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Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

You bring Tom to set so he can watch you, he loves watching you work. Plus, the scenes are pretty interesting, and it gets him riled up

Warning⚠️: smut

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Being an actress in a tv show is nerve-wracking, and being the star is even worse. Well, you had both. It's your first time staring in a tv series, not to mention the show is meant to send a message. It's one about the teen mental health statements. Like 13 Reasons Why and Euphoria. You're a nervous wreck. But you're a professional, and what they say is true, do something enough, you get used to it, and you did. Within no time, not much about it fazed you.

Something that helped through it all is Tom. He's supportive and awesome, and you couldn't ask for a better husband. "When will you tell me about your show?" Tom mumbles, pulling your body close to him. You told him the bare minimum about your show. Stuff like you're in high school, it's not for kids, and you definitely think he'll like it.

Anytime he asked to know more, you always said either he has to wait for it to come out like everyone else, or promise not to spoil anything, then he can come with you to the set and watch you during shooting. "You know the answer, Tom." You laugh and snuggle into his chest.

"You know I can't promise I won't spoil anything tho." He pouts, "but I'll try really, really hard."

You smile, "Fine. You can come tomorrow." Tom gives you a big smile, dipping his head to kiss your forehead before laying back again and relaxing, ready to slip into sleep. "If you make me mess up, I'll tell security to throw you out," you say in a sweet tone right before you fall asleep, making Tom silently laugh.

In the morning, you both get up and head to set. When you walk in, you say your hellos to everyone as you head to hair and makeup, hand in hand with Tom. "Hey, look," you say, getting Tom's attention and pointing, "that would be the security guard that'll throw you in the mud if you distract me," you playfully whisper.

"Very scary, Love," Tom snickers.

Once your hair and makeup are perfect, you and Tom head to the spot they're shooting in at the moment. They had started shooting with two of the other characters. It is a casual scene that turns "spicy." Starting off the day strong.

"I have to look. I don't remember what scenes we're shooting today, but remember, if you get uncomfortable, you can step out," you tell Tom before you walk in.

"Darling, I can handle it," he smirks and smiles at you.

"Alright," you laugh.

The area they started shooting in wasn't where your first scene was, so you walked past and went to where you knew your first scene would be, getting ready for when they finish and move to you. While you walked past, re-reading your lines, Tom's following you and looking around. Since you only walked past, he didn't see much of the scene, but he knows he saw two people simulating a blowjob.

"Alright, this is my spot. You can stand over there," you say, snapping Tom's attention back to you. He nods, taking a spot a few feet away and watching as you sit down in the part of the set made to look like a high school cafeteria, saying hi to your co-star, Sierra Capri, and sitting down as you both chat to fill in time.

Tom stood back, smiling as he watched you interact and talk with the others. Even though you hadn't begun shooting, you looked like a natural. He waves when he sees you point to him, Sierra looking past you and waving to him. You're wearing a simple hoodie and jeans, Sierra's in a shirt and leggings. The high school look. Tom laughed, knowing you're clothes weren't too different from what you wear on a daily basis anyway.

Not too much time passes before it's time for you to start. Peyton List, your other co-star from the scene you walked by earlier, walks over and says hi to you and Sierra. She only stays for a few seconds, and she walks over to the side, and then once everyone is ready, you start shooting.

The scene is lunch. Your character, Micah, is talking with her best friend Sam, Sierra, and then their other friend Abby, Peyton, will come in mid-scene.

"ACTION!"

"Come on, please," Sam begs, whining and pulling at your arm.

"No," you laugh, "I'm not leaving just cause they want to be dicks."

"I don't want to deal with this right now. It's so stupid. Look," Sam says. You turn your head, seeing the group of boys staring at you both.

You sigh, "Sam, I love you. But no."

She groans and throws her head back dramatically. During Sam's little tantrum, Abby runs up to the table, smiling and sliding in with you guys.

"I just sucked Luke's dick in the bathroom," she whispers yells.

"Nice," you laugh, still focused on your food.

"What's wrong with her?" Abby asks, nodding to Sam, who's still in her own world.

Sam looks at her, a big smile coming on her face, "Abby, you know you're my favorite, and I love love love you so much. You wanna go sit somewhere else?" she asks, her whole face changing to convince her.

You roll your eyes and look at Abby. "She wants to sit somewhere else cause dick decathlon over there," you nod your head to the group of boys, "won't stop staring at her."

"Why? What happened?" Abby asks, confused.

"Last night, she and Grey were hanging out, and he kept asking how big Ben's dick is. She wouldn't tell him. So Grey thought it would be a genius idea to call Ben and ask him himself. Saying, she said he wasn't packing, and he wanted to know if it's true." Abby's mouth drops open, and she starts laughing.

"No," Sam whines, "this's not funny."

Grey is you, Sam, and Abby's good friend who also goes to the school. He obviously jokes too much. Abby and Ben were dating, but he broke up with her last week. She actually got over it rather quickly, but they'll probably get back together. Anyone could see that they were soulmates.

"When she told him she didn't say that, he didn't believe her. Now him and his posy won't stop starring cause they know it annoys her and gets her all flustered. So, she wants us to move and sit somewhere else today, but I said no cause, one, I already started eating, and two, I'm not a pussy," you smile and take another bite of food.

Abby laughs, "Girl, It is not that bad. He's an idiot, and you know it, don't let him bother you. You know they're only starring cause you're hot," she winks at her.

"But I don't like it! They have no reason to be staring. It's weird," Sam says.

You smirk, "Fine. Then let's give em something to stare at."

Sam and Abby give you a confused look as you get up. You stand and put your hand out for Sam to grab. She does and stands in front of you with a "what are you doing?" look. Not missing a beat, you wrap your arm around her waist and pull her flush against you, pushing your head forward and kissing her.

She's startled at first but catches on and kisses you back. Abby and the group of boys that had been watching it go down, all their mouths drop. You both stand there, a full-on make session, and you snake one of your hands around, grabbing Sam's butt and making her let out a surprised moan.

You pull away and wink at her, turning around and sitting back down. "Can I enjoy my food now?" you laugh.

"Cut!"

You all turn your heads toward the director. He gives you guys a thumbs up, signaling it was a good take. Everyone gets up, walking away to do their own stuff until the director is ready for the next scene.

You walk behind Sierra as you walk toward Tom, who's giving you a tight smile. "She's a good kisser," you hear Sierra say to Tom as she passes him. You laugh and walk up to him.

"So? What did you think?" you ask, smiling.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen you do," Tom says lowly.

"Is that a compliment?" you tease.

"I don't know what was better. You're acting, or the fact you're playing a gay character, and I got to see you kiss another girl. Kind of a turn-on," he smirks.

"Hate to disappoint you, but my character isn't gay," you say, smiling.

Tom laughs and hangs his head, "You're going to kill me." You laugh. "I'd like a heads up if more of your scenes are going to be like that cause if so, I might need to step out," he leans close to your ear, "wouldn't want to do something unprofessional."

You bit your lip and playfully hit him, "Guess you'll have to put your acting skills to the test. Cause I'm not telling."

For the rest of the day, it's a combination of many scenes Tom enjoyed. You didn't get to talk to him much, wanting to stay in character and get the takes done, but Tom definitely was watching you like a hawk. If you had paid more attention to him, you'd see how his eyes dilated watching you, how his breathing became short.

The scenes you filmed included: your character undressing and talking to a friend in the locker room, a fight between your character and her mom, a sex scene, another scene of you and Sierra as your character tried to teach her about kissing and where to touch her boyfriend.

By the time you're finished with all that, it's around 5 pm. The directions tell you that you can take a break until 7, the rest of the shots needing to get shot while it's dark.

You make your way over to Tom, a smile on your face, and taking his hand, leading him to your trailer. "I have some food in here if you want. I'm so tired. Wanna take a nap?" you ask as you step inside, Tom closing the door behind him.

"I don't know," Tom says, stepping up behind you and putting his hands on your waist, leaning on your back and putting his lips by your ear. "I hope you're not too tired. I had a few other things in mind." He grips your waist, pressing you back into his bulge. You can feel it growing against you.

"You enjoy my acting that much, Tommy?" you tease.

"Anyone who says watching their wife kiss another girl isn't the biggest turn on in the world is an idiot," Tom says lowly, his hands starting to roam your body.

"Tom," you whine, "you can't mess up my clothes and make. They only like doing touch-ups after the break." You laugh, feeling him turn your body around and kiss on your neck.

"But I've been watching you all day," he pouts. "I'll be gentle. Promise."

"My baby needy?" you lean up and kiss him, pulling back and biting your lip, your faces inches apart, your lips ghosting his. He nods his head, bringing his hands to the front of your pants, slowly unbuttoning them. "Don't ripe my clothes and no marks."

Tom smirks, pushing you toward the couch and letting you both fall on top of it. Tom knew he couldn't be too rough. He knew he couldn't be sloppy, kissing all over your body and letting his hands dig into your skin. Plus, your trailer isn't that big. If he's too rough, it'll rock.

