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waitimcomingtoo · 3 months

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Come See About Me

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Synopsis: Tom realizes he got you all wrong and slowly falls as he learns more about you during the press tour

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“Oh shoot. I’m press with Y/n all week.” Tom said as he read an email from his team.

“Is that a bad thing?” Harry asked him.

“Not necessarily. I just don’t really know her that well. She was super reserved on set for the few days I shot with her. I wonder why they paired me with her.”

“Well, you’re the same age, right? The movie team probably just want to start romance rumors for publicity.”

“I don’t think that will happen. I barely got to know her during filming. I doubt anyone will see chemistry between us.” Tom replied. He started pacing around his hotel room and felt uncharacteristically nervous for the day ahead.

“Well for your sake, let’s hope you don’t see chemistry between you either.” Harry snorted.

“How do you mean?” Tom frowned.

“You know how messy relationships in the public eye can be. Just don’t go falling in love with this girl, okay? I do not want to watch you pine after your dark and mysterious costar.” Harry warned him.

“Psh. I won’t fall in love with her. That would never happen.” Tom scoffed and continued scrolling through his phone. He ended up on Instagram and saw that you had recently posted a photo. It was just a simple selfie in your hotel room which was probably just a few doors down from Tom’s. He found himself smiling and gave the photo a like. He may not have gotten to know you on set, but there’s no reason he couldn’t get to know you now.

“But if I did, why would that be bad?” Tom asked as he deep stalked your Instagram.

“The way I see it, there are two outcomes if you choose to pursue her. Option one is you get swept up in the excitement of promoting the movie and start reading into every little interaction between the two of you because that’s what the public is doing. So you convince yourself you’re in love with her and maybe she’ll even convince herself of the same thing. But once the press tour is over and you get to be with each other without any reason or purpose, you realize you never actually liked each other. And that’ll just end up breaking both your hearts. Even worse if only one of you realizes you never actually liked the other. God. That would be a nightmare.” Harry shivered.

“Okay.” Tom said slowly. “That was oddly specific. So what’s the other outcome?”

“You fall in love with her on this press tour and then it ends before you get a chance to tell her. So she flies off to film another movie and you’re stuck kicking yourself for not being honest with her sooner. And I’m stuck watching you whine about it.” Harry said simply.

“Or, hear me out, secret third option.” Tom proposed. “I fall for her and she falls for me and we have a great relationship. And maybe it lasts and maybe it doesn’t. But at least we gave it a shot. That could happen, right?”

“Maybe. But either way, she’s getting on a plane at the end of this press tour. And you can’t fall in love with someone who’s worlds away. Remember that.” Harry reminded him.

“I’m not gonna fall in love with her.” Tom insisted.

“Promise?” Harry asked skeptically.

“Yeah. Promise.” Tom said weakly. He looked at your picture one more time before shutting his phone off.

The next morning, Tom got into a black van that was going to take the cast to the building where the interviews were taking place. You got into the car shortly after with a huge smile on your face that Tom had never seen before. You were in a nice dress and full glam already, unintentionally earning yourself Tom’s full attention.

“Good morning.” You said enthusiastically as you sat in the seat beside him. He was slightly taken aback by how friendly you were being since he had only ever seen you being quiet and reserved.

“Oh, hello.” He smiled in surprise. “Good morning to you too, darling. How are you doing?”

“I’m really excited for today.” You admitted. “I haven’t done a big press tour like this before. I know they can be a little boring and repetitive but I can’t wait.”

“Yeah. These tours are pretty crazy. You get to see a lot of amazing places which is really cool. But you also get to answer the same question 100 times a day for a month straight. You’ll learn the highs and the lows pretty soon.”

“I’m ready for it all. But thanks for the warning. I appreciate any tips I can get.” You chuckled.

“You’re welcome. And don’t worry. You’ll get used to waking up at the crack of dawn and having a bunch of people you’ve never met poke you with makeup and hair stuff.”

“When?” You asked through a yawn. “Because I have a full face of makeup on before my brain is fully awake and it feels so very, very wrong.”

“Not soon enough.” He sighed. “I’ve learned to stay half asleep while the nice ladies apply my concealer.”

“Oh, so this complexion isn’t natural?” You teased and pointed to his face.

“Nope. You’re not the only one in full glam right now, darling.” He humored you, making you laugh.

“Careful. You don’t know if you can’t trust me yet. I might sell that piece of bad boy information to a news site and get you exposed.” You warned. It was Tom’s turn to laugh and he felt amazed that he had never seen this side of your personality before.

“I hope you don’t. I was just about to say that I’m glad I can share your first big press tour with you but now I feel we may have begun an enemies arch.”

“No. We can’t be enemies.” You whined playfully. “Because I was gonna say that I’m glad you’re here too. You always seem so relaxed and funny in interviews. I’m really hoping I don’t come off as nervous as I feel today.”

“Don’t worry. You won’t. It’ll feel just like a conversation.” He assured you. He was pleased to know you were a watcher of his interviews and wondered what else he’d uncover about you that day.

“Thank. I really appreciate you helping me with all this.”You said sincerely.

“It’s no trouble. If you have any other questions, just ask. I’ll help wherever I can.” He told you.

“Thanks, Tom.” You smiled at him. He smiled back and suddenly remembered what Harry had said the night before about not falling in love with you. Tom was just one conversation in and already struggling to keep his promise.

Once the van arrived at the building, you and Tom had makeup touch ups and were then sent into the junket room.

“Wow. I haven’t seen the poster yet.” You gasped and touched the poster with gentle fingertips. Tom watched you admiring it and smiled when he saw how proud you looked.

“You look good up there. I hope to see you on more posters.” He said and nudged you slightly.

“Like in Playboy?” You asked and looked insulted.

“What?” Tom gulped. “No, no, no. I didn’t-“

“I’m just messing with you.” You cut him off and nudged him back. He felt his hearts too racing and cracked a smile.

“You really had me for a second there, darling. I didn’t realize you had such a sense of humor. I guess I never heard you say much on set.”

“Thats because I found it hard to shake my character after filming all day. I guess I’m not used to separating that yet. I loved my character and all but I’m so glad to be done shooting her. She’s so dark and dramatic. It really affected my mood on set.” You told him as you both sat down in your chairs.

