#tom holland blurbs

[shawnxstyles]

Can you write a condescending peter smut where he flirts every chance gets even grabbing the readers hand and kissing it while they hand him something minor (like a piece of clothing)

sweetheart

warnings: smut; (f- receiving [fingering, slight oral], dirty talk) some fluff

note: this is a small request i mustered up since i haven’t posted any writings in like a MONTH i’m so so sorry! part 2!

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after you both walk through the door, you take off his jacket that he let you borrow. it was nice and warm in peter’s apartment, so you didn’t need it anymore. he gently shuts the door. it was a chilly night outside, and peter asked if you wanted to come over to work on a project. you said yes, because you’ve had the fattest crush on peter since freshman year. now, as a senior, you’re finally getting to know him more.

it felt like a movie.

“thank you for letting me use your jacket,” you hand him his jacket that you lousily folded in a few seconds, and he smiles endearly. his smile made your heart melt, and it made you feel all fuzzy inside.

“always,” he accepts the jacket, but what catches you by surprise is when he grabs your hand. his fingers brush delicately under your palm as he leans down towards it. unexpectedly, he gently kisses the top of your hand, sending butterflies through each system of your body.

he tosses the jacket over the couch and stands in front of you. you were holding your breath, still trying to figure out why he kissed you and why you felt your heart beating at an erratic pace.

is this what it feels like to go into cardiac arrest? is this cardiac arrest? are you dying?

“you’re nervous,” peter observes, stroking a strand of hair behind your ear. you didn’t know of peter’s superhuman abilities, but he could hear the fast pace of your heart since you’ve walked through the door. his eyes wander curiously over your facial features. “why?”

do you just tell him? what if he doesn’t feel the same? but he did just kiss your hand…

“i don’t really know,” in all honesty, you knew it was peter that made you nervous. but you didn’t know why peter was making you nervous. he was just so… captivating and you liked the way that he acted around you.

since you’ve been getting to know him more, he’s always been flirty with you. sometimes it’s subtle, but other times it’s blatantly obvious, like the kiss on the hand. being the naive girl you were, you just assumed he was like that with everyone, that that’s just who he was; a flirt.

so maybe what you’re nervous about is if you’re wrong about peter. what if he’s not just a flirt and he really wants to be with you? well, the idea of that makes you nervous.

“don’t lie, baby,” baby slips from his lips so naturally it causes your heart to skip a beat. does he call everyone baby? you didn’t know, but you didn’t spend too much time thinking about it. peter’s hand lifted up to caress your cheek softly as he attempted to coax answers out of you. “what’s on your mind?”

“um, things,” things was an understatement. you were thinking of all the possible things he could do with those hands. as his rough skin repeatedly circled the supple skin of your cheek, the dirtiest images flashed through your mind. you imagined peter slipping that same hand down your torso and into your jeans and discovering your wet panties. he would rub your clit over and over and then slide his calloused fingers inside easily.

your cunt is drenched just thinking about him touching you, you couldn’t imagine how wet you would be if he actually was…

“are you thinking about me?” peter’s hand rests still on your cheek as his eyes stare directly into yours. your eyes widen in shock, like he can read your thoughts. the smell of your arousal heightens peter’s senses, so he knows you’re thinking about something.

“i…”

his hand falls from your face and travels down to your hip. it slips under the hem of your loose t-shirt and massages the smooth skin of your waist. your breath hitches in your throat from the contact, nervous for his next move. you wanted him to do something, anything. peter leans closer to your ear as your back hits the nearby wall.

“what are you thinking about?” the gravelly rasp of his voice and the low volume nearly make you moan out loud right there. your lower belly burns in desire, desperate for more of his touch. his nose rubs at your temple as if he was going to kiss it.

“you. i am thinking about you,” you admit breathlessly. “please do something.”

peter begins peppering your neck in kisses, making your hands crawl up into his hair. you release your pent-up breath, which comes out in shaky sighs.

“what do you want me to do?” he comes off of you for a moment to ask.

“touch me more, please,” you whisper in the quiet living room. when you’re both not talking, you swear you could hear the sporadic beat of your heart.

“but i am touching you, no?” peter slips both of his rough hands under your shirt. his thumbs swipe over your bra, feeling your hardened nipples under the fabric. you gasp quietly as he continues the action. “tell me exactly what you want, and i might just give it to you.”

your nipples hardened more painfully at his tedious movements, needing more to feel satisfied. your brain was too scrambled at the idea that this was actually happening. you couldn’t think to describe where you wanted him to touch you. you saw a movie called everything, everywhere, all at once and thought that title described it well.

you were so caught up in your own head that you never gave peter an answer. but how could you? it’s embarrassing.

“how about i guess,” it wasn’t a question but a statement. peter insists that he guesses where you wanted to be touched because clearly, you were too embarrassed to answer him. you nod your head shakily as his hands slowly move south of your body.

he tugs the ends of your shirt as a sign to remove it, and you do. his hands roam your figure until they hook onto your jeans. with one certain look in his eye, your pants were on the floor and you were left standing in your undergarments, hot and bothered.

“here?” he guesses as his thumbs rub painfully delicate circles on your hip bones. you shake your head. peter drags his hands down, missing your aching clit. his fingers squeeze the plush skin of your thighs, coaxing a small mewl from you. “here?”

“no, higher,” you directed with a whine. peter smirks slyly, but listens to you. his hands, however, don’t, and go all the way back up to your bra. peter teases you by caressing and squeezing the fabric. you groan, annoyed at his edging. “lower.”

he smiles, as his fingers drift until they’re touching your panties. your breath hitches in your throat.

as his palm rubs over your mound, his fingers finally land on your clit. you let out a large sigh as he circles the throbbing bud. naturally, you spread your legs and welcome him to your vulnerability.

“is it here, sweetheart?” peter condescends as his fingers get faster. the friction of your underwear and the pace of his fingers was enough to make you spiral.

“yes. feels so good,” your hand clutches onto his shoulder, holding yourself up. your body squirms above his digits, subconsciously grinding on him.

your stomach burns deliciously, waiting for that impendable sensation. your eyes close as you focus solely on the feeling of his movements.

“i need more, please,” you breathlessly beg, trying to tug your panties down. his fingers press against your aching hole, soaked with your juices that are desperate for him. when he pushes your hand away, you unclip your bra and toss it on the ground. peter can’t help but roll your pebbled nipples between his digits for a few moments before dragging them back down your body.

“patience, sweetheart.”

you whine at the nickname and the condescending tone that easily rolls off of his tongue. you tried being patient, but you’ve never been so turned on in your life. it was nearly making you hallucinate.

peter could sense your deep desperation to be touched, and he didn’t want his girl to go unsatisfied.

yes, you were now his girl. and soon hopefully, you would know that.

peter teasingly pulls down your panties, a line of arousal sticking to the fabric from your cunt. as the chilly night breezes through the ajar window, you hiss as a cool wind blows over your naked body.

“you cold, baby?” he whispers.

“y-yes,” you stutter out as you push your body into his hand.

“i think i can warm you up,” with that, his hand dips in between your legs. his calloused fingers rub the sensible skin of your pussy before he easily slips a finger inside of you.

it was almost embarrassing how easily he could do it.

you moan needily as his middle finger thrusts inside of you. peter wiggles it back and forth in such a way, your legs want to collapse and completely give in to the feeling. pumping in and out. rough texture rubbing against your walls. it was almost too good to be true, you couldn’t believe it was real.

in too much a haze, you don’t see him slip another finger in, but you definitely feel it. his thick digits were filling you perfectly. but would you be greedy if you wished it was his cock?

that burning, bubbling sensation strained in your lower belly, alerting you that you were close. you squeezed tightly around peter’s fingers, and you could practically feel his satisfied smirk.

“i’m so close,” you pant as your hands grab on to anything and everything around you.

“touch yourself,” he commanded, forcing you to open your eyes and look at him. “c’mon. you can do that, can’t you?”

as you said yes, peter’s fingers increased their speed, so your words came out squeaky. you reached a shaky hand down to your puffy clit and began rubbing small circles over it. your core clenched snuggly around him once again because of the overwhelming amount of pleasure. you throw your head back against the wall, mumbling profanities as you come undone.

you felt your body release all of your stresses and thoughts. not a single thing was on your mind. you felt so comfortable with peter, even when he made your heart race like a jumpscare.

“i’m going to clean you up, okay?” peter reassured, and you smiled wearily. you assumed he would’ve gotten some tissues or something, but like earlier, he surprised you.

peter kneeled down to face your cunt, all sensitive and soaked. he parts your legs and attaches his mouth to you. you gasp squeakily, as he slurps all your juices. the sounds were more erotic than his fingers pounding into you minutes before.

but what was more erotic and arousing than a man on his knees for you? not much.

when he pops off of you, you whine, cold and sensitive. peter hands you some of your clothes on the ground before standing back up.

“what about you?” you ask, seeing that he’s fully dressed and not going further. you were a little disappointed because you wanted more.

okay, maybe you were a little greedy…

“i was focusing on you, baby,” his words make a wave of heat crawl up your neck and up to your ears. your heart skipped a beat like every other time he flirts with you.

“but i want to…”

“how about we finish this project and then we can continue?” peter suggests, caressing his warm palm on your cheek. you practically purred into his touch, melting into him. in all honesty, you had forgotten about the project entirely.

you were so blissed out you didn’t even remember that you were a student. with peter, you were just a girl and a boy; two people that had great chemistry.

“sounds like a plan,” you smile and peter feels his heart race. you were his dream come true. and now, he finally had you. you just didn’t know yet.

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[etoileholland]

You should consider putting your requests in the tags so that more people see it! For my request, how do you feel about some domestic slow dancing in the kitchen to soften the reader after a disagreement or hard day? Thank you!

Thank you so much for the request! I really hope you enjoy it 🥰

Lover

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: none

“How was your—”. Tom had asked when he heard you come in through the door, but before he could finish his sentence, he heard a loud thud from your bag hitting the hardwood floor, followed by a long sigh. He paid close attention to the sound of your feet shuffling across the floor, and noted when he heard you flop onto the couch.

“Was your day that bad?” He inquired. His question needed no response when all you could do was grab a pillow, hold it to your face and scream into it.

“This may have been the worst day of my life.” Your face was still pressed to the pillow, making your response muffled. You felt the pillow being removed from your face, and watched Tom place it to the side of you. He was silent, but looked at you with empathetic eyes.

“I was late to work because I narrowly missed the tube, and then ended up getting off on the wrong stop, so I had to run 10 blocks to my job.” Your response was hurried, and you had to inhale a sharp breath before continuing. “And then when I got to work, the annoying coworker from upstairs told me that I had a stain on my pants, and at first I didn’t believe him, you know? But then sure as shit, there was a blue stain on the back of my pants, and I have no idea where it came from.” You sighed. “I don’t even want to think about what it could be. And then my boss yelled at me for being late, and I almost burst into tears right in front of him.”

Tears were welling up in your eyes, and you looked up to the sky in hopes that it would stop the tears from producing. Tom, not wanting to interrupt, placed his hand on top of your knee.