He kisses you, slowly taking off your pants, careful not to wrinkle them. He reaches his hand to your underwear, hand massaging your clit. You let out shaky breaths into the kiss, feeling him ease two of his fingers inside your hole. You pull away from the kiss, leaning your forehead on his shoulder, your hand gripping onto his bicep, grinding into his hand.

"Been waiting to feel you all day. You close? Gonna cum on my fingers?" Tom says by your ear, curling his fingers into your g-spot, feeling your body jolt against him as your mouth falls open. You moan his name, your walls squeezing his fingers, making him groan. "God."

He pulls his fingers out, sitting up over you, sticking his fingers in his mouth and sucking them clean, also untying his sweats and pulling his cock out. He leans back over you, one hand next to your head and the other wrapped around his cock, pumping it as he gets close to your pussy. He captures you in a kiss, rubbing his tip around your clit, pre cum leaking over it.

You moan, moving your hips against him, needing more friction. "Shh, can't get too loud. They're a lot of people around that could hear," Tom says against your lips. You nod, pressing your lips together again. Tom continues grinding on you, savoring the way you squirm under him.

"Wait, do you have a condom?" you ask, looking up at him.

He reaches into his pocket, grabbing it and quickly ripping the wrapper with his teeth, pumping his cock a few times before rolling it on. "So prepared," you smile and smirk as he leans back over you.

"Of course, Darling. Never know when I'll need you," he says as his lips go over yours, kissing him again. He melts into the kiss, lining up his cock with your entrance and pushing in. "O-oh shi-" he pants, pulling his head away from you and his hand gripping on the couch. "God, you're so tight." He bottoms out and pauses, not wanting to lose his mind, trying to remember he needs to be gentle. He slowly pulls his hips back and thrusts back in, his mouth falling open from the way your wall squeezes him so tight, the way they wrap perfectly around him.

He finds a rhythm, grinding his tip against your g-spot, your walls fluttering around him. "Feel so good, Tommy," you moan in his ear, arching your back. In return, he grunts, his cock twitching from the praise, his pace speeding up slightly.

"Love you, Y/n. Love you so much," he pants, speeding up again, feeling you grind against him, meeting his thrusts. His hips pause when you cum again, your cunt milking his cock. He carries you through it, continuing to buck and grind his hips into you as you slowly come down from your high.

After you do, Tom speeds up again, throwing his head back and groaning as he gives in to the pleasure, his cock throbbing and spilling cum into the condom. He bites his lip and continues to roll his hips, milking out everything he can.

He stops after it gets overwhelming, pulling out and taking the condom off, throwing it in the trash before grabbing something to clean between your legs. You sigh, watching him move around before he moves back to laying with you against the coach. It's not big, so you lay directly on top of him, snuggling into his warmth. "You took up my nap time," you joke quietly.

"You still have time to nap. I'll wake you at 7," Tom laughs gently. You hum and close your eyes, listening to his heartbeat in the quiet of your trailer. "Plus, you'll need the sleep now. Cause when we get home, I plan to do what I really been thinking about all day."

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takenbyheartstrings · 2 years

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PUB QUIZ

this is for @tomhollandfics 2022 fic event! go check it out <3

summary: every saturday sucks, until it doesn't.

pairing: enemies to lovers!au, tom holland x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT!!!, angst, fluff, swearing.

word count: 9.2k

authors note: hope you enjoy!! also did not proofread so sorry if there's any weird/confusing bits!

Prompts: “I act like I’m jealous because I am!” “That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard,”

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It was no secret you hated Tom Holland. Forced to be friends by everyone around you. Your friends, your parents, your brother. It was no secret that Tom Holland hated you too. There wasn’t a memory where you couldn’t remember not bickering with him and not arguing. It was something so natural for the two of you. Sometimes, you, however, couldn’t even remembered where it started. You couldn’t remember the day you had decided to hate him. That’s why you always dreaded Saturdays. He was the reason you dreaded Saturdays.

You loved his brothers his parents. They were lovely people, they always seemed to make you feel at home. They were kind to your brothers and kind to your parents. Tom was kind to your brothers and parents, not to you at least. At some point you got tired of the arguing and bickering. But, alas, your pride couldn’t be overcome. So that lead you here. Arguing and bickering with Tom Holland once again.

You sat outside the Holland house in your car on a Saturday afternoon. The time was five o’clock, and dinner was usually served at six. Your boyfriend lays a hand on your thigh, sighing. He never liked Tom, from the moment he met him. He hadn’t liked what you had told him about Tom either. How this feud had carried on since the two of you little, which James decided to voice his opinion and call it childish, to which you shut down with a small glare.

James’ hand squeezes your thigh softly, “We can tell ‘em you’re sick if you don’t wanna go in.” He smiles, “Full vomiting and everything, I can pull out all the stops.”

You roll your eyes, “You say that every week and every week I say no.”

He shrugs, “One day you might say yes then,”

You and James had met almost two years ago, it was cliché, but he had offered to buy you coffee after calling you pretty, to which you looked at your shoes and smiled back up at him. Ever since then the two of you hit it off. You brought him to the family dinners on the third month of the two of you dating, to introduce him to your family and the Hollands – who certainly counted. Nikki and your mother gushing over how attractive he was and congratulating you, and being the only sister at these dinners, the fathers and brothers continued to test him.

But the whole time Tom was uncharacteristically silent. He hadn’t said anything, hadn’t made fun of James for picking you, nothing not a peep. In fact, he had his dinner, took about three bottles of beer to his room and left. Didn’t make a good impression on James and certainly hadn’t won any points with you – you expected even if he was a shitty human being toward you, he would be nicer to the person you had graciously invited to the family dinner. You and Tom were practically family, whether the two of you liked it or not and you expected better.

The two of you got out of the car quickly after your mother had texted about seeing James’ car across the street. You both walked inside as you carried a pot of creamy mac & cheese that you made every Saturday morning. Paddy, Harry and your brother Harley (who was the same age as Paddy) always ate all of it, leaving almost nothing for you. Even if you made a larger pot, they all found some way to fit it into their mouths and stomachs.

You put the pot onto the dining table, as James went out to the backyard to say his Hello’s to everyone, and Tom closed the fridge making you jump slightly. Taking a swig of beer, deciding to hand you, his bottle, offering you a sip of your own. You had no idea what was going on.

Was he being nice? Was he trying to poison you?

You decided no on that one since he had just taken a sip of his own. Your eyes remained interlocked with his as you took a sip, placing the glass bottle back down on the table. That was the first thing that had happened that fucked with your brain for the rest of the night. Tom had stayed talking with your brother and his own, James joining in the conversation not long after, leaving you with the parents. The father’s talking about golf, your mother noticed you zoning out and shook you a little.

“You alright, y/n?” She asked, you only nodded your head. Unable to say anything else, still stunned from your exchange with Tom earlier.

You sighed, feeling flush, making your way to the bathroom quickly, wiping your face with water and a towel. You opened the door to be met with James' face, a look of concern taking over his features as he looked at you. You felt tired, and your exchange had been the only thing on your mind. Why'd you feel like this?

"You okay?" James questions you as the two of you stand in the doorway of the Hollands' downstairs bathroom.

"Yeah 'm just a little tired." You spoke softly a small smile on your face as you looked up at James who seemingly towered over you.

James leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips as you were soon both interrupted by a loud scoff, there stood Tom. His arms crossed as he rolled his eyes. James face flushing a bright red colour and you looked down at your shoes, "There are rooms in this house,"

You rolled your eyes back at the curly haired boy, "Oh! Great Idea, next time we'll use yours." James' hand wraps around your waist with a smirk as you both look at Tom.

His jaw clenches but not because of what you said - okay, maybe a little, but instead because of the way James' hand slithered around you. How smug the boy looked. But Tom had never seen you so flustered by James, at least not in the way he had by offering you a sip of his beer. Tom always managed some way to fuck with you on Saturdays. Sometime's it would be small, winking usually got you all tied up, but today he had taken a step further and he was enjoying the show.

Tom slowly took a sip of his beer once more and kept his eyes on you. Holding your gaze as you gulped, he winked at you and walked away. James' hand tightening around you as he did so. James looked down at you softly, noticing your sick expression.

"You sure you're alright?" James questioned.

You could only nod, smiling back up a him, "Y-yeah." A tight lipped smile placed on your lips as you took yourself out of his hold and made your way back into the backyard, sitting down next to your mother.

The rest of the night went by quickly, you ate a perfectly good steak by your father and Dom. Enjoyed a beer or two before realising you were the one who had to drive because James had one too many to drink. Plastered, he got into the passengers seat, his hand set on your thigh, burning your skin.