“Oh, wow. So you’re not quiet? You were just in character?”

“Quiet? I’ve never been described as quiet.” You laughed. “I was just in my emo phase on set because the material I was shooting was so dark. It bummed me out all day.”

“But you’re not bummed out today?” He asked with a coy smile.

“Fuck no. I’m ready to party.” You whispered to him just as the journalist came in. He burst out laughing at the unexpected expletive and earned himself a look from the journalist.

“Well alright then.” He chuckled.

That was the first of many times you made Tom laugh that day. The more interviews you did together, the more he learned about you and your personality. He paid attention to every anecdote and personal story you shared and was more and more fascinated each time.

When it came time for day two of the press tour, he could not wait to get back in there with you. The interviews were in the hotel that day and Tom got to the junket room first. When you got there, you handed him a hot cup of tea.

“For you.” You smiled and sat beside him. Tom looked at you curiously and you gestured for him to sip it. He took a sip and widened his eyes when he tasted it.

“This is exactly how I take my tea.” He said incredulous.

“I know. I was listening when you ordered at breakfast yesterday.” You said proudly.

“Thank you, darling. I really appreciate that.” He smiled fondly at you before taking another sip.

“Well I wanted to thank you for all your help yesterday.” You smiled shyly. “I was really nervous yesterday until we talked in the car. You made my first press day really memorable. So I did the normal courtesy of eavesdropping on you and brought you your favorite tea.”

“That was very kind of you. And you made my day yesterday a lot better than I was expecting so I should be thanking you too.”

“Then I’ll loudly tell someone else my favorite way to drink tea so that you can eavesdrop and surprise me.” You joked as the journalist walked in.

“How are you guys doing today?” The journalist asked to start the interview.

“I’m doing really well now that Y/n brought me tea.” Tom answered and took another sip.

“I’m also doing really well but because Tom didn’t bring me tea.” You said and looked at Tom to see if he found it funny.

“Why would that make you happy?” He laughed.

“Because I hate tea.” You shrugged.

“What? Don’t you know that is the worst thing you can say to an English person? And you just told me you had a favorite tea.”

“That was a joke. I actually hate tea.” You admitted.

“How can anyone hate tea?” Tom asked in exasperation.

“It’s just like hot, flavored water. I don’t understand what’s good about it. I hate soup too.“

“Soup too?” Tom gasped and pretended to clutch his petals.

“I think soup is so nasty. Why would I ever want to eat hot blended food?”

“If you hate soup and you hate tea, then what do you do when you’re sick?”

“I watch Fantastic Mr. Fox under my covers like a normal person.” You answered, making him laugh.

“This is very disturbing information to learn so early in the morning. You’ve surprised me, darling.”

“I’m sorry you had to find out like this.” You shrugged with a laugh.

The next day, Tom was pleased to see you already waiting in your chair for the interview to start. You were texting on your phone but looked up when he came into the room. Your makeup artists was touching up your lipstick so you couldn’t smile at him and opted for a wink. He found himself blushing at the wink and sat beside you.

“Morning, darling.”

“Good morning. No tea today?” You teased.

“I’ve already had my tea, for your information. I chugged it while I got my makeup done.”

You laughed but he wasn’t actually kidding about getting his makeup done. He was just happy that it made you laugh. Your makeup artists finished up and you checked your makeup in your phone camera.

“You look pretty.” Tom said before he could stop himself. You looked over at him in surprise before smiling.

“Why, thanks. So do you.” You said and shot him another wink. He blushed and looked down at his lap at the compliment.

“God, I’m gonna be thinking about lunch this entire interview.” You whispered to him.

“You didn’t eat at the craft service table?”

“I can’t eat that early in the morning.” You waved your hand. “It makes me nauseous. Now I’m wishing I did though. My kingdom for a cheese stick.”

“I hate cheese.” Tom grimaced.

“What? Even in stick form?” You asked him.

“Even in stick form.” He humored you. “And you can’t judge me because you hate the two most comforting foods on earth.”

“I’m judging you so hard right now.” You mumbled. Tom laughed as an idea came to him.

Before your next interview, Tom made a quick stop at the bakery across the street. You were already in the room waiting to start by the time he got back. He quickly fixed his hair before holding out a little brown paper bag.

“For you.” He said with a bashful smile.

“What is this?” You asked as you took the bag.

“Open it.” He said as he sat beside you. You gave him a curious look before opening the bag.

“Scone?” You gasped and looked up at him.

“Scone!” He smiled proudly.

“You got me a scone? Why?” You wondered and took the stone out of the bag.

“Because it was easier to find than a cheese stick.” He chuckled.

“I love you.” You cupped his chin before taking a bite of the scone. Tom froze and felt his face turn bright red at your words. You realized he had gone quiet and looked over at him.

“Sorry. Was it too soon to say that?” You asked with a mouthful of scone.

“I think so. Aren’t you supposed to wait three months?” He chuckled and touched a cold hand to his burning face.

“Too bad. The introduction of the scone sped up our relationship and now we’re in love.” You shrugged and took another bite. Tom laughed again and looked down at his laugh.

“So, uh, speaking of our relationship. Have you seen the way fans have been shipping us since our last few interviews hit the Internet? How weird is that?” He said and forced a laugh. He didn’t actually find it weird, he just wanted it see how you felt about the possibility of a relationship.

“I was actually deep into the fan edits last night to be perfectly honest with you.” You said through a laugh.

“Were you?” He asked in surprise.

“I was. And I heard that we’ve been secretly dating since May. Did you know that?”

“I did. I forgot to tell you. I’m sorry, darling. It must’ve slipped my mind.” He played along.

“That’s okay. I can’t be mad at you since you blessed me with a scone.”

The journalist came in once you had finished your scone and the interview began. Tom was barely paying attention to the questions and only focused on hearing your answers. He loved that he wasn’t getting to learn new things about you that he was too shy to ask.

“Unpopular opinion?” The journalist asked.

“A lot of people think cats are girls and dogs are boys but the real take here is that all seagulls are boys.”

“Woah, what? What makes all seagulls boys?” Tom asked you.

“A girl would never act like that.” You said simply, making Tom laugh.