“But the story gets even worse.” You added with a sharp tone. “I forgot to bring lunch, so I ran across the street to this kabob place, only to find out that my card declined for literally no good reason. I know there’s money in the bank but my card was acting up so bad, and I didn’t have enough cash to pay for it.” By now, the tears were falling down your face, but you continued on with your story. “So I ended up holding up the line until this nice lady paid for my food, and she gave me such a pitiful look.” You tilted your head downwards, letting the tears fall. The sniffles from crying were becoming frequent, and you knew that if you were to try to talk again, you would become a blubbering mess. Luckily, your day was okay after that point, but the events that occurred made you feel embarrassed.

Tom waited to make sure that you were done talking, and after a minute of waiting, he leaned forward and wrapped you in a long hug. He burrowed his head in your neck, and held you so tight that you were convinced that if he were to let go, you’d crumble. He held you as you sobbed, and rubbed soft circles on your back. “It’s okay love, I’ll always be here to console you after a rough day.”

His kind words made you cry harder, and you knew that what he said was true. Tom always listened to you when you’d come home after a hard day at work, and you were eternally grateful for him and his seemingly endless patience and kindness.

“I don’t deserve you.” You whispered.

“You do.” He whispered back. “You deserve all the kindness in the world.”

As the minutes spent in Tom’s arms passed, you were feeling better. When you were calm, you pulled apart from Tom’s embrace and placed a soft kiss to his lips.

“I love you so much.” You said softly.

“I love you so much more.” He answered, not missing a beat.

“I bet I look a mess now, with my eyes all red and puffy.” You chuckled while cracking a smile.

“You still look beautiful, but I will admit the snot bubble coming out of your nose is not a cute look.”

You playfully smacked Tom on the arm and broke out into laughter. “Rude!” You jokingly exclaimed.

“What?” Tom questioned in a playful voice. “It’s true.” He knew that the best way for you to feel better was to poke fun at you, which proved to be successful yet again.

“I’ll go get cleaned up.” You stated as you left the couch and padded towards your shared bathroom.

“Sounds good, I’ll prepare dinner in the meantime.” Tom answered.

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Tom’s love language was acts of kindness, which is why he always insisted on making dinner every night. He wasn’t the best chef, but it was the thought that counts.

Tonight was breakfast for dinner night, and since it only took a few minutes to prepare an omelette and pain perdu, he waited until you arrived to start cooking.

You loved watching Tom cook, so you quickly washed your face and made your way into the kitchen. Taking a seat on the countertop, you smiled at how serious he looked while cooking. His arm muscles flexed subtly as he whipped the egg mixture and dipped the bread into it, before placing the bread in the hot pan.

You really couldn’t have asked for a better person.

“It’s rude to stare.” Tom joked.

“Well I can’t help it when you look like that.” You remarked with a smirk. Tom’s mouth curled into a smile, and he leaned over to give you a soft yet quick kiss on the lips before resuming the cooking.

He always played music while he cooked or did chores, which was something you also did. He usually played one of his many playlists, but today he chose a playlist that has soft, romantic music.

A song you quickly recognized began to play, and your face softened. It was Lover by Taylor Swift—which is arguably one of the most romantic songs in our contemporary era. The beginning chords played, and you began to unconsciously sway to the music.

Tom, noticing your movement, turned off the stove and held his hand out to you. “Shall we dance, darling?” He inquired with a smile, and you grabbed his hand as he led you away from the stove. He placed his left hand on the small of your back, and held your right arm extended outward.

As the song played, you both swayed to the melody and waltzed around the kitchen. Tom held you close, his forehead resting against yours. He was so close you could feel his eyes fluttering closed, and his lips ghosted yours.

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close?

Tom tilted his head to kiss your lips, his touch soft and tender. He was such a gentle lover, and his affection was always so thoughtful. “You’re my lover.” He whispered to you, making you feel incredibly special.

“You’re my lover too, forever and ever.” You whispered back, breaking out into a giddy grin. “Thank you for always being there for me.” You leaned back just enough to see his face, and noticed how his gaze never left yours.

“I’ll be there for you, as long as you’ll have me.”

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[annab-nana]

“Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss” w tom 🤲🏼

he so would do this, that cheeky guy

warnings: not proofread

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tom hated to say it, but it was true. he was horrible at secrets. he just could not keep it under wraps, too excited to tell someone about whatever it was. you didn't mind it as you were always the one he told everything to. every movie spoiler known to him has hit your ears at least once.

it was only an issue when you were the one he was keeping the surprise from.

you'd offhandedly mentioned that you had never had a surprise party. naturally, tom made it his mission to make sure you had one. you'd just gotten a promotion at your job and your birthday was in a few days, so tonight was the night tom picked to throw the party.

you were supposed to be out for most of the day, but the rain kind of put a damper on your plans so you came home early, earlier than tom had expected. as soon as he heard the front door open, he popped his head out into the hallway, expecting sam or harry, but seeing you.

"heyyy, baby," he greeted, stepping back in the kitchen to set something down before walking over to you, "i thought you were going to be out with mia all day."

"i was, but," you paused as you shucked off your shoes and rid yourself of your raincoat, "the rain happened and she got a text from chris saying that he thought micah was starting to get sick and you know how much she worries about that boy."

"yeah," tom agreed while leaning against the wall a little too stiffly.

"so we're probably just gonna push off our girl's day to next week." you tried to make your way further inside, but tom moved to stand up fully sort of in your way. there was something about the way he was looking at you that was unusual, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

a small smile tugged at his lips. "come here," he whispered softly, arms open for you to walk into. your hands clasped together at the small of his back before his gentle lips came to meet yours. thinking this was just a small greeting kiss, you pulled away and tried to move further down the hall. tom, however, groaned dramatically and held you tighter. "don't leave me just yet."

you couldn't fight off your growing grin and pressed a kiss to his lips once more. he pushed it further in passion, letting his hands cup your cheeks and hold you close. while walking backward, he kept his face on yours and hoped you wouldn't look over into the kitchen.

and you wouldn't have too, if he wasn't too clumsy and tripped over his own feet, falling backward and taking you with him.

"are you okay?" you asked as a smile pulled at your lips when you pulled your head up from his chest to look at him.

before he could respond, he saw your head tilting to the side in the direction of the kitchen and sprung to action.

"you know what?" he prefaced, your eyes meeting his again, "my head does kinda hurt."

the corners of your mouth turned down into a frown. "wanna go lay down?"

"yeah."

getting off of him so he could stand up, you noticed something out of the corner of your eye, something shiny, and went to look at it. tom's lips on yours stopped you though.

"what," his mouth connecting with yours paused your query, "has gotten," another kiss, "into you to-today?"

"nothing," he muttered against your lips, "can't i just love you?"

"why do i feel like you're hiding something from me?"

he closed his eyes in minor defeat before resting his forehead on yours. "you are impossible to surprise, you know that?"

your light chuckle sounded in the air. "no sweetheart, i think you are impossible at keeping things in." he dropped his head to your shoulder and groaned dramatically. "look, i can go wherever you need me to so you can keep doing whatever you're doing so secretively," you emphasized to mess with him, "and i promise i'll be the most shocked and surprised girl you've ever seen when i come back, okay?"

tom lifted his head to meet your eyes. "you don't have to."

"i want to."

"but you already know that i'm surprising you."

you dropped your jaw in faux shock. "you're surprising me?"

"stop," he whined with a giggle.

"what? i have to get my practice in for the real surprise."

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[sourholland]

dad!Tom on his baby boy's first day of preschool

Slipping Through My Fingers || Tom Holland

for blurb night 🥲 extra sappy if you listen to slipping through my finger by abba or never grow up by taylor swift

“I just don’t think he needs—”

“Y/N,” Tom chastised sweetly. “He’s only going to preschool, it’s alright.”

The three of you were in the car on the way to August’s school. He had on cuffed blue jeans and a white wool sweater. His hair was all messy, most likely his doing after you’d tried to comb it down.

“Y/N, he knows that! Don’t you, bud?” Tom chuckled, looking into the rearview mirror and seeing him smile bashfully. “You’ll be fine, don’t even worry ‘bout it. Mum knows it too.”

For the remainder of the car ride, you all listened to music and Tom held your hand lovingly. August babbled about kicking the football around with dad and his snack you’d packed for him. When you pulled into the lot, you felt the tears starting to well up as you hopped out and scooped him out of his carseat. Tom grabbed his backpack, and told you to let him walk in by himself.

“Darling, he’s nearly five,” Tom told you. “Let the champ walk in on the first day.”

“Yeah, mum. I’m five!” August smiled up at you.

“Not five yet,” you said with a smirk. “You’re still my little four year old boy.”

The walk inside was less emotional than the car ride, seeing August walk proudly with his Paw Patrol backpack and Spider-Man lunchbox. Once you got to his classroom you all stood outside of the door and his teacher came out to greet you.

She was a tall, slender woman. Her dress had strawberries on it and she wore white stockings. August had met her on parent-teacher night, but she still got on his level and introduced herself again to him.

“Hi, August. I’m Miss Mabel!” She said with the biggest smile. “I am so excited to have you in my class this year.”

She shook both of your hands and started to talk about what their day would consist of, August antsy, waiting to be released into the room of fun colors and toys. He tugged on your hand, but you kept him out and listened to what the young woman had to say.

“August’s privacy is our utmost concern, we will be completely aware of any photographs taken of him inside school or outside on the playground. We know your circumstances are different, and I just want to personally affirm to you that I am going to do my absolute best as his teacher.”

“We really appreciate that—”

“Can I go in now?” August cut Tom off, making everyone laugh.

Miss Mabel gave him a nod of yes, making you let out of a shaky breath and hug him tightly. He kissed your cheek in anticipation, Tom rubbing your shoulder in support. You didn’t know, but he himself had some tears brimming at his waterline watching the embrace.

“Mummy loves you, alright?” You sniffled into his hair. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

Tom hugged his son and Miss Mabel brought him inside and bid you both farewell for now. You stood watching him go in for a few moments, along with some other parents watching their kids.

August didn’t look back.

Seeing as he is almost five.

Tom put his arm around you and you both began to walk back to the car when you heard a loud voice coming from the classroom.

“No, my dad actually is Spider-Man!”

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[mrs-hollandstan]

You & mob Tom fell out over you not wanting to move in with him or being part of his mafia crew

I changed this a lillll bit to fit one of my fave tropes of leaving when y/n is pregnant and Tom doesn’t know sooooo I hope you still enjoy hehe

You tried your best to pretend you didn't see him but he demanded all attention. Especially with that gaze directed towards the little girl in your arms. You'd seen Harrison around recently and you just knew that your baby girl looked just like her father and that he'd reappear, demanding you finish the conversation you refused to have nearly three years ago, settling instead, for walking out and never looking back. He'd never been fine with the decision, but now he was upset about the decision, seeing as your shared little girl was here and he'd known nothing about her. 

You'd only told him you didn't want to move in and that you didn't enjoy his career. He'd just shrugged it off, but what hurt was when you'd collected your things and disappeared in the night, blocking his number and moving out of town. But he'd found you anyways. He approaches, your eyes hooded as you stare at him, hoisting the three year old higher on your hip. He licks his lips, 

"So… when were you gonna tell me?" 