The next Saturday was the same. Tom teased to finding ways to make you flustered. He was enjoying it till you started fighting back. There it was. The competition, the rush. Your boyfriend sat beside you as you took a swig of beer, holding Toms eyes, letting out a moan as you finished, your boyfriends hand gripped your thigh. This was dangerous but you couldn’t stop and neither could Tom. You had never thought about Tom in any other way than hate before. It was weird feeling something different. But the quips and rude comments continued.

“God, Y/n, how much can you fit in your bloody gob?" Tom comments as you shove your third nugget, to join the two already in there.

It takes a second for you to chew your food and respond, but when you do, it's the most satisfying thing you could ever feel, "Wouldn't you like to know?" You winked in his direction, a smirk playing on your lips.

Your boyfriend bats your arm, "Y/N!"

You laugh, and Tom rolls his eyes, "Looks like James already knows." The two of you stop laughing and it was Tom's turn to smirk as he walked away, joining his brothers and yours in their game of football.

Four Saturdays later, you made your way over to your vanity, tonight the family was going to a pub quiz. Something that the family could all bond over, something that got you and Tom to work together. James had unfortunately missed the last couple you and the Hollands had been to. So, this would be his first time going to the pub quiz with your family, at least. You and Tom always forgot the hate on this night, it was weird, the second it started you were on each other’s team and the next Saturday the two of you were back to your usual bullshit. That’s why the family always loved pub quiz, you and Tom got along and there was booze. The only difference being, you and Tom got along.

You quickly applied some mascara and eyeliner to your eyes, styling your hair and slipping on a pair of jeans that fit perfectly around each part of your body and black tank top, Demin grazing your arms as you slid on a jean jacket. Feeling confident in the way you look, you smiled softly at yourself, James appearing in the doorway.

“Are you checking yourself out?!” He laughs.

You turn to him slightly mortified, “No, I’m not!”

He kisses your forehead before checking the time on his phone, “We best get going otherwise we’ll be late.”

You nodded as the two of you headed to James’ car, the drive was short and the two of you stepped out of the car, feeling a slight breeze, shivering a little, you made your way inside, and as you did the warmth hit you, letting your shoulders relax a little bit and your figure let a breath of relief out. You saw your parents, your brother and The Hollands already sitting at a table, as you joined them, Tom scoffed.

“James is slowing you down, you’re ten minutes late.” He rolls his eyes as James looks slightly offended, but the high that the two of you are usually on has already begun as you look at your boyfriend and back at Tom.

“You’re so right!” The two of you laugh as Tom hands you a beer, James stands there a little shocked but takes a seat next to your brother, as you’ve already sat next to Tom.

James bumped Harley on the shoulder, “What is going on with them?”

Harley chuckles, “The family calls this a holiday, it’s where Tom and Y/n actually get along due to the pub quiz. Paddy and I have this theory it’s because all their hatred is focused on everyone else since we have to beat everyone. I swear to you, they act like they’re in love or s’mthing.” Harley shrugs, as James’ jaw tenses.

He looks at you and Tom cracking jokes with each other as the quiz was about to begin, you and Tom turned to each other, grabbing the whiteboard, and writing down the team name the two of you chose every time you two did this. “Y/n & Tom.” Only because they were the only two who really played this. Everyone else just came for the drinks and Paddy and Harley would scroll through TikTok laughing at stupid shit. The moment James saw the team’s name was the moment he decided that tonight would be a long and jealousnight.

James couldn’t even comprehend why he was feeling jealous over the two of you as he watched you that night. You hated Tom. You did. You talked about it all the time. The way he would post something stupid on his feed and the way you would complain about him endlessly on the way back from Saturday night dinner. But apon coming to this pub quiz, which he had officially decided was a mistake. He saw you and Tom. He didn’t see the hate. He didn’t see your eyes boil with fire like every time you talked about him. All he saw was you and Tom.

All he saw was the way you and Tom bounced off each other effortlessly. All he saw as you and Tom high-five and or hug when you got something hard right. All he saw was the way Tom’s arm slung around you as the two of you talked and write down answers. The way you leaned into his body and the way Tom’s arm stayed there for majority of the time. All he could see was the way you held his hand when they would take a little bit longer than usual to announce the answer and the way you and Tom would look at each other when the relief of getting it right had finally hit. You had never looked at him like that.

But what James couldn’t feel was how warm you felt as you leaned into Tom. How you had forgotten your boyfriend was even there. How you held onto Tom’s hand for dear life when they would take too long and how when Tom would look at you, you would get butterflies in your stomach, fluttering around like crazy. How you could stare into Tom’s chocolate brown eyes for as long as you possibly could, intaking all his features before you started to hate them again next Saturday. But that was just it. You didn’t hate him, and Tom didn’t hate you either. But the difference between you and Tom was that he knew the day he decided to hate you. He knew the day that everything had changed for him.

You and Tom had never really gotten along, and he hadn’t known why. Sure, the two of you bickered and argued, but this day had just upped the ante for him the next week. He decided he would decide to hate you rather than let his feelings for you guide his distaste – his denial.

You walked into the backyard that evening holding James’ hand. A large smile plastered on your face. You had never looked at Tom that way and he envied it. He envied the way you held his hand. He envied all of James. He envied the way James could hold you at night. He envied the way James could take care of you when you sick or tired. He envied that James was the one who got to touch you and not himself. He hated the way you looked at him. He hated the way you looked at him because it wasn’t him. He hated every second of just looking at the two of you. He hated every second of you laughing and leaning into James’ body. He hated the way he could make you nervous and flush. He hated the way that wasn’t him.

That’s why he said nothing. That’s why he didn’t introduce himself. Because he shouldn’t have to introduce himself. That boy next to you. That boy next to you holding your hand and peppering kisses onto your forehead should be him.

That’s when Tom decided to hate you. Tom decided to hate you because he couldn’t have you. Because he couldn’t call you, his girlfriend. Jealously was soon the only emotion he would feel when he was around you. Because everywhere you went, you were with him. You were with James. But he was relieved when he hadn’t showed up to the first pub quiz, especially since this night was important to you, no matter how stupid it was. James knew you loved Trivia. Always opting to play a quick round in the car, testing James’ knowledge on facts that he thought were stupid, but you thought were necessary to know. Nonetheless for the years you had been dating James had never shown up to a pub quiz.

It was dickish of Tom to get closer to you like this, using your vulnerability as a way to become your friend, to give you platonic kisses on the forehead and your temple, the rest of the family was a bit surprised at first, but after a couple weeks of pub quiz, they grew used to you and Tom’s strange relationship. But it was also dickish of James – he would always complain he was too tired to go or had work to do. Which was a shitty excuse for an out because he had never liked trivia.

You had told Tom that on the first night he hadn’t shown up to the pub quiz – yes, you were drunk, forgetting the fact that you were supposed to hate Tom and he was completely sober, knowing he would have to drive his family home. But he didn’t care.

He just loved the sound of your voice, no matter how slurred your words.

But the day Tom started hating you was the day he met James.

But it seemed as though that day had never happened at all. Not in this moment at least. Not when Tom pressed a small kiss to the side of your head as you leaned into him once more. Forgetting James was even there. James looked around at the rest of the family, Harley and Paddy were laughing their asses off at some stupid video. Dom, Nikki and your parents were all in conversation over some TV Show they had all been watching, slowly shifting the conversation to Paddy and Harley and the school bake sale that would happen soon. The kiss is what made James mad. He was started to deal with everything else, but the way Tom had kissed your temple had shown a lot more of just innocence. Harley was right, the two of you were acting like you were in love with each other. The two of you acted like James had never existed in the first place. You had iced him out, neglected him almost the whole night and if James hadn’t slammed his hands down on the table before running out of the bar with his own jacket during the intermission, you would’ve continued to do so.

You jumped slightly, distancing yourself from Tom slightly as you got off your bar stool and ran after James into the cold night that came over the city, there were a couple lampposts lighting up the walkway and the neon sign of the bar that sat in the window, other than that night had completely fell over everything. Cloaking the blue sky that had been there before.

“James where are you going?” You chased after him, your throat choking up as you saw your boyfriend leaving, it was stupid, but this night was important to you. You wanted to share that with him. You thought you weresharing that with him.

He turned on his heels to face you, “I’m going home, y/n. You don’t need me here you’ve already got a boyfriend here.”

You were taken aback for a moment, “Excuse me?” You questioned, “What the fuck do you mean?”

“Tom.” He scoffed.

You rolled your eyes, “What about him?!”

“The two of you are so clearly into each other,” He deadpans, and you stay silent.

You didn’t know how you felt. Confused? Angry? Sad? Where was he getting this from? What was he saying to you? Why was he acting this way? There was so much to unpack, your heart hurt from the words James had said. You didn’t like Tom and Tom didn’t like you. You had always hated Tom… hadn’t you? Sure, you thought he was cute when you were a younger girl. But every girl in your grade thought Tom Holland was the cutest boy they had ever seen. He was charming, his curls were pretty, and his brown eyes were a chocolate brown – something you could look into forever. Was James, right? Did you still like Tom?

No. You loved James.