“My unpopular opinion is that Y/n’s best movie is Look Mom, No Hands.” Tom said, making you burst out laughing.

“I know you did not just bring up my Disney Chanel original movie from when I was 11.”

“Yes I did. Because I watched it last night and I cried when you made the winning goal even after your glasses broke from the soccer ball hitting you in the face.”

“Oh my God.” You laughed. “The drama.”

“It was! The opposing team totally kicked it into your face on purpose because they knew you were the underdog. But nevertheless, she persisted. You made the winning goal and your team won the championship.”

“Wow. Way to spoil my movie from 15 years ago. And why were you even watching that?”

“Because I needed to know who I was working with everyday. It’s a part of your lore. Now that I know you’ve starred in a DCOM, I know I can trust you.”

“I was not the star. Bridget Mendler was the star. I was just the quirky best friend.” You reminded him, making Tom laugh.

“Well you were the only one I was looking at, okay darling? You were the star for me.” He said as he looked over at you. You smiled at his answer and nodded your head.

“Good answer. Favorite snack?” The journalist asked.

“Oh no. You’re gonna think I’m weird.” You smiled sheepishly.

“What? I could never, darling. What is it?” Tom asked and turned in his chair to face you.

“I put mustard on popcorn.” You grimaced.

“What the hell?” Tom’s nose scrunched in disgust.

“See! I knew you’d think I was a little freak.”

“Mustard? On popcorn? Why would anyone do that?”

“You’re thinking it’s worse than it is. Yellow mustard on lightly salted popcorn is really good, okay? Don’t knock it until you try it.”

“You’re gonna have to make it for me. Because I cannot imagine it’s good.” Tom shook his head.

“If I can get my hands on some mustard during this press tour, I will be at your door in a heartbeat.”

“It’s a date.”Tom replied, making you smile.

“It better be.” You answered, and he returned the smile.

Tom was fully in it now. Every second that he wasn’t with you, you were the only thing on his mind. You started spending your evenings together and grabbed dinner every night after your interviews. He was falling fast and getting worse and worse at hiding it. He posted a photo of the two of you that the paparazzi had taken while you were out to dinner and captioned it “I’d wait out in the cold all night just to take pictures of her too”. He tagged you and it wasn’t long before you were in his comments saying “he’s so obsessed with me it’s honestly embarrassing”. He smiled at the comment and wrote back “yes, and?” before going to bed.

The press tour was coming to an end and on the last day, Tom walked into the junket room to find only one chair in the room.

“Oh. No Y/n?” Tom asked his manager.

“Nope. Solo interviews today.” They replied. Tom faked a smile and sat in his chair. He hoped his disappointment wasn’t as obvious as it felt as he gave the interview alone. He did a few more solo interviews throughout the day and eventually got to his last one. It wasn’t long before the door opened up and you walked into the room with Tom’s water bottle.

“Hi. I’m crashing. Sorry.” You smiled sheepishly and walked into the room.

“That’s quite all right. Do you want a chair?” The journalist asked you.

“I’m good.” You smiled politely and sat on Tom’s knee. He immediately blushed and looked up at you.

“What are you doing here, darling?” Tom grinned.

“I finished early so I brought you juice.” You said and handed him the water bottle.

“What? No way.” He smiled in appreciation and opened up the water bottle to see apple juice inside.

“Juice!” You cheered.

“Juice!” He echoed. “Thank you, darling. What a nice surprise.”

“Well I had to get you back for the scone.“ You told him.

“So Tom, I have to ask about your Instagram post from yesterday. You tagged Y/n in an interesting place, Tom. Care to comment on that?” The journalist asked now that you had joined the interview.

“He tagged me there because it’s where you can usually find me.” You chuckled.

“Wait, I’m lost? Where did I tag her?” Tom asked. You and the journalist exchanged a look before you pulled out your phone to show Tom his own post from the night before. He had accidentally tagged you right on his crotch, making him turn red when he saw his mistake. And when he pieced together what you meant by what you had just said, he turned even redder.

“Oh my God. I swear, I’m just Instagram stupid. I didn’t mean to tag her there.” Tom explained.

“Yes he did. He tagged me in my location. Because that’s where I am.” You kept up the joke just to tease him.

“Where?” The journalist laughed.

“On Tom’s dick.” You shrugged. Tom covered his red face with his hands as you and the journalist laughed.

“People know that about me. If they can’t find me, they don’t ask “hey where’s Y/n?” because they already know where I am. It’s my happy place. My sanctuary. My home away from home.” You continued.

“No. No more. My mum watched these.” He playfully scolded you.

“Hey, you started this.” You reminded him.

“And I’m ending it.”

“Actually, I’m the one who has to end it. That’s all the time we have. Thanks guys.” The journalist said. The last interview was done, meaning the press tour was officially over. You stood up and adjusted your skirt before looking at Tom. He smiled softly but felt his disappointment return. The tour was over which meant today was his last day with you. He knew you’d keep in touch, but it would never be like this again, and that’s made him sad.

Instead of wallowing in his sadness, Tom did something about it. He stopped by the corner store before making his way to your hotel room. In his way there, he ran into his brother Harry. Harry took one look at the bag of popcorn in his hands and knew what was happening.

“You fell in love with her, didn’t you?” Harry snorted.

“Shut up.” Tom groaned. “I can still fire you.”

“You did the one thing you said you wouldn’t do. Now look at you. One your way to eat the most American combination of foods I have ever seen. You’re a disgrace to your homeland.”

“I couldn’t help it, okay? She made me fall for her. It’s all her fault, really. Now leave me alone. I have a girl to surprise with a disgusting snack.” Tom said and went on his way. He took a deep breath before knocking on your door. You opened your door for him and he held up his bag of supplies.

“Hey, you. What’s this?”You raised an eyebrow.

“Mustard and popcorn. You little freak.” He said with a teasing smile. Your lips curved into a smile as you stared at him.

“Get in here.” You instructed.

He went into your room and shut the door behind him as you poured the bag popcorn into two bowls. He did his best to hide his disgust as you squirt mustard over them both.

“Here. You’re gonna love this.” You said as you handed him his bowl.

“It smells like mustard.” He grimaced.

“Well, that’s 50% of the ingredients.”

