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instead of you [part two] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (18+ mdni)

word count: 3.8k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

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“What the hell is this?” you demanded as you burst into Jisung’s room, holding your phone out to him.

He jumped when he saw you, tripped over the pants he was putting on, and fell backwards onto his bed all at once in a blur of flailing limbs.

“Jesus Christ, how’d you get in here?”

“Seungmin let me in,” you said off-handedly. “You guys never lock your door anyway.” You waved the phone in his face again to get his attention. “Dude, what the fuck is this?”

He squinted at the screen. “I don’t know- stop moving!”

You sighed and relinquished the phone to him, thrusting it accusingly into his hands before flopping down on the bed next to him. He read over the email you had pulled up once, then again.

“Y/n, what are you talking about?” Jisung asked. “It’s just an email from my mom about the trip?”

You jabbed a finger at one of the bolded lines. “Sleeping arrangements for Jisung and his girlfriend?”

The color drained from his face, telling you everything you needed to know. You bolted upright, confronted with the reality of your best friend’s stupidity.

“So that’s not a mistake? That- you told them-“

“I can explain.”

You raised your eyebrows and stared expectantly. “I sure fucking hope so.”

“So, um, a few months ago when my parents were planning the trip they kept bugging me about bringing someone because I’d never dated anyone long enough for them to meet… I don’t know, it was typical parent stuff. They were probably just giving me a hard time, but I guess their nagging kind of stuck with me or something because…” Jisung trailed off and looked down at the carpeted floor beneath him, unable to meet your eyes.

“Because what?”

“Do you remember Reagan?”

You blinked in surprise. You hadn’t heard that name since last semester. “Yeah, you dated for like two weeks… what about her?”

“I got it in my head that I was in love with her. I don’t know why, but I thought she was the one and-”

“You were stoned ninety percent of the time you were with her,” you reminded him. “That could have something to do with it.”

He glared at you. “You wanna let me finish explaining or?”

“Sorry.”

“Anyway, I thought I was in love with her and one night when I was, uh, a little crossed, I guess I called my mom and told her I’d met someone. I don’t remember doing that, but the next day I woke up with a bunch of excited texts from her and my dad about asking her to go on our summer trip so they could meet her. I told them I’d ask her, but we broke up the next weekend.”

“And you didn’t tell your parents, did you?” you asked with a sigh.

“No I didn’t.”

Han gave you a sheepish grin. His face was flushed red with embarrassment and you could tell he felt guilty about lying to his family. As frustrated as you were with your best friend you also couldn’t help but feel at least a little bad for him. You knew his parents could be a little pushy, especially since he was their only child in college. He always felt pressured to be the picture perfect son, so you could understand why he wouldn’t be eager to tell his parents that the girl he thought he was in love with was actually just a half-month fling.

“So what did you tell them?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged. “I only talked about my ‘girlfriend’ when they asked. And I just made stuff up, like when they wanted to know what she was like. Reagan’s personality wasn’t very… family friendly.”

You snorted, thinking back to when she offered you coke within an hour of meeting you. “That’s putting it nicely.”

“Hey, she wasn’t that bad,” he argued defensively.

“Han, she cheated on you.”

“Fine, maybe you have a point.”

“Remember, this is why we never trust people named after republican presidents?” you asked in a sing-song voice, touseling his hair playfully.

He swatted you away and ran a hand through his hair, trying to fix the damage you’d done with little success. You backed off, but nudged his shoulder gently to get his attention.

“Why didn’t you just tell me? I thought we told each other everything.”

“I don’t know,” he sighed, “I thought I could fix it I guess, like maybe I’d get into another relationship and I could just pretend like nothing ever happened… and when I didn’t I just tried to forget about it, honestly.”

You let his explanation sink in as you sat there and tried to sort out your own feelings. The situation he’d gotten you both into was pretty fucking stupid and could’ve easily been avoided, but at the same time you understood why he felt backed into a corner. And he’d gotten you out of so much shit throughout the years, you owed him this much didn’t you? And you’d only have to pretend to date in front of his family… and how bad could spending the summer with your best friend be anyway?

“Wait, am I supposed to be Reagan? Like is that who I am in this scenario?”

A spark of hope ignited in Jisung’s eyes at what your question was implying. “No, no,” he assured you. “I don’t think I ever mentioned her name, so we’re good.”

“You don’t think you did?”

“I didn’t.”

He said it more confidently, but you weren’t sure you believed him. Even so, there wasn’t anything you could do beside trust him and hope for the best.

“Wait, so when were you going to tell me that I’m supposed to be your girlfriend?” you asked. “Were you just gonna drop that on me as we were standing on your parents’ doorstep?”

“I mean… no?”

You smacked the same shoulder you’d nudged seconds earlier. “Asshole.”

“Repeat it back to me again.”

You took a deep breath, running over the details in your head before reciting them back. “We met in our World Perspectives class freshman year and were put in a study group together. We became fast friends, but before we knew it, it turned into something more. All of our friends could see there was something between us, but we were in denial for the longest time until finally you told me you had feelings for me this year and I said I felt the same,” you paused and rolled your eyes for good measure. “And the rest was history.”

“What a beautiful story. You sound so in love,” Jisung deadpanned.

“Watch it, Han,” you mumbled. “It’s not too late for me to back out of this thing.”

“Y/n, we’re literally on a plane to Seoul, mid-flight right now.”

“I said what I said.”

“Fine, fine, sorry. It was an Oscar worthy performance.”

You relaxed back into the leather seat smugly. “Thank you.”

“Quiz me now?”

You nodded and leaned down to unzip your backpack, rifling through its contents for the rubber banded index cards buried somewhere at the bottom. You and Jisung had spent a couple nights in the library creating and studying “your story”. It lowkey felt like you were preparing to be interrogated for murder with the way you had constructed a timeline of events and memorized every single detail so that your accounts matched.

Jisung called you ridiculous when you started making flashcards late into one of your study sessions, but even he had to admit they were pretty damn helpful once you both started using them.

“What was our first date?” you asked, squinting at your messy handwriting on the card.

“The state fair,” he answered back. “We shared a cinnamon pretzel and had our first kiss in the house of mirrors.”

“Damn, you’re good- the next one was ‘where was our first kiss’.”

“What can I say, I’ve always been an overachiever.”

“Shut up. When’s our anniversary?”

He shut his eyes for a moment to think. “Um…”

“C’mon, Mr. Overachiever, when is it?”

“Give me a second,” he muttered. “November… twenty-first.”

“Good job. But if it takes you that long to remember in front of your parents I’m dumping you right then and there.”

“Brutal.”

You gave him a fake smile and shuffled to the next card. “Love hurts.”

“Noted.”

“What’s our favorite thing to do together?”

“Try new bars and coffee shops and give them really specific ratings on Yelp afterwards.”

“Who said I love you first?”

“You did.”

“Who ‘wears the pants’ in our relationship?”

“Neither of us, preferably,” Jisung quipped with a wink.

“Oh my god. Don’t- don’t say that in front of your parents. Or do the wink. Just stick to the script.”

“You know I’m kidding, y/n, don’t worry,” he assured you.

“I know, I’m just… feeling kind of nervous.”

“What do you mean?”

You set the index cards down in your lap and forced yourself to look your best friend in the eyes. “It’s just, uh, I’ve never met your family before. Like I dunno, I know we’re not actually a couple, but you’re really important to me so I still really want them to like me. Like, I want to make a good impression.”

“Oh,” his expression softened as he spoke, lines of worry fading back behind his freckles. “You don’t have anything to worry about. Trust me, they’ll love you.”

Trusting Jisung had never led you wrong before, at least not severely, but you still felt an uneasiness pulling at your chest that you couldn’t explain.

“I mean, my parents have wanted for me to bring someone home to meet them for years, so you already have a huge advantage. They just want to see me happy in a relationship- which reminds me, if we’re going to make this convincing and pull it off, we should set some rules.”

“What kind of rules?”

“No sex?”

“Y/n!” Jisung hissed through his teeth. “You think you could lower your fucking voice a little?” His tone was even, but his eyes betrayed the thinly veiled panic you were all too familiar with.

Pushing your best friend’s buttons was something you usually enjoyed, but in that moment you were feeling a similar sense of panic.

“Sorry, how was I supposed to react to you telling me I can’t sleep with anyone this summer?” you snapped in a whisper.

“How were you expecting to pull that off without making it look like you were cheating on me?” he countered.

“I- I don’t know. I guess I wasn’t thinking about it…”

Jisung had been typing the list of “rules” for the summer in the notes app of his phone for the better half of an hour as you brainstormed together, and you had been on board with everything that it consisted of so far:

No gross pet names (babe, baby, and darling are acceptable)

No kissing with tongue

No telling embarrassing stories!! (yes that includes that one time i got a condom stuck in my nose and we had to go to the emergency room- that’s literally only funny to you)

Share a bed together for the whole trip

ACT LIKE WE’RE IN LOVE (@ y/n)

Spend at least an hour with family per day

Take “coupley” pictures together when my parents as- bc they WILL ask

Wear the matching shirts my mother made

Buy y/n all the alcohol she wants

It was a pretty decent list, all things considered, until he got to rule number ten.

“I mean it’s not like it’s going to be easy for me either,” Jisung reasoned.

You rolled your eyes. “Am I supposed to thank you for your service or something? Applaud you for keeping it in your pants for two whole months?”

“You’re literally complaining about the exact same thing.”

“Yeah, but I’m only doing it to save your ass,” you huffed.

“Trust me, I’m well aware,” he said, sighing. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.”

You gave him a soft smile. “You don’t have to keep apologizing. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.”

“You don’t want to be. You’ve mentioned that several times.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t love you.”

Jisung smiled at that. “Thanks, I love you too.”

“Alright that’s enough sincerity between us for a lifetime,” you said and chuckled uneasily. “We can go back to being assholes to each other now.”

“Good, that took a lot out of me.”

You glared at him, but refrained from making a comment. “What’s next on the list then, lover boy?”

“Already breaking the first rule-”

“Fine, what’s next on the list, fuckface?” you asked with a smirk.

Jisung clenched his jaw and scrolled on his phone. “Okay, number eleven, no flirting with my brothers.”

“Do you really need to write that one down?” You watched as he typed it out without acknowledging you. “Like isn’t that kind of implied? You know I don’t see Felix like that.”

“He’s not the one I’m worried about,” he muttered.

You raised your eyebrows expectantly, awaiting an explanation, but he offered none. Instead, he moved on to the next rule and left you sitting alone in your confusion.

The majority of the rest of the flight was spent bickering with Jisung over the list, undoubtedly annoying the hell out of everyone seated around you. The other passengers finally got some reprieve from the sound of your hushed voices when Jisung put his earbuds in to listen to music. You knew he was only doing it to tune you out because whenever he was really listening to something he always shared one of his earbuds with you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. If he was going to be like that then… god, this was going to be a long summer.

You shifted in your seat so that you could comfortably rest your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. Even though he was frustrated with you, you knew he wouldn’t push you away. It was just like that with you guys. He’d get over it by the time you landed.

When you opened your eyes again, Jisung had fallen asleep too. He was slumped against you with his head resting on top of yours like something out of a movie. It struck you as ironic. To passers by you already looked like a couple. Game on.

Jisung led the way through the busy airport terminal to baggage claim, apparently trusting you were right on his heels. But it was almost like he was trying to lose you with the way he was weaving through the crowd like a wanted fugitive. You could barely keep up. Some fake boyfriend he was.

You’d never seen your best friend like this before. Usually he was so calm and collected, the one who was always talking you off the ledge, but you could tell he was the one climbing stairs right now.

“Fuck, there’s no way this’ll work.”

It had been another one of those late nights in the library when Jisung had thrown the stack of index cards onto the table in surrender and buried his face in his hands. You were both teetering on the edge of a caffeine crash. The words on the pages had started to blur together in a way that was almost illegible and neither of you could keep the important dates of your relationship straight.

“Yes it will,” you insisted as you gathered up the cards and handed them back to him. “We’re just burnt out. That’s why we keep getting things wrong.” He knit his eyebrows together in a way that told you he didn’t believe you, but didn’t say anything in return. You sighed and took a sip of your coffee, giving him a measured look over the lenses of your glasses. “It’s four am., Ji. We just need some sleep and then we’ll come back fresh tomorrow, you’ll see.”

He pushed his hair back from his forehead and nodded reluctantly. “Thanks for doing this with me… it’s, uh, really important to me.”

“I know.”

But you didn’t know why. Jisung didn’t even study this hard for midterms, but here he was night after night with you mapping out every single detail of your fake relationship. A small part of you wondered if there was something more, something that he was keeping from you, but you pushed the thought down. You told each other everything…

As you watched him wait for your suitcases at the carousel, arms crossed, left foot tapping the tile impatiently, it dawned on you just how nervous he was. You wished there was something you could say to ease his mind, but the right words were escaping you. To be fair, you weren’t having any luck shaking your jitters either. You’d never been in a relationship long enough to meet your significant other’s parents. Somehow the fact that you weren’t even dating made it even more daunting. You desperately needed the Hans to like you- for both you and Jisung’s sakes.

“This one’s yours, right?” Jisung asked and pointed to one of the bags he’d rolled over.

“Yeah, thanks for grabbing it.”

“Don’t mention it, babe.” You fought the urge to make a face- “you’re making a face.”

“Sorry, knee-jerk reaction. Still adjusting to hearing that.”

“Well adjust quicker because my brother will be here to pick us up any minute.”

