanted was a hug from his pretty lady. Harrison opened his mouth but then hesitated, it wasn’t much but the sad boy caught it. “You have, haven’t you? How does she seem? Ask ‘bout me?”

Harrison frowned again and placed his hands on the island in front of him. “Once or twice.”

“You know, she should be ‘ere with me. Not at yours.”

“Well, this is your fault, mate.” Harrison nodded, knowingly. Tom frowned and set his tea down. It was gross and he didn’t want it anymore. He would settle for one of the waters in the fridge.

After taking a long needed sip, he nodded too. “I know. Has she said anything about comin’ home?” Tom walked across the room and his emotions flipped when he saw the empty bag sitting near his friend’s feet. “She sent you to get her things?”

“I-I’m sorry, mate. She’s just not ready to come back home yet.”

“That’s bullshit!” Tom was a new kind of angry. He could feel his anger boil up inside of him and squeeze at his throat. “I’m coming back with you. Given ‘er enough space. This ends now!”

After ten minutes of arguing with the angry man and then another fifteen of driving, the boys were finally at Harrison’s flat and Y/N’s safe house. Harrison was pulling his car to a stop in the parking lot and Tom was out before the engine was even stopped. His legs carried him to the front door and let himself in. He was angry and sad and more than over this whole hiding out thing. He just missed his girl.

Once the boy made it into the colorful home, he spotted her. She was on the couch, looking out the window, sadly. “Y/N!”

His voice was a shock to her. She really wasn’t expecting to see him for at least a little while more. Harrison had completely failed at his mission and she was pissed. Harrison could tell that as soon as he walked into the room, her surprised eyes shifted to his and instantly turned to anger. Harrison could feel the anger that was in the room, so he opted out of staying and said, “I’ll be in my room if you need anything. Please don’t.”

Y/N didn’t speak until she heard the boy’s room door close. She let out a sigh, “Tom, what are you doing here?”

“What am i doing here? What are you doing here? Y/N, please come home.” His voice was broken, tired. He wanted her back in his arms so badly, he would do anything she asked.

“Tom,” she had sighed again and Tom felt himself break. He walked towards her and knelt before her. His eyes filled with tears as he looked up at her. His arms were wrapped around her waist, hers on his shoulder. She didn’t want to look at him because if she did she knew she would cave. His voice came out small, filled with sorrow and regret. He was broken without his girl, “Please. Please don’t. Just listen, please.”

She pulled back, eyes close, tears threatening. “You kissed ‘er, Tom!!” Y/N’s voice was loud and angry. It wasn’t any of the things that Tom loved. It wasn’t happy to see him, or happy to be with him or telling him that she loved him. Instead it was yelling at him. This was a different kind of anger. This was way worse than anything he had ever seen. She was hurt. Her eyes were wide, filled with rage and her hands were thrown out in exasperation.

Tom was on his feet now, “No, I didn’t!” And that was the truth. He hadn’t, he wouldn’t ever cheat on his girl.

“Then what happened?! Why was she there then?!” Y/N was crying now. The her that had ruined things between them was a friend of Tom’s. This friend was in the picture way before Y/N had entered it, and she had the biggest crush on Tom. It was obvious, or so Y/N thought. Y/N has come home a week ago, tired from work and ready to see her long-time boyfriend. She had just wanted to curl up next to him and talk about her day, but when she opened the door she had been met with her boyfriend kissing said girl.

“For you!” He was screaming too, tears rushing out. Y/N was stunned. Her mouth opened a bit and she took a confused step back. “W-What?”

“Y-Yeah,” he was angry at himself. He hadn’t wanted to tell her. He pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to her. “This is why she was there. I was asking her if it was something you would like.”

Y/N took the little black box from her boyfriend with pain and love in her chest. Opening the top, she let a cry out. It was a ring- an engagement ring. “. . .Tom,” she was shaking her head, closing the box softly, “this still doesn’t explain why you two were kissing. You want to get married, but- but, you’re off kissing other girls? That makes no sense.”

“I told you she kissed me! I was askin’ for her opinion on everything and she started sayin’ that I should be with her and not you and when I told her that you were the one for me, she kissed me! And then, you walked in! Darling, I swear. I’ve never lied to you and I’m not going to start now.”

It was quiet for a moment. Tom looking at his girl, wondering what was going to come next; Y/N looking at the box in her tiny hands, hating herself for not listening to him.

Before Tom knew what was happening, Y/N was kissing him. Without missing a beat, he kissed back. God, he missed her lips. He missed kissing her and holding her, he missed just about everything about her. He could taste the salty tears that was streaming down their faces and he was breathing hard and fast.

Y/N pulled back and Tom whined at the lost contact, his eyes closed, mouth open with small breaths leaving it. Y/N was on her tiptoes, her face pressed into Tom’s neck. “I’m so sorry. Tommy, I’m so sorry.”

Tom pulled away and placed his hands on her face, “It’s okay, darling, it’s okay. ‘m just glad to have you back.” She kissed him again, mumbling against his lips, “I missed you.” She pulled away from him again, smiling this time. “Think you have somethin’ to ask me, no?”

Tom laughed and nodded, he took the box from her hands and opened it. “Darling, would you do me the honor of making me the luckiest guy ‘round and marry me?”

“Yes. yes, of course, Tommy.” She laughed as he placed the beautiful ring on her left hand. He then pulled her in for another kiss, “I love you.”

“Hey,” Y/N tapped his shoulders and he hummed happily, “Happy Valentine’s day.”

“Happy Valentine’s day.”

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