"I wasn't. And that right hand man of yours had no business doing it either." You spit. He hums, 

"Right… because it's totally acceptable to keep my daughter from me." The urge to fight him, tell him she's not his is strong, but you ignore it. You look to Evelyn, 

"You're staying with me." You scoff, 

"Yeah. I'll pass." He shoots daggers,

"Would you like me to take full custody Y/N?" He threatens. You swallow as he turns to you, staring down into your eyes, "Give me a reason to take my daughter from you." He growls. The whimper you release, at least, isn't loud enough for him to hear. He grips your arm, dragging you after him while you cradle your daughter to your hip. He practically shoves you into his car, a car seat being slid in before he climbs in beside you. He gestures to it, 

"Teach me how to use it." You don't necessarily do as you're told, you just buckle her into it, glancing up when she's settled. His eyes linger on her for a moment before they flick up to you ans then ahead at the road. You buckle yourself in, sitting quietly as his driver drives you back to the mansion you escaped from years ago. You sigh as you stare up at the dismal house, quickly unbuckling Ev from her carseat the second the car is parked. Tom moves around the car, pressing a hand to your lower back, leading you towards the front door. He gestures up the stairs once you're inside, 

"New stuff in the guest bedroom for the both of you. If you need anything, let me know." 

"Yeah, extra bedsheets and a basket." You murmur. He frowns, 

"Yeah… I'd love to see your daughter from a third-story window." He grumbles back. He turns on his heel and heads for the kitchen while you head upstairs. You inspect the guest bedroom, smiling as Evie immediately gasps and goes for the drawing table in the corner. It's easy to lose time when you're watching her create things like she always does, and before you know it, Tom comes into the room, glancing down at the little girl in the corner, 

"Look at that… didn't need the basket after all." You roll your eyes as he sits beside you, shrugging his suit jacket off. He sighs, 

"She's beautiful Y/N." He murmurs, leaning his elbows on his knees. You nod, 

"I know. She looks just like you and you've always been beautiful." He smiles,

"And yet I can't seem to keep you around." You glare at him, 

"And yet here I am being held hostage." He gestures to the door,

"I didn't lock you in. You could've strung your sheets together and made a run for it into the forest. But yet here you are, watching her have the time of her life." Glancing back at Evelyn, you chew the inside of your lip, 

"Yeah… I always seem to do that." There's a moment of silence before he speaks again, 

"I could've helped you." You shake your head, 

"I was not subjecting her to the same fate I had." You mutter. He frowns, 

"What's that supposed to mean? You let me get you pregnant. I couldn't have been that bad." 

"It wasn't you Tom, it's the fucking job. It would have killed me to have her used against us so your goddamn enemies could've gotten to you." You tell him. He frowns, 

"So… you don't hate me…" You shake your head, 

"No." He scoffs,

"You still fucking love me." 

"That doesn't matter anymore-"

"Of course it matters! I spent all this time thinking you hated me. Ans then Harrison finds out you have this little girl and I was heartbroken. That," he gestures to Evelyn, so much vulnerability in his eyes, "That's my little girl. I don't even know how she became this person because you left me." He has tears in his eyes now as you stare up at him. You swallow, 

"I can't have her used against me-" 

"I can give you a detail. Protection 24/7. I just… I hated feeling like the one person I was supposed to trust was double crossing me. I thought you hated me. Please… please, don't take her from me again. You think I liked not having you around? I fucking loved you." He explains. You blink up at him, 

"I'm scared." 

"You don't have to be. Trust me." He tells you. Glancing at Evelyn, you swallow, 

"I just don't wanna lose her." He takes your hands, 

"I… have you both." Finding his eyes, you sigh after a moment and nod, 

"Fine… but the second something happens to her, that's it. I'm done." He nods,

"You're not gonna have to worry. Anyone that touches either of you… dead on the spot." He tells you. You sigh, 

"And I don't wanna stay in this house. I've always hated this house." You admit. He nods, 

"Done." Moving in, he drags you in, his lips covering yours in a searing kiss. He drags you into his lap, stroking your hair back, 

"Fuck I missed you." He grumbles." You smile, staring down at him. He swallows, 

"What'd you name her?" Glancing over your shoulder, you smile,

"Evelyn Nicole." You admit. He smiles, 

"My mum will be… you've just inflated my mum's ego so hard." You giggle, 

"She's the best part of you." He shrugs, 

"She was… that little girl over there is the new best part." You stroke curls from his forehead, 

"This is true. Hence the name. Passing it from one to the other." He smiles, 

"She deserves the world." 

"And you know what… her father can give it to her." He nods, 

"And he intends to do so." You smile down at him, "starting now." He practically dumps you onto the couch, moving towards your daughter. When he crumbles onto the floor next to her, crossing his legs beneath him, you remember why you've loved him for so long. 

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[belovedholland]

hi! can you maybe do this new trend with Tom, “men is either good in bed or good at golf” I just wanna see him like “wha- that’s not true” you can get to decide the rest. And I love your work!! ❤️

A defeating fact || th.

W/c – 326

"Hey Tom, wanna hear a fact I learned from TikTok?" You say as you enter the living room, getting the attention of the four boys, who are scattered around the couches.

"Uh, sure?" It almost sounds like a question, as he knows you will tell him the fact either way, despite what his answer may be. He doesn’t have a choice but to say yes, and when he does, a cheeky smirk forms on your lips.

"Men are either good in bed or good at golf,” you tell him. “Nobody is both, and that's a fact." It takes him a little time to fully understand what you are saying, and when he does, his mouth falls open. 

"Wha- No! That's not true!" Tom exclaims loudly, to which the boys start laughing under their breath. 

You just give him a knowing side look with a raised brow, making Tom rethink everything you said. And the boys burst out into laughter. 

"Are you calling me bad at golf?" He asks, thinking it would be the only solution to your said “fact”. 

"I don't know." You just shrug, which makes Tom’s heart stop.

"Oh my god, are you saying I'm bad in bed?" He really hopes you were joking about all of this, because either way his ego would face defeat. 

"I don't know,” you answer once again, before turning your back to the boys and walking away, leaving Tom with an almost terrified expression, which only made the boys laugh even harder. 

Unlike Tom, the boys seem to enjoy themselves very much, their stomachs starting to cramp from all the laughing. Harry even contemplated filming everything on his phone, just so he could laugh about it again later on.

"I love that girl," Tuwaine says between his fits of laughter, Harry and Harrison nodding along. 

"Y/n?" Tom whines – extending the last synabol of your name – as he stands up, and runs after you, desperate for an answer. 

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[pbnjparker]

no way home | t. holland [smau]

an: couldn’t sleep bc of how bad my knee hurts :/ hope u enjoy this short smau!! also this is a lil comeback!!! feedback is always greatly appreciated!! also requests are open!!!! send ur requests here!!

pairing: tom holland x actress!fem!reader [taya miller fc]

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tomholland2013 naa stop it 😍 yourinstagram absolutely killed it last night ;) thank you all for the support and thank you to the most wonderful girl in the world <3 x

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user1 did he just confirm

ynupdates i know y/n is screaming rn

zendaya she showed up and showed out, as she should

yourinstagram another day another slay, PERIODD

hazosterfield y’all looked too good tf

tomholland2013 it was her <3

yourinstagram ofc it was me 😐

yourinstagram sweet angel, im so so so so so proud of you and everything you've done!!! love you 5ever <3

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yourinstagram i could write you a paragraph on how proud i am, hell maybe even a book 🥴 you’ve touched so many hearts and inspired many more. thank you for being our peter parker but especially ty for being mine <3

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ynupdates ain’t no way she’s whipped besties :(

yourinstagram it’s the curls ):

tomholland2013 you love them and me

tuwaine we’ve lost him, he’s no longer for the streets

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tomholland2013 all i do is for you <3 love u 5ever pretty girl

yourinstagram love you even more 💘

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[lnfours]

how about one of nate and the reader having to be dates for the auction and he starts to develop feelings for the reader throughout the night!

also this request from anon!

suddenly i’m dead

talk to me about nathan drake

you walked with your arm linked in his. you two matched perfectly and complimented each other well. sully had suggested that the two of you fake being a couple for the auction, just so it didn’t look suspicious.

plus he knew nate was secretly eyeing you during every meeting, so this was his plan for nate to grow some balls.

you stood at the bar top, his hand snaking around your middle and pulling you close to his side. you felt the butterflies in the pit of your stomach, his fingers softly rubbing up and down your sides. he knew what he was doing as he watched you suck in a breath, taking a sip of the cocktail you ordered.

“you two definitely look the part,” he said, taking his seat in the front,”if you sneak off, they might think you’re off to the bathrooms instead of the electrical box.”

you snorted and nate smirked,”so the whole bathroom thing is out of question?”

you whipped your head towards him and shot him a look. he laughed as sully cursed at him in the earpiece.

“just go to the box! both of you!”

he offered his hand to you and you took it,”c’mon, angel.”

the two of you walked towards the electric box, waiting for sully to tell you when the cross was coming up.

you stood against the wall, arms crossed as you looked at nate. he stood against the wall opposite of you, watching him write something down in his journal.

“updating your diary while you wait?” you joked, a smile on your face. he looked up at you and laughed, tucking it back in his inside suit pocket.

“something like that,” he said,”gotta write down my feelings down somewhere, right?”

“i suppose,” you shrugged,”also, what was with that whole bathroom joke out on the auction floor?”

he sighed,”well, i would be lying if there wasn’t a little bit of truth behind it.”

you shot him a confused look,”what do you mean?”

he pushed off the wall, walking towards you,”i guess what i mean is is that you’ve been stuck in my head since the day i met you. your smile, your laugh, the way your hair moves in the wind, the smell of your perfume, everything. it’s been stuck in my head and i can’t get it out, not that i’ve really been trying, either.”

you laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up,”nate-“

“i know you’re probably gonna say ‘i don’t date my heist partners’ or something so it’s okay-“

you cut him off by pulling on his tie, placing your lips on his in efforts to stop him and his ridiculous rambling. he was surprised at first, but kissed you back sweetly as you smiled against his lips.

“are you done?”

he nodded,”for now, yeah.”

you laughed and reached up to kiss him again, this time more passionately. his hands found your hips and pushed the both of you back up against the wall. you felt his tongue slip into your mouth, his hands roaming down to grab at your thigh.

you pulled away, your lips traveling down his throat and kissing his adam’s apple. you pulled away to face him, pointing a finger to your ear before silently telling him to be quite. he nodded, leaning back down to reconnect your lips as he pulled your thigh up and propped it up against his hip. he kissed down your chest, leaving a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses.

“the cross is next. where are we at with the power?”

you and nate jumped apart after hearing sully’s voice in the earpiece.

“great! be done in just a second.” nate lied, frantically pushing different buttons before all the lights turned off.

“great work. i’m on the move, just get to the car.”

you went to move towards the door, but was pulled back by nate grabbing your arm. he pulled you into his body, hands cupping your cheeks and kissing you again.

“we’re not done.” he whispered lowly into your ear before leading you out the auction house.