“Wait, what?”

“How else did you think we were going to get home?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I didn’t think about it.”

You followed Jisung outside through the automatic doors to the car loop to wait for Felix. It was warm out, but there was a light breeze that lifted some of the heat from the pavement. The sun had set mere minutes ago, and dusk was lazily settling over the horizon. You were too close to the city to see any stars, but the moon glowed dimly behind the clouds, like a performer waiting in the wings.

Jisung scrolled through Spotify as you both sat there, carefully balanced on your suitcases, and offered you one of his AirPods. You took it wordlessly and put it in your ear. The gesture was comforting, almost intimate, a reminder that nothing had changed between you. At least not yet.

He was playing something you hadn’t heard before, a classical piece. It sounded old and European which didn’t narrow it down at all. A glance at the title scrolling across his screen suggested that it was French, but he put his phone in his pocket and stood up before you could fully read it.

Before you could ask what was happening a black Audi pulled up to the curb, parked, and a boy who was… not Felix stepped out of it. It was then that you realized Jisung had never specified which brother was picking you up.

You knew Jisung had an older brother, but he didn’t talk about him much. You had just assumed they weren’t close, but as you watched them hug and laugh together you weren’t sure what to make of it.

“Y/n, this is Minho,” Jisung said as he introduced you to his brother. “Jisung, this is my girlfriend, y/n.”

“Nice to meet you.” You held out your hand and he shook it tentatively.

“Likewise,” he replied, sounding unconvinced. “Can I help you guys with your bags?”

“Um, sure. That’d be great.”

You handed over your suitcase and backpack to him and joined Jisung back over on the sidewalk while Minho lifted the luggage into the trunk with surprising ease.

Minho was about Jisung’s height, slender like Jisung too. But he was wearing a baseball cap so you couldn’t make out the features of his face very well.

“Do you want to sit in the front, baby?” Jisung asked, pulling you back into the moment.

“No thanks, you catch up with your brother. I’ll be fine in the back.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded. Minho didn’t seem too thrilled to meet you in the first place so sitting in the back seemed like the safer way to play it. Jisung just shrugged and climbed into the passenger seat while you slid into the middle seat in the back.

“Did you tell mom we’re running a few minutes late?” Jisung asked Minho once he’d merged onto the road.

“Yeah, she said she expects it from Incheon anyway since they’re always so busy.”

“It was fucking packed.”

“I know. Traffic was awful getting here. Everyone’s going on vacation.” Minho turned to glance at you, then back at his brother. “Are you guys hungry? Dinner should be ready when we get there.”

“When we get where?” you piped up in confusion, wondering who would’ve cooked at the boys’ flat.

“Our parents’ place.”

You grabbed Jisung by the shoulder. “Wait, we’re going straight to your parents’ house? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“What do you mean? Why does it matter?”

You stared at him, eyes wide. “I can’t meet your parents like this!”

“Like what?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I’m wearing sweatpants!”

“And you look fine!” he argued. “Minho, tell her she looks fine.”

“Uh, you look fine.”

Why were men so fucking dense? You rolled your eyes and unbuckled your seatbelt. Your suitcase was just out of reach in the trunk so you hoisted yourself up over the seatback and grabbed one of the straps on the bag to pull it closer to you.

With your limited access it was hard to find what you were looking for, but you managed to randomly pull out a nice pair of jeans and a floral print blouse you’d thrifted last semester to change into.

Before either of the boys up front could register what was happening you pulled your t-shirt off over your head and started shimmying out of your sweats.

“What the fuck are you doing, y/n?” Jisung hissed as the car swerved.

To be fair, you were just straight up taking your pants off in his brother’s car, but in your defense he’d really left you no choice.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” You snapped and looked back up at him, catching Minho’s eye in the rearview mirror as you did.

“Keep your eyes on the fucking road, Minho.” Jisung grumbled, shooting daggers back at you.

You blew him a kiss in return followed by the middle finger as you buttoned your jeans with your other hand.

Minho laughed and turned to his brother. “I like her.”

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lnfours · 10 months

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sideline (three) | t.h

summary -> tom holland: the name thats always floating around campus, and for good reason. he’s the captain of the hockey team, he’s good looking, and he’s always caught up in an off and on again relationship with the president of the sorority. that’s where you come in. you two had made a deal to make your exes jealous, but we all know how fake relationships end.

wc -> a rule breaking 2.5k

warnings -> fluff, jealous exes, and fluff.

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it was finally friday, the night of the first home hockey game. you were in the bathroom, trying desperately to curl the back of your head, but no luck.

you huffed, “mia! can you come here real quick?!”

your voice echoed, her footsteps being your sign that she heard you. she opened the door to your bedroom, walking into the small half bathroom.

“what’s up?” she met your eyes in the mirror, cracking a smile at how distressed you look.

“can you curl the back of my hair, please?”

she smiled, holding her hand out for the curling wand. she sectioned your hair, grabbing a reasonably sized chunk before wrapping it around the barrel.

“so,” she dragged the ‘o’, “you excited for tonight?”

you shrugged, “i suppose. would be nice to actually see tom play.”

“oh, i meant to ask,” she said, “but how did you two even start dating? was it the night of the party?”

you bit down on your bottom lip, “yeah, yeah. i guess we sorta kinda just clicked? i don’t really know how to explain it.”

she smiled, “i was just making sure this is something you really wanted. i mean, i know i’m one to talk, but with everything that happened with jack, i just want to make sure you’re okay.”

you smiled softly at her in the mirror, “i’m okay, i just want to move on and be happy again.”

“understandable,” she said, “what he did was so fucked up. he’s lucky i haven’t seen him yet because i will quite literally give him an ass whooping.”

you laughed, “i love you.”

she smiled back at you, “i love you, too,” she turned the curling wand off, placing it down on the sink before admiring her work, “and you’re all set, hot stuff.”

you smiled, “thanks.”

“i’m gonna go make sure sarah isn’t trying to leave the house with sweatpants on.” she said and you laughed as she made her way back down the steps.

your phone buzzed on the counter, a message popping up on your screen. you grabbed the phone, plopping down on your stomach onto the mattress.

tom dropped something off for you at your door see you soon :)

you locked your phone before running down the steps, laughing as you heard sarah’s complaining about the outfit mia suggested she wore tonight. you opened the front door, a bag sitting on the carpet in the hallway.

you grabbed it and shut the door, reading the sticky note that was plopped on top of whatever was inside the bag.

fake girlfriend or not, there’s no one else i’d want wearing my last name tonight.

the tickets are at the bottom, see you tonight :) - tom

you pulled out the black jersey, the stitching on the back reading tom’s last name and his number. you smiled, grabbing your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans.

y/n thank you! i love it

you slipped your phone back into your pocket, jogging up the stairs. you entered sarah’s room where mia was laying on the bed, smiling contently with her efforts on getting mia to dress up a little bit. you entered the room, your eyes immediately going wide at sarah’s outfit.

“you look hot!”

“see, told you,” mia said, throwing her hands up in the air, “wear the outfit!”

she was in a black turtleneck sweater tucked into the front of her light wash jeans that quite literally fit her like a glove. she wore a pair of black booties with them, with some light makeup on (courtesy of mia).

sarah hardly ever got dressed up like this anymore, which she never really had to. she looked gorgeous either way. but ever since her and her ex boyfriend broke up, she’d lost the motivation to throw on cute outfits, just opting in on staying in sweats or pajamas all day. if there was a party, it was leggings, one of her comfort hoodies, and her beat up pair of converse that were now considered her ‘frat shoes’.

you and mia both tried to get her back to being her confident, carefree self. but, it was hard. hard for all of you, especially sarah. at the end of the day, you both just wanted her happy again.

“mia, this bra is suffocating my tits,” she said, tugging at the cups, “how the fuck do you wear this everyday?”

you both laughed, “you’ll get used to it.”

“what’s that, y/n?” mia asked, nodding towards the bag in your hand. you smiled, grabbing the material from the bag and holding it up for both the girls to see.

“no way!”

“shut the fuck up!!”

you laughed, smiling, “i know, i know.”

“that’s so cute,” mia said, sticking her bottom lip out. sarah agreed, nodding her head as she put a hand over her heart.

“finally, y/n finding someone who treats her right.”

you chuckled, fishing the tickets out of the bottom of the bag, “here’s our tickets. we should probably leave soon.”

“yes ma’am,” mia said, fakely saluting you.

sarah and you laughed, each of you departing to your own rooms to finish up getting ready and to grab your things.

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the arena was packed for the first home game filled with a bunch of parents and college kids hoping for their team to win. tom was nice enough to get you, mia and sarah seats right near the ice.

“okay, can i just say, i love tom. i mean, look at these seats.”

you smiled over at sarah, “yeah, it was really nice of him.”

mia was looking around at the people near you, seeing if anyone else you guys knew showed up for the game. she immediately whipped her head back around to you, slapping your arm to get your attention.

“jack’s here.”

there’s that nervous pit again.

“wait, where?” sarah asked, moving to turn around in her seat. mia reached over you and grabbed her arm to stop.

“don’t look at him! he’s a couple rows up.”

great.

your phone buzzed in your pocket, you fished it out and tapped on the message notification.

tom hey, how're your seats?

y/n they’re great! other than the fact that jack is a couple rows behind me but otherwise they’re great :)

tom oh shit, i’m sorry i can have someone come get you and move you guys if you want

y/n no, no it’s okay

you bit down on your bottom lip, fingers hovering over the keyboard.

let’s just make him jealous, like we said we would

tom with pleasure. see you after the game

y/n good luck :)

you locked your phone, mia turning to look at you, “you okay?”

you nodded, tucking a piece of hair away from your face, “yeah, actually. i am.”

it wasn’t a complete lie. sure, seeing jack was like a sucker punch to the gut, but you decided to not let it overpower you tonight. you were here with your best friends, supporting one of the nicest, funniest, caring guys you’ve ever met.

as the night went on, you and your friends cheered on tom’s team. he scored the winning goal and the arena erupted with cheers and applause. you, mia and sarah immediately jumped out of your seats, screaming and cheering as tom shrugged off his helmet and was hugged by his team. once everyone had calmed down, he skated over to your section, holding up a heart made out of his hands. you smiled, holding up one back.

his subtle jab of rubbing it into jack’s face. smooth.

once the arena cleared out, you let mia and sarah head back in mia’s car as you waited for tom. you were waiting in the lobby, scrolling on your phone trying to pass time.

“hey,” you heard a voice and looked up to see jack, “didn’t know you liked our hockey team.”

you slipped your phone into your pocket, clearing your throat, “uh, yeah. kinda getting back into liking hockey.”

he nodded, “yeah. i mean, sleeping with the captain of the team kinda helps, doesn’t it?”

you opened your mouth to speak, but felt a hand wrap around your waist. you were immediately enveloped in the scent of tom’s cologne.

“hey, baby,” he said, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek. you masked the surprise that ran through your body, smiling over at him as he looked over at jack, “sorry, didn’t catch your name, mate. you are?”

jack’s eyes narrowed on tom’s figure, “jack.”

“jack, i’m tom, nice to meet you.” he said, holding out his hand for him to shake. jack didn’t accept the handshake, but just shifted his gaze to you.

“didn’t you say jocks aren’t your type?” he asked, and eyebrow raised at you.

“funny how we both said things we didn’t mean.” you spit back. he opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by his friends calling his name behind him. he rolled his eyes, turning around and walking towards his group.

“pleasure was all mine, mate! see you later!” tom called back after him. you let a chuckle escape your mouth as he unwrapped his arm from around you, turning to face you, “you okay?”

you nodded, “yeah. thank you.”

“that’s what i’m here for,” he smiled, “hungry? we can get something to eat before i drop you off at home?”

you nodded, “sounds good.”

he nodded towards the door, the two of you walking out towards the parking lot. he opened the passenger side door for you. you thanked him before he jogged around to his side, buckling in and starting the car before passing you his phone.

“put on whatever you want.”

you scrolled through his spotify, finding a couple songs you knew and put them on through the car speakers. he pulled into the parking lot to one of the diners in town. the two of you made your way inside before sitting in a booth across from one another.

you scanned over the menu, “what’re you going to get?”

he hummed, “don’t know. kinda going back and forth between the club and the chicken parm. what about you?”

you hummed, twisting your lips in thought, “the grilled cheese and tomato soup sounds good.”

he smiled, “does sound good.”

once the two of you ordered and got your food, you made small talk about the game.

“i don’t think jack likes me much.” tom chuckled, taking a sip of his drink.

“no, really?” you smiled, voice laced with sarcasm, “what gave it away? was it the blatant ignoring or was it something else i didn’t pick up on?”

he smiled, “not that i care about his opinion of me, but he could’ve at least shook my hand.”

you nodded in agreement, “yeah, no, he didn’t have to be such a dick about it.”

the bill came and after trying to grab it from him for about five minutes, you finally let him pay. you walked out, letting him open the car door for you, as he always does. you two were on the way back to your house, laughing and enjoying comfortable conversation.

“so, tell me,” he said, “are you really not into the jock type?”

you nodded, “yeah, i mean, guys who i’ve met who were athletes were like the stereotypical jock type. the huge ego, kinda kept their girlfriend by their side as arm candy, never really cared about the woman they were with, you know?”

he nodded, “yeah, i don’t really get how guys can do that. any guy who doesn’t worship their girl is a dick, in my opinion.”

you smiled, “are you the type of guy to worship your girl?”

“oh, yeah,” he said, “i mean, if you don’t then what’s the point, y’know?”