The two of you had thought about marriage and the thought of having kids. The two of you lived together and you wouldn’t trade your relationship for anything in the world. You wouldn’t trade his warmth, his strong arms wrapped around you in your sleep. But when you thought about it, for that moment, in that moment. He was more like Tom than you thought he was.

He had brown curly hair and paled skin; his eyes were smooth as chocolate. He wore glasses just for fashion and would get sloshed on beer every Saturday night. When you and Tom were somewhat civil, he would make jokes with you and make you laugh – harder than James had ever made you laugh but their jokes were of the same tone. You stood there for a moment just staring at James coming to the realisation. He had similar freckles to Tom. He was almost the same as Tom. Not a lot separated them apart.

Did you like Tom? No. No. No. You didn’t. You couldn’t.

You gulped, “James I don’t like Tom,” Although the words that came out of your mouth were true, “I love you.” They didn’t sound convincing enough, not even to you. Not even to yourself.

“Bullshit,” He groaned rolling his eyes, arms crossed over his chest, “You like him. You haven’t ever looked at me the way you look at Tom.”

“Why are you acting like this? Like you’re jealous? I’m with you. Not with Tom.” Your eyes threatened to spill tears.

“I ACT LIKE I’M JEALOUS BECAUSE I AM!... and I shouldn’t have to be.” His voice raises, taking you aback, sighing, “I thought I could deal with it. You constantly talk about him and how much you hate him. You constantly argue with him when we go to your family’s place on Saturdays and tonight, what the fuck was that? His arm around you all night, kissing you on the forehead,” He chuckles, tears streaming down his face, “For god’s sake you’ve got a handshake! The way you looked at him and the way he looked at you is not how two people who hate each other look at each other.”

You stand there, your jaw to the ground at his words, “James,” You sigh, running a hand down your face, “I love you, I’m with you.”

“But you’re not with me! Tonight, all you’ve done is ice me out! I’ve tried to help and the two of you just didn’t hear me – both of you too focused on each other to care about anyone else. Even your own brother said the two of you act like you’re in love.” James wipes a few tears, “I don’t want you to feel like you’re stuck with me.”

“I don’t feel like I’m stuck with you, James.” He wasn’t wrong, but he wasn’t right either. You didn’t know how you felt with James, and you loved him, you did. But tonight, you came to the realisation that you weren’t in love with him. You were in love with someone else.

“We’re done.” James finishes his monologue as he looks into your eyes, brimming with tears, “I love you, y/n, you are the love of my life. But upon seeing everything tonight, it’s clear that I’m not yours. I really hope you can tell Tom how you truly feel, and I hope he can tell you the same. Because he loves you, y/n.”

You and James stand there for a moment. The two of you almost a metre apart but it feels like ten. The world around you stop short, and it feels like everything’s frozen. Time started to slow around you as you watched James get back into his car. Your sobs were the only thing that filled the air of the London streets. But if you were so sad why was part of you relieved? Why did part of you feel like there was a weight lifted off your shoulders. Something you hadn’t known was on you. Something you hadn’t felt. You watched James pull out of his parking spot, his car driving away. Time sped back up for you, even if it had only been two minutes.

You made your way back into the Pub, quickly brushing the tears from your eyes. You opened the door and all you could see was Tom – you saw him in a different light now. As he sipped on his beer, his beanie covering his hair, but his curls hung out of it, regardless. How his cute little flannel fit him perfectly, and his smile when he saw you come into the pub and how his face fell when he had noticed you upset. How his eyebrows furrowed as he watched you watch him, face and eyes filled with concern for you, and he was feeling all of it. He could see your eyes were red and the way you sniffled brushing your nose. Your eyes threatening to spill once more, but that was quickly replaced by a smooth smile that had taken over your face – to the natural eye, someone might assume that you were fine and happy. But Tom knew you better than that. He knew you so well, he knew not to question you.

“Where’d James run off to?” your mother asked as you approached the table, your smile faltering, but replaced so quick that nobody but Tom had noticed.

Your smile felt forced by you, but seemed perfectly normal to everyone else, “Had to go home, he was–” You struggled to find an excuse, but recovered quickly once more, “–He felt sick, yeah.” You sounded like you were assuring yourself.

You took your seat back down next to Tom, sinking into him as his arm wrapped around you once more. For a moment you had forgotten what happened with James for the rest of the night, bouncing off Tom’s answers, your smile becoming more genuine as Tom made you laugh – as he warmed your belly and filled it with butterflies.

But that all came to an end when the quiz ended, and you said goodbye to everyone. Standing outside the pub, opening UBER on your phone – everyone was a good car ride away, take them half an hour to drive you home and half an hour to drive back to theirs. Especially at ten thirty at night. But Tom looked at you, feeling his own stomach flutter and as you opened the app, he jumped at the chance.

“Hey, I can drive you home,” Tom offered as you looked at him – he was supposed to hate you, why was the euphoria of the pub quiz lasting longer than intended?

You smiled softly, “Are you sure? I don’t wanna be a burden.”

He nods, assuredly, “Yeah, I-I’m sure,” He trips over his words, quickly picking himself back up.

“Okay.” You feel like you could cry, a small gesture, but appreciated on Tom’s part. He was being nice to you, and you didn’t want to question your luck anymore.

He leads you to his car, nothing flash, a black Toyota Corolla. You got into his car, and he started the ignition. You looked at the surroundings. You’d been in Tom’s car once before, but it was a twenty-minute drive and the two of you had argued the whole time. This time, whilst the two of you weren’t, your eyes flickered around the car.

He had his teacher’s badge hung around the mirror, something he’d use on the weekdays at his job as a Drama teacher. You’d only heard little about that – but you promised yourself as you got to know Tom better and tried to get to know him better, you’d ask about his students. About him. A couple empty coffee cups in the passenger’s side, and a mug in the cupholders. Typical for Tom. When he hadn’t a beer in his hand, he had a mug full of Camomile tea, honey, and milk.

He pulled out of his parking spot as he turned on the aux, music playing from his phone through to his car, a soft tune. He hummed the words to the song, his hand gripping the wheel, your eyes looking over at him, gracing his figure as you ogled over his muscles. You let out a small breath, running your hands down your legs.

“So,” You started, “How’s the teaching stuff going?”

He hummed softly, “It’s pretty alright – the students I teach pick the subject, so they all want to be there,” He turns to you and smiles, “Makes my life pretty easy,”

You chuckled, “I can imagine, they’re all doing something they’re so passionate about!”

He matches your smile, “Yeah, it’s truly a beautiful thing,”

The two of you go silent, a comfortable silence, a sweet silence, watching the road in front of you. The headlights on the side of the street lighting up the car, making Tom’s figure shine and accentuating his jawline. But this time you weren’t looking at him, Tom was looking at you. How you shone, how you shined under the light of the street. His eyes flickering between you and the road. Trying to keep his eyes on the road, but it was hard to keep his focus with you sitting right next to him.

You finally got to your apartment, the apartment you shared with James. You froze, staring at James’ car on the side of the road, tears threatening to spill once more – and they did. You started crying and Tom had no clue what to do, but freak out quietly and pull over, he did so carefully. He turned off the ignition, sitting in silence, letting you cry.

He turns to you, his expression soft, “Are you… okay?” He questions cautiously.

You shake your head, gulping, “I- James broke up with me tonight,” You sobbed, Tom’s hand resting over yours, rubbing it softly with his thumb – his touch electric to your skin, making you feel more loved than James had ever, only ever grazing his finger over your hand.

Tom’s expression broke – he was happy. But he felt guilty for feeling so. He felt so relieved. He was going to do it slowly (and you had planned to as well), but he wanted to get closer to you, he wanted to ask you out. He wanted to love you like James never could. But right now, he had no time to worry about that. He didn’t want to see you cry. He had never wanted to see you cry, he just wanted to make you smile.

Tom dared to ask, “What happened?”

Your eyes softened at the boy, you couldn’t tell him the truth – that would mean Tom finding out that you liked him, and you couldn’t do that, so you shook your head, “I- It’s- It’s not important,”

He understood that you hadn’t want to talk about this. He only nodded, “Well, you can stay at my place tonight if you don’t wanna go in there.” He offered – he didn’t know what came over him. This wasn’t normal, he should act like he hates you. But he can’t. He can’t look at you like this and pretend to hate you. Not like he always had. Even when he convinced himself that he hated you, he never really had. Not truly.

You looked up at him, hopeful, grateful, “Really?” your eyes welled.

He nods, “Yeah of course, you’re a friend.” He dared to say, but you just smiled.

You liked the sound of that friend. He was your friend, and he was here for you when nobody else was. You smiled, only nodding, crying again. Still full of sadness, but it had a pinch of happiness. Tom pulled out of the spot he had put himself in and drove a few blocks and over to his house. It was a small place, he shared it with his best friend Harrison – who was a sweet person, amazing, if you will. Kind and compassionate. You had met him on a ton of occasions. As Tom had pulled into his driveway, he informed you that Harrison wasn’t home and that he was away with his girlfriend for the weekend.