“Okay. I’m doing it. I’m eating one.” He said and popped a mustard covered piece of popcorn into his mouth. You watched him as he chewed it and could tell he hated it.

“Well?” You asked.

“I’m gonna throw up.” He answered.

“Spit it out.” You laughed.

“No. You like this so I’m gonna force myself to like it too.�� He said a begrudgingly swallowed the popcorn. You laughed at him but your smile slowly faded and you looked a little upset.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked you.

“I don’t know. I’m feeling kinda down tonight.” You told him.

“You are? What’s bothering you?”

“I guess I’m just sad the tours over. I don’t like when things end.” You admitted with a sad smile.

“I’m sad it’s over too. They usually exhaust me but I don’t know. I particularly enjoyed this one.” Tom replied sheepishly without meeting your eyes.

“You did?” You asked as you ate your popcorn.

“I did. Mostly because I enjoyed getting to know you.” He admitted and finally looked up at you. You smiled in surprise and scooted closer to him. Tom gulped and looked down at his lap. The tour was officially over so if he didn’t want you to get on a plane without ever knowing how he felt, he was gonna have to speak now.

“You know, before the tour started, my brother made me promise that I wasn’t gonna fall for you.” Tom admitted.

“What?” You laughed softly. “Why would he make you promise that?”

“I don’t know. He said it would only end in two ways.” Tom said and looked into your eyes with a sheepish smile.

“Which were?” You wondered.

“We get caught up in the excitement of the movie so we start a fling and then breakup when the tour ends.”

“Well that didn’t happen. So what was the other option?”

“I fall for you and never tell you. And the tour ends and you get on a plane and I regret it for the rest of my life. But I guess that option didn’t happen either since I told you.” He said as he never dropped your gaze. You stared into his eyes for a moment as you processed what he had just admitted.

“Well, what if there was a secret third option?”

“Secret third option?” Tom asked with intrigue.

“I mean, just because the tour is ending that doesn’t mean it has to be the end of you and me, does it?” You said and leaned in even closer.

“It doesn’t?” He gulped at your close proximity.

“I don’t think so. And look. You bought me food. That makes this is our first date.” You explained as you held up your bowl of popcorn.

“Well I’m happy to hear that but don’t expect a kiss with your mustard breath.” Tom mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.

“What was that?” You played along.

“I said you’re so pretty and I have a giant crush on you and want us to be together.” He said quickly.

“Much better.” You smiled and popped some popcorn into your mouth.

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firefox-official · 7 months

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re: celebrities thinking of that picture of you with tom holland where he looks like you abducted him

it’s honestly impressive how adept i am at taking disgustingly bad selfies with celebrities

#velvet

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tfmybody · 7 months

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Imagine Waking Up To A Shirtless Tom Holland Every Morning

People really need to stop posting things like this online, it doesn't end well for them. Don't they understand it's basically begging me to do it. I just can't resist.

I saw the post on Twitter and I couldn't help myself. After my last trip as Chris Bumstead (Which you learn more about here) when I was tempted by his twitter post, I thought I would give this poster the same treatment. In the Chronivac I input his Twitter profile and it quickly found him.

He was sitting in front of the mirror taking selfies. I'd let him enjoy the rest of the day before fulfilling his dream of waking up to a shirtless Tom Holland every morning. Into the Chronivac I put his statement, "Wake up every morning to a shirtless Tom Holland". I submit the change and went to bed ready to see the impact the next day.

The next morning I opened the guy's Twitter to see if it worked, and he had made a series of posts of his new body. And in all the images he had a totally shocked look on his face. I don't know what else he got up to in his new body, but I can imagine he got very intimate with it.

That was two months ago. I hadn't realized my mistake when I originally input the changes into the Chronivac until it was too late. No matter how many times I switched him back into his original body, he would wake up as Tom Holland, shirtless. Every time.

As mistakes go it's not my worst, at least he's waking up in a muscular body that he thought was super hot. But you can tell he misses his old life, the pictures of him, or I guess Tom, always have a longing in his eyes.

I don't regret what I did though. Maybe people will learn not to make such tempting posts now.

#tfmybody #tf #bodyswap

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6rookie-writer0110 · 1 year

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Into the cold

MCU cast X Male Reader

Request - Hi hope your doing good, I wanted to ask for a MCU cast X Male Reader platonic please R and Tom Holland are in an interview and they watch a blooper with them having a staredown but forget their lines so they lean in a kiss (this was before Tom and Zendaya was dating) and R says that's his first kiss with a guy and within the top 10 gayest things his done and a few weeks later the NWH cast react to fanart and some fanfiction of R and Tom's characters dating and during the interview R is like "I kissed Tom before you Zendaya"

You and the cast of No Way home are on The Tonight Show, and you and Tom have to talk about the movie. You took a selfie with Zendaya and Tom, everyone posted it online.

“Y/n, how does it feel to be in Spider-Man: No Way Home movie?” Jimmy asked.

“I feel excited and I can't wait for everyone to see the character I will play” You smiled.

“Is it true, you and Tom met before making the movie?” Jimmy asked.

“Yes, it's true. We both went for an audition for the same role in the movie Spies in Disguise. We are getting along, waiting for us to be called and we tried to copy each other’s accents. And I sent him a message teasing him that I got the role” Tom said.

“He is very rude and mean,” You said.

Everyone starts to laugh and you are smiling.

“They are always like this. Sometimes they can act like kids” Andrew said.

“Then Benedict would act like the dad and tell them to stop,” Zendaya said.

“Ever since that day, he makes fun of me for not getting the role I would try out for,” You said.

“Sometimes, Y/n would try on my spiderman mask and send me selfies,” Tom said.

Jimmy starts to laugh.

“I think we have pictures of that” Jimmy smiled.

You have the mask on and you try to eat a hot dog, in the next picture you pretend to brush your hair, and in the last picture you have the Dr strange cape on and Benedict is behind you glaring at you.

“He likes to get into it stuff after I tell him not to do it,” Benedict said.

“He does have cool stuff,” You said.

“Such a dork” Andrew laughed.

Now Jimmy is showing bloopers of the whole cast. Jimmy and the audience are laughing at the video.

“Apparently, this part everyone is talking about but we will show it,” Jimmy said.