“i get you,” you said, “in my opinion, taylor didn’t deserve you.”

he smiled over at you, “a lot of other people would agree with you.”

who would willingly break tom’s heart? i mean, c’mon, he’s the definition of a perfect boyfriend.

no, stop thinking like that.

he pulled up in front of the house. you looked over at him, his brown eyes meeting yours.

“do you want to come inside?” you didn’t even notice the words were falling from your lips until you heard your own voice.

“sure.” he smiled, turning the car off. he followed you inside, mia and sarah sitting on the couch.

“hey,” you said, shutting the door and locking it, your eyes falling onto the tv, “what’re you guys watching?”

“the new episode of love island,” mia said, “shh.”

you looked at tom who was smiling at you. you rolled your eyes playfully, “okay, you guys have fun. we’re going upstairs.”

sarah gave you a thumbs up as the two of you climbed the stairs. you made your way to your room and shut the door. tom took a seat onto your bed, watching as you walked over to the dresser.

“i might have a pair of sweats you can change into,” you said, digging through one of the drawers, “if you want to stay.”

he smiled, “i’d love to stay.”

you smiled back at him before handing him the sweatpants, “i can uhm, find a t-shirt or something if you don’t want to sleep in your sweatshirt.”

“i’m good for now,” he smiled, taking the sweatpants into his hands, “thank you.”

you nodded, “the bathroom is over there.”

he nodded, walking into the bathroom. you quickly changed into a pair of leggings and a tanktop, sitting on the bed as he came out of the bathroom. he joined you on the bed, putting his phone on the nightstand.

“wanna watch a movie or something?”

he nodded, “yeah, anything in mind?”

you hummed as you clicked onto netflix, “i heard the new movie on netflix is good. something about a girl who’s in fake relationship or something.”

he let out a chuckle as you smiled over at him, “how fitting. maybe we could learn a thing or two.”

you clicked on the movie, the both of you getting situated on the bed. you two were mainly talking rather than paying attention. he was propped up on his elbow, facing you as you laid down on your side.

his eyes scanned your face, “oh, you have an eyelash.”

you reached up under the eye he pointed to, attempting to wipe it away.

“did i get it?”

he smiled softly, “no, here,”

he reached up gently and pinched the eyelash between his fingers. you smiled as he scanned your face again. you did the same, his face softly illuminated from the light from the tv. he looked like a dream, his curls flopped over his forehead. you didn’t realize how close the two of you had gotten until you could feel his warm breath fan your face. he reached over and moved a piece of hair from your face.

“what’re you thinking about?” you asked softly.

“how i broke one of the rules.”

you raised an eyebrow, “which one?”

“the first one,” he said, “‘no strings attached’. i can’t help it. you’re all that’s been on my mind ever since i met you.”

you let out a shaky breath at how close he was, “i may have broken that one, too.”

he smiled, “let’s scrap the rules. i want to explore this, whatever kind of feelings we may or may not have… if that’s what you want.”

“yeah,” you said, “fuck the rules.”

he smiled wider, “is it alright if i kiss you right now?”

“please.”

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In Time : Tom Holland x Reader

Chapter 11

The End

2k wc and SMAUs , click here for warnings and other chapters

Y/n sat beside Harry as Tom exchanged autographs with Son Heung-min. She watched as Tom paused, looking beside him and then frowning slightly. Before she could ask him what was wrong , his eyes met hers.

Tom’s frown softened into a pout. “Love, come ‘ere,” he requested, shifting on the couch so there was more room for y/n. He smiled as she sat beside him. He kissed her cheek before turning to Son Heung-Min.. “This is my girlfriend , y/n,” Tom said proudly.

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tomholland2013: bts of today’s No Way Home Travel Vlog @/sonypictures

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yourusername: boyfriend material 😘

tomholland2013: the jersey or me? 🤔

yourusername: do i have to choose? It’s really cozy T

karinainatlanta: stopppp! girl are you stealing Holland’s clothes? 🙌

yourusername: 😇 no comment

harryholland64: @/ karinainatlanta yes, yes, she is… Tom won’t share with me… even though it’s MY last name on the jersey 🙄 but @/yourusername can wear it whenever she wants

tomholland2013: it looks best on her 🥰

hollandfanatic17: Just finished this episode and I cried!

brothersofholland: running to watch now 🏃‍♂️

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Y/n closed her eyes peacefully as she rested her head on Tom’s shoulder as they sat in the van on the way to the next press event. She felt his lips press tenderly against the top of her head. She hummed as he quietly asked if she was doing okay. She smiled as his arm around her waist tightened lovingly.

Tom took advantage of y/n’s restful state. He slyly nudged Harry and looked over at y/n. When his brother nodded and took his phone out to take a picture for him, Tom smiled and mouthed thank you. Harry grinned But teasingly shook his head. Tom knew he was probably being a bit much, but he just so proud that she’s with him.

Tom watched from the side as y/n chatted with some of the crew backstage at his latest press event. He’d made sure to introduce her to as many people as he could. He couldn’t help but want to show her off. But he also hoped that pointing out her hard work and skill at y/f/h would help her lock down a job she enjoyed here in London. Because he can’t imagine her having to go back to the us. Mostly as she doesn’t want to, she mentioned this herself several times after arriving and getting comfortable with some of the cultural differences. So for her sake he didn’t want for her to have to leave. But truthfully he also didn’t want her to leave simply because he selfishly wanted her to stay for his own sake as well. Lucky for him, it seemed like y/n had picked up on networking early on in the press tour. Tom smiled to himself knowing it should help her land a job she’d enjoy that would also let her stay here.

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LA premiere

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yourusername: The One Where The Press Tour Ends and The North American Premiere Begins. 🕷️❤️

So proud of my incredibly talented and handsome boyfriend, and the rest of the cast and crew! You definitely don’t want to miss this film! ❤️

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karinainatlanta: You look like royalty y/n! 👑🔥

yourusername: He sure made me feel like royalty 🥹

tomholland2013: Thank you for coming, my darling xx❤️

yourusername: No place I’d rather be than by your side T😘

nikkihollandphotography: you both look incredible ❤️

hollandfanatic17: That photo is the cutest 😭

parker_13_holland: he took her to the premiere, im deceased!!!!

zendaya: thank you girl, you looked so gorgeous! ❤️❤️❤️

tomholland2013: isn’t she absolutely radiant? 🥰

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tomholland2013: I can't believe we actually did it. Sharing the screen and my life with these incredible people has been nothing short of life changing. This movie is a labour of love a celebrates three generations of cinema. It truly is a dream come true and I'm forever grateful for all the love and support we've received over the years.

You made this third movie possible and I’m so grateful for that because it gave me the greatest opportunity of my lifetime. This film brought with it the chance to meet the most incredible people; off and on set. It was an experience I’ll never forget.

We love you and thank you from the bottom of our hearts. Enjoy the movie.

P.S. Bring tissues!

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yourusername: forever happily indebted to this film ❤️

tomholland2013: as am I 😘 xxx

karinainatlanta: What a stylish couple! 👏👏

tomholland2013: She makes it easy 😊

yourusername: p.s. YES, definitely bring tissues! That is unless you feel like being a crying mess when you leave the theater cause this talented cast WILL make you cry🕷️❤️

tomholland2013: @/yourusername: you still looked beautiful, xxx

hollandfanatic17: OMG him helping with her heels? 😭

yourusername: 🥹 So unbelievably proud of you honey ❤️

tomholland2013: ❤️🥹

parker_holland: anyone else see they shared the same photo of them embracing and spinning? 😍

toms_wife_13: i saw a tiktok of that moment! It was so cute, she was so happy for him

parker_holland: @/toms_wife_13 plz send me the link! I HAVE to see that!

marevlicious_sam: @/toms_wife_13 me too plz!🙏

harperhollander: curious to see what’s next for them now that the premier is over? 🙄 Finally no more fake media reporting

hollandnews: wtf are you taking about? Look at these photos, the only thing fake here is you. But I agree, can’t wait to see what is in store next for them because they’re here to stay😌

tsholland_4ever: alert! Y/n commented multiple times on this same post! 👀

yourusername: yeah… I couldn’t help it 🤷‍♀️ 😂

tomholand2013: @/yourusername always has my back ❤️

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illuminationofstars · 2 years

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peter parker x female reader

summary : peter knocks on your window hurt and bleeding. the only responsible thing to do is comfort him.

warning : injuries, mentions of blood, small amounts of sexual desire which isn’t acted upon.

a/n : this is kinda a recreation of tasm with gwen helping peter but you can imagine this scenario with tom hollands spider-man too if you prefer.

The light from your laptop illuminated the shadows of your face as you turned up the brightness, eyes squinting ever so slightly as you begun to adjust to your darkening room. The inked words which were on the screen merged together, hazy lines lined in dark bold font taunting your tired brain as you tried to write the biology paper which was due in for tomorrow. Typical.

Your hair was tied up haphazardly in a loose bun, stray strands of fine hair framing your face with delicacy. Your favourite pyjamas clung to your body as you adjusted yourself further into your chair distracting you from the pending dots on your computer.

You leant back in your seat, eyes following the cracks in the walls and ceiling, a frown pulling at your face as a groan escaped your lips. A faint noise disturbed your peaceful evening, the knocking of a window causing you to swivel around in your chair.

Peter Parker, your boyfriend of two years, was knelt against the glass of your window, his breaths coming out in short quick pants - the window fogging up with condensation.

You scrambled over to the window, hands nervously fumbling with the lock - eyes scanning over your boyfriends pale complexion. His hands grabbed onto yours as you began to lift up the window, a smile dawning his face as he watched you struggle.

Lifting it with ease, Peter stumbled inside, his hands landing on your waist as his balance gave way. "Hi," he mumbled softly, a wince displayed on his face - a permanent reminder of his pain.

"What the fuck did you do? Are you okay?" You said, hands guiding him to sit on the chair you were sat on moments before, "Oh Pete, you're bleeding."

Peter suddenly inhaled a sharp breath as your hands began to unzip his Spider-Man costume.

"What are you doing?" he asked nervously, a hand running down his face.

"I'm helping you," you replied, hands running over the jagged skin across his chest. Blood was caked in between the crevices of his chest, the wound deep enough to scar. On his face, lay a cut along his eyebrow, and a lump on his forehead, which would most likely bruise by tomorrow morning.

Grabbing a wet cloth, you gently dabbed at his wound, ignoring the way Peters heart rapidly sped up. "Will this heal okay?" you asked skeptically, your hands smoothing out the skin of his face.

"I hope so," he replied, hands resting over yours, stilling your movement. His eyes flicked up to meet yours and you smiled at him adoringly.

His neck craned forward as he caught your lips in his own, one hand cupping your face with care. You dropped the bloodied cloth, placing a hand on the uninjured part of Peters chest. A sigh left your mouth as you pulled away, "You're hurt Pete, and I have an assignment due tomorrow."

Your boyfriend only hummed, his mouth moving down towards your neck. Your hands ran through his sandy hair, a gasp escaping your throat as Peter gently sucked on a sensitive area of your neck before soothing the sting with his tongue.

You gently banged his shoulder against your own, pulling away from the kiss before things became too heated. "No Peter," you laughed, as you watched his eyes plead with yours, "I'm tired and you need rest, change into your other clothes in the bathroom and then join me to sleep."

Peter nodded as he laughed, hands spinning you around and landing on your ass.

"To just sleep you idiot!!" you called from the bedroom.

When Peter joined you in bed, your head found itself on top of his chest, his arms wrapped around you in pure bliss and contentment. His chest moved in a rhythmic pattern, his breathing consistent and in control.

You snuggled closer to him and closed your eyes, making the most out of the moment. A sigh left your lips as your eyes closed as you drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and loved in Peters arms.

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heytherejulia · 2 years

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Matchmakers ~ Harry Holland

pairing: harry holland x reader, tom holland x zendaya

warning: minor injury, swearing

summary: Tom, Sam and Harrison play matchmakers

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Harry was sitting on the couch smiling at his phone. For the past few days he had been texting with this cute girl he ran into at the club. During this time, he got to know her quite well and began to discover that he might have some feelings for her.

But Harry didn't have as much confidence as Tom, as much charm as Sam, he wasn’t as good looking as Harrison (in his opinion) or had as much charisma as Paddy. He just wasn't them and he just wasn’t the best when it came to girls. He needed some advice, but he knew asking his brothers or Harrison would definitely not be that much of a help. The guys may have been good with the opposite sex, but they weren't shitty advisers on this field.

On the other hand, Tom, Sam and Haz did notice a change in Harry's behavior and figured that something serious was bothering their friend, but they wouldn't be themselves if they hadn't teased him before trying to help. Harry was too focused on replying to your message to notice that Tom was standing behind him reading all the messages on the screen.

‘So who is Y/N with a heart emoji, bro?’ The younger Holland jumped as usual in fear. Habit.

‘None of your business.’ He smirked sarcastically and locked the screen of his phone.

‘Hey Harry, come on, I told you about my current girlfriend.’

‘Yeah, you did. Two years ago, when I caught you with her on foreplay in our kitchen. I don't think I've heard of Zendaya as your official girlfriend before, and you've been shooting with her a lot longer.’

‘You should ask her out sometimes, you know? Maybe this is your chance, man.’ He knew Tom was right, but he would never admit it for his life.

‘Yeah yeah. I'm going to my room.’ Harry was halfway up the stairs when he heard Tom scream.