As the two of you walked into the house, Tom threw his keys into a bowl on the mantel.

You admired the place; it was quite nice. They had a cute little white couch, that went into the shape of an L and a nice TV. Your eyes connected to the kitchen that intersected with the lounge room, it was a nice white kitchen. The house was cleaner than expected for two Twenty-Six-year-old men. Both teachers, one P.E. and one Drama.

“Make yourself at home,” Tom gives a tight-lipped smile as you sit on the couch, taking off your shoes and setting them to the side.

He sits beside you, “You can take my room, and I’ll get you a change of clothes if you’re fine with wearing mine?” He questions, it’s a risky question but he asks it anyway, “You can take a shower too if you need to.”

You’d never seen this side of Tom before and it was making you melt, “Uh, yeah, that would be nice,”

“Right, I’ll grab you a towel and some clothes,” He makes his way into his bedroom, and comes back out wielding a white t-shirt, some checkered boxers, and sweatpants.

You took them graciously and made your way to the bathroom.

You came out of the bathroom, your hair wet and your eyes red, probably from crying Tom had guessed – but that hadn’t stopped you from being the most beautiful girl Tom had ever seen in his whole entire life.

Tom led you to his bedroom where you tucked yourself into his Queen-sized bed, Tom left the room with one last glanced as he looked over you, before closing the door behind him.

That was two years ago, now you were sitting in Tom’s room but for totally different reason.

“Okay, what movie do you wanna watch?” You smiled softly at your best friend, taking a seat.

James was officially a lost memory. You thought about him sometimes. How your life could’ve been if you didn’t love Tom the way you did. As much as you did. But the more you thought about it the more the two of you were a lost cause. Gone. Nothing could change that. It hurt sometimes, not having someone to love you like he did. But getting closer to Tom and becoming what was your closest friend, was good enough for you.

Tom sighed, “I was thinking Iron Man?”

You smiled, a hum escaping your lips, “But which one?”

“Iron Man Three.”

You cheered, moving closer into Tom, the two of you now cuddling, “Obviously the best one.”

His scent was intoxicating, it was like a breath of fresh air. You could only smile against his chest as it rises and falls with every breath. You were both lying down on his mattress, one that you had shared one too many times after drunken pub quizzes and oh, so many victories. Your arm wrapped around him as he held the bowl of popcorn beside him, the MARVEL logo flashing on the screen.

Tom looked down at you, the red light flashing across your face, afraid of what he felt for you. Love and nothing but. You’d never told him why you and James broke up and though it was too long ago, he still questioned it. You hadn’t told anyone – and he only knew that because he’d asked around. Sure, it was a little bit of an invasion – but in his defence he was still supposed to hate you back then. Not that it would make it any better. But then, he didn’t have to ask you. Because he already knew. Too afraid to ruin the friendship if something didn’t work out between the two of you.

Tom leans against your old island, as you shove some of your old things into cardboard boxes. You’d told Tom not to worry and not to help since you’d only be a few minutes and a few minutes turned to hours. Tom constantly offering to help you pack your things but refusing because it was nothing you couldn’t handle. You told him you’d ask for help If you needed it and the look on your face was telling him to back off – and you meant it.

You’d left to go grab a couple snacks as Tom stayed behind, packing up the rest of the things you had asked him too. He obliged and started doing so. He didn’t get a lot done before James walked through the door, seeing Tom packing up his ex-girlfriends’ things.

It had been a week since the breakup and seeing Tom there wasn’t helping anything especially, he was the whole reason for everything.

“Fuck are you doing here?” James questioned Tom as he stood in the doorway.

Tom sighed, placing some duct tape over the top of the cardboard box he had just packed, before looking up at James, “Look, mate, I’m just trying to help Y/n. She’s hurt and I’m her friend.”

“Your friend? You guys hate each other.” James slams the door behind him with a huff, walking into his kitchen.

“Yeah, well after her boyfriend abandoned her at the pub quiz someone had to drive her home and give her a place to stay and that someone was me.”

James threw his keys down onto the counter, “So as soon as I leave the two of you magically get along? That’s a lot from you, Holland. You’ve got something else going on, you’ve got some sort of ulterior motive with my girlfriend–

“Ex-girlfriend,” Tom interjected, “I don’t have any ulterior motives with Y/n! We just became friends.” He lied, he wanted to be your friend. But also, your boyfriend. He just wasn’t sure you felt the same.

“Bull-fucking-shit.” James curses, “Look, Thomas,” The name sounds like a poison to James. It is a poison to James, “Stay the fuck away from her.”

“Mate, you don’t own her!” Tom defends you, “She’s not your property and you can’t tell her what to do and what to do and even if you could, at most, influence her choices, you lost that privilege when you dumped her in the middle of quiz night.”

James’ jaw clenched, “Well we broke up because of you, Thomas.” He spat.

Tom’s face was a written exam of confusion, “What do you mean, ‘because of me’?”

James huffed, “My god you’re as fucking blind as she is! She’s in love with you and you’re in love with her. It doesn’t take someone with eyes to see that. Even her brother said the two of you act like you’re in love. On quiz night you had your arm around her the whole time, kissing her forehead and whatever the fuck else.” James was angry.

… and Tom could only provoke that, “Yeah. I am. Good to know you can see it.”

His hand tensed around you as he thought of the memory, pulling you closer, breathing in your strawberry and mint shampoo and listened to you mutter some of the lines from the movie that you had memorised. Something he thought was way too cute and just all in all adorable.

Tom didn’t want to ruin the mood – he didn’t know what came over him. Maybe the memory triggered something in his mind that enabled him to want to do this, “I know why you broke up with James.” He muttered softly as you tensed up, still cuddled against him.

“How do you know?” You tried to stay calm, “Who told you?”

“He did.” Tom spoke.

You sat up pulling yourself away from Tom and began pacing around the room, “When did he tell you Tom?”

“Two years ago.”

“Ohmygod,” You buried your head in your hands, “And you just sat around here knowing I was in love with you and still being my friend – sharing a bed with me? Leading me on?!”

He stood to meet your eyes, “Y/n, I just wanted to see if we could be friends first, I wasn’t leading you on.”

“Yes, you are, Tom!” But you registered what he had said shortly after, “Wait, what do you mean first?”

“The reason I acted like I hated you was because of him. Was because I was jealous of him. So, if I couldn’t be your boyfriend, and being your friend would put me in pain, I decided to try and hate you – keyword is tried.” He blushed, looking down at his feet, “It was an asshole move, I’ll admit that, but I feel the same way about you.”

You smiled softly, all embarrassment fading away, “Y-You do…?”

He nods softly, “Yeah, I do.” His eyes flickered down to your soft-looking lips, his finger then running over them, feeling their plush, “May I?”

“Yeah, you can.” You smiled softly once more, feeling his lips pressed against yours, both of you smiling against it, feeling needy.

Both of you so engulfed in the passion of each other, his tongue slipping into your mouth. Both of you stumble back, tripping over each other’s feet, stumbling onto, and falling on the bed, both of you laughing softly – your lips falling onto each other’s again.

His hands ride up his your shirt, and you shudder at his touch, feeling a sense of euphoria already, groaning against his touch. He’s only grazed his hands on you. Making you feel something already, making you want him more than you’ve ever wanted anyone before. Making you need him.

You pull your lips away for a moment, as he kisses your neck, your words tickle the side of his face, whispering against his ear, “Tom, I need you.”

The way his lips fall back onto yours is just a conformation of what he wants, he wants you.

The desire starting to make you both feel things as Tom’s jeans start to get a little tight and you feel yourself start to get wet and you had barely done anything to each other. God, you wanted him so bad. Your hands run under his shirt, your lips parting for one moment as it slides over his head. His do the same to yours as he notices you’re not even wearing a bra.

“Holy shit,” He mutters softly, pressing a kiss to your neck, a moan escaping your lips, “My t-shirt without a bra, that’s so fucking hot.” He peppers kisses down your chest before his mouth wraps around the nub of right tit. His tongue playing and sucking it. Your hand slithers into his hair as your head comes back, and you release a moan.

You can feel Tom shudder at the sound of you, his other hand fondles your left. He removes his mouth, placing one last kiss on your tit. His hands trailing down your sides, as he teases the waistband of your pants.

“This, okay?” He asks softly, playing with the waistband awaiting your answer.

“Uh-huh, yep.” You nodded, just wanting Tom to hurry up. You just wanted him to use you how ever he liked. You didn’t care what he did. He could make you feel good no matter what.

Tom pulled down your pants and panties with them, as he discarded them onto the floor, he left kisses all down your belly, before moving in between your thighs, “God, you are so beautiful,” he says looking up at you, and you can feel yourself starting to feel flushed.

He doesn’t let you respond, as he places kisses in your inner thigh, teasing you with his mouth, getting close to your pussy but not doing anything about it, leaving you on the edge. Wanting his touch more than ever. You just wanted him to feel you. To taste you.