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[landothemuppet]

Hiii!! first of all, CONGRATULATIONS!! girl you definitly deserve!!! I wondered if you could do a little blurb of Tom giving a massage to reader🤭🤭🤭

hiiii ! tysm, i still don't believe it and it won't stop to up more and more! and ofc i'm gonna write this little blurb ! It's short, it's a blurb, it's fluff ! here you go, i hope you're gonna love it !

painful back, fairy fingers

word count : +450

Lying on your back looking at the ceiling, you tried to breathe deeply by closing your eyes before turning to the side. You’ve caught your biceps to stretch as quietly as possible but nothing in your manoeuvre has changed. Slowly, you sat in the bed, looking next to you to see Tom sleeping there. The handsome bastard was a lucky one and you envied him for finding sleep while you felt that only a steamroller could relieve tension in your muscles. You bent your legs with your toes at the end of the bed before bending to stretch your back, again growling as quietly as possible. You hoped to hear a possible snap of your bones, and feel your muscles relax as you stretch. But nothing, absolutely nothing relieved your pain. 

A movement beside you and a rustle to draw your attention. Tom gets up slightly wiping the sleep from his eyes.

"What are you doing," he asked you as you were always leaning over your toes.

"I can’t sleep. My back hurts."

Despite his tired eyes, Tom raised an eyebrow before smiling slightly. 

"Lie on your stomach, baby."

"What?!"

You weren’t sure you understood. How would that help you? Seriously, you tried and even dreamed that Tessa wouldn’t lay all her weight on you, but it never happened. Tom simply repeated his request and you complied. 

It only took a few seconds for you to feel Tom on your butt and his hands slipping on your skin, raising the thin layer of your top. His thumbs roll from your lower back to your shoulder blades in a strong but extremely gentle pressure at the same time. A feeling of happiness that made you moan with both pain and relief. 

Your boyfriend could feel the tension in your muscles, the build-up of stress at work, but also the social pressure you were continually under as his girlfriend. He continued to massage your skin, kneading your shoulders as if you were just a ball of bread dough. You even felt his knuckles squeeze under your shoulder blades until you felt the skin of his hands. The force he applied was perfect.

"oh" you let escape so much happiness and surprise to feel a muscle rolling under his fingers you blossomed

"oh?"

"Don’t stop. Don’t stop, you have fairy fingers, Thomas."

A little laugh escaped from his throat, a playful laugh, tired but tender. He could have so much added a salacious remark to your comment but Tom almost relished seeing you so relaxed under his fingers. He continued again and again until he noticed the light snoring emitted by you. Tom leaned over to give you a kiss in the middle of your back, happy to have been able to help you sleep. 

"Good night, darling."

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[jasntodds]

The Lucky Ones [1]

Pairing: Bartender!Tom Holland x Reader

Words: 3,018

Warnings: Swearing, talks of bad dates

Summary: You want a relationship and Tom wants to find his “one person.” The want to not be lonely left you both going on a string of bad dates. And you both had your usual spots you would go to sulk about it but, as a coincidence would have it, your spots are closed on the same night leading you both to same exact diner. And as another coincidence would have it, your server serves you each other’s meals, leading the two of you to meet. 

A/N: It’s here!! I hope you guys like this!! Lemme know what you guys think!! Next chapter will be up on Thursday!! 

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You’re sitting alone at a table, looking at the window that’s lit with the street lights and signs from across the street. The lights reflect off the wet pavement, cars swooshing by every so often. This is not your usual spot. Your usual spot is Gino’s down the street but they’re closed for a remodel for the next week and this was the next best place. Kind of.

You have this routine, one you wish to break, where you stop at Gino’s after a bad date and eat alone, listening to a playlist or an audiobook or a podcast. Anything really to make yourself seem busy and not like a loser sitting alone at a restaurant at 11pm. For you, it’s better than going to your shared apartment with your best friend, and telling her about yet another bad date, hearing how you’ll find the right person one day. It’s all gotten a little old.

And then there’s Tom.

As chance or luck or fate or whatever you wanna call it, has it, he’s sitting alone at his own table across the room from you. He, too, has a routine of going out after a bad date. His usual choice is a coffee shop, the opposite way of Gino’s but that coffee shop is closed due to a family event. It’s a small, family-owned and run coffee shop so every once in a blue moon, a wedding or graduation occurs and they close for the day to celebrate. So, Tom comes here. Unfortunate, really, that he has such a routine just because dates don’t go as planned but similar to you, it’s a easier to be alone than to go home and feel like a disappointment or get pity from his best friend.

“If you need anything, just holler.” The server says quickly, walking away just as Tom looks at his food.

“Uh, excuse me?” Tom calls, hand slightly raised in the air, seeing the blueberry pancakes are definitely not what he ordered but the server is already at the only other table with a person, delivering his food.

Tom sighs, watching and hoping she’ll notice or that you will notice but neither of you do. The server walks off before the you can comment about your wrong meal. Tom watches and you look about as defeated as he does and it doesn’t look like you’re about to bring your food up to the counter and that’s not what Tom wants to do either. You might be the only two customers in the diner but Tom doesn’t want to be a bother to anyone so, he picks up the plate and makes the short walk to the your table.

As Tom gets closer, he takes notice in how you’re dressed and your makeup. You’re not dressed like someone who just wanted to come to some random diner to eat alone. Your makeup matches your red dress while a white wire falls in the center of your chest, earbuds in both of your ears. The closer he gets to you, the more he notices there’s nothing else at your table.Nothing that indicates you’re even waiting for someone. And he wonders would drive you to be alone at the diner, too.

“Um…” Tom clears his throat, holding the plate closer to him than the table. “I think…she mixed up our meals.” Tom says quietly, you just looking up from your phone with doe eyes.

You pull out an earbud, brows furrowed. “Sorry, what?”

Tom uses his free hand to point at the plate on your table and then the plate in his hand. “I think our meals got mixed up.”

“Oh.” You let out a huff, cheeks heating up. “Yeah, I guess they did. Thank you.” You give him a soft smile, pushing his food towards him as he puts the plate down in front of you.

He has light brown hair, gelled, the front swiped over to the side. Not like a comb over, the front is swooped up to give his hair volume. And he’s wearing a burnt orange button up, matching a tie loosened around his neck, and black slacks that seem a little too big. Interesting.

“You, uh, you alone?” Tom asks and he doesn’t even know why he asked. It’s not even his business. It was a little rude in hindsight but he’s alone, so he’s not judging, just curious.

“Mm,” You hum, brows are furrow just a bit and the corner of your mouth twitches into something Tom can’t tell is a smirk or a grimace. “Because if I were alone, I’d want to tell some random guy that.”

“T- that’s…I….sorry.” Tom stutters, shaking his head in embarrassment.

You laugh softly. “It’s okay, my best friend knows where I am, shared location.” You shake your head, pulling your plate closer to you. “I am. You?”

“Yeah.” Tom chuckles, rubbing the back his neck. “I am.” He sucks in a breath, dodging eye contact.

“Why?” You scoff, unwrapping the silverware to grab a fork. Tom furrows his brows, eyes narrowing, taken aback by your bluntness. “Sorry!” You shake your head. “I just mean that it looks like you wouldn’t be.” You’re kicking yourself and feel more embarrassed than you have in ages. You did not mean to come off so blunt and rude. You gesture towards his outfit, “I didn’t mean to sound rude or anything. It just....looks like, uh,  you were...I don’t know.” You suck in a breath, furrowing your brows and shaking off the embarrassment. “Wanna sit?”

Tom chuckles and puts his plate down, opposite you. "Sure." Tom slides into the booth, using the extra set of silver wear that's wrapped in its own napkin. "Why're you alone?" He asks.

"I technically asked you first." You bite a piece of pancake from your fork.

"Said yourself you were a bit rude so..." Tom grins, cutting into his skillet.

"Ohhh, touché." You laugh. "Bad date, didn't wanna go home and listen to my friend talk about me finding someone perfect for one day." You mock with the roll of your eyes. "Your turn." You point your fork at him.

"Same." Tom laughs, taking his own bite.

"Ha-ha, very funny." You look to your plate, certain he’s messing with you.

"Oh, no wish I were joking. I'm sadly serious. I, uh," Tom furrows his brows, shrugging his shoulders. "Typically got to Ginger's coffee but they're closed." He clears his throat. “My friend thinks I should give up though, not like your friend.” A cornered smile crosses his lips when you look up to him.

"Gino's." You chortle. "Closed for remodel." 

"Wow." Tom chuckles in disbelief.

What are the odds of that all happening? A million to one? How strange that the two of you have bad dates and your usual places are closed and now you're sitting together. And the fact you both go on so many bad dates that you actually have a usual spot to sulk about it. If either of you didn't know any better, you'd both swear you were being set up.

"I'm Tom." Tom reaches across the table, hand opened.

"Y/n." You shake his hand, taking notice how calloused his hands are.

"It's nice to meet you." Tom smiles softly. "So, uh, what was so wrong with your date?" Tom asks, going back to his food.

"Oh, lemme tell you." You take a bite and leans forward after you swallow. "Pretentious asshole." You gesture a hand with a slight wave, fake shock on your face.

"Oh?" Tom raises an eyebrow, interested in what you’re about to say, mostly because you seem like you’re dying to talk about it.

"He was just so bleeeeehhhhhccckkkk." You scrunch your nose, making Tom laugh. "Like, he was trying to tell me why Lord Of The Rings was a bad trilogy and everyone likes because they're Harry Potter alternatives like what? They're nothing alike and it's not like he had a valid point or anything. It wasn't just an opinion. He tried saying shit about the score of the films and effects as if he knew what he was talking about. And then he said my shoes clashed with my outfit because of cOlOr ThEoRy." Your eyes grow wide with the biggest eye roll you can manage.

"I'm sorry." Tom laughs. "I've never seen Lord of the Rings but he sounds like a dick anyway. Color theory." Tom scoffs, looking to the side and under the table to see your shoes. "What's that even supposed to mean? Your shoes are black?"

"First of all, clear a weekend to watch those movies.” You shake your head. “Second, right????? I was on a date, not some art gala or fashion show."

"Mmmmmm maybe. Aren't they like 3 hours long or something?” Tom squints his eyes, knowing he doesn't normally watch movies that reach past the two-hour mark. “ What'd you do? Like...to leave?"

"Return Of The King is almost three and half." You laugh. "But I enjoyed my free meal, then left. Blocked his number on the walk here, did not want him to think that went well." You purse your lips before chuckling softly. "How about you? What happened?"

"That's, uh, that’s an absurd runtime, you know that, right?" Tom smirks before shaking his head. "I don't know, she....I don't care if people are materialistic. Everyone has different priorities, ya know? But, uh, she just wouldn't stop talking about money and all these nice things she has. She was bragging kind of, and hey, good for her but, uh, it came off....arrogant? And she was asking what car I drove, stuck her nose up at it. Asked what I did, also stuck her nose up at that. Thought it was weird I live with my best friend as if the housing market isn’t shit." Tom scoffs. "It was just a bit insulting at the end, how she was looking at me for having less." Toms shrugs, the lack of smile or grin on his face making you feel sorry for him.

"It's the perfect runtime for a good movie." You quip but your smile fall. "I'm sorry. That sucks. She sounds like a stuck-up bitch. I don’t know you but I don’t think you deserved that, from this little conversation. How'd you leave?"

"If you say so.” Tom huffs but a smile comes back to his face. “Um, yeah finished our meal, I paid for the record, she said she had a good time and walked to her driver. I didn't think I needed to say anything, based on how she reacted to everything I said." Tom sucks in a breath before letting out a sigh. “Then, uh, walked here.”