‘Just ask her on a date already!’ The words automatically made both Harrison, Sam and Daya run out of their rooms.

‘Who's asking whom on a date?’

Harry felt his cheeks turning red, and the urge to stick Tom's mouth shut or to kill him was growing with every second. Tom, on the other hand, couldn't care less about his lil bro’s death stares and pleading glances. Maybe he felt a little sorry for him, but at the same time, he knew it would be better for Harry if he shared it with his loved ones. As an older brother and a friend, he knew that this particular twin was not the smoothest with the girls and their help would certainly be needed.

‘Nobody, not now at least, but Harry's been hanging out with some girl named Y/N and he should definitely take her on a date.’

‘Leave me alone, I'm going to my room.’

When Harry disappeared behind the door to his room, it was Tom who spoke first.

‘We have to help him somehow. He will never go out with her without us.’

‘Ooh, man. Do we play matchmakers? I'm in it.’ The enthusiasm that gushed out of Harrison and Tom was worrisome to Zendaya, and she genuinely felt sorry for Harry, but she doubted her intervention in this endeavor would help anyone.

‘Sam, you’re in, right?’ Daya really hoped Sam would be smarter than her boyfriend and his best mate, but, oh boy, she was so wrong. The younger Holland joined this plan as eagerly as the previous two.

‘Z, are you with us?’

‘No, definitely not. Guys, you should let Harry make his own decision and you definitely shouldn't be playing matchmakers. Especially when you suck at it.’

‘Oi! But you know him. He won't do anything until someone pushes him to do it.’

‘It's still his life, Tom. Anyway, I'm going to the store, do you guys want something?’ The boys shook their heads. ‘See you later then.’

‘Hey, Z’ The girl turned. Tom walked over to her and placed a kiss on her forehead. ‘Now you can go.’

After Zendaya left, the boys began to create a brilliant plan to get Harry to ask you on a date. They forced him to listen to their advice, on the condition that they would leave him alone afterwards.

Harry had two options here: listen to these idiots and maybe take advantage of it, or ignore them and deal with their complaints for the next few days. The second option definitely suited him better (excluding brothers and a friend sticking their noses into his love life), but the first option was a win-win for everyone. After all, he did not have to take their advice, and listening to them would not hurt him.

‘Okay, Harry. We have three ideas, three great ideas for your date with Y/N. And before you get out of the way, everything is already set up with your cute girlfriend.’

‘How the hell did you do that?!’

‘We hacked your account, man, and you’re meeting with her this Friday. This is where my wonderful plan comes in.’ Tom began. ‘Well, you’ll take her to the cinema for the horror movie, and then …’

As it turned out later, Tom's plan sucked so bad. Not only was the movie boring, but not scary at all, not least in Harry’s and yours opinion, but Tom, Sam and Haz, who went to the same screening to follow their brother's progress, screamed like little girls on every jumpscare that appeared on the screen. At the end, you and Harry spent some time in the café talking about the shitty movie and your hobbies, but to the boys' displeasure, there was no open flirting or kissing between you, you just acted like friends.

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‘Okay, now that we know Spider-boy's plan sucks, we're going with mine. You’ll take her to paintball and then perhaps with a bit of luck you can kiss her. You know, someone will shoot her and you will take care of her.’

This date turned out to be an even greater failure than the previous one. You went on paintball (matchmakers along to spy on you), but as soon as you started the game, you were shot down by a player from another team in the face and ended up with a big bruise under your eye and visited an emergency room because of the paint in your eye. In fact, Harrison's plan probably worked slightly too well.

You didn't blame Harry for the whole incident and even said that it was your craziest stay in the hospital and that you had a lot of fun in the waiting room, while waiting for some ophthalmologist to remove the green paint from your eye. Fortunately, the paint was non-toxic and you were able to return to work after a few days, but Harry was still furious with his friends who came up with silly ideas like hiring a guy to shoot his date friend.

‘Well, Batman fucked up too.’

‘Hey! Not at all! The plan was good, it wasn't my fault some idiot shot her in the face!’

‘You hired this idiot.’

But Tom and Harrison didn't hear Harry’s words because they were too busy with their own problems. They started arguing over whose plan was better, and went on to arguing about who would win a fight: Spider-man or Batman.

‘Batman.’

‘Spider-man.’

‘Batman!’

‘Spider-man!’

‘Batman!!’

‘Spider-man!! Do you know how I know it? Because I'm Spider-man.’

‘Shut up, you twats. Harry, just take her for a walk in the park, you both have dogs, so take them and go for a romantic walk. It can't go wrong.’

Contrary to Sam's assurances, it could.

Your doggie was still a puppy and was afraid of practically every bigger noise, so when you walked into Richmond Park and saw how many people had taken their dogs out just like you two, Harry knew that a third date in a row would be a total failure.

And that's exactly what happened, because the little french bulldog ran away from you as soon as a few larger dogs ran up and started barking at Tessa and Muffin, inviting them to play, and you both spent the whole afternoon looking for your dog. He eventually was found two days later when a woman came with him to the vet and called you after she saw your poster about a lost puppy.

However before your dog got lost, Haz, Tom and Sam decided to take Monty for a walk to spy on Harry and you. They turned out to be even worse spies than dating advisers. The three of them wore hoodies and sunglasses and sat on the bench directly opposite the one that you were sitting on. Harry recognized them right away, but not wanting to start a fight, he just offered you a walk in another part of the park.

But you did not live under a rock, and you recognized the boys, not only from the internet but also from Harry's stories. So when he grabbed your hand and started leading you to the west side of the park, you smiled awkwardly and waved at the young men sitting on the bench.

By that point, Harry was already so furious with the three of them that he gave them silent treatment and only spoke to Zendaya, who lived with them. He knew it was childish behavior, and in fact some of the events were downright bad luck and coincidence, but he was furious nonetheless, perhaps more at himself than at the boys.

Harry was sitting in the kitchen, editing photos from the last photoshoot he had taken and drinking his very milk tea when Z entered the room.

‘How's your dating going, Harry?’ The boy scowled at her and rolled his eyes.

‘Terriously, but I'm quitting making another attempt, maybe we just shouldn't be together.’

‘Or maybe you should just stop listening to those idiots you call friends? Two-thirds of them have no girlfriends, and your idiot of a brother is mostly with me because I took all the first steps. Harry, try something simple that both of you will be comfortable with. For example, invite her to your place for a movie marathon and just have a good time. If it doesn't spark between you guys, she’s not the one, but please don't do anything Sam, Harrison or Tom suggest you do.’

As it turned out later, Zendaya’s advice was the best of all. Harry really invited you to a Netflix marathon, and you watched “Brooklyn 9-9” cuddled up for the whole night. Perhaps you even shared a few kisses during one or the other episode, and then you perhaps even stayed overnight.

At a time when Harry was finally having his dream date with his perfect girl, Zendaya was lecturing the boys about their irrational behavior.

‘I told you all it is his life and to not interfere. I told you that Harry had to take the first step himself and your advice would not help him. Didn’t I?’

‘Darling, we just wanted to help.’

‘You should have helped him by simply supporting him, not by arranging shitty dates for him. Therefore, all three of you will apologize to Harry and Y/N for your behavior.’

‘But, Daya.’ The girl interrupted Harrison's statement. ‘End of discussion, boys. You know I'm right.’

She was, but neither of them was going to admit it. Maybe that was just the trait of all Hollands. And the Osterfields.

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Tom Holland on his emotional preparation for ‘The Crowded Room’ | Lifestyle Asia

Tom Holland is the man of the hour—or the day, months, and years. The British actor certainly needs no introduction. His face (and name) has been on billboards, in magazines, and even on your lock screen. (We won’t be surprised) While he certainly became a household name when he took on the role of friendly neighbourhood superhero Spider-Man, the 27-year-old actor already had promising beginnings since stepping into acting. Now, he heralds a new era in his career (no, it’s not just the long hair). Tom Holland joins The Crowded Room, a new series on Apple TV+ which marks his first series lead role. Check out our interview with Tom Holland!

Tell us more about your emotional preparation for the role of Danny Sullivan.

To be perfectly honest with you, I don’t think there was any way in which I could have emotionally prepared for how tough this show was going to be. My preparation was solely just based on how we are going to bring this character to life and set up this world that is New York in the 70s. This series is a true psychological thriller, and it follows a very complicated criminal case.

So, I don’t think I really had anticipated how difficult emotionally it was going to be. It was a little bit of a slap in the face. But I’ve been slapped in the face before, so it was nothing new. (laughs) Still, it was a wonderful experience getting ready for this show. And I love to challenge so I was really excited.

You also serve as executive producer of the series; did you have creative freedom when it comes to shaping the character?

Yeah, there were creative decisions made every day. Whether they were by me or not, I was always a part of those conversations. And I loved being an executive producer on this show. At times, I had to take a step back and just focus on the performance because it was too much to do at once. But whether it was picking a location or talking about casting or changing certain aspects of the story in the script, I know that the ninth episode took a huge change and development as the show went on. And I’m delighted they did so.

I think [my character] is breathtaking in that episode. So, I’m delighted that (creator and executive producer) Akiva Goldsman made that decision. I had nothing to do with that, but he definitely told me about it. So, I’m really happy to have been part of that. I love being an executive producer and I’m excited to do it again. I’m going to try and do it on every project I work on because I absolutely loved it.

Is your approach to playing Danny different from the previous roles you’ve worked on?

My own approach to playing Danny… Wow, it was so long ago so now it (feels) crazy. There was no real different approach to anything that I do. It was the same research; it was just more intense. It was the same process, but it was just more intense. Technically, it also felt the same, but it was just more intense. Everything about the show was more intense. So, it just was a little bit of an adjustment period to figure out how to deal with it. But in terms of process, it was relatively similar to things I’ve done in the past.

#tom holland #interview #tcr press #articles

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pastamansta · 10 months

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Occasionally, I think about the film that "Spider-Man: No Way Home" (2021) is not.

While I had my fun in theaters, while I enjoyed getting to see Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, and Tobey Maguire all get to share the screen, while there is a lot of good in the film... I always find myself wondering about the film that we didn't get. While there's been a few talks about what the original draft for a sequel to "Spider-Man: Far From Home" (2019) looked like, there's never been definitive answers. However, it seems obvious to me that there wasn't much setup for the direction that the end of the trilogy took. This isn't exactly shocking, however. After all, it's hard to imagine watching just the Watts trilogy without knowing anything about the greater MCU. "Spider-Man: Homecoming" (2017) is a very different film than the one that follows it, mostly due to the non-Spider-Man films that came between the two, especially the films where Spider-Man still had to make an appearance.

Lots of films in the Marvel Cinematic Universe are like this, however. "Iron Man 3" (2013) notoriously ends on a dramatic send-off, one that would have to be ignored by the time of Iron Man's next scheduled appearance; "Avengers: Age of Ultron" (2015). "Ant-Man and the Wasp" (2018) has a similar problem. If there were any fans of Ant-Man that weren't fans of the larger MCU, I'm sure they'd be wondering why exactly he was put under house arrest. That's not to say that the films don't mention what happened off-screen, they actually do a totally adequate job of re-capping previous entries, but that's to say that it's hard to picture why exactly the characters were taken in the directions they did when you don't watch the films... that they barely appeared in. These films were not just not made to be watched without becoming invested in the entirety of the MCU, they're nearly impossible to understand without.

This problem is made far worse by the introduction of the series. Now, you don't just have to watch twenty-six films, give or take a disputed entry or two, to understand the latest Spider-Man film... You also need to watch a six-hour series, "WandaVision" (2021) and a four-hour series, "Loki" (2021). That's intentionally discarding "The Falcon and the Winter Soldier" (2021) and "What If…?" (2021) as "truly option" content.

While I can't promise that the original draft, one that had not yet considered the MCU's coming fixation on the idea of the "multiverse," would be any more or less entertaining, it might, at the very least, feel more consistent than the film we received. Whispers of a film with Kraven the Hunter and/or Scorpion, hired by J. Jonah Jameson to take down the masked menace at any cost, sounds like a film that could reasonably come after Spider-Man's dramatic clash against Mysterio and more dramatic world-wide unmasking. To me, consistency means a lot, especially when you've got something good on your hands.

Funnily enough, though, "Spider-Man: No Way Home" (2021) is not the film I'm here to talk about.

I'm going to lightly criticize "Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse" (2023) and then lock my doors.

The sequel to "Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse" (2018) is one of the best films that I never asked for. Dramatic, high-concept, and more ambitious than I expected, even from a sequel to such an already ambitious movie, I can't help but wonder if it's too much.

The original film is so charming, funny, and easy to enjoy. It's perhaps the best starting point for anyone who's never seen a superhero film before.

So... why isn't the sequel another one of those? A lot of the film is dedicated to small, intimate discussions between Miles and his family, or semi-philosophical debates between dozens of variants of Spider-Man clashing over the concept of "canon events." Does this not feel somewhat out of place when you think about how the first film was so casual that it introduced Spider-Noir as a near-parody gulper of egg creams, when the actual Spider-Noir is best known for taking on a Vulture who cannibalized Uncle Ben and a Doc Ock who... well, you can research that yourself. Of course, I loved the endless references and throwbacks and reveals and action and spectacle... but is this really a sequel that feels like the first?

I've heard so many people criticize the film's ending, the hidden "See Part 2, Coming Soon" that soils what was otherwise a "perfect experience," but... what else is there to expect? It's not a family-oriented comedy with some stunning, dramatic moments anymore... It's just another epic, just another "Avengers: Infinity War" (2018) and, frankly, as much as I like it, I'll always be disappointed.