He finally ran a soft finger against your pussy, feeling your wetness – he bites his lip, running his finger up and down, “So fucking wet – all this for me? You shouldn’t have, darling.”

You squirmed under his touch, just wanting him to touch you, to finger-fuck you. To stick his cock inside of you. You honestly didn’t care what he did. You just needed to feel him. Tom’s fingers ran against you, teasing you, as you moan, wanting more from him. Wanting everything. God, this was pissing you off – but also making you extremely turned on. You knew that this would make you feel better than you’d ever felt before – because it already had felt better than you’d ever felt before and he hadn’t even really started to touch you.

He started to place kisses on the lips of your pussy, before finally letting his tongue enter your slit, his tongue teasing your g-spot as you moaned again. He toyed with it, making it his. Letting his tongue flick, it and circle it, rubbing you before inserting one of his fingers into you. God, it felt so good, as he touched your g-spot making you moan again, a small ‘fuck’ escaping your lips as your hand made its way into Tom’s hair once more, taking a ball of it in your fist as he ate your pussy, pumping his fingers in and out of you.

He pulled you away, leaving you starving as he sat up and started to unbuckle his pants, you knew he was going to fuck the living daylights out of you, and you were ready for whatever had in store. His cock falls out of his boxers, and you’d never seen anything like it. It was large and thick, making your mouth drool. It was all you’d think about.

“Holy shit,” You muttered under your breath, but Tom had heard your words, smirking to himself knowing you were impressed. That gave him some vote of confidence.

Your eyes trailed Tom’s body, from his sweaty, curled, and messed hair. Down to his plumped lips, that had been red from kissing you, tasting you. All the way to his chiselled body, lines that indicated that he had been working out. A sight he showed off quiet often, but it was a beautiful one always – especially like this. Landing on what would soon be inside you. You couldn’t take it anymore, and it only took six words.

“I need you.” You gulped, swallowing all the pent-up drool and spit, “All of you.”

Tom could only smile, pressing his lips to yours, before inserting his cock inside you, slowly moving in and out of you to build up the want. The need– and it was working. He moved in and out of you, pressing your g-spot slowly, before pulling back out. Making you moan. Making you wetter – you didn’t think you could get wetter.

His kisses moved from your mouth to next to your ear as he whispered into your ear, tickling your sense as he spoke, “How do you want me?” Tom questioned you, as he felt you shiver against him as he continued to move in and out of you, awaiting your answer, he kisses your cheek softly.

“Fast and rough, Tommy, please, I need it.” You whined, turning him on more.

He held himself up before moving faster against you, moving from a slow pace to something fast in a short second, moving his body as hard as he could against you, surprising you but making you moan nonetheless, and it was loud. You had never felt this way before. So hot, so wet, so turned on and it was all Tom.

Your bodies flowed like one, moving in sync, as you felt each other. Your mouth never leaving the others, both sweating, panting, as you pulled away for a breath before placing your mouth back on his. Your tongues in a constant, sloppy, meet.

It your arms were wrapped around his back, holding him as his movements pressed against your g-spot harder than ever, slowly moving one of your hands to stimulate your own clit. Rubbing it in circles, playing it in your fingers. Your sensitive throbbing. You could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm and Tom could feel it took as your pussy clenched around his cock.

“Fuck,” Tom’s lips fall off yours for a moment as he kisses your neck, moving faster in you, as you move your own fingers faster, letting yourself feel everything.

“Tommy I’m gonna–” You moan as Tom groans.

“That’s right, cum for me, darling, let it all out.” He speaks into your ear.

You can feel that familiar knot in your stomach, as you let yourself release. Tom feels you twitch against him as you do so, holding him close. A moan of several octaves escaping your mouth. Tom starts to slow his movements down and kisses you, “That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard,” he speaks as you kiss him once more.

You run your hand down Tom’s chest, your hand moving around his cock. He falls back onto the bed as you sit up, admiring the sight of his shaft. Your finger running along the slit of his cock as precum falls. You run your hands down your thighs, using your own wetness as a lubricant – which only makes Tom lick his lips and want you more. You tease his cock by running a finger over the tip of his cock, making him moan. You placed a kiss on the tip, tasting his precum before running your hand up and down his cock.

You pump your hand up and down his cock, as he moans and groans, “Fuck, you’re so hot.” You speak and Tom groans softly, his back arching and his head falls back – just like yours had earlier.

You slowly wrap your mouth around his tip before taking his cock into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down softly, before moving it faster, slightly gagging, but letting the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat a few times before coming up for air. You gasped softly, letting yourself catch your breath, before letting your mouth play with his tip and you moved your hand from the base of his cock up and down and continued to do so.

You placed your mouth around his cock taking in his whole shaft once more, his moans being the only thing you can hear as you could feel him start to twitch.

“Fuck, y/n, I’m gonna cum.” He speaks softly before he starts to twitch a bit more.

You keep your mouth over his cock, taking it all in as he groans loudly, grabbing the sheets beside him as you continue your movement, your mouth filling with his sticky, hot and white load. You pull your mouth from his cock, now covered in cum, but also let some fall from your mouth.

Tom swears he had never seen a girl so perfect.

You swallowed his cum, letting the salty taste coat your throat.

You fell beside Tom, after taking a sip of water from his water bottle. Both of you sweaty and wrapped up in the sheets that were once made, you snuggled up close to him, his arms wrapped around you. Leaving you somewhat protected. Safe.

A few months later, you and Tom were in a committed relationship to each other, you now lived with him (and Haz moved into his girlfriend’s place) rather than your shitty complex that was almost too far away from Tom and your family on Saturdays, which the two of you now came to in the same car.

Your families were happy for the development of the two of you and your relationship – moving from people who used to hate each other to people who can’t stop thinking about each other almost never. Saturdays were now enjoyable. You didn’t dread Saturdays anymore.

You had eventually met Tom’s students at a school dance which Tom insisted he take you too. Most of them had told you they liked you more than him, which you were happy to boast about as he smiled at you being so good with the kids at the school.

Everything was going so well; it was going great.

You were in the isle of your TESCO as you were walking in the freezer isle, looking for some ice-cream to buy for movie night that night, as a familiar face walked into the isle. One you hadn’t seen in years.

James looked tired, the bags under his eyes were heavy and his shoulders were slumped, in comparison to you, who had started to get a good night’s sleep and had developed fantastic posture. James’ face lit up as he saw you.

“Hey, y/n.” He speaks, a soft smile upon his lips.

“Hi, James.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile, not really wanting to speak to him. Yes, you still held a grudge against him. But he wasn’t wrong – you were with Tom now; Had been for a while.

“Look, y/n, I just wanted to say I’m sorry and that I shouldn’t have ended things. I really do regret leaving things the way we did. I neverintended to hurt you. I still love you. Come back to me, y/n. Be with me… please.” James speaks.

But just like a cliché, Tom walks down the aisle, wearing his shit happens hoodie and sweats. Looking as cute as ever as he inspects a box of Coco Pops, “Hey, babe, I know we don’t usually but should we–?” His eyes fall upon James as he looks up at you and him talking.

James furrows his eyebrows, “Babe?”

“Yeah, uh, we’re together mate. Looks like you were right.” Tom shrugs, rolling his eyes at the boy – he wasn’t afraid to show his emotions like you were. He had the upper hand. He was now with you; he had done something James had sworn he would never let happen. He lost the fight and you and Tom both knew that you’d won each other.

You sigh, “James was just telling me that he still loves me, wants me to get back with him. Isn’t that, right?” You questioned.

James scoffs, “Yeah. I had. I’m way better for you than–”

“No.” You cut him off, “You’re not. You dumped me because you were jealous of a friendship and okay, sure, we acted like we loved each other but that’s because we did! I tried to stay with you that night and you ended things and walked away. You left me there. So shut the fuckup.” You huff as James looks at you perplexed.

Both you and Tom walk back down the aisle as you start to chuckle, “Tom I didn’t get any ice-cream!” You laugh into his shoulder. The both of you in the cereal aisle.

“‘S Fine, we’ll get some at a petrol station or something,” He starts to join in your laughing as you wrap your arms around him placing a kiss to his warm lips.

“I love you, Tommy.”

“I love you more.”

a/n: endings a bit cheesy but i'm not appalled by it LMAO

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Taken for Granted → t.holland AU

Type of AU: Wealthy business man

Type of writing: Angst ( no happy ending ) & Steamy

Warning(s): Covers topics such as cheating and having a divorce. If these topics are not comfortable for you, then this imagine might trigger you. So please, read at your own risk.

A/N: This is for the 2022 fic event hosted by @tomhollandfics!! Hope that this is in time!!

You were extremely tired, it was a long day at work. Your boss woke up on the wrong side of bed and tortured everyone, he made everyone work extra hard today. You were mentally and physically exhausted. Luckily, in two hours, you would be able to go to your loving husband and the pent-house you two were sharing.