"Mm, sounds like we need better taste in people, I mean since you have a regular spot you go to after your dates, too." You snicker with the roll of your shoulders, leaning back in your seat.

"Yeah," Tom chuckles. "Guess so, I swear it's like every date I've been in in months has been bad."

"You're telling me," You scoff. "Trust me, I have been on worse dates."

"I don't know, I've been on some pretty bad ones." Tom smirks and it's like this silent competition started between the two of you. Who's been on the worst dates.

It's definitely not a conversation either of you have had with another stranger before, but there's something a bit freeing about it. When it's with your friends, you both feel like you'd just be complaining, especially lately. Or that maybe you're just being too picky about who you want to date which is not true but everyone should be picky about who they want to date and who they don't. But, with the two of you talking about your bad dates together, it feels like you aren't really alone in it, your streaks of bad dates is turning into a fun and light-hearted, open conversation. And it doesn't feel judgmental or pitting and you both take responsibility when you don't handle the dates well either. It's fun for you both and before either of you even know it, an hour has gone by, plates shoved off to the side with your utensils resting in the empty dishes.

"Okay, I had this one where she invited her friend." Tom says, arm resting on the back of his seat.

"Oh, so horrible," You fake pouts.

"Nah," Tom shakes his head. "That's not the bad part. I didn't even mind, wish she would've asked first or given a heads up but it was fine, until I realize I'm like the third wheel." Tom laughs as he runs a hand through his hair.

"Noooo." You giggle.

"Yeah! We, uh, get to the movie and her friend is with her, so okay that's fine.” Tom’s brows pinch together for a millisecond. “So, I offer to pay for her friend as well, some people are more comfortable with a friend. But then, I end up sitting next to her friend, I made 3 trips to the concessions for 'em, they whispered to each other the whole time. I tried to make a comment and her friend told me to be quiet because she was watching the movie. And so we go mini golfing after, I'm not kidding I don't think either of them said five words to me!"

You bursts out in laughter. "That's so rude!"

"I know! I tried to make conversation but they ignored me the whole time. It sounds like I'm being dramatic about it and I wish I was." Tom laughs, knowing that was the weirdest date by far he's been on.

"I would have been pissed," You shake your head. "I had this guy once, invite me on a date to his house which, hey, red flag but I went anyway." You sigh but your smile stays. "Turns out, he didn't want a date, he needed someone who had 'motherly vibes' to come over and babysit for him. It was like his nephew or something."

"What?" Tom asks, voice riddled in confusion.

"Yeah! He told his sister he'd babysit for extra cash and we're like 21 or something, but he didn't know the first thing about kids so his thought process was to get on a dating app and scope out women to help him. And I had to be gone before his sister got back so she wouldn't know some random person was there with her child."

"What'd you do?"

"Oh, I mean I stayed because I did not trust that man with a child." You chortle. "And then I found his sister on Facebook and told her what happened because she should know what her brother is up to. She was thankful I told her."

"That's so stupid." Tom groans with his head back.

"I know! Gosh," You sigh, leaning back in your seat as your phone dings.

Are you ok? Getting worried 😩

There’s disappointment in reading the text. You don’t really want to leave. Sure, talking about bad dates doesn’t sound like fun, but it is with Tom. Actually, this is the most fun you’ve had with a stranger in months. He’s really good company, and he’s funny, and really nice to look at. But, with the text from your best friend, you know it’s about time to head home. You have work in the morning anyway.

"Uh, Jess is getting worried." You rest your phone back on the table. "I have an idea."

"Oh, no." Tom jokes.

"So, we have not settled who's been on worse dates so how about we go on dates once a week, new people, and see who can go on the worst dates. Worst like we laugh about it, not worst as in dangerous ones, we meet up here after and talk about it." You offer, biting your bottom lip, hoping he’ll agree just because you want to see him. You know if you were to ask him on a date, he’d end up being another bad date and you’d like to not ruin the idea of him so soon.

"Doesn't that sound.....I don't know...a bit crazy?" Tom chuckles.

It sounds crazy and like a bad idea. As far as Tom's concerned, he considers you both lucky these are the kind of bad dates you've been on so far. Going on bad dates on purpose, seems like tempting fate a little bit. But, on the other hand, he is having a really good time with you.

"Absolutely but, clearly, we both have shitty taste in dating potential so we might as well make it fun if we're gonna go on bad dates anyway." You wiggle your eye brows and offer him a teasing grin.

"Yeah, okay." Tom agrees, leaning forward. "What works best for you?"

"I work 9-5 Tuesdays through Friday, 9-noon on Saturdays. So, anytime after those hours,"

"I work until 4 to 10 Tuesday through Friday and Saturdays I work till 5 to midnight. So, Mondays and Sundays are easiest."

"What do you do? Those are gross hours." You grimace at the thought of working from the middle of the afternoon until late at night.

"Bartender." Tom holds up his glass of water. slightly tilting it back and forth.

"Huh, didn't expect that." You raise your brows quickly and you’d like to see him in his element. You always stop to watch the bartending videos on TikTok.

"What were you thinking?" Tom chuckles softly.

"Until I heard your hours, some office job." You snort.

"I couldn't sit still that long, don't have the attention span.” Tom shakes his head, the idea of an office job making his skin crawl. “What about you? What do you do?"

"Vet tech." You beam with joy.

"Didn't expect that," Tom grins. You gesture a hand out, urging for him to explain, "Expected retail until you said your hours were consistent."

"Yeah, no not since college luckily." You look at your phone as it dings again. You shake your head, unlocking it and bringing up the messaging app and to a new message screen. "Here." You slide your phone to Tom. "Send a text to yourself, we'll have each other's numbers."

"Right, yeah." Tom chuckles, taking the phone and sending himself a smiley emoji from your phone. "All set." Tom gives you a cornered smile.

"Well, I'll...text you then?" You ask, getting up from your seat.

"Okay." Tom gains a soft and bashful smile as you grab your things, walking past him and towards the door, leaving him alone in the diner but feeling a lot less lonely.

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Lost In Translation - T. Holland Imagine

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“Okay, I’ve got the salad tossed, the bread in its basket, the silverware laid…what am I missing?” Tom’s mother bustles in between the kitchen and dining room to admire her work and seek out any adjustments. It is safe to say she is antsier for the arrival of Tom’s partner than he is. The same goes for the rest of his family, who are waiting in anticipation in the living area.

“All we’re missing is Tom’s new bird…” Harry chides from his position on the couch, before taking a whiff of his younger brother sitting beside him. “And some deodorant for Paddy.” Harry’s nose crinkles in disgust at the odor reeking from the adolescent.

“It’s musk. The girls dig it.” Paddy sighs, nestling further into the couch.

“We’re here to make a good impression on Tom’s girlfriend, not poison her.” Nikki tries shielding her giggle whilst saying ‘girlfriend’ and spares a stern face at her son from the entryway to the living area. “Paddy, go put on some deodorant.”

“But—“ the young man tries intervening.

“Patrick,” his mother warns, earning some “oohs” from the surrounding audience. Sam and Harrison also resided in the living room, dressed to impress and musk-free in expectation of Y/N. Paddy sighs and defeatedly trudges a path to his bedroom.

“Napkins!” Nikki gasps, snapping her fingers before turning her attention to the others waiting. “Would any of you boys like to help me?”

“Not it.” Harrison brings the tip of his pointer finger to his nose.

“Not it.” Harry follows.

Sam, the most mature of the bunch, simply rolls his eyes with an accepting smile. “I’ll help you, mum.” He follows her back into the kitchen, while Nikki calls back to Tom.

“Is she close?” As she finishes her query, Tom’s phone begins jingling with your designated ringtone.

Truly, madly, deeply, I am

Foolishly, completely falling

And somehow you’ve–

“Simp!” His younger brother hoots from a few feet away. Tom ignores his comment and answers your call with a newfound flush on his cheeks.

“Hey love, you close?”

“Yeah, the driver estimates another five minutes. Sorry, I’m running behind, my flight landed late. I hope the food’s not getting cold.” He can sense your cringe on the other side of the phone and attempts to settle your nerves.

“You are fine darling. Just make sure to compliment my mom’s cooking and mention how young she looks for her age. You’ll have her blessing in no time.” Tom advises with a hearty laugh.

♡♥︎♡♥︎♡

“You must be Y/N! Welcome in, how are you doing dear? How was your flight? Would you like a cuppa or a place for your coat?” The barrage of questions being heaved at you by Tom’s mother is overwhelming, but nothing you can’t handle. You meet her in the middle of the door for a gentle hug.

“I’m perfectly fine, thank you. Tom never told me he had a sister.” You catch sight of your boyfriend a few feet away and send him a wink. Judging by his tapping foot and wiggling fingers, it is clear he is also itching for an embrace with you. Nevertheless, he offers a supportive thumbs up.

“Oh, please! You’re giving me too much credit. I’m his mother, Nikki.”

“Well, you could have fooled me.” Only seconds after being invited in is when Tom takes the chance to envelop you in his arms and press a small kiss to the top of your hair.

“I should have picked you up from the airport.” He mumbles against the crown of your head. “I would have had time to brief you. My mom’s a proper interviewer to anybody we try bringing home.” You squeeze him just as tight in reassurance.

“I think I’ll be fine. We’re already on a first-name basis.” You cheer excitedly in a whisper. “Besides, I didn’t want to take time away from you and your family. They probably missed you tons.”

“Stupid Tom…Harry…bloody deodorant…I’ll wear my musk if I want to…” Paddy mutters the insults during his trek into the kitchen, not even stopping to introduce himself.

“Yep, really feeling the love.” Fortunately, the twins and Harrison are kind enough to spare you a greeting. You felt less confident in your social skills around Sam, because like Nikki, it was your first time meeting him. He appeared to take kindly to you, though. Everything was going swimmingly, up until dinner. Specifically, when Nikki placed the large serving of bangers and mash in the center of the table.

“Oh, yes!” Harrison cheers from his seat, pumping a fist into the air.

“A classic. You can’t beat it.” Sam shakes his head. You could spot Paddy trying not to drool once the aroma hit his nostrils.

“She follows my great grandmother’s recipe down to every detail. It’s her best dish. People just can’t get enough once they try it. Here, I’ll fix your plate.” Tom whispers from his seat beside you. You squeeze his thigh in appreciation as he leans over the table to fix your plate first. While he does this you start a conversation with Nikki from across the table, providing her answers to questions she would otherwise try getting from Tom’s numerous stories featuring you.

You wasted no time bringing a forkful of the dish into your mouth when everyone’s plate looked full and ready for devouring. The flavorful masterpiece that is Nikki’s cooking made you moan in delight and lean back against your chair. After all, nothing could beat a home-cooked meal.

“How is it, love?” There were so many ways to complement a chef’s cooking. And a million more options played out in your head on how to flatter Tom’s mother further, despite the fact that you were doing a pretty good job thus far. You recall the several times the boys threw out some English jargon in conversations and figured you had a grasp on most of the definitions pretty well. You knew what a cuppa was the moment Tom’s hand grasped the mug and tea kettle. The rest of what they say daily isn’t a difficult vernacular to learn.