However, I can't just end on that note.

I have to push my luck.

I have no doubt that some, upon reading this, would ask, "Then what direction should the sequel have taken?"

Well, we've got six mains; Miles Morales, Peter B. Parker, Gwen Stacy, Peni Parker, Noir, and the pig. What's a proper threat for a team of six Spider-Man variants to go up against that every director of every Spider-Man film and every company that's ever owned the rights to Spider-Man has daydreamed about, but called "too ambitious" to portray on the big screen? I'll give you a hint; it was set up in "The Amazing Spider-Man 2" (2014), teased in the after-credits of "Spider-Man: Homecoming" (2017), and even worms its way in to "Morbius" (2022).

If you can tell me honestly that you prefer the idea of the sprawling epic we received to a fun, in-line sequel where the main cast returns to go up against a multi-verse spin on the Sinister Six, then we'll just have to agree to disagree. In the meantime, I'm heavily disappointed in this future winner of the 96th Academy Award for Best Animated Feature.

Bravo. Well done. Five stars. I'm let down.

#spider man #across the spider verse spoilers #film

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xlittle-writerx · 2 years

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Healed

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

summary: y/n has liked Tom for as long as she can remember, what happens when Tom's girlfriend breaks up with him.

warnings: mentions of cheating (not by our babe tom), a little angst, fluff

wc: 1.5k

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Tom and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember. Our parents were so it just made sense, I had always expected us to grow up together and say friends, but what I had never expected was for me to fall head over heels for him when we were still in high school. Looking back on it now I realise it's kind of inevitable, I mean he’s fucking hot, but that’s beside the point.

I thought I might have even had a chance with him, crazy thinking right. But that won’t be happening any time soon.

While Tom was off filming the Spider-Man Homecoming movie, he met a girl, and I get it she is absolutely gorgeous, but I still wish it was me.

It's even harder now though because they're both back home, Tom having finished filming, and I see her a lot more than I’d like to say I’m happy with, and I don’t think she likes me which is always a bonus. It looks like it’s going well though I who am I to say anything.

I turn my head, the sound of yelling voices outside my apartment door filling my ears, going to investigate I look through the peephole of the front door to examine the scene in front of me.

To my shock, I see Tom and his girlfriend having a, very heated, argument but it looks as though I’ve just caught the end of it as she storms away yelling ‘it's fucking over’. I stare in dismay at what just happened before my sensible head thoughts come back to me and I’m opening the door as quick as humanly possible.

The sight before me makes me want to cry, Tom just looks at me, his brown eyes filled with tears, he doesn’t need an invitation as he rushes into my open arms.

After we hugged for a long time though somehow not long enough, I bring Tom over to my brown couch “do you wanna talk about it” Tom just shakes his head and cuddles up to me, “later” he whispers, and I can feel the pain in his voice, so I agree and decide to put a movie on.

20 minutes pass and Tom is already out of it, but I don’t want him to sleep on my uncomfortable couch so begrudgingly I make a move to wake him up. Tom stirs from his sleep, and I can’t help but think how cute his scrunched-up face looks, but alas now is definitely not the right time to be thinking such things.

He grumbles a bit before eventually and sleepily, he follows me into my small bedroom, he plops down onto the bed and is seemingly out of it straight away, though to my surprise he whispers my name and lightly grasps the bottom of my oversized t-shirt.

“Stay with me” he whispers again, and I shake my head in a no, no matter how much I would rather say yes, he is not in the right state of mind, and I wouldn’t want to take advantage of his hurt state.

Though he doesn’t let go of my t-shirt and lets out a quiet ‘please’ it’s almost inaudible, he sounds so broken I say that’s the only reason I concede and climb into bed with him, until he falls asleep, I tell myself.

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When I woke up with Tom in my arms, I almost audibly yelled out a curse, swearing to myself at how stupid I was but, I can’t change it now so I might as well enjoy it.

Looking at his peaceful sleeping face I want to slap his now ex-girlfriend for causing him pain, though I don’t know what happened I can only imagine it wasn’t very good if this is the way Tom is acting. Glancing across to my bedside table I catch the time and almost jump out of bed.

11:30am flashes on the screen and I freak because I was supposed to be at work 3 hours ago, grabbing my phone off the table I leave a sleepy Tom in my bed to quickly call my boss and explain the situation to her.

Luckily, my boss is an angel and understood and let me take the rest of the day off to sort everything out with Tom.

Walking back into my room and to my bed, I take a seat beside Tom and brush some of his brown locks of hair from his face, he stirs and catches my hand as I try, and fail, to remove it from his face before he notices.

I smile sheepishly at him, and he gives me one back, “good morning sleepy head” I muttered a bit shyly, Tom smiled brighter and replies “good morning” rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb.

I leave the room after telling Tom that I’ll be making breakfast for the both of us and tell him to freshen up. One thing that stays on my mind the entire time I’m making breakfast is the way he looked at me this morning when he woke up, the light that seemed to be in his eyes has the butterflies in my stomach swirling.

I hear the shower stop just as I finish making breakfast and not long after Tom comes out smelling of my lavender body soap, “just in time” I smile at him and again, he looks at me like I’m the sun. Forcing myself to ignore the fluttering in my stomach, I set the table and we both sit down to eat the eggs and bacon prepared.

Once breakfast is done Tom and I sit down on my couch to watch more TV, “so” I start wanting to know what happened between Tom and his girl – ex-girlfriend yesterday, “do you want to talk about it now.

He gives me a shy kind of smile and nods sheepishly, “well” Tom starts “I just found out that she was cheating on me pretty much our entire relationship” he admits “I was just kind of in shock you know like I liked her, probably not as much as I should have, as she claims to have known the entire time, but it still hurt”

I stare at him like he’s just told me we're all gonna die in 10 seconds until I finally snap out of it “did she say why, not that there’s any excuse to cheating” I ask him wanting to know more details. At this Tom blushes and I’m confused, “actually, yes” he begins “she said it” he breaks off into a breathy kind of laugh “she said she did it because she thought I liked you”.

“Well, that’s absolutely absurd”, Tom just looks at me “isn’t it”, I say quieter than before, my hopes rising even though they shouldn’t, a slight smile takes over his face as he shakes his head and mouths ‘no’.

I smile a little and before I have a chance to react Tom leans over and plants his lips atop mine kissing me, I kiss back instantly having dreamt of this moment since I was 16.

Smiling he pulls away and though I’m ecstatic I’m still majorly confused, “since when” I ask like it’s the most important question in the universe and he replies with a smile “year 10” and it takes me a while to process his answer, but then I realise that we have liked each other the entire time and none of us acted on it.

This thought makes me laugh and hurt quickly flashes across Tom’s face thinking that I’m laughing at what he just said, I quickly place my lips on his again and he smiles into the kiss “I like you too” I say pulling away from his mouth “since year 10” I tell him and then he laughs his head falling to rest on my chest as his body heaves up and down, Tom’s laughter being contagious I start laughing with him until we’re both out of breath, Tom somehow ending up on top of me.

Our laughter dies out and he leans down to kiss me once more, this time more passionate than the last two as he grabs my waist trying to get closer than humanly possible. I pull away and ask him a question that had been on my mind since all this information has come out “then how come you were with her”.

“Because I thought you didn’t want me like that and tried to get over you” he lets out a laugh, “I think I only made it worse though” I laugh at his statement asking him another question, “why were you crying then” his face drops at this and I instantly wish I could take the question back, however before I can say anything else Tom speaks up “because over time I gathered small feelings for her as well, and it still hurt a little, but she’s not you" he smiles at me "she never will be" and with that, he kissed me once more.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland angst #tom holland fluff

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Infinity War Blues

Request: None.

Requested By: Nobody

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: Tom takes Y/n to see IW, things could be better.

Warnings: IW Spoilers, fluff, slight angst

A/N: I hope I made it cute……..is it cute?

Word count: 3K+

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This imagine contains spoilers for IW!

“Are you ready?”

You jogged down the steps. “I guess.” You wore your Avengers shirt, and you grabbed a handful of handkerchiefs from the table. Tom raised an amused eyebrow. “What!?” You asked defensively. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Well no, but you gave me a look.”

Tom laughed. “C’mon.” He summoned. You walked outside and locked the door behind you, climbing in Tom’s car. As he drove to the theater you were talking excitedly about theories you had about the movies from the trailers. Tom would look over at you occasionally, showing his presence in the conversation.

~There was an idea~

When you arrived, as Tom ordered your tickets you were practically jumping up and down with excitement. You smelled the air and smiled in content. Tom tapped you on the shoulder, causing you to turn around. He held up the tickets and you both headed in. As you sat in your seat, watching the previews that played before, Tom left, saying he’d be right back. You nodded as he stood and walked down the steps. You turned your attention back to the TV screen and continued to get excited.

When the theater lights finally turned off, you looked around to see if you could spot Tom. You noticed his hair as he jogged up the stairs and took his seat next to you, a container of popcorn in his hand.

When the MARVEL logo came on screen, you noticed there was no music. Your eyes widened as you looked to Tom, who remained looking at the screen. You took a deep breath and looked back at the screen.

~To bring together a group of remarkable people~

“If you’re going to earth, you might want a guide. I do have a bit of experience in that arena.” Loki spoke.

Your eyes widened. “Oh no.” You whispered. Minutes later, Loki was being strangled by Thanos. You sighed.

~To see if we could become something more~

“Hey, you might want to put that time stone in your back pocket, Doc!” Tony yelled.

“I’m not going to use it!” Strange yelled back.

Suddenly the scene switched to a male’s arm.

You observed the man’s arm, and your eyes flicked up to his hair. You turned to Tom and grinned. He already had a smirk plastered on his face.

The hair on Peter’s arms stood on end. He looked up and put his hand over it to smooth the hair back down. He looked behind him, seeing a giant circle in the sky. Peter looked around the bus, tapping Ned on the face.

“Hey, hey. I need you to cause a distraction.”

You leaned over to Tom and pointed at Harrison in the background. Tom nodded and smiled.

Ned raised his voice. “We’re all gonna die! There’s a spaceship!”

Everyone in the bus, save for Peter, went to the back of it to look outside. Peter dug through his backpack and slapped something on his wrist, shooting a web at the bus window, opening it and climbing out of it.

You held back a laugh. “The window?” You whispered. Tom leaned over to you. “What was I supposed to do? Ask the driver to open the door?” You looked up at him and rolled your eyes at his response. “How dare you correct me.” Tom laughed quietly at your reaction.

Peter hung onto the bus from the window, pulling on his mask and grabbing his backpack, taking a leap and swinging across the water. He swung under a bridge, dragging his feet in the water.

“Ugh.” You gestured at the screen. “Now his shoes are wet.” Tom laughed. “Shh.” He instructed teasingly.

~So when they needed us, we could fight the battles~

Tony flew through the air, catching up to the ascending ship. Peter was losing oxygen. He had just begun to fall when something came up and hit Peter on the back, spreading an iron suit over his spider costume.

You smiled in glee. “Iron Spider!” You whisper shouted. Tom looked at you.

Tony flew into the spaceship, unaware of Peter hanging on for dear life. He climbed inside and sighed. “I should’ve stayed on the bus.”

This gained a few chuckles from the audience. You looked at Tom, who smiled in pride.

~That they never could~

Thanos and Gamora walked through a cave.

“Welcome, Thanos, son of A’lars. Gamora, daughter of Thanos.”

“You know us?” Thanos asked.

“It is my curse to know all who journey here.”

You quirked an eyebrow in confusion.

The figure stepped into the light, revealing Red Skull. He now wore a dark cape.

“Yes! I told you he wasn’t dead!” You whispered to Tom. He rolled his eyes at your childness. “He looks like the Grim Reaper though.” Tom chuckled.

Red Skull led them to a cliff.

“How is it you know this place so well?” Thanos asked.

“A lifetime ago,” he started, “I too, sought the stones. But it cast me out, banished me here. Guiding others to a treasure I cannot possess.”

“Dang. Harsh.” You commented. “Deserved.” Tom whispered back.

“What you seek, lies in front of you. As does what you fear.”

“What’s this?” Gamora inquired.

“The price.” Was his response. “Soul holds a special place among the infinity stones. You might say it has a certain,” he paused, looking for the right word, “wisdom.” He concluded.

Thanos stood on the edge of the cliff, looking out to the mountains surrounding.

“The stone demands a sacrifice.”

“Oh boy.” You whispered, eyes already getting teary.

“Of what?” Thanos questioned.

“In order to take the stone, you must lose that which you love.”

Thanos’ mouth parted.

“A soul, for a soul.” Red Skull explained. Thanos looked back at Gamora. “All my life, I dreamed of a day, a moment, when you got what you deserved.” She said. “You kill, and torture,” she continued, walking closer, “and you call it mercy.” She looked up at him. “The universe has judged you. You asked it for a prize, and it told you no.” She looked brokenly at the being before her. “You failed. And do you want to know why? Because you love nothing.”

You took a deep breath, preparing for the worst.

“No one.” She finished. Thanos turned to her, and the music picked up. “Really?” Gamora questioned. “Tears?”

“They are not for him.” Red Skull clarified.

You cleared your throat, trying to keep the sob down.

Gamora turned to him as her triumphant and mocking smile faded into a worried frown. She looked back up at Thanos and swallowed, no doubt in fear. He took slow steps toward her, as she took steps back. “No. This isn’t love.” She spat.