In the video... Tom made you laugh and you forgot your lines and he forgot too. You and Tom have a stare-down, then you and Tom leaned and kissed each other on the lips.

“What just happened at that moment,” Jimny said.

“We had to do a scene. Y/n made me laugh, then for some reason, we just stared at each other, and we kissed” Tom said.

“That was one of the top ten gayest things, I've ever done,” You said.

The whole cast is staring at you right now.

“What other stuff have you done, Y/n?” Tobey asked.

“We all want to know,” Andrew said.

“Time for a commercial break, Jimmy!” You said.

Jimmy starts to laugh so hard, that his face is turning red.

The next day, many fans reacted to the video of you and Tom. You got more followers on Instagram then days later, you and Tom did a Q&A on Instagram.

✬ ✯ ✯ ✫

You and the cast are at comic con. You are on stage with them answering questions from fans. Some of the fans showed you and Tom fan art and fanfic of Peter Parker and your character.

“My character won't be dating anyone in the movie. I will appear in some scenes” You said.

“How does it feel that you kissed Y/n,” A fan asked Tom.

Before Tom answered and you answered.

“I kissed Tom before you Zendaya," You said.

Everyone starts to laugh and Zendaya playfully smacked your arm. Everyone did laugh

“That hurts,” You said and start to rub your arm.

You and Zendaya started to laugh.

“You play too much” Zendaya laughed.

You and the cast continued to answer more questions. Later, you take pictures with fans along with Tom. Many will tell you and Tom, how they like the characters together.

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You are with the cast in London for the movie premiere. You pose with the cast and the paparazzi start to take the pictures. Now you start to answer questions

“Y/n, can you tell us anything about your character?” The host asked.

“I can't say anything, I don't want to get in trouble like how Tom spoiled the movie years ago,” You said.

“Wow, Y/n why do you have to bring that up” Tom laughed.

“Tom do you want to work with Y/n again? You two seem close” The host asked.

“Oh, I hope I can work with Y/n in a comedy movie now that will be interesting,” Tom said.

Later, Tom posted a picture of you sleeping in your chair on set. Tom wrote a caption and everyone started to like it...

Tomholland2013 - Y/n drools when he is sleeping 😴

Zendaya told you about it by text and you started to laugh.

#mcu cast imagines #x male reader #male!reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #male reader #tom holland x male reader

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sarahs-secrets2 · 1 year

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She's got a boyfriend anyway... (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+ ࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

Hiii this is my first ever fic/drabble on Tumblr! Once upon a time, I wrote a social media tom holland fic on Wattpad (its so bad I swear), but the Phillip Graves brain rot is so strong (you've prob seen me in a TikTok comment section thirsting), and this idea I've had has been consuming me so I decided to finally write it! Any feedback is appreciated <3

Loosely based on t1975 song Sex!

gn! with mentions of a boyfriend throughout story (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: swearing, SEXUAL TENSION, cheating, light nsfw, pet names

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“Yeah it's been alright here so far, ready to go home though,” you spoke into the phone with your back leaned up on the dresser in your room at the Shadow’s base which was basically in the middle of nowhere, you couldn’t remember the name and the jet lag wasn't helping.

As the voice on the phone droned on, you instinctively started to pace around the room, now reaching for a frame of you and your boyfriend, who happened to be the voice that just sounded muffled to you now as you examined the picture like it was the first time you had seen it. The photo was taken about a year ago, it was a cute selfie from some date after dinner, a half-assed smile snuck onto your face as you recalled the memory. The framed photo was a going away gift from your boyfriend as you were whisked away on another secret Shadow’s mission.

“You still there?”, his voice cut through your thoughts, setting down the photo and leaning back onto the dresser resuming your previous position. “Yup, just tired as hell,” you felt bad for not being able to uphold a conversation but it was hard being in different time zones, he couldn't blame you for that, could he?

Trying to bring your focus back onto the conversation, a knock on the half-cracked door made you jump as you peered over to see who it was.

Phillip Graves, your commander.

The Shadow Company, after being with them for 4 years, at that point had become your second family. Working your way up through the ranks you slowly became Graves' second in command. Between the two of you, there were always some unspoken feelings, but they needed to stay that way. You had a boyfriend, a boyfriend of 3 years, a boyfriend who you loved. At least that's what Graves had to tell himself so he wouldn't continue to obsess over the idea of being with you, in really any capacity. You had always inadvertently flirted with Phillip, it was just your nature, and he was easy on the eyes. “Me or him”, Phillip always asked, part jokingly, part serious, which he would never admit. He didn't have to specify you knew what he meant. “I can’t answer that Graves and you know it,”. It’s what you said every time.

Graves waved at you from the doorway, he had taken the pleasure of swinging the once-cracked door, all the way open. He had a tendency for ignoring signs of privacy. Still, on the phone you lifted your index finger up, signaling for him to wait, you were about done with your boyfriend anyways.

“Yeah, love you too, talk soon”, clicking the phone off, and standing up off the dresser you walked over to greet the commander now in your room. You hated that you were looking forward to talking to Graves more than your boyfriend.

“Was that the old ball and chain?”Graves knew how to piss you off. “Seems you're jealous you don’t have someone to have phone sex with, Commander” winking back at him, you were in a mood tonight. Graves' face winced like he had been injured, playing into your quip. “Sweetheart, I don’t need phone sex, I can get some here whenever I want,” taking steps towards you, instinctively you walked backward trying to avoid him getting closer. The way he spoke with his southern drawl made your face hot if you could stop it you would. You weren't supposed to feel like this towards another man.

“How is he?”

You knew Graves didn't care, he wanted you to think he cared. “He’s fine, all the same back home”.

“You miss him?”

This one took you by surprise, because honestly you didn't, and you were a shit girlfriend for it, maybe it was the job that distracted you, maybe the lack of sleep, or maybe the handsome commander standing in front of you that made you forget about your “old ball and chain” back home.

“Distance makes the heart grow fonder darling, at least that's what mama always tol’ me”, you had noticed his accent got stronger when talking about home, something about a southern boy and his mom. The disapproving look you gave Phillip hinted he probably shouldn't push, some internal battle he shouldn't prod at.