“Nikki, this dish is minging!” You exclaim.

Immediately, Tom is coughing the bite of food that will no longer sit well in his stomach. Harry’s eyes go wide from across the table and the only sound that follows is a brisk gasp and Paddy’s fork clinking against his plate.

“You…you mean that?” Her voice wavers, but you don’t catch it. You are too confident in your endeavor to please her, you keep going.

“Absolutely!” A thick tension drowns the room when her eyes leave yours in exchange for her son’s, sitting directly to your left. Her stare hardens into something insulted.

“Thomas…” Tom’s eyes shift down to you, eyebrows furrowing.

He demands, “Y/N, what are you doing?”

“What? I’m being honest! The dish is minging.” You spare an innocent smile, but it looks sinister from Nikki’s viewpoint.

“Leave.” Nikki orders from her spot at the table, fighting back tears. You and Tom both look at her in surprise.

“Excuse me?” You gulp.

“I said leave. I will not allow you to sit here and slag off about my cooking. Thomas, how could you bring such an inconsiderate–”

“Inconsiderate?” You scoff. “Saying your dish is minging is a compliment.” At that moment, you swore you saw a hell flame spark in the woman’s eyes.

“Y/N!” Tom mutters in a scolding manner, now looking gutted by your words. The same expression can be found in the other patrons at the table, making you all the more confused.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“You did something wrong when you stepped through our front door thinking you could call my grandmother’s recipe disgusting and get away with it.” Nikki barks with folded arms.

“Disgusting?” You whimper. “N-no. I said it was minging.” you puncuate your last word clearly and loudly, making the cringe on Tom’s face that much more obvious.

“Yeah. we heard you the first time, Y/N.” Harry quips, scratching at the back of his neck nervously.

“Then, where’d you get the impression that I think it’s disgusting? This is one of the best dishes I’ve had.” You defend, still perplexed by the faces of concern spread around the table.

“If it's the best dish you’ve ever had then why’d you call it minging?” Tom questions from beside you.

“Because it is!” This spurred Nikki to release another frustrated huff. “Minging means good, no?” As soon as your ask hits the air, the entire atmosphere changes. Nikki unfolds her arms with quirked eyebrows. Harry and Harrison begin their own muttered conversation while Tom begins chuckling beside you.

“Wait, wait..��� he shakes his head, curls flopping about. “You think minging means…” he trails off, allowing you to finish.

“Good. It means good.” Nikki’s demeanor changes completely. The woman who, seconds ago thought you were beckoning her wrath, falls into a fit of giggles. Harry and Harrison follow shortly thereafter, and Paddy follows suit.

“What’s going on?” You turn to face Tom, who is also harmonizing in the boisterous laughs.

“You…you think…think that minging is a compliment?!” he sputters out through pants of laughter.

“Yeah…is it not?”

“Darling, minging means the exact opposite. You just called my mum's food disgusting!” Tom shakes his head before joining in his family’s laughter once more. Meanwhile, your mouth falls open in awe at your blunder. A viscous heat overcomes your body as you sink further in your chair, mouthing a sincere apology to Nikki sitting across the table. Tears from the unexpected laughing fest glisten in the corners of her eyes as she consoles you from her spot at the table.

“That’s quite alright, dear. I haven’t laughed that much in a while.” She rests a hand against her chest, right above her heart, and sucks in a few deep breaths.

“Forgive me. I guess I got lost in translation back there.” You shyly tuck a piece of hair behind your ears.

“Help me with the dishes, and we’ll call it even.”

♡♥︎♡♥︎♡

“I really am sorry. I didn’t mean any harm by what I said. I’ve heard Tom use the term a few times with my cooking and…” You sigh in defeat, taking the soaking wet plate from Nikki’s hand.

“You didn’t know any better. It’s alright, we all have our cock-ups.” You turn to her with raised eyebrows. “I mean, mistakes. As for your cooking,” she passes you another plate to dry, “I could lend you a few tips.”

“I’d love that.” You turn your attention away from your hushed conversation to hear the boys in the living room, still cackling about your previous blunder.

“Any tips on how to get my boyfriend to stop laughing at me?”

Nikki smirks.

A few minutes later, you stomp into the living room and point accusingly at Tom, who is sitting on the couch. “Quit laughing at me, or there will be no snogging for a month!” Immediately, Tom’s lips come together.

“Done.” He says, joined by his brother’s voices and Harrison’s, who are all harboring cheeky smiles.

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[etoileholland]

a series of unfortunate events

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.4k

anonymous asked: Oh oh oh! What if you wrote about Tom and Y/N's first date and everything, absolutely EVERYTHING goes wrong. And while Tom doesn't think Y/N will say yes to a second date, which is super disappointing because he really likes her and he tried soooo hard, but of course, she wants to go on a second date with him because she likes him too!

A/N: thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy and requests are open! 

When Tom woke up today, he knew that luck was on his side. In fact, he was confident that your date with him would be the best date that he’s ever been on. He planned everything out, had picked an outfit the night before, and even purchased a bouquet of your favourite flowers a day before the date.

A week prior, when saw you at a museum in London, he knew it was love at first sight. Harry and Sam egged him on to ask you out, but the moment you locked eyes with Tom, he was weak in the knees. It took some courage, but when he approached you and asked for your number, he was surprised that you gave it to him. In his eyes, you were a walking masterpiece alongside the Monet’s and the Michelangelo’s.

After a week of texting and calling, he asked you on a proper date to a restaurant of your choosing. You chose an Italian restaurant that he hadn’t been to before, but he made a reservation to ensure that you two would be able to eat there.

The lead up to the actual date went well, even down to securing a reservation only a few days prior. It almost seemed that things were going too well.

“I knew luck was on my side.” He said to himself when he awoke the day of your date.

But boy, that would become further from the truth.

“Oi, what happened to my slacks?” Tom hollered across the shared house with his brothers and friend. He knew that someone must’ve heard him, so he exclaimed the same sentence again, a bit louder this time, but once again, silence. Tom examined the rips and holes in his slacks, and bounded out of his room and towards Harrison’s.

“Mate, do you know what happened here, hm?” He huffed. Harrison, who was sitting on his bed, slumped his shoulders forward. His gaze refused to meet Tom’s, who was leaning against the door frame. “When I took a shower, my bedroom door was closed, but when I got out, it was wide open. Care to explain what went on?”

“About that…” Harrison trailed off. “I may have left your door open after returning your charger, and Tessa may have…um…entered.”

Tom sighed loudly, and craned his neck upwards. Harrison noticed the visible vein throbbing on Tom’s forehead, and he lurched off the bed and walked over to Tom.

“I’m really sorry mate. I know you were wanting to wear that suit on your date tonight.” Harrison placed his hand on Tom’s shoulder, and gently patted it. “But don’t worry, it’s only small bite marks so it can easily be repaired to be good as new.”

Tom, who was silent, just huffed before turning on his heels and began to walk back to his room. When he was inside, he flopped onto his bed. “It’s fine,” he said out loud, “I’ll just have to wear something else.” He wanted to wear his maroon suit to the date with you, but now he would have to find a different one. There were other suits he could wear, but that one was his favourite, and he wanted to wear something that made him feel confident. “You know what?’ He questioned to himself. “Nothing could ruin my day, nothing at all.” 

It took him about fifteen minutes to find a suit that he deemed worthy of wearing tonight, but he knew that it was time well spent. Even if that meant showing up just a teeny bit late to your house. He was set to pick you up at 6:30, but he was leaving at 6:15. Your place was only about 10 minutes away, that is, if the traffic is good. 

Tom grabbed his car keys and rushed out of the house, not even bothering to lock the front door behind him. Getting inside his car and starting it up, he drove like a bat out of hell to your place.

The dashboard clock read 6:55pm when he arrived at your house, which was later than he would’ve liked. Anxiety was beginning to set in, but Tom tried to bury it. With shaky hands, he pressed your doorbell. “I can’t believe I’m late.” He remarked to himself, “She’s gonna think I’m a flake.” 

Yet, all of his anxious thoughts dissipated when he saw you.

You looked ravishing in that long dress, so much so in fact that it took the words right out of Tom’s mouth.

“You, um, you look..” He trailed off as he tried to find the right word to describe your beauty.

Angelic, Gorgeous, Ethereal, Awfully Beautiful…he thought.

“Awful.” He uttered. Once he heard the word come out of his mouth, he slapped his hand over his mouth. “Shit!”

Tom watched as your smile turned into a grimace, your eyebrows furrowing downwards. Stuttering, he blurted out, “I-I meant to say you look ‘awfully beautiful, yes.”

You watched as he placed a hand on the nape of his neck, his gaze diverted downwards towards the pavement. His face was beet red, and he was using his hair in an attempt to cover his eyes.

Talk about making a good first impression, Tom thought to himself.

“I’m so sorry.” He hurriedly uttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s fine.” You replied. “I trip over my words a lot too.”

He shot his head up to see if he heard you correctly, and when you smiled softly at him, he knew that you were really fine. “Really?”

You laughed lightly, “yes, don’t worry about it.”

Tom, satisfied with your answer, nodded. “Good, now let’s head out.”

Being the gentleman he was, he held his hand out for you to grab as you walked towards his car. He opened the passenger side door, and carefully closed it behind you. As he got in to the driver’s side, he took a deep breath before driving to the Italian restaurant that you chose.

The drive went well, with the radio playing a mix of oldies. A serene Beatles song played in the background, to which Tom hummed along. A smile erupted on your face as you saw that he was enjoying himself. He. You noticed that he was a calm driver, and drove intently and safely.

You sat up a bit straighter in your seat, but you noticed there was some resistance when you moved.

Well that’s odd, you thought to yourself as you tried to get rid of the tension of your dress. As you leaned to the left to look down at your dress to see where it was caught at, you saw that it was shut in the door of the car, with a small rip in the hem. There was nothing that could be done about it, and you didn’t want to bring it up to Tom, so you sat in silence until you arrived at the restaurant.

The restaurant was only twenty minutes away, but with the London traffic, it took about 45 minutes to get there.

Tom, now antsy from having sat in traffic, began to tap the steering wheel. He glanced at the dashboard and noticed that it was nearly 8pm, which was about an hour later than he intended to eat dinner. “I hope it’s not too late to eat dinner.” He commented sheepishly.

“Oh not at all.” You waved your hand in front of you. To be honest, you were quite hungry, but you didn’t want to make Tom feel even worse than you knew he was probably already feeling. Tom turned off the car and did a jog to your side of the car. Before he could open it, you went to grab the hem of your dress that was caught in the door at the exact time that Tom was opening the door, which caused the bottom of your dress to rip.

The look on both of your faces were in complete shock, as both of your gazes moved to the ripped fabric in your hand.

“I am so sorry.” He gasped, “I had no idea that your dress was caught in the door, and I would’ve been more careful had I known.” His words strung together in one fast sentence, his face becoming beet red again.

You couldn’t hide the frown that came over your own face, but you dismissed the accident. “Just goes to show that the material is cheap quality.” You shrugged.

Tom couldn’t believe it. Here he had ripped your dress, and shown up late, which made you late for your reservation.