“I ignored my destiny once. I cannot do that again.”

Gamora looked down. “Even for you.” He finished. Gamora looked up at him with a blank expression. She quickly turned around and pulled out her knife, driving it into her stomach. She felt nothing. She opened her hand and bubbles escaped. She let out a gasp.

“He has a thing for bubbles.” You whispered, trying to lighten the mood.

“I’m sorry little one.”

Thanos grabbed her arm and drug her away, her hitting his arm, trying to get it to release. “No!” She yelled.

Though you could barely hear it. The music was loud, and the editors quieted the voices for effect. You watched as in slow motion he hurled her off the cliff. “Beautiful scenery.” You managed to get out through your tears. You were crying now, which Tom noticed when he heard your squeaky voice. “Ugh, don’t look at me.” You insisted. You dared not intake a breath, knowing it would be a loud sob, and you couldn’t do that in a theater, so, you suffered. Tom smiled a sad smile at you and grasped your hand, turning his attention back on the film.

As Gamora fell, she yelled and reached out her arm, hoping that someone might miraculously catch her. The screen shifted to Thanos, showing tears streaming down his cheeks. He had his mouth open in what looked like shock. Like he couldn’t believe what he had just done. He closed his eyes in regret and mourning, as the screen switched to Gamora’s lifeless body. Thanos clenched his fist as the sky flashed.

~Dread it~

You had finally calmed down, when Thanos reached Tony’s party. You watched in amazement as Thanos absorbed the fire from an explosion in his Infinity Gauntlet, and shot it back out again. Thanos threw a moon at Thanos, causing the Guardians to fly into the air, but they were unconscious. Peter swung from person to person, webbing them up in safety. “I got you, I got you, sorry I can’t remember anybody’s names.”

This caused the theater to laugh again.

Doctor Strange made copies of himself, who each lassoed Thanos with their magic. Thanos used the power stone, making all but the real Doctor Strange vanish. He used the space stone to create a black hole, moving it in Doctor Strange’s direction.

“Did he just throw a black hole?”

“I think so.”

The good Doctor used magic, so when it reached him, the black hole exploded into butterflies. Thanos flinched, until he realized what they were.

You let out a chuckle.

The fight continued in glorious displays of cgi, until Thanos grabbed Doctor Strange, ripping the Eye of Agamotto from him. “You’re full of tricks, wizard. But you never once used your greatest weapon.” He crushed the eye in his hands, revealing nothing. Suddenly, Tony showed up, getting the Doctor free. “If you throw another moon at me, I’m gonna lose it.” He shot out rockets from his back, and they raced towards Thanos. “Oh, come on.” He said.

You laughed in shock.

Tony fought Thanos, hand to hand, sort of, until Thanos ripped the blade from Tony’s suit, and stabbed him in the stomach with it.

You gasped.

~Run from it~

Thanos snapped his fingers. The screen went white before showing you what was happening. The gauntlet looked like it had seen better days. “What did you do?” Thor asked. Thanos disappeared into a portal, leaving Stormbreaker on the ground. Steve walked over, clutching his side. “Steve?” You recognized the voice as Bucky’s. Steve turned, watching Bucky turn to dust. Steve walked over to his best friend’s previous position and placed his hand on the spot where Bucky just stood, seconds ago. Sam vanished too.

T’Challa approached Okoye. “Up, General.” He offered her his hand. “This is no place to die.” As she grabbed onto to pull herself up, his arm dematerialized, taking the rest of him with it.

Wanda disappeared as she leaned over Vision’s lifeless body.

“I am Groot.”

“No, no, no, no, no, Groot.” Rocket said, as Groot evaporated into the air. Several Wakandan soldiers vanished before the scene switched to Tony’s party.

You swore quietly.

“Something’s happening.” Mantis observed. She vanished. “Quill?” Drax spoke, before he vanished as well. Starlord turned to ash too, with a quiet “Aw man.”

The camera switched to Doctor Strange. “It was the only way.” He insisted, him disappearing as well. Before his ashes even got a chance to fully leave the screen, a voice was heard.

“Mister Stark.”

Your eyes widened as you choked down a sob.

The camera panned over to Peter. “I don’t feel so good.”

“You’re alright.” Tony reassured. Peter looked down at his fading hands. “I don’t-I don’t know what’s happening.” He stuttered, stumbling into Tony’s arms. He wrapped his arms around Tony’s torso.

“I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go, Sir, please. Please. I don’t wanna go. I don’t wanna go.”

Tony, less than gracefully, rested Peter on the ground. He stared up at the sky before looking at Tony whispering, “I’m sorry.” Peter then evaporated into ash. Tony fell forward, due to the lack of presence under him. Tony sat up looking at his hands in shock and denial.

The screen switched to Nebula. “He did it.” She said, emotionless.

~Destiny still arrives~

You walked out of that theater a mess. You walked back to the car, climbing in the passenger seat while Tom walked around to the driver’s side. He opened the door and slid in. As you started down the road, the car was dead quiet. Tom dared not ask you what you thought, but he figured he could at least have his input.

“I thought it was good.” He said as he shrugged.

“Well yes, but that doesn’t fix it!” You retorted. Tom chuckled at your over the top response. “Darling, it’s okay. It’s just a movie.”

The blush that covered your face didn’t stop you from fighting back. “I know that! But I’ve made a connection with the characters! I can imagine how that would feel. In a sense.”

Tom took his eyes off the road to look at you before directing his attention back to where he was going.

“I knew Red Skull was still alive.”

Tom laughed.

“And Gamora….and Peter.” You said, a frown on your face. “I LOVED THEM!” You shouted. “Love, I am Spiderman.” Tom commented.

“No, Peter’s better and cuter than you are.”

Tom’s jaw went slack. “Baby, that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Yes it does. If you look at a picture of you and Peter side by side, there is a difference, trust me.”

“Why?”

“I observe.” You explained. “Peter looks younger, and he has makeup on.”

“Ah ha, so you want me to start wearing makeup, is that it?”

“And he’s so pure, and his hair is so fluffy.” You continued, acting as if Tom hadn’t said a word.

“His hair IS MY hair!” Tom retorted. “Yeah, but you don’t want me touching it.”

“It can’t be beautiful if it’s had hands in it.”

“Exactly. Peter wouldn’t care.”

Tom rolled his eyes. “Maybe you should date Peter.”

“Maybe you should let me play with your hair.” You retorted. “And I WOULD, if he was real.”

Tom shook his head, laughing. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation right now.”

You laughed with him at the stupidity, and leaned on his shoulder. “I love you.”

“You sure you don’t love PETER?”

“Ya know what!?” You said, sitting up. “Fine. I won’t even TRY to be nice. Are you jealous of YOURSELF?”

“Babe, that’s not possible.”

“I don’t know. I think it might be.” You said, eyeing him. He kept his eyes locked on the road. You raised an amused eyebrow, but dropped the subject.

Tom pulled into the driveway to his house. He unlocked the door and you both entered. As soon as you walked through the door you yelled, “Tessa!!” Tessa came racing out to you, running circles around your legs. “Hey baby!” You yelled excitedly. “How’s my girl!?” You asked, getting down on her level. She tackled you to the ground and licked your face. You laughed and petted her. She finally calmed down and you sat up. “How was your day?” You asked. She barked in response. “Yeah?” You questioned, an amused grin on your face. Tom watched the display with adoration.

Tom glanced at the clock. “Love, what do you want for lunch?” You looked up from your spot on the floor. “Um.” You crawled over to Tessa’s food dish, giving her lunch. “I’d be down for eggs.” You decided.

Tom nodded and headed to the fridge, pulling out eggs and bacon. He put the bacon in the pan first, because they take longer. The pan spat grease, getting it on his shirt. He let out a noise of disgust and pulled his shirt off over his head, and rinsed it under the sink. You raised an eyebrow, and looked down at Tessa, who was sitting on the floor by your feet. When she felt eyes on her she looked up at you and wagged her tail. You crouched down, giving her a scratch behind her ear. “You’re so precious.” You complimented. Tom looked over his shoulder to see you talking to his dog, and rolled his eyes. After hanging up his shirt to dry, he walked back over to the pan, tending to the bacon.

You walked up behind him. “If that sprays you, you’re gonna get burned.” Tom sighed. “I can’t win.” You laughed and wrapped your arms around his waist, kissing between his shoulder blades, causing him to get tense and stand up straighter. You smirked at his reaction, and let him go, running your hands softly down his back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, before walking away. He looked back at you, watching you exit the room, before flipping the bacon.

“Babe, do you wanna watch something while we eat?”

“Sure.”

“What do you want?”

“I don’t care.”

You rolled your eyes at his response and dug through his DVD collection. You finally decided on Star Wars.

Tom walked in carrying both plates. He looked at the screen. “Star Wars?” You looked up at him with innocent eyes. “That’s so cliché.”

Your jaw went slack. “These movies are amazing, and FYI, I haven’t seen these movies in years. YEARS, THOMAS.”

He shook his head and set the plates down on the coffee table.

“Besides, you said you didn’t care.”

“Touché.”

He sat down next to you. You looked him over. “Are you gonna get a shirt, or nah?”

He smirked and looked at you. “Nah.”

You rolled your eyes and picked up your plate, turning your attention to the movie.

~Mister Stark~

You had watched A New Hope, and The Empire Strikes Back, by 5:00. You were putting in Return of the Jedi, when Tom interrupted you.

“Love, I don’t want to watch Star Wars all day.”

“We saw the other two, now we must.” You said, putting it in. “Besides, I want to watch something happy.”

“We have been. For four hours.”

“You can’t back out now, Tom. We have to finish the Trilogy.”

Tom sighed, knowing there was no way to convince you otherwise.

“I’ll order pizza.” He said, standing from his spot on the couch. He stretched before walking off.

You smiled down at Tessa, and picked up a toy, waving it in front of her nose. She raised her head, but rested it back on the cushion. You placed the toy on her head and she shook it, sending the toy flying. You playfully scowled at her. “You’re no fun.” She closed her eyes as her breathing evened out. You shook your head.

Tom came back in and yawned. “Why are you so tired?” You asked. Tom looked at you. “What?”

“You yawned.”

“Yawning doesn’t always mean someone’s tired.”

“Oh yeah. I forgot.”

“Sure you did.”

~I don’t feel so good~

You had finished the pizza, and were almost done with the movie. You were leaning on a tired Tom.

“I can’t believe we watched eight hours of movie today.” He muttered. You quickly did the math in your head.

“Nine, but you’re close.”

“Ugh.” He said, leaning his head on the back of the couch. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”

The credits for the movie rolled. “Well what do you want to do now?”

“Get off my butt.” He replied. “It’s sore.” He explained, standing. “Sorry.” You apologized sheepishly.

Tom looked at the clock. 7:00.

“Why does it feel like 10:30?”

“Cause we’ve done nothing all day?” You guessed. “We should go for a walk.” Tom suggested.

“You should take Tessa.”

The pit-bull lifted her head, upon hearing her name. “Yeah.” He grabbed a leash. “Hey, Tessa! Wanna go for a walk!?” He asked. The dog ran to him and started circling his legs. He laughed. “Tessa, hold still.”

Needless to say, she didn’t comply. You put a hand over your mouth to keep in the giggles that threatened to escape. He finally managed to get the leash on her. He slipped on some shoes and started walking out.

“Uh, love?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you going to get a shirt?”

He looked down, cussing. “I totally forgot.” He said, grabbing his shirt and slipping it on. He grabbed a jacket and headed out the door, you in tow.

~Like in Footloose, the movie?~

You walked around town for an hour or so, before deciding to head back, being another hour or so. You got back to the house at 10:00. “Ugh.” You said. “I’m not going home.” You flopped down on the couch, pulling your shoes off. Tom released Tessa, who joined you on the couch. Tom joined you as well, laying down across your lap. “Tom.”

“Hm?” He replied, sleepily.

“Nevermind.”

“Then why’d you say that?” He muttered.

“I was gonna say something, but decided not to.” You explained. He nodded. You looked down at his sleepy form, and the mat of hair that was in your lap. You crossed your arms, resisting the urge to comb your hands through it.

You finally lost the internal battle, deciding that he was gonna have bed-hair anyway. You carefully ran your hands through the soft curls, immediately loving the feeling.

“What’re you doing?” Tom muttered, barely audible.

“Shh. Go to sleep.”

“I said I don’t like people touching my hair.”

“Too bad. You’re gonna have to redo it in the morning anyway.”

He sighed in defeat. You smiled in victory, and continued to comb through his locks, massaging his scalp.

He was asleep in minutes.

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A/n: Repost! Man, I hate my old writing.

#MARVEL #MARVEL x reader #x reader #reader #reader insert #Tom Holland #Tom Holland x reader #my imagine #Mara's imagine

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lnfours · 10 months

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sideline (two) | t.h

wc -> a short but also sweet 2k

warnings -> mentions of family loss, language, fluff, all the feels, toms the best fake bf idk...