“What made you come in here in the first place, Graves? Just to see how my boyfriend is, I know how fond of him you are”, Graves scoffed, “I don't even remember anymore,” his hands went up in defeat, “I’ll see you tomorrow yeah”, a soft smile crept along his face and he started to turn out of your room.

“Wait, Phillip!” trying to grab his attention before he disappeared down the barrack hallways, “Do you have a spare shirt, the rookies messed up laundry so I haven't been able to do anything yet and I need something to sleep in ''. This shouldn't have been an awkward question, you both were comfortable enough with sharing clothes and it wasn't new for either of you to help out the other. This time felt wrong though, you felt shy and almost dirty asking your commander for a shirt to sleep in, was it too intimate?

“Follow me, you can pick out your favorite”, he held your door open signaling you to lead the way to his room. The air felt different, something was different between the two of you, you just couldn't put your finger on it. By the time you reached his room, a pit formed in your stomach, playing it off as you leaned next to the door waiting for Phillip to unlock it.

“Top drawer on the right, pick a comfy one”, Graves relished in the idea of you wearing his shirt. He felt like he had won this unspoken battle between him and your boyfriend, he didn't bother to ever learn his name, it wasn't important.

Rifling through the drawers you found a worn gray cotton polo undershirt, holding it up in the mirror, it looked perfectly oversized. “I think I found a winner,” you turned to face him still holding it up, “What do you think?”

“I think you took my favorite one”, Graves' hands went to his heart like he was in pain, a fake frown painted his face, making you laugh. “Go ahead and try it on sweetheart, make sure it fits the way you like before you head back,”

“No peeking Graves” you walked towards the bed with your back to Phillip, stripping off your previous top, and slipping the new gray one on. Turning to face Graves, who was now leaning on top of his desk in the corner of the room.

“C’mere, let me see how it looks' ', you could feel his eyes on you as you walked towards him, immediately feeling shy, you shouldn't be feeling like this.

You have a boyfriend at home

Maybe if you kept telling yourself this, the butterflies in your stomach from Phillip would go away.

His hand outstretched to you as you reached him, still leaning on the desk, he raised your hand above your head, “Let's see it, darling,” as he slowly spun you around to take in a full view. You could feel your heart rate rising, something was different tonight, the causal flirting all of a sudden held so much more weight between the two of you. “Looks better on you than me, I’ll tell you that”, Phillip was chuckling to himself as he took both of your hands in his, pulling you in between his legs.

“What are we doing here Phillip?”

“Whatever you want to do '', he said it so matter of fact it almost made you sick, was this cheating? You felt dizzy, bringing your hands to your commander's shoulders to balance yourself, his hands went to your waist as he pulled you closer.

Your hands slowly made their way up to his face, almost as if they had a mind of their own. Graves could feel your internal battle as you took in every detail on his face, a finger tracing his scar while he watched you.

“Look we don't-”, you didn’t give him a chance to finish the sentence as you pulled him into you, pressing your lips to his. Both of you acting like it was your last kiss on Earth, feverishly pulling at each other for more. Graves stood up from his previous leaning on the desk, still connected to your lips, directing you towards the bed.

Fisting at Graves' shirt as you pulled his top off, and slipped the one you had borrowed a mere minutes ago off as well to match his current clothing situation. He towered over you in the bed, connecting to your neck, which was definitely going to leave a mark in the morning. Your hands found their way to Phillip’s hair as he continued to mark you as his, even though you weren't.

The guilt set in as you realized what was happening. You were a cheater, it made your stomach hurt thinking about it. Phillip sensed a shift.

“What's wrong, doll?”

“I have a boyfriend, I shouldn't be doing this' ', you said barely above a whisper, sitting up and looking around to make sure this wasn't a dream. “Hey, hey, it's alright, we don't have to do anything,” Phillip gave you a sincere smile, it only made you feel better for a second.

The worst part was you wanted him, but couldn't.

“You got a boyfriend anyway… I shouldn't have pushed it '', Graves was now sitting off the edge of the bed, putting his discarded shirt back on. “Don’t blame yourself, I wanted it just as bad”, punching his shoulder lightly hoping to lighten the mood. A small smile was thrown your way in return.

Graves stood up from the bed, bending down to grab the borrowed shirt and tossed it over to you. “Fix that boyfriend problem, and maybe our guilty consciousness won't stop us next time, how about that?”, he was leaving the door open for you, he was willing to wait. “Yeah I should probably end it, I feel like shit”, the borrowed shirt now back on as you sat on the edge of the bed where Phillip once was.

“Can I stay here tonight, I don't want to be alone,” glancing up at him, hoping he would say yes, it would be too embarrassing if he said no, especially at this point. “Of course sweetheart, whatever you want to do”, his hand snaked around the back of your head and pulled you towards him, placing a small kiss on the top of your forehead. “I'll go get you an extra blanket,”

Graves came back motioning you to lie down as he covered you in the blanket he had found and then slipped into the bed next to you. “Thank you, Phillip, I really appreciate it,” you were now facing him in the bed. His hand moved to brush some hair out of your face, “Anytime, get some rest I take it you got some things to take care of tomorrow”.

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Part 2!

Thank you for reading! There's def room for a part 2 if anyone wants it!

#phillip graves x reader #philip graves x reader #warren kole #phillip graves #graves x reader #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #Spotify

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tzthrowbacks · 4 months

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may 4th

2019 : tom and jake at conque comic con in mexico

2021 : i think that might have been the last tom holland mirror selfie :')

2023 : oakland tz attending the warriors game 🏀

#tom holland #zendaya #tomdaya #throwback #may 4th

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“DON’T LOOK AT HIM, LOOK ONLY AT ME”

⇢ iwaizumi hajime, tsukishima kei, kenma kozume, semi eita, miya osamu, matsukawa issei x f!reader

synopsis: the one in which you gush about another guy in front of him

ʚɞ IWAIZUMI Hajime | peeks over at you when sees you fanning yourself. “what’s wrong, princess?” you hold up the phone to his face, a picture of Michael B. Jordan’s newest mirror selfie. “do you see his muscles? mmmm his biceps...don’t mind if I do!” you throw in a little lip lick just for that extra element of persuasion. Iwaizumi furrows his brows and studies the picture before tossing the phone back to you. He doesn’t say a word but heads for your shared bedroom, coming out in his workout clothes. you glance at the clock, “you’re going the gym now?” He leans down for a little kiss before pulling back, making sure to flex his biceps ever so slightly as he replies, “gotta go and make sure my princess is never tempted by another muscular man again.”