“Oh no, the reservation!” He exclaimed as he grabbed your hand and hurriedly rushed you inside the restaurant. As he made his way to the maître d'hôtel, he took a deep breath before speaking. “A reservation for two, under the name Tom Holland.”

The maître d'hôtel looked at the reservation book, and his eyebrows furrowed. “I’m sorry Mr. Holland, but your name is not on here.”

Registering what the man said, Tom’s mouth contorted into a frown. “Are you sure? I made the reservation a few days ago, which I know is short notice, but I was told that the reservation was set.”

The maître d'hôtel looked Tom straight in the eye with a matter of fact tone. “I can assure you that you are not reserved for tonight. Would you like me to check to see if you’ve been scheduled for another night?”

Tom nodded and waited for the man to inform him of when the reservation was. He looked over his shoulder to see you standing near the doorway, and he gave you a small smile.

“Huh.” The maître d'hôtel remarked. “It seems that you made a reservation for the 2nd of February of next year.”

“So you mean to tell me I booked a reservation for today’s date next year?”

“That’s correct.”

“You’ve gotta be joking”

“Do I look like I’m joking, Mr. Holland?” The maître d'hôtel asked flatly. Tom looked around to see that others were watching him, and he shrugged his shoulders. He felt your presence right next to him, and he watched as you leaned against the podium.

“Is there a problem?” You asked Tom.

“Well, we don’t have a reservation for tonight, but we do have one for next year.”

“Oh.” You answered as you looked at the head waiter. “Even though we don’t have a reservation tonight, is there any chance we could still eat here?”

The man shook his head. “I’m sorry, but we don’t have an open table tonight.”

Dejected, Tom turned to give you a sad look. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s fine.” You said to Tom. “But we would like to keep that reservation.” You commented confidently. Both the maître d'hôtel and Tom gave you a shocked look, but you didn’t react to their reactions.

“Well then, have a nice night, and sorry for the confusion. See you both next year.”

—

Tom held open the door for you, and stood in the center of the sidewalk. He watched as people weaved around you two, and he brought his hands up to his face. “I’ve blown it.” He exasperatedly stated. “I cannot believe I’ve blown it.”

You stepped closer to Tom and placed your hand on his arm. “You’ve gotta admit, it is pretty funny that you managed to book a reservation for next year.” You chuckled in an attempt to soften the mood. Tom didn’t laugh at your remark, instead he glanced at the ground.

“I was late to pick you up, and I closed your dress in the car door and now it’s all ruined. And to make it worse, I somehow managed to make a reservation for next year. So now it’s past 8pm and we still haven’t eaten dinner, and now I’m just remembering that I had bought you flowers that are still sitting on my kitchen counter.” Tom rambled hurriedly. He was shifting his weight from the ball of his foot to his heel, his gaze still fixed to the ground. “And I can’t even look you in the eye to tell you that I’ve royally screwed up this date.” He threw his hands in the air, and allowed them to fall heavily.

You took a minute to ponder what Tom had brought up. Yes, he had ruined your dress and showed up late, and he did somehow manage to fumble the reservation. But to be completely honest, these events didn’t change the way you saw him. You still liked him, even if the night didn’t go well—nothing could change that. “Do you really think you ruined the date?”

Tom’s gaze shot up from the ground to meet yours. His eyes scanned your face to see if you were lying, but when you gave him a soft smile, his eyes softened. “I didn’t ruin the date?” He took a step closer to you, and put his hands in the pockets of his slacks. “B-But I ruined your dress and the reservation and—”

“Honestly, this is the most memorable date I’ve ever been on.” You clicked your tongue and laughed. “If it were anyone else, I would’ve been fuming that the night didn’t go as planned, but with you—” You took a step towards Tom, closing the gap between you two. As you reached up to fix a fallen curl off of his forehead, you felt him soften under your touch. He reached for your wrist and placed it to your side, only before grabbing your hand.  “I’m just glad that you even asked me on a date. And to be completely honest, it doesn't matter what restaurant we go to, or what goes wrong. I’m just happy to spend time with you.”

Tom looked into your eyes, and cocked his head to the right. You two were standing only inches apart, and you placed a delicate kiss on his cheek. “At least we’ll get to try the Italian restaurant next year.”

Tom threw his head back and guffawed, his Adam’s apple bobbing with his laughter. When he stopped laughing, he placed his hand on your back. “Even though the date isn’t over yet, and while I’m feeling confident, will I get a second date with you?” He inquired, his hands still in his pockets. 

“Only if you buy me dinner tonight.” You smirked.

“I’ll buy you dinner forever, if you’ll let me.” He smiled.

You smiled back at Tom, but placed a hand on your stomach. “I’m serious, I’m actually  really hungry now.”

“Me too.” He answered back, “where would you like to go?”

As if on cue, you both looked around at the shops that lined the street. Since it was late, a lot of places weren’t open, but one restaurant was.

“I know where we can go.” You smirked.

You two were the fanciest dressed at Shake Shack, as you shared a milkshake with your meals. Tom would occasionally feed you a fry, and you would do the same. As you ate, you both cracked jokes and enjoyed each other’s company.

It didn’t matter where you went, or when a where you would end up eating dinner at—all that mattered was that you were spending time together, with him. 

——

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[annab-nana]

Hi Anna, I hope I am not too late to request “I wish we could live together already.” prompt with Tom Holland ;)

omg yes, here you go angel :)

warnings: not proofread, use of pet names (darling)

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"thank you for coming," tom whispered into the darkness that surrounded you two. "you have no idea how much i was missing you. sam thought i might go crazy when he came a couple of weeks ago."

your smile widened against the fabric of his shirt as you snuggled further into his chest.

"honestly, so was i, but it's only three more weeks after i leave, right?"

"supposed to be, yeah." the way he said that made you think it could possibly be a bit longer so you didn't press the subject.

being in his arms made you realize just how much you'd longed to be there since he left for filming. he started nearly five months ago. he visited you after the first month when his schedule cleared a little bit. you'd planned to come to him a few weeks after his visit, but the week leading up to it, two people in your department at work quit with no warning, leaving you with all the work to do by yourself.

you were devastated that you couldn't see tom, but he assured you that it was alright. he was too busy with filming anyway, so there wouldn't have been a lot of time spent together. you got a good pay raise out of it so that was a plus. it took them a while to find replacements and when they did, you had to do a lot to help train them, but now, you could finally take a bit of a break.

you squeezed your arms tighter around him and tried to be even closer to him though it was almost impossible. "i missed you so much. i wish i could be with you all the time."

tom smiled and pressed a kiss to your head. "me too, darling."

after a good bout of silence of just you and tom lying together in his bed, tom muttered the words, "i wish we could live together already."

he thought you were already asleep, if not close to it, so when you lifted your head to look at him, you heard his small but quick intake of breath.

"why can't we?" you suggested.

"i-" he paused to ponder it. "i don't know. i just figured with me traveling so much, it wouldn't make a lot of sense and you already live so close to your job. it's logical you'd want to stay there and i don't want to pull you from there, but i want to stay living near my family and-"

"tom?" you called, pausing his speech so you could speak. "yes, you travel a lot, but after each trip, you'd be coming home to me. yeah, my job is close to where i work, but i don't mind a longer commute or even looking for another job if that means i get to live with you. and i love your family, so being close to them would be good for me too. tom, i love you and you are my home, so if you're serious about living together, then i am too."

though it was difficult to see in the dark, his smile was always hard to miss. "have i mentioned how much i love you?"

you giggled before pressing your lips to his in a quick peck. "you may have mentioned it once or twice."

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[sourholland]

ooh! can you do a bestfriends to lovers blurb with tom!! maybe an angry confession or jealousy (anything really, upto you!)

a little more angsty than i imagined but enjoy

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“Why are you so upset,” you breathed, staring at Tom with burning eyes and chapped lips.

He was walking you home from a party in Greenwich, snow crunching underneath your sneakers. He, unlike yourself, was not a New York City native and had no idea where you were half-drunk leading him. Tom was a gentleman, though—when you told him you were only a ten minute walk and wished for air, he refused to let you leave alone.

When you left the party, he had looked rather upset with you and helped you out the door chastely and without a word. He never complained that you hadn’t taken an Uber. The tip of your nose had gone numb and raw with the cold, every few seconds Tom would glance at you as you wiped at it with your sleeve until it grew irritated.

“I’m not upset, who said I was upset?” He shrugged, looking down at his feet.

“You’re acting pissed off,” you tried to brush your arm with his, cheeks aching and flushed with a buzz. “You barely talked to me all night. You just got here yesterday and you told me all week that all you wanted to do on your visit was see me.”

Your voice cracked a bit, he only continued to look at his feet and kick at a few stones on the sidewalk. His nose was running slightly, hair askew and eyes tired from what you could only assume was jet lag. You put a hand on his shoulder but he shrugged you off, shaking his head again.

“Okay, what the fuck?” You finally said, voice raising slightly. “You don’t talk to me all night, now you won’t let me touch you? What’s your problem?”

He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, finally looking at you with narrowed eyes. His expression read frustration and disdain, sucking his teeth and inhaling deeply.

“You’re selfish, Y/N. That’s my fucking problem,” he finally spoke.

“What?” You say, tone sharp with confrontation and sarcasm. “How am I selfish? Tell me, please. Enlighten me, Tom.”

“I put work on hold to come here. I begged my team on this next project of mine to postpone meetings and scheduled events. I practically fucking moved my entire next month around to fly to another continent to see you.”

“Tom—“

“No. Let me finish,” he bit back. “I planned my entire visit around you! When I get back to London, I am going to be running myself into the fucking ground to get caught up with things. Then—as if you see this as some big cosmic joke—I get here and you don’t even want to go out alone with me. So I go to your party like you wanted and you somehow end up fucked up enough that you’re in some other guy’s lap before midnight.”

Silence. There was complete and utter silence while you both stood and looked at one another on the desolate and deserted New York City sidewalk. His lips were dry and his nose pink from the cold. He watched you hiccup, still slightly drunk but sobering with his harsh words.

“Selfish,” you finally murmured. “Perhaps you are no so out of line for calling me selfish.”

“No,” he said, shortly. “Perhaps not.”

“Did I ruin everything?” You whispered, wringing your fingers and trying to read him.

Tom stared at you for a long while, he pressed his heel into the snow and finally shook his head slowly. His lips were pressed into a line, his eyes sad, but he gave you a look that said you might still have a chance to reconcile after all. That your selfishness was not so irredeemable.

“I’m not—I’m not good at these things,” you say, breaking the silence once again. “I’m selfish and abrasive and probably have some kind of commitment issues, I don’t know. I’m drunk so just tell me to shut up, but I don’t want to ruin this, whatever it is.”

“Okay,” he finally said.

“Okay?”

Tom held out a hand that said ‘talk tomorrow’, without words. You nodded and took his cold fingers in your own to walk the rest of the way to your apartment.