🎵 spotify playlist | 📖 prev/next chapter | 📂 masterlist

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it had been a week since you and tom had started ‘dating’. it was working out well and people started believing in it whenever they’d see the way you’d both put on a show in front of others. and when sarah and mia had questioned what was going on, they both happily squealed at your response.

now you sat on your bed, scrolling through different social medias to pass the time until you felt tired enough to go to bed. you stopped your scrolling process when a messages notification popped up at the top of your screen.

tom hey, you busy?

you clicked on it, the screen brightening as your fingers tapped against the keyboard.

y/n not really, just trying to make myself tired why? something wrong?

you watched as the ‘read’ popped up under your blue message. the bubble with three little dots popped up on his end.

tom can’t sleep lol and i’m kinda craving some ice cream wanna join?

you smiled, typing out a response.

y/n sure!

tom cool :) i’ll pick u up in 10?

y/n sounds good :)

you got up out of bed and threw on a hoodie overtop of your tank top, grabbing some socks and shoes before heading downstairs quietly. the two other girls were already asleep, getting their rest in before their 8ams in the morning.

you grabbed your wallet and house key out of your purse, watching as a car pulled into the driveway. you quietly opened the front door, stepping outside and locking it behind you before making your way to the passenger side of his car.

“hey,” you smiled, getting in. he smiled back at you.

“hey,” he looked over at your hoodie, “you like the bruins?”

you looked down at your hoodie, “oh, it was my dad’s. hockey was his favorite sport.”

he nodded, pulling out the driveway. he handed you his phone that was unlocked, “you can choose the music if you want to.”

you clicked on the spotify icon on his phone, going through his liked songs playlist. you let out a soft laugh, clicking on the one direction song towards the top of the playlist, “you like one direction?”

he smiled back over at you from the driver’s side, “hell yeah! some of their songs are catchy.”

you shook your head, still smiling as you looked out the window. you couldn't explain it, but something about being with tom made you feel comfortable. everything about him made you feel like you could tell him anything and everything, talk for hours about whatever crossed your minds.

he looked over at you, “you alright?”

you turned back to the brunette, a content smile on your face, “yeah, sorry. just thinking.”

“about?”

you shrugged, “just about life, i guess?”

he pulled into a space in the parking lot, “talk over some ice cream?”

you nodded, the two of you getting out of the car. you both walked up to the order window, placing your order. when you went to pay, he pushed your arm aside.

“no, i’ve got it.”

“nope, this was my idea. let me.”

you huffed, sending him a look as the cashier smiled at the both of you, “i remember when my husband and i were your age. it was always an argument whenever it’d be time to pay.”

you both let out a soft laugh, smiling at the woman. he fished a few dollar bills out of his wallet, sticking them in the ‘tips’ cup propped up in the window. she smiled at him again.

“here you go, hun,” she said, handing him his card back before looking over at you, “he’s a keeper, sweetie.”

you smiled, “can’t argue with that.”

he playfully rolled his eyes at you, the two of you thanking the older woman before stepping to the pickup window. once the two of you had your ice cream in your hand, he led you back to the car. this time, he opened the door for you.

“putting on a show for that woman, huh?”

he laughed, shaking his head, “shut up and get in the car.”

you laughed back at him, sitting down on the leather seat before he closed the car door. he made his way around to the other side, closing the door.

“so,” he said after a little while, your ice cream almost finished as the condensation on the cup soaked through the napkins in your hand, “tell me everything i need to know about you.”

you hummed, taking the plastic spoon out of your mouth, “like what?”

“your favorite color, favorite song, about your hometown, parents,” he shrugged, “what cringey phase you went through in middle school,” you chuckled as he smiled, “seriously, anything.”

you sighed, “well, i don’t have a favorite color or a favorite song, there’s just too many options for both of those things,” he nodded, “uhm, born and raised in boston, i don’t really plan on leaving, either.. and i definitely went through an emo phase in middle school.”

he smirked, “i can picture that,” he said, “what about your parents?”

you bit down on your lower lip, putting your ice cream cup in your lap, “well, it’s just me and my grandmother. my mom wasn’t in the picture, and my dad passed when i was 15. ever since then, it’s just been me and her.”

his expression softened, “im so sorry.”

you waved him off, sending him a tight lipped smile, “it’s okay.”

he shook his head, “i can’t imagine,” he put his ice cream trash in the cupholder of the car, “i mean, i was wondering about your word choice earlier when i asked about the sweatshirt, but i just didn’t expect-”

“tom,” you placed your hand on his arm to keep him from rambling apologies, “it’s okay. really.”

his eyes met yours and you smiled softly, “sorry.”

you playfully rolled your eyes, “stop apologizing!”

he put his hands up in fake surrender, “okay, okay!”

you both chuckled as a comfortable silence washed over the two of you. you decided to be the one to break it, “what about you?”

he hummed before answering, “well, my favorite color is blue, favorite song changes but currently it’s ‘take me where your heart is’ by q, because unlike someone i know, i can pick.”

you playfully swatted at his arm, “fuck off.”

he smiled, leaning back in his seat, “uhm, what else… oh, born and raised in london, i’ve got three younger brothers, two of them are twins. i’m hoping to go pro with hockey, and uhm… i was a theater kid in middle school.”

“okay, being a theater kid is kinda dope,” you argued, “props to them, they have more talent than i have.”

he nodded, “yeah, it was a fun time.”

“what about your parents?” you asked and you watched him shift in his seat, unsure on wether or not he should talk about it. you gave him a reassuring smile, egging him on to talk about them.

“they’re y’know, parents,” he said, “my mom’s more supportive about other stuff, and my dad pushes me to play hockey like he did in college, wants me to be better than he was.”

“your dad played hockey?”

“yeah, back in the 90s,” he shrugged, “never made it pro, though. so i guess he’s trying to live through me to get the life he wanted.”

“is that how you ended up in boston?”

he nodded, “yeah, best school with the best hockey team. didn’t have much of a choice.” he looked back over at you, “what about you, though? what’re your plans for after graduation?”

you shrugged, “haven’t really gotten there yet. i’m hoping to land a internship with a book publishing company here in the city by the end of spring semester, and then i guess we’ll see where that leads me.”

the music was still playing softly as the two of you sat in a comfortable silence. you looked over at him as he scrolled through his spotify playlist, his face softly illuminated by the dim lighting on his phone. he looked so pretty, so soft…

no, stop it. this is supposed to be a fake relationship. no strings attached, remember?

you pulled your gaze away and checked the time on your phone, 10:45pm. even though it was late at night, you weren’t tired at all.

“oh, i forgot to tell you,” his voice broke through the silence, “there’s a game this friday, you should come.”

you let out a soft groan, “do i have to?”

he chuckled, “part of the deal, remember?”

those damn rules.

“okay, fine. but im bringing mia and sarah.”

he shrugged, “fine with me.”

after a few more minutes of talking about classes tomorrow, you both had come to the conclusion that it was getting late and the two of you should head back. the drive was short back to your house, tom pulling into the driveway and putting the car in park.

“thanks for the ice cream,” you smiled, “i owe you.”

“you don’t owe me anything,” he smiled, “was on me, remember?”

you rolled your eyes, “fine, next time it’s on me, okay?”

he shook his head with a laugh, “whatever helps you sleep at night, love.”

you ignored the butterflies in your stomach that erupted at the nickname, smiling back at him as you got out of the car, “goodnight, thomas.”

“goodnight, y/n.”

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the next morning was chaotic. the quad was filled with students trying to find their way to their classes, booths set up in the middle encouraging them to join certain clubs. you walked with your headphones in, looking down at your phone as you opened spotify.

you typed in the song tom had mentioned the night before, listening to it. you were curious about what his music taste was like, no other reason. none at all.

you jumped as someone tapped you on the shoulder, tugging an earbud out as you spun your head into the direction of the person behind you. you relaxed when you noticed the messy flop of brunette curls.

“jesus, you really have to stop stalking me.”

“well, good morning to you, too, sunshine,” the british accent filled your ears, “and to be fair, this is literally the main hub of everyone who goes to this school.”

he turned around in a circle with his arms out, gesturing to the amount of people walking through. you playfully rolled your eyes, “what do you want, holland?”

“what? i can’t walk my ‘girlfriend’ to her first class of the day?” he asked, using air quotes when he said ‘girlfriend’. he held his hand out for you to give him your bag, which you obliged, knowing he wouldn’t give up without a fight.

“where you heading?”

“english with wilson,” you said the next sentence with a sarcastic tone, “the best way to start my morning.”

“he’s such a snoozefest,” he rolled his eyes, “always talking about shit that doesn’t matter.”

you chuckled, nodding in agreement, “where are you heading?”

“oh, i’m free until my class at 2,” he said, opening the door to the building for you, “might just go sit in the lounge for a little bit.”

you nodded, walking towards the staircase, “sounds like an interesting morning.”

“oh, for sure.”

he walked you to the door, handing you back your bag, “i’ll be back here at noon.”

“you don’t have to walk me to and from, it’s okay.”

he shrugged, “i want to.”

your eyes drifted when you realized the group of boys were heading to the same room as you. your eyes locked on jack’s blue ones, a pit settling into your stomach. tom caught on that you weren’t paying attention, his eyes shifting to the blonde who walked past you.

jack’s eyes shifted from you and to tom. tom sent him a nod, smiling as jack ignored him, entering the lecture.

you sighed, “maybe i should go see advisement about switching.”

“no, this is good,” tom said, “i can come here every morning and make him jealous.”

“i guess you’re right.”

“always am,” he smiled, walking backwards as he sent you a smile, “see you at noon, darling.”

you walked into the lecture and found a seat, sitting down and thinking to yourself and shaking your head as you smiled softly.

tom holland was going to 100% be the death of you.

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xoxo, jordan

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dreaming-for-an-escape · 11 months

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There is no heart for me like yours Chapter 2 Sneak peek :)

“Tobey Maguire.” Daeron said with a serious tone. That earned a scoff from his eldest brother.

Aegon shook his head. “No way man. Andrew Garfield.”

“So we’re completely forgetting about Tom Holland?” Julieta added with raised brows.

The group was now exiting Web Slingers a Spider-Man Adventure. They had immediately got in line for it once entering Avengers Campus in California Adventure. Thankfully the line wasn’t long like it usually was, and soon enough they were enjoying the chaos of the interactive screen ride.

Aegon muttered something before looking toward Adrian. She was a huge Marvel fan. Her opinion would matter greatly. “Adrian, who do you think is the best live action Spider-Man?”

Adrian made a thoughtful expression. While she thought this over she missed the way Aemond was giving her heart eyes. Helaena noticed and she smiled, finding the couple to be cute and wholesome.

“Well, you can’t outdo the original.” Adrian finally answered. Daeron was about to boast before she kept talking.

“But I think all three are good in their own way. Tobey Magure is the perfect Peter Parker and Andrew Garfield is the perfect Spider-Man. And Tom Holland is a great mixture of both.”

“Okay sure but who’s your favorite?” Daeron persisted. From what she said before he already knew who that would be but he wanted to hear her say it aloud so he could annoy Aegon.

Adrian locked eyes with Aemond before she smiled. She looked back at the others, eyes twinkling with playfulness. She did the iconic three fingered hand gesture."Go Web! Fly! Up, Up, And Away Web! Shazaam! Go! Go! Go Web Go! Tally Ho."

Immediately did Daeron start gloating all up in Aegon’s face while Aegon rolled his eyes, grumbling.

#there is no heart for me like yours #adrian nova reyes #aemond targaryen #daeron targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #helaena targaryen #julieta reyes #modern au #house of the dragon #oc

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In Time : Tom Holland x Reader

Chapter 10

2k wc and SMAUs , click here for warnings and other chapters

Y/n spun bashfully for the camera. She was FaceTiming Nikki, Tom’s mom to get her opinion on y/n’s outfit. It was her first ever red carpet and since Nikki had walked several with Tom early on in his career, she secretly offered to y/n that she could chat with her before the event if she thought it would help. As such, after getting dressed and letting Tom’s makeup staff touch up her face, she called Nikki.

“You look so pretty, y/n, dear,” Nikki grinned. “That dress looks even more amazing on you than I remember,” she encouraged kindly. Nikki had attended y/n and Tom’s fitting with them, to be there as the only other female member of Tom’s typical entourage so y/n had that feminine support, but also to ensure her twins -Harry and Sam, who were also going to Ballon d’or- were fitted properly as well.

“Thank you Mrs…,” y/n stopped and giggled. “Nikki,” she corrected herself, earning a sweet affirmative nod from Tom’s mom.

“No trouble, darling,” Nikki mused. “Just breathe, smile, and I assure you, Tom will help you through the rest, it’ll be over before you know it,” she commented.

“Thanks mum,” Tom’s voice sounded from outside the dressing room door. “But you could try to not make it sound so dreadful,” he laughed before knocking politely to see if he could enter.

Y/n and Nikki laughed. Y/n leaned over and opened the door.

“It’s truly not all-,” Tom began, suddenly halting as he stood before y/n with widened eyes and his lips sliggtoy parted.

“Not all… what?” Y/n giggled, looking over at Nikki for help as to what her son meant. Only, she simply found Nikki grinning while watching Tom through the screen. “Tom?” Y/n asked, stepping closer and taking his hand.

Tom shook his head sending his curls bouncing around the frames of his glasses. “S-sorry love,” he replied breathily, his cheeks reddened. “It’s just,” his front teeth grazed his bottom lip, “you look so beautiful”.

Y/n froze, her lips in a half-gasp half-smile. She laughed shyly and looked between Nikki on the phone and Tom, uncertain what to say next.

Tom smiled and pulled her closer. “Seriously, darling,” he hummed, “you’re breathtaking”.

Y/n went to lean her head on Tom’s shoulder but stopped, making him raise an eyebrow at her in confusion. “Angie,” she explained, giving the name of one of Tom’s makeup stylists she’d worked with, “said not to mess up the final look before the carpet”.

Tom laughed with a dramatic scoff. “Well, I don’t truly care about that,” he argued, “but, fine”. He held her hands in his as he smiled at her. “Are you nervous?” He asked.