ʚɞ TSUKISHIMA Kei | is subtly playing with your hair as you lie on his lap. “hey”, he gently tugs on the end of your hair and moves the phone away from your face, “I want to see your face.” You smile up at him, “what’s up, baby?” “what are you thinking about?” “this guy I saw at the gym the other day. he was seriously fit.” Tsukishima immediately pushes you off him. “hey!” He turns his back to you ready to give you the silent treatment. You climb back on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, resisting all his efforts to push you off. “I'm just kidding, it’s a prank. You know I only have eyes for you.” You know you’ve got him when you see the smile he’s trying to fight back as he replies with a “tch. idiot.” you lean in to kiss him and he doesn’t pull away.

ʚɞ KENMA Kozume | looks up from his phone and sees you sighing dreamily, looking down at your laptop screen. “what are you sighing about?” he asks in a slightly bored voice as he puts down his own phone and scoots over a little, resting his chin on your shoulder, his arms snaking around your waist. “oh nothing, just some compilation of Tom Holland’s doing his Spiderman stunts. Isn’t he so cute?look at his muscles, babe.” kenma stiffens at your words, unable to hide the bitterness in his heart. He doesn’t even realize he was pouting until you pointed it out. “awwww, baby, you know you’re always the cutest in my eyes.” he pulls you in closer and buries his face in the crook of neck, sneaking tiny kisses on them. “mmm, I better be,” he says, biting down slightly harder. Looks like you gotta bring out this side of kenma more often.

ʚɞ SEMI Eita | “semi, semi, semi!” you bounced happily, jumping into his arms and he catches you just as easily, making sure you’re comfortable before tugging in a piece of stray hair behind your ears. “honey, honey, honey,” he mimics you, “what’s going on, pretty lady?” you leaned back against his chest, “remember the guy we saw on the street yesterday? the guy in the gray sweatpants?” Semi nods slowly, lowkey dreading what you were going to say. “he’s pretty cute, isn’t he? and he looked good in those gray sweats” Semi sit up taller and you can feel the outline of his muscular chest. “and?” you turn around, looking at him in the eyes, “and I was thinking you look even cuter.” semi laughs and you hear relief in them, “bring your laptop here, let’s shop for some gray sweats right now.”

ʚɞ MIYA Osamu | “SAMU! COME HERE PLEASE!” “ ‘M COMING!” You hear your husband’s running footsteps and giggles when he dramatically jumps onto the bed. “how graceful,” you complimented him as he plops onto the bed. You showed him a picture of a muscular Atsumu, “look what Tsumu sent me this morning.” Osamu immediately sits up and narrows his eyes at the screen, before grabbing your phone and zooming in on the picture. “why’s he sending ya pictures?” You shrug, knowing full well the only reason Atsumu sent you his half-naked picture was for this prank. “you should be proud of your brother. He’s getting fitter and fitter everyday.” Osamu shakes his head, completely unbothered. “are you jealous, Samu?” With a bored expression, Samu looks at you before before answering, “it was obviously photoshopped. It might be his face, but it’s my body.” You stared at him incredulously, “seriously?” Osamu smirks, “what? ya don’t believe me?” He lifts up his white t-shirt ever so slightly, “why don’t ya double check?

ʚɞ MATSUKAWA Issei | can see the way you gulp as you scroll through instagram. He sneaks up behind you and wraps his arms around your shoulder. “what’s got you so hot and bothered? pictures of me perhaps?” You shake your head, “no, but look at this newest’s picture of BTS. everyone of them looks so good. but have you seen Jin? he looks like he’s been working out.” Issei smirks, completely unbothered and gently grabs your phone from out your hand. “hey! Issei, that’s my phone-” He interrupts you with a kiss, fingers tightening around your hips, pulling you in close before suddenly pulling away. His little impromptu kiss left you slightly dazed. “what was that for?” He smiles again before placing a gentle kiss on your nose, “make sure you only keep your eyes on me, okay?”

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 years

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King of social media | Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom makes a mistake and post a private video on his Instagram Story

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: 0.6k

Request: Can you write about Tom making a mistake on social media? Accidentally posting a picture or saying something on a live?

Phones were not allowed on set, so you only saw Tom's Instagram story hours later when you wrapped up for the day. You picked your phone up and, a frown formed on your face, seeing it blowing up with notifications. You unlocked it and quickly went on Instagram to figure out why you had so many notifications since they seemed to be all coming from there. Something must've happened while you were on set.

It didn't take you long to find the source of the notifications: Tom. It must be a picture he posted - or perhaps he had 'accidentally' tagged you on his crotch again and fans went crazy. You prayed it wasn't the latter. Although it was funny, your grandma did not understand why he had tagged you there and you had to explain the joke to her...

You clicked on Tom's account and hit the story button.

An emotional smile broke on your face, seeing him in a hoodie and curly strands on his forehead.

You hadn't seen Tom in a month because of filming and it was tough.

When you were filming in another state, flying home for a weekend was an option, but not when you were all the way in Spain. Being away from your loved ones was the toughest part of being an actor. You wished Tom could come with you all the time, but your schedules didn't always align.

''I'm on a date with my new girlfriend,'' Tom said, a arm wrapped around Tessa's neck. He kissed her head, holding his phone with his other hand. ''And it's raining. And my hair's gone super curly.'' He kissed Tessa again, but her attention was elsewhere, seeing something more interesting a little bit away. ''But we're in love. Right, princess?''

As cute as this was, it made you miss them more. You wanted to go through the screen and kiss Tom's face - and Tessa's.

Tom then looked right at the camera, his eyes a little sad. ''Me and Tessa miss you.''

The story ended and your heart was full.

Disregarding the timezone and how late it must be in New York, you called Tom. He picked up after a few rings.

''I'm guessing you saw the video,'' Tom began before you could place any words, embarrassed at his terrible social media skills.

One of his cast-mate once had to screen-record how to delete a story he had posted two times on Instagram because he couldn't figure out how to do it. He was a total grandpa when it came to social media.