See, your husband was the one and only, Thomas Stanley Holland. He was famous and a quite rich business man. He always said that you didn't have to work because he had the money to support the two of you, but you weren't that type of woman. You wanted to work hard and earn the money, you didn't want it to just be given to you. He loved and admired you for that.

Anyway, you and Tom were now married for almost four years now. You were also at a point where the both of you were potentially thinking for a child, which you were very excited about. You couldn't wait to take this journey with Tom.

You sighed, only two more hours left, I can handle it, you said in your mind and then continued to work on your desk.

Tom was currently at a party that had many rich men. He had just finished another important meeting and was now partying for a little. There was a variety of drinks and food, which Tom enjoyed. Yet, he couldn't but notice how all of his fellow friends were dating women who were much more younger than them. They were all in there early thirty's or mid 40's but they were with women who were at the young age of 19. He was a little surprised that his friend who was in his mid 40's was dating a woman who was in her early 20's. Be he wasn't going to lie, he completely expected this. It was very common for rich men like him to date younger girls. But that didn't matter to him, he had his lovely Y/N.

Y/N was also in her early 30's... just like Tom. He smiled a little as he zoned out at the thought of her. He had never seen someone as gorgeous as Y/N, until he saw her.

She was absolutely stunning. She had curly blonde hair that reached up to her shoulders and sparkling blue eyes. She was wearing a very revealing black dress that reached up to her knees. She also had the perfect smile. Tom was in awe, his jaw dropped at the sight of her. The girl then looked towards Tom's direction, noticing that he was checking her out. She smirked to herself and then headed towards him. Tom suddenly became flustered, not many people were able to do that.

"Hey, I saw you staring at me over there" she in a cocky and flirtatious tone.

Tom smirked, "I couldn't resist darling, you look absolutely magnificent" he said.

She giggled, "What's your name?" she asked.

"Tom, Tom Holland. What about you darling?" he asked back.

"Cassidy, Cassidy Peterson" she answered back.

They both smirked at each other, knowing what was about to happen.

And there they were. Tom pushing her against one of the bedroom doors somewhere in the house. The kisses became sloppy and rushed, Tom then started to kiss her jaw, then her neck, then going down to her collarbone. He had completely forgotten about the fact that he was a married man, that ring on his finger meant nothing to him now.

He pushed Cassidy onto the bed and hovered over her, it felt wrong but it also felt so right. It felt as if they were meant to be together. They both smiled at each other and then continued to kiss ferociously. Tom went all the way down her body, while Cassidy was moaning out his name.

Cassidy moaning out his name was music to his ears, it felt like heaven. One thing he was sure about, was that Cassidy's praising was much more better that Y/N's praises whenever they were sleeping together. It felt as if he had known Cassidy all his life yet, they had only met hours ago.

After completing their activities, they finally laid down next to each other. Huddled in the blankets and sweating.

"T-That was a-amazing" Tom said while having heavy breaths.

"I feel like the same" Cassidy said while she had messy hair everywhere.

After catching their breaths, Cassidy noticed his ring finger, practically on how there was an actual ring on it.

"A-Are you married?" Cassidy asked.

He sighed, "Yeah, unfortunately" he said.

Cassidy was about to say something until Tom jumped in, "But! We're currently in the process of getting a divorce... she's just a real brat and I can't believe that I didn't see it before we got married" He said laughing a little which made Cassidy laugh a little too.

Deep down, he knew he was lying not only to Cassidy, but to himself. You were nothing but a kind, sweet, loving, and hard-working gal. You were amazing in every way, you were nowhere near a brat. But Tom felt the need to lie about you because after meeting Cassidy, he knew that you weren't the one for him anymore.

You were about to enter the pent-house, you were just in-front of the door, searching for the key. You finally entered the house, sighing in bliss. You set down your bags and late-night groceries on the kitchen counter. You called out Tom's name,

"Tom?" you say loudly, but there was only silence filling up.

You check around everywhere, but he was nowhere you to be seen. You pout a little bit, he said that he would be home early today so that the two of you could spend some time together. You sighed and put all the groceries in the fridge and went to the bathroom to go take a nice warm shower. You got into the bath-tub, letting the warm water sprinkle over you. You were very calm but also very tired. You just wished Tom would have kept his promise of coming home a little early. But you understood, he was a very busy man with a hectic schedule. Gosh, he is probably so exhausted right now, you thought.

After finishing your shower, you put on one of Tom's sweatshirts and then you put on your own pair of sweatpants. An hour had almost passed, and there was still no sign of Tom. You read the screen on your phone it read, 2:15 AM

Your eyes widened, it was incredibly late. You had to go to bed immediately if you didn't want to be late for work tomorrow.

You sighed, "So much for movie night" you mumbled to yourself.

You collapsed on the big king-sized bed that you shared with Tom. The bed felt so empty so, you tried your best to feel comfy. You took one of the throw pillows and cuddled with it while moving in a comfortable position, you back was facing away from the bedroom door so that you were facing the wall that was next to the bed. You started to tear up a little, wishing that the pillow was Tom. But you knew that he was working hard all day and all night.

After falling into a deep sleep, you felt a pair of arms wrapping around you waist. You came back to you senses, ready to attack the threat. But you quickly realized that they were the arms of your loving husband. You lazily smiled, you finally felt safe and protected. But then, something felt wrong. When Tom wrapped his arms around you, it felt forced; it felt like he had to do it, not that he wanted to do it.

Of course, you were oblivious to the fact that Tom had just cheated on you. And because you two were married, it was now considered as an affair.

After a couple of minutes of him in this awkward position, he finally let go while sighing. You furrowed you eyebrows, he never let go of you. But then, all of a sudden, there was a strong scent. The smell of strawberry perfume, you were even more confused. You never bought or worn a strawberry perfume before. The smell was just to artificial for you and not to mention that you were the type of person to wear something like the SoCal perfume they sell at Hollister.

Was he having an affair with another woman? No, that can't be true... he isn't the type of person to do that, you thought. You tried to ignore the pit in your stomach while thinking these thoughts, he loved you and you loved him... wasn't that enough?

Two months had passed, Tom came later and later to the pent-house each night. He had stopped giving you the usual morning kisses and hugs. He just greeted you and went on with his day. Then at night, you worked all day and headed home, hoping that Tom was there. But you were always greeted with the same thing... emptiness. The house was pin-drop silent, there would be nobody there. You had the same routine of cooking dinner for yourself and just in case if Tom got hungry, you made dinner for him and put it in the microwave. Only to see that his meal was still in the microwave when it was the morning.

Then there was that perfume scent, it seemed to change through out a couple of weeks. But then it became consistent smell of lavender. Your heart dropped, Tom only wore mint or a vanilla perfume for men's. But this smelt like a more feminine type of perfume. But you still decided to ignore it, trying to give him another chance.

See, every time you would attend one of his parties as his plus-one, you would always notice that after half an hour of spending time with you, he would always stay away from you. He would talk with his friends and flirt with women who were your age or women who were younger than you. Your heart dropped whenever he would become touchy with the women at the party who wore rather revealing dresses. Every time you two would reach the pent-house you would confront him about the flirting. You asked him to stop because he was a married man, and you were uncomfortable with it.

But he would always say the same exact sentence, "Darling you know that I love you and that I would never leave you for someone else right? Your it for me." he said with a smile while caressing your cheek with his hand. Even though he was repeating it over and over again, you couldn't help but notice that your heart fluttered every time. You always gave him another chance to do the right thing. But he took the chances you gave to him for granted... he took you for granted.

It was another long and stressful day at work. All of your colleagues were talking about how they were going to spend the weekends with their loved one's. You just nodded and listened to them, hoping that you would maybe get a surprise tonight to make-up for all of the times Tom had been absent to movie nights and dates.

You again, reached the front door of the house. You sighed, hoping that there would be at least some noise rather than empty loneliness in the pent-house. Your eyes were droopy as you lazily plopped your bags on the kitchen counter. Once again, the house was quiet and empty— until you heard a sudden noise.

You furrowed your eyebrows, your once tired eyes shot up wide awake. You couldn't quite distinguish the sound. You quietly walked towards the shared bedroom, you heard... moaning?

You heard a female voice moaning Tom's name while also saying vulgar words. Your heart dropped, you were feeling a variety of emotions. You started tearing up while covering your mouth with your hand, trying not to make a sound. You started to feel dizzy so you leaned your back against the wall and slid all the way down so that your knees were touching your chest.

"F-fuck you feel so good Tommy" the woman said.

"You f-feel amazing too darling" Tom's voice said.

You broke down even more, you had just caught your husband having an affair. You didn't want to walk in because you didn't want to see Tom's naked body with another woman's naked body. So you just sat there, on the floor with your arms on your knees and pulling them towards your chest. You also covered your mouth with your hand, trying not to let out a single sound out.