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[mrs-hollandstan]

okay now that ik we’re doing this fr LMFAO def gonna need a labor and delivery blurb w y/n & tom i can def see it being chaotic and hilarious 😭 & then all the girls + the boys meet baby mia 🥺🥺

Missin this series 🥺 check out Make Me Love You in my bio for more of this ☺️

"Shit…" Tom stumbles, eyes still puffy from sleep, hair still a mess, and you're pretty sure the shoes he just put on are reversed but… he's ready for this baby and with the pain you're currently in, so are you. He grabs your hand and the baby bag by the door before he's heading out, unlocking the car. He takes a deep breath, 

"Can't believe we'll be bringing our baby girl home in the same car we fucked in in college." He murmurs. You groan, 

"The thought of sex right now makes me want to give you a vasectomy myself." He swallows, not responding before he's helping you into the car. It's deep breaths all the way to the hospital and you can hear Tom's phone vibrate with the texts from the group chat, following his announcement that you were in fact, in labor. 

Tom let's you squeeze his hand, coaxing you through the pain as you push. He strokes sweaty strands of hair from your face, 

"Doing so good darling. You're almost there." He tells you, kissing your cheek. And he's right. In two more pushes, a wail cuts the air, and Tom glances up to see his baby girl being laid on a towel. He's quickly handed scissors to cut her umbilical cord before she's ushered away to be cleaned and have her vitals taken. 

Soon enough, the three of you are left alone, Tom watching you drag your top down, your little girl latching to your nipple without a hitch. He worms his way behind you, resting his chin over your shoulder. He watches Mia suckle, your head coming to rest back against his shoulder, 

"You two are so beautiful." He murmurs, kissing your jaw. You hum, 

"I don't feel beautiful. I feel gross." You murmur. He chuckles, 

"You could never be gross. You'll always be beautiful. And look at this." He reached out and strokes Mia's head, "How could you feel gross when you just brought this into the world?" He poses. Glancing up at him, he stares down at her for a moment longer before his eyes meet yours,

"She is pretty perfect huh?" You pose. He nods,

"Almost as perfect as her mother."

"No, she's much more perfect than her mommy. Look at that little face." You trail a finger across her cheek. He smiles, 

"She is very beautiful darling." He mumbles. Laying your head back against his shoulder, you sigh, 

"That was… the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I am so tired." You murmur. He kisses your bare shoulder, 

"You deserve the world ya know." You hum, 

"I deserve sleep. You can have your skin to skin because I'm about to pass out." He chuckles, 

"Once she's done feeding, I'll take her." He tells you. You nod. 

It doesn't take long for her to finish and stare up at the both of you so inquisitively, it makes your heart heart. Tom takes her once he's shed his shirt and once you've snapped a few photos of the two of them, it's easy to slip into peaceful, much needed sleep.

A few days later, you're discharged, watching Tom strap your little girl into her carseat. You smile down at him, 

"Look at that Mia, mommy isn't the only girl that can crumble your daddy to his knees." He grumbles, sighing when you brush your fingers along his shoulder,

"I'm kidding love. Promise." He nods before he's standing straight, hoisting the car seat up. You coo down at your baby who stares up at you with gorgeous, sparkling, chocolate eyes. Tom slings your baby bag over his shoulder, worry flashing in his eyes at the backpack you sling over your own shoulder, 

"Tommy, it has stupid stuff in it. It's light." He swallows and nods, 

"Fine…" He takes your hand and leads you out of the room, keeping a close eye on you until Mia is strapped into the middle seat, and you're buckled in beside her. 

Of course he drives way under the speed limit, but it's fine because with Mia's fingers wrapped around one of your own and her eyes blinking in the light while she suckles her pacifier, you're lost in her. Soon enough, he's parking, taking her carseat and the duffel up the stairs to your apartment. He toes the door open, leading you inside. Once you set foot in the door, you gasp, 

"Surprise!" The group yells, Tom's smile somehow widening. You gasp, 

"Guys…" Ivey giggles before she's trotting forward, pulling you into her arms. She spots Mia, cooing as she crouches in front of Tom to see her in her little carseat. Keaton has moved to pull you into his arms, kissing your temple, 

"How are you feeling?" He asks. You nod,

"Fine. Sore but… she's worth it." You explain to him. He smiles and drapes his arm over your shoulders as Cole's hand slides across your lower back, 

"Oh my goodness… hi sweet girl. She is gorgeous guys." Ivey says. Tom smiles before he's setting her down and unclipping her from her carseat, 

"Would you like to hold her?" He asks Ivey who looks up at him, teary eyed,

"Really?" Tom nods,

"Course." Tom can tell that the hormones from being so early into her own pregnancy has her weepy. Harrison comes to stand behind her as she takes your baby girl into her arms, cradling her close, 

"Your mommy's bump was so big but you're so tiny baby girl." She tells her. Tom chuckles, watching his best friend's wife, and his wife's best friend coddle his first baby, 

"She really is. My biceps are bigger than she is." Harrison murmurs, 

"And that's why she's small." Tom tells him. He reaches out and smacks your husband, 

"Asshole." Keaton sits down on the couch with you still under his arm. Cole takes the seat next to you, gesturing to Tom, 

"How was he?" You nod, 

"Good. He was a great partner to have. Super supportive. And whenever I needed sleep, he took her." He nods,

"Good." You nod, watching Tom stroke little tufts of hair from your daughter's forehead as she rests her head over Ivey's shoulder. You smile, 

"He's gonna be an amazing dad." You murmur. Keaton nods, 

"I believe it." 

"Yeah… he's decent enough." Cole murmurs. You giggle, resting your head over his shoulder. He sighs, 

"Mom would be… so proud of you." He tells you. You smile, 

"I know." Scarlett comes to sit in Cole's lap, his arms binding around her as she leans in and hugs you, 

"You and Holland made the most beautiful little girl. She's so perfect and we're all obsessed and I wanna know when it's my turn to take her and love her." 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's a lot all at once. Don't you think the new parents should have their fill of her first? Besides… all she'll do is sleep, you wait until she's like two, fill her with sweets, and then drop that ticking time bomb back off here." You glare at your older brother who shrugs,

"Strictly to her father though. Not her mother because I'd like to keep my balls." You roll your eyes, 

"It'll always fall back on me." 

"Hey, that's not true. We're a team." Tom mumbles, nearing you. You stare up at him as he leans in and kisses you softly, 

"We're a team." He reiterates. You nod, 

"Yeah, fine." Ivey and Harrison share the chair in the corner, one of his hands pressed to her belly, the other cradling Mia's head. You smile at them,

"Speaking of great parents." Tom nods as he slides down to the floor. You run your fingers through his hair. Cole nudges your side, 

"And just like that, you're a mom." You smile,

"And just like that she's got a protective little crew." Cole nods, 

"Three step moms and four step dads." You giggle and nod, 

"The best." With everyone crowded into your living room, pawing all over your new baby girl, it's just like old times. It's just like college, add a baby girl. And it's perfect. 

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[belovedholland]

Happy 1k! Hi! Could you pls write a blurb where the reader overhears her boyfriend Tom Holland talkin on the phone to his friend about his manager always calling him&how she won’t leave him alone &he calls her clingy. Y/n thinks he’s talking about her. She starts distancing herself to be less clingy& eventually Tom breaks down in tears bc she is being so distant&thinks she’s gonna break up with him &then they talk things out &realize it was a misunderstanding& they cuddle &it’s all cute&stuff🥺

This one became really really long, but I still kept it a blurb. I loved the idea, that's explains the lenght. I hope you like how it turned out!!

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Miscommunication || th.

W/c – 971

"Mate, she's so annoying at this point." You were making your way to the bathroom, and as you passed the door to yours and Tom's bedroom, you heard him on the phone. 

"I don't know what to do or say." You didn't mean to listen in on his conversation with his friends, but his statements took all your attention.

"No, she won't leave me alone." You wondered who Tom was talking about, but as he continued talking about how "she" was so annoying and clingy, you couldn't help but wonder if he was referring to you. You hoped not, but the more he talked, the more insecure and scared you got.

"Yeah. Well thanks for letting me rent to you, I better get going now anyways," Tom said his goodbyes, and as you heard the silence from the room, you rushed into the bathroom, as if you hadn't just overheard your boyfriend talking shit about you.

If someone had asked how you and Tom were doing, you would in a heartbeat have said that everything was perfect and amazing – No hesitation. But things are never as perfect as they seem. You thought Tom was happy, but you were proven wrong by that phone call. 

You were obviously too clingy. So the next few days, you tried to distance yourself, hug him less, text less, and you let him be by himself when he was sitting on the couch with a script in hand, normally you would have joined him, and cuddled into his side until he gave you the attention.

Thinking back to all of these different moments, you began to understand where he came from. Maybe you were too clingy. And that's why you stopped. You would do anything to save yours and Tom's relationship. 

"Darling," Tom called out for you, as he entered the living room where you were sat watching a random show on Netflix. "I'm going out with the boys." He gave you a quick peck on the cheek.

"What's up?" Tom asked a minute after he had pulled away. He knew you very well, and was always the first to know when something was wrong, he just didn’t know what.

"Nothing," you answered immediately, giving him a small smile. "Go have fun."

"Something's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong."

"Are you sure?" He asked one last time.

"Yeah, go have fun." Tom knew he wouldn't win this argument, nor would he find out why you were this distant. So he left the house with no other comments.

Tom had felt your absence for a time now, but he had no idea what had caused it, he also didn't know how to bring it up to you. He felt as if you purposely ignored him, and went on with your days as if he wasn't even there. 

He couldn't pinpoint the last time you had spent some private time together, other than sleeping and eating of course, but there wasn't much interaction there either. 

If Tom was being honest, he was scared that your absence was a sign of your boredom with him. And he couldn't help but wonder if you would break up with him, and that was the last thing Tom wanted. 

Tom had been sitting on the couch for more or less the whole day, and then at some point in the evening, you had decided to join him – well in the living room at least. You were sitting on a chair with a book in hand, and hadn't even looked at Tom as you found comfort in your seat, and it was killing him.

This had been going on for some time now, and he was tired of it. If you wanted to break up with him, he would rather just get it over, instead of having his heart broken more for every time you ignored his presence.

"What happened?" Tom finally breaks the two weeks long silence that had been between the two of you. He was tired of the loneliness, he wanted you back. 

You were a little surprised by his sudden outburst, but replied with the same word you had been using nonstop. "Nothing." As the words left your mouth – without even looking at Tom –, he could feel his eyes filling up with tears.

"No! Something is wrong, and you are ignoring it," he said as he stood up from the couch. You looked up from your book, eyes meeting his, but you didn't say anything, so Tom decided to ask the question he had been dreading this whole time. "Are you breaking up with me?" 

If the words in itself didn't hurt you, the look on Tom's face and his breaking voice definitely did. He looked so broken and sad, and you felt the guilt build up in your stomach.

"No," you told him, as you stood up as well, standing in front of him, hand reaching out for his.

"Then why are you acting like this?"

"Because I thought you were tired of me." As you said so, Tom's facial expression changed completely. "I overheard a phone call, and you said how I was too clingy, and annoying, and that I wouldn't leave you alone."

"I was talking about my manager, not you." Tom finally pulled you into a hug, and kissed your forehead. "I'm not annoyed with you. Never have, never will be. I love you," he told you sincerely as he kissed your cheeks.

"I'm so sorry I read into things too much." You swiped your finger across his cheek, wiping away a fallen tear. 

"So just to be clear, you're not breaking up with me?" You were quick to shake your head, and give a salted tear kiss. 

"I'm not breaking up with you." You said as you pulled away, just for Tom to pull you back in.

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