''I did.''

''I meant to send this to you, but I posted it on public instead of just to you and now everyone cooing about this video...'' he explained, as if you hadn't guessed yourself.

You and Tom were a very private couple. Hollywood knew you were together, but you weren't the kind of couple who posted hundreds of selfies together or answer questions about each other in interviews. Love's a fragile little flame; you liked to preserve your private life, your private love life.

You already had to deal with the vultures circling you every time you were out in public, making you and Tom feel like a pair of foxes during hunting season. The less they know about your private life, the better.

''It's okay. You made a mistake.''

Honestly, you weren't mad. Tom's mistake was cute. The medias will undoubtedly make articles about it soon and create headlines, but at least it was a sweet message.

Tom sighed. ''A dumb mistake.''

You gasped in offense. ''Are you saying missing me is dumb?''

''No! No. That's not-''

You laughed to yourself, wishing you could see his panicked face while stumbling with his words. ''I was messing with you, Tommy.'' There was shuffling on the other end of the phone, followed by a bark you recognized as Tessa's. ''Tell Tessa I miss her.''

''What about me?''

''I miss you too.''

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alltoowelltom · 2 years

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jacket (t.h)

missing cherry!tom rn 😩

tom holland x reader

summary: picking up tom & harry from the airport after a long trip. sooo much fluff.

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The hum of families and friends reuniting surrounds you as you lean against the wall. You pull your phone out of your pocket, checking the time yet again. 8:45PM. Another voice sounds over the loudspeakers, announcing another flight landed.

You pull Tom's denim jacket closer to your body, breathing deep. His scent has faded over the months but it lingers faintly, reminding you he isn't here but he will be, soon. A pair of teenage girls hurry past with their suitcases, following their parents. Their stare lingers on you a little too long and you duck your head to stare at the shiny floor. Did they recognise you? You pull out your phone again. 8:50PM.

A sliding door opens and tired travellers begin to pour out, some stopping and perking their heads up to try and spot waiting family members, others simply pushing through, eyes glazed over and dragging carry-on bags behind them as they continue on their way. And then, there he is. The hubbub of all the people drowns out and all you can see is him, clad in a pale hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, walking behind a tired young family travelling with toddlers. One of the toddlers waves shyly as he passes them and Tom waves back, pulling a face and grinning when the toddler's face lights up.

Tom scans around the room, and his eyes soften as they meet yours. You can't hold back any longer and open your arms wide as he hurries over, closing the gap between your bodies, gripping onto his shoulders and breathing in his familiar scent as he sways you slowly back and forth. You both tense slightly as you hear the ever so familiar click of a camera and see the flash of light. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, trying to hold onto the moment for as long as possible.

"I missed you," you whisper into his ear, hand coming up to gently twirl the curls at the nape of his neck that have grown since you last saw him. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek and squeezes you one last time before sighing as he lets go.

"I missed you too, doll."

A small crowd has gathered now, waving phones to ask for selfies and napkins to be signed, clamouring for a moment of his attention. You can see just how exhausted Tom is from his flight but he straightens his shoulders, gesturing to the crowd.

"Sorry love, I just, I should-"

You nod, cutting him off.

"Of course. Go. I'll go find your bag and meet you in the car. It's waiting out front, okay?"

He nods, squeezing your hand.

"Thank you. I'll just be a minute or two."

As Tom heads over to the crowd, screams increasing as he begins to make his way around, you turn to see Harry hanging back, laden with several heavy-looking camera bags. You give him a quick hug, ruffling his hair in the way you know pisses him off.

"Need some help?" you ask, gesturing to the bags.

He nods gratefully and hands off one of the many bags. You sling it over your shoulder and head towards the baggage claim area.

"Don't drop it," Harry mutters, turning his face away from you to hide the laughter on his face.

"That was ONE TIME! And I didn't drop it, I simply happened to be a defining factor in it falling off the table."

"A defining factor in it becoming ten thousand shards of broken camera," he huffs.

You roll your eyes as you reach the baggage claim.

"It's good to have you back, Baz."

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Together you find Tom and Harry's suitcases quickly, hauling them off the conveyor belt and loading them into the back of the car. Harry hops into the passenger seat, plugging in his headphones and you're thankful for the privacy as you slip in the backseat beside Tom. As the driver pulls away from the curb and into the dark London traffic, Tom pulls you into a long-awaited kiss. You practically melt into him, appreciating the feel of the lips you've missed on yours for so many months. Sighing, you pull back and nestle into his side, sliding across the leather seats.

"Hi," you whisper, using your index finger to boop his slightly crooked nose gently.

"Hi my love," he whispers, draping an arm over your shoulders and pulling you impossibly closer. His fingers skim over the fabric of his denim jacket you're wearing, fiddling with the hem of the wrist.

"You're still wearing it?" he hums, eyes crinkling in the corners as he remembers wrapping you up in it as he said goodbye to leave for work months ago. You nod.

"Think I've worn it a bit too much. It doesn't smell like you anymore."

Tom laughs softly, pressing a feathery kiss to your hairline.

"I'll borrow it back for a week or so. Then you can have it, freshly Tom-ified."

You hum and pull your legs to your chest and he rests his free hand atop your knees to keep you from sliding off the seat.

"So how have you been?" he asks. "I wanna hear everything that's happened to you last couple of months. Facetime chats just don't do justice."

You shrug, starting to tell him about the things you haven't mentioned in any of your late night calls or texts. As you speak he nods and hums in all the right places but you feel him slowly slipping into sleep. You chuckle slightly and sit up, wrapping your own arm around his shoulders so you switch positions.

"No," he protests sleepily. "I wanna talk to you some more-" he cuts himself off with a yawn.

"Tom," you laugh. "you're home for three whole months now. we can catch up tomorrow, alright? you're clearly exhausted, get some sleep."

Tom doesn't try to fight you as he shuffles around in his seat, curling up into your side and laying his head on your shoulder. As you slip quietly through the London night, you rub a hand up and down his strong arm soothingly and he hums in his sleep. You press a tender kiss to the top of his coffee-coloured curls.

"We have all the time in the world, baby."

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tysm for reading! i just needed a dose of soft!tom to get me through my day lol. reblogs and comments mean the world <3

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