Y/n tried to not bite her lip, she looked over at her phone and nodded, “but your mom has been a big help”.

Tom grinned as he watched his mum and y/n smile at each other through the phone screen. “I must say, I’m surprised, my mum isn’t a big fan of these things,” he commented lightly.

“I’m not,” Nikki agreed with a laugh. “But, y/n I think you’ll have a fine night, enjoy you two,” she said as she waved to close out the call.

After saying their goodbyes, y/n locked her phone, silenced it and slid it into the bag Harry was packing with him tonight that held Tom’s phone and Harry’s equipment. She figured she’d grab it out when it was appropriate to do so; likely after the red carpet portion of the event.

Y/n grinned at Tom, tilting his glasses slightly so they were back in place.

“Hmm?” Tom asked, lazily smiling at y/n.

Y/n shook her head. “Nothing.” She smiled as she continued to gaze at Tom. “You just look really handsome,” she complimented.

“You mentioned that earlier,” Tom blushed. He’d nervously gotten ready earlier than the others, wanting to ensure y/n had enough time in the staging room in order to not feel rushed for the event. As such, when he was done, she’d come to to tell him how good she thought he looked. Not that he minded hearing it again from her now.

“So I should stop saying it?” Y/n asked, her head tilted lightly as she smirked. When Tom shook his head ‘no’ with a blush on his cheeks, she giggled. “I’m loving that you kept it natural,” she said, reaching up to play with his curls.

Tom’s blush deepened. “I thought you might,” he admitted.

Y/n hummed. “You’re comfortable with it?”

“You said I look handsome,” Tom answered.

“I did. You do.” Y/n nodded. “I just know you don’t typically wear it out like this in public”.

Tom hummed with a tender smile. “What can I say, you’ve changed me,” he joked lightheartedly.

Y/n giggled and rolled her eyes. “Please, if anything I’d argue I’ve unchanged you,” she joked, referring to how her love for his natural hair made him stop wearing it straight as much.

Tom laughed but nodded, still smiling. “Exactly,” he said as he adjusted his frames and ran his hands down y/n’s sides. “You’ve got nothing to be worried about tonight, I promise,” he whispered. “I’ll be by your side the whole time, and Harry will be there. Sam too, and you’ve already met Zendaya and some of the other cast, it’ll just be a nice little catch up”.

“With cameras and screaming fans and a literal red carpet,” Y/n teased, laughing to show Tom she was joking and wasn’t actually panicking over that. She’d learned by now that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her, so as long as she stayed by his side she’d be fine. Even if this was an actual red carpet event she was about to attend.

Y/n and Tom supportively squeezed each others hands at the same time in the back of the towncar, making them laugh. “Ready?” She asked.

Tom nodded. “Ready”. He removed his medical-grade mask and popped a piece of gum in his mouth. Y/n let him help her out of the towncar before straightening his bow tie that had seemingly moved in the drive. When she was done, Tom kissed her hand before lowering it to his side and interlacing their fingers.

Tom kept pace with Y/n as they walked into the entrance, the screaming and flashes starting. He squeezed her hand before letting go. He quickly moved to intertwine their elbows before relocking their fingers together. She was now safely pressed up beside him as they walked. This way he would quickly and easily know if the event became too much for her.

Y/n smiled lovingly as she watched Tom try to regulate his breathing. She knew these things were a lot for him too sometimes. Her thumb ran over his hand that held hers, making him turn to her with a smile. She nodded softly at him as she smiled back.

Tom turned back to the attendant at the start of the red carpet. He decided to let Harry, who’d been behind him by just a few feet, handle the details of where the red carpet attendant wanted he and y/n and whatnot. He turned partially to y/n, “ready, beautiful?”

Y/n pursed her lips shyly but nodded confidently. With a hype man like Tom by her side why should she be worried? She listened to Harry as he explained how Tom would walk out first, get some photos and then they’d signal for y/n to walk to him for more, and so on. Y/n nodded to Tom when he looked at her silently seeking confirmation she would be okay without him for a moment. She watched closely as Tom then made his way to the main area of the red carpet, cameras flashing and photographers shouting orders.

“Remember, you practiced this,” Harry smiled, squeezing y/n’s shoulder as his camera stayed filming Tom.

Y/n nodded, remembering Harry’s brief lessons on how to pose for tonight. “Thanks again, Harry,” she smiled. She took a deep breath and when Harry nodded for her to begin walking, she followed Tom’s path out onto the red carpet. Tom had spun to look her the moment she took a step in his direction. He truly was the sweetest.

Tom grinned proudly as y/n held her head high and walked to him, her eyes only on him. Once she was within reach, he helped her get into a comfortable stance before he snaked his arm around her waist.

Y/n smiled and tried a few poses that Harry taught her when the photographers began yelling incoherent words at her. Just as they had taken a photo of her resting her hand on Tom’s chest as she stood at a slight angle with Tom smiling directly at her while she looked up at him, he suddenly leaned closer to her.

“May I kiss your cheek?” Tom respectfully asked. When y/n nodded, his smile grew and he shifted them to the next pose. After they finished the photos, he placed a proud kiss on her cheek. “You did great,” he whispered.

“That’s surely going to end up in TikTok edits,” Harry commented with a cheesy wink as he reached Tom and y/n’s side at the end of the red carpet.

Tom was practically bouncing with nerves as he watched Messi approach. Y/n had no idea about football/soccer, but she knew he was one of Tom’s heroes. She watched, excited for him, and rubbed his shoulder to relax him as the athlete came over. She stood respectfully as they greeted each other, Tom’s excitement clear in his face. “This is my girlfriend, y/n,” Tom introduced, throwing Y/n off guard. She hadn’t planned on also meeting the man, much less Tom using his brief time to talk to his hero to introduce her.

“Love,” Tom smiled, gently pulling y/n closer so she could meet Messi. She shook hands with the man before she happily resumed watching Tom. It was so cute how he was trying not to ‘fangirl’ over meeting Messi. Y/n glanced over and saw how his brothers were super giddy too. She hummed to herself when she saw Harry had caught it all on film. She knew they’d love to play it back later. She was so happy for Tom and proud that he forged such path for himself that allowed him to meet his hero.

“This is my darling girlfriend y/n. Y/n, love, this is Mbappe,” Tom introduced. He knew she would barely recognize the name as being an athlete Tom admired. But, he was just proud to have her by his side. And he was eager to involve her as much as he could and make her feel comfortable with this side of his life. He kept his hand on her waist as he and Mbappe joked around and laughed. He could feel her eyes on him as she smiled at the interaction.

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yourusername: Unapologetic photo dump because my handsome and talented superhero got to meet some of his personal heroes & idols tonight 🦸🏻‍♂️

Honored to be by your side, T! xoxo 💋

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tomholland2013: No one else I’d rather spend such an amazing night with darling, xxx ❤️

karinainatlanta: You looked so stunning! I mean. you always do girl, but ahhhh! Tom had some serious arm candy tonight! 🔥

tomholland2013: definitely ‘punching above my weight’ with her 😍

yourusername: @/karinainatlanta @/tomholland2013 ily both sm 🥹😘

nikkihollandphotography: ❤️ You all look so great

hollandfanatic17: so pretty!! I’m so glad Tom invited you, you’re so cute together! 😭

bazandtom_holland: Did you see how he kept involving her in everything? OTP 😍

parkerstark3000: @/bazandtom_holland HE INTRODUCED HER TO HIS IDOLS 😭

mcu3kfrvr: screaming! he was so showing you off girl, so jealous

hanbananaholland: came here to comment this! they’re so in love

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spidermanmovie: Best way to start the press tour if we do say so ourselves 🕷️❤️

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harryholland64: absolutely mental night mate!

mrstholland: im dead!!! Tom’s still showing her off even after the night ended 😭

peterholland02: you all look so good, and y/n was so supportive 💜

hollandfanatic17: @/peterholland02 they were so cute, he kept her by his side all night and she was so happy to be there; i love then your honor 😍😍😍

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heartstopper26 · 2 years

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I always thought Tom Holland would be the only one in my heart but Heartstopper topped it all, the whole cast is just so amazing especially joe locke and kit connor the whole show is just so amazing and i love it im really looking forward to two more seasons of heartstopper I'm sure everyone will do great.

(Tom Holland is still my number one in my heart)

And everyone did an amazing job in this season thank you Alice Oseman to bring these special characters to life onto the screen. <3

#heartstopper #joe locke #kit connor #tom holland #alice oseman #grafic novel #spiderman #peter parker #charlie spring #nick nelson

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xtom-darling-x17 · 2 years

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gabenvrhappened · 6 months

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TvShowsOr... Red Oaks

A couple of months ago, I was scrolling through Instagram, and found a post with TV show recommendations, and it had Red Oaks on it. I made a note-to-self (in the form of a screenshot) to watch it but never came back to that promise. Until one night when I realized I had to stay days locked up at home, so it was important to find something to spend my time with. That's when I found the show again, while scrolling on Amazon Prime. “What harm can a show of only three seasons do?” I pondered.

This innovative coming-of-age summer-show tells the story of David Mayers (played by Craig Roberts): a boy from the suburbs who works at a country club. He has a simple life, but he wants to be more. He wants to become a movie director. He doesn't want a trophy wife, a beautiful baby or to stay forever teaching tennis or to become a tax person like his dad (someone who doesn’t support his dreams in the slightest). Craig must have been the name to watch when the show premiered back in 2014. I remember him being kind of a Tumblr actor with his movie choices. Here he looks adorable and funny (and kind of a Tom Holland look-alike from certain angles). Seeing him in tight small pants was a vision for the eyes (specially when butt naked). He probably liked the whole camera thing because, in real life, he became a director and now he's focused on taking pictures with a 35mm camera. I'm happy he found his passion but sad not to see him on the screen.

Alongside David, we have a lot of charming characters. Skye, portrayed by Alexandra Socha, even though an irritating, spoiled, and entitled little brat, is, undeniably, the female heart of the show. Her absence in the third season is deeply felt, but, hopefully, when she appears to conclude her arc, she does it satisfactorily. Another girl who also steals the show is — oh my, another Alexandra — Alexandra Turshen, who plays Misty. The hot girl who dates the hot (but dumb) guy. Her role grows more during the episodes, leaving that teenage rom-com stereotype behind, and I’m sure the audience feels pleasure with that. It's interesting to see the development of the romance she has with Wheeler, brilliantly funny played by Oliver Cooper. Yes, he's just another cliche of the show, as the fat (and smart) guy who likes the hot girl, smokes marijuana and makes bad decisions, but he does it so well that I only remembered how cliche he was while writing this.

From the adult characters, Herb is the perfect one. I spent my watchings hoping to see Freddie Roman again and again, since he was very old when the show was shot. Well, he died last year, but good to see that he gave us this warm character on his 85 well-lived years. But, even though we get great characters played by veterans actors, one was the baddest of the baddest. I'm in love with Paul Reiser and his Douglas Getty. That's the guy I want to be when I'm old: ruthless, smart, and a relentless business-driven man, while also being (somewhat) generous. Of course not the bad parts of being a criminal and having offshore money, but that this made him a sweet badass, it did.

I have nothing bad to say about any of the seasons, which is funny to think about because I always some remark. Since I've watched them all in a few months, things are fresh in my mind. But that's not something that can prevent me from wondering about some writing decisions. In the first season, for instance, the cocaine situation was so quickly resolved for something so harmful. It could've been used to set the tone for the second season, and it would've been extra nice if Nash had used it for his advantage (since he was needing one at that time). Speaking of Nash, it can't be just me who saw a spark between him and Skip. I really thought they would have an enemies-to-lovers plot somewhere. Maybe if the show were recent, they would have a chance. Skip could be an asshole, but he's the finest looking one. In the third season, he even has a threesome with Nash, and they also move in together… Well… I guess the script indeed had that subtone after all.

Talking about settings, the change of scene to Paris in the second season, and, more prominently, New York in the third, was pleasant to see. I mean, who says no to shows in Paris and New York, right? But that made the magic of the country club disappear, especially in that smoky third season and even with arcs of the story happening there. Still, this change of scene had to happen to give the show a better flow and it also had a positive balance on the storylines, because allowed the writers to make the characters grow and evolve further in teenagers territories.

The struggle David lives, for example, became more intense, and I could relate to it so damn well. Money or happiness. A career or your passion? The girl or the dream? The growth of his character and his dilemmas caught me more and more as the episodes went by. At least, until the very last seconds of the last one, where he showed a snobbish side of him I wasn't pleased to see. If that's a side of the real David (the director), it makes it easy to understand why his movies aren't so well-received. Fun fact: only when I finished the series did I make the connection between this character's name and the creator of the show: David Gordon Green. And the surname Mayers? Well, let's just say Green has a thing for horror movies.

If, once, I first started watching Red Oaks for its short duration, I finished the final season damning that first relief, because the third is the shortest of them all. So short that, for a moment, I thought the show wouldn't be competently wrapped, but thankfully it was. Even so, that's how I like my shows to end: in their glory. Brooklyn Nine-Nine and Younger are good examples of this (even though they lasted longer). The good thing is that I can always come back to this project and finish it just as fast as tennis courtyard swing. A show that caught my interest from the very first moment, when David's father had a heart attack at a tenis filed, and, scared to die, confessed he was still in love with an old fling, and that his wife was secretly a lesbian. Ah… the 80s.

#TvShowsOrGabeNeverHappened

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