After sitting in that position for a half an hour, you could tell that they were finished with their activities because there was no more moaning and vulgar words being echoed in the bedroom. You were now confused, the woman hasn't left the room yet... this was a one night stand right?

You got your answer by listening on the other side of the door.

"That was amazing" the woman said.

You could hear Tom laugh, "You always say that love."

The woman then breathlessly laughed, "But I mean it baby, it was magical" she said.

So it wasn't a one night stand, they had done this multiple times. All of these pet names that they were saying to each other made you feel like a glass shard had just stabbed you in the heart.Your breaths started to become un-even once you heard the next few lines.

"So when are you going to finish the papers for the divorce?" the woman asked.

Tom sighed, "I'm almost done with them" he said... but you knew he was lying because you hadn't received any type of divorce papers, Tom didn't even mention a divorce. But you could tell that you were going to get the papers soon.

After being zoned out and silently crying, you didn't notice that the bedroom door open. Tom and the woman were walking out of the room until he noticed you sitting on the floor and keeping your head down and buried into your knees.

His eyes widened, "Y-Y/N?" he asked.

Your head shotted up, displaying your watery and red eyes. You immediately stood up and faced Tom, also noticing that there was a woman hiding behind him.

"W-what are you doing here, I thought you don't come home in another hour" Tom stated.

You tried your best to not let out tears, "W-well I got to leave work early, a-and I wanted to give you a surprise but... It looks like I'm the one who got the surprise" You stated in a shaky voice.

Tom was in utter shock, he was caught.

"I-I think I should l-leave" Cassidy said.

You and Tom just stared at her while she was leaving, not saying anything. She finally opened the front door and left the pent-house, which resulted the two of you in silence while standing in the living room.

You started to brake down, covering your mouth with your hand again. Tom looked down, tears started to form in his eyes. He never wanted to hurt you, but he still did it.

"I can't believe you" you whisper to him.

Tom just stayed silent, looking down at the floor.

"I work all day and I come home only to find that it's completely empty! But I always try to understand what your going through, I always think that you work hard and so I compromise my happiness... But this is what you were doing instead?" you say in a croaky voice.

"I'm sorry" Tom whispered. He had taken you for granted and now he was going to loose you.

"Saying sorry won't do anything Tom" you say. He was the one person you loved so much. You gave him all of your love, but in return, he betrayed you.

Tom gulped, not knowing what to say.

"I was ALWAYS there for you," you took a pause and shook your head while licking your teeth, "What happened to you?" you whisper.

Tom said in a hoarse voice, "I-I met her a few months ago, and we've been hooking up for two months–"

"Two months?!" you say.

There was a silence.

The silence caused you to break down again. You turned away from him and crouched down to the floor. You didn't contain you noise, you let it all out. Tom started to tear up, seeing you in so much pain caused pain for him too... but he caused it. All of the guilt slowly arose in his system. He felt like a monster. You were an amazing wife, you gave him loyalty, love, and empathy. You made him feel safe, but Tom had taken you for granted.

You were finished with your break down and stood back up to face him. Your emotion changed from sadness and betrayal to anger and rage.

"I always thought that there was good in people. That we're all human, so we could be understood by one another. But you? I can't give you anymore chances. It ends here." you say in a firm voice.

Tom was never one to cry, but now there was a single tear drop running down his face. You were extremely exhausted, mentally and physically. You didn't want to let him go, but you had to... you couldn't live with a cheater.

You sighed, "We'll figure out the divorce stuff tomorrow, I'm just so tired right now" you say to him.

Tom sniffed and then nodded his head, "Yeah. Um, I c-can sleep on the couch...y-you can sleep in the bedroom–"

"I'm. Not. Sleeping. On. That. Fucking. Bed" you say with rage in your voice.

Tom's breaths started to become un-even, you were never one to say such profanities, not in the public life and not in the private life. You only said them when you were extremely frustrated and experiencing many emotions at once. This was one of the first times Tom had heard vulgar words come out of your mouth. This wasn't a night-mare, this was real life. He had officially lost you.

"O-okay, I can um, sleep in the bedroom then" Tom whispered while he was still in shock.

Later that night, you were all bundled up with blankets on the couch while Tom was sleeping in the bed. The same bed where you and Tom would cuddle with each other and have late night conversations. It was also the same bed where he slept with another woman and had an affair. The both of you stayed awake for the whole night, but dozing off into a deep sleep for a couple of hours here and there.

You and Tom and already filled out the papers, all that was needed was to attend court to make the divorce official.

The both of you entered the office, your judge's name was Michael. He seemed to be a man who was in his mid 60's, he also seemed very experienced.

"Ah! Y/N Holland and Tom Holland correct?" he asked.

You both nodded. When Michael had addressed you as Y/N Holland, you thought to yourself how that would all change. You would no longer be Mrs. Holland.

You both took a seat on the chairs that were about three feet apart from each other. Tom didn't look at you and you didn't look at Tom.

Michael then stated, "So I believe that you two are here for the final stages of the divorce correct?" He asked

You nodded your head while Tom mumbled, "Yes"

Michael had continued to ask you both questions regarding the divorce. But one major question stood out to you...

"Now, please tell me the reason of this divorce" he said.

Tom looked at you and then stared down, fiddling with his fingers.

You sighed, "Tom had an affair with another women. Approximately three weeks ago, I caught them in the act and it was a neutral decision to get a divorce" you say to Michale.

While Michale was writing all of this down, he immediately stopped. He looked up and gave Tom a stare. If looks could kill people, Tom would most definitely be dead. Michael sighed, he didn't want to give his opinion to them because that would be considered unprofessional. But in his mind he thought, rich men, they always think that they can do anything.

After Michale filled out his part of the papers, he handed them over to you and Tom. You spent the last half an hour filling out the last few forms and papers. Finally, the meeting was coming to a close... it was over. The meeting was now finished.

Which also meant that you and Tom were now officially divorced.

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sparklingsin · 2 years

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(push your heart, and pull away); - II

tom holland x female!reader

summary: you've got yourself in a predicament that involves fake dating the star employee of your company (who you might have feelings for), all to convince your family that you're finally happy, after what happened with your last shot at love. can you, the CEO of a booming business, your family's darling daughter pull off the biggest lie you've ever told? [inspired by and based loosely on The Spanish Love Deception by Elena Armas.]

tags and warnings (full fic): female reader, lots of romance tropes, fake dating, pining, tooth-rotting fluff, some angst, sexual tension, filthy smut (future chapters) minors dni.

a/n: i am also entering this fic into @tomhollandfics' fic event (prompt is in bold). hope y'all like this chapter :)

catch up: chapter one

CHAPTER II

"Y/N?"

You snapped back to reality, the fog behind your eyes clearing instantly. You were in the conference room, surrounded by your team and everyone was looking at you.

Shit. How long had they been calling you for?

You only hoped you didn't look like a deer caught in headlights.

Straightening your back, you looked at the presenter, Ken Satō, hoping he'd understand that you really hadn't heard what he'd last said.

"Y/N, we were wondering if there were any changes you'd like to see," he repeated politely, pointing at the presentation behind him.

Right. You were in a meeting with the advertising team who were presenting you their latest pitch.

You quickly regained your composure and gave him a small smile. "Not any that I can think of at the moment, Ken. This looks phenomenal. I will, however, go over the slides again so do leave me a copy. But this is great!"

Ken smiled back at you and you sighed inwardly, closing your eyes for one brief moment. It was so unlike you to get lost in thoughts in a meeting like this and you hoped your employees wouldn't judge you too harshly this time. Nevertheless, you resolved to focus better. You opened your eyes, only to catch Tom— who was sitting across from you, staring at you intently.

You felt your body heat up under his gaze— Tom was better at reading you than most people. He held the contact for a while, only looking away when Ken asked everyone a question.

You realised you had been holding your breath. You exhaled again, looking anywhere but at Tom.

The rest of the meeting went smoothly, without your thoughts drifting too much. Once the team had left, you put your head in your hands and let out a long sigh. The wedding wasn't even yours and it had you stressed to the nines.

"L/N, you alright?"

It was company policy to call any colleagues, even if they were your superiors, by their first name but Tom and you had become an exception to this rule with regards to each other. You only called each other by your last names, and why that had happened or when, you couldn't recall.

It wasn't unusual for Tom to look after people's wellness but now that he'd signed up to be your pretend boyfriend, it made you feel strange.

"I'm okay. Just wedding stuff," you mumbled, not looking up.

You felt the table buckle beside you, the scent of mint soap mixed with something you didn't recognise, filling your nostrils.

"Hey," Tom said gently, and you'd only heard him use that soft tone once before when he'd found you on your office floor surrounded by work and having a mini breakdown. Not your proudest moment.

You looked up. He was leaning against the table beside you, hips just inches away from your hands that rested on the table, looking down at you— eyebrows knitted and lips drawn into a straight line.

Your stomach fluttered briefly, but you chose to focus on the ebony wood of the conference table instead.

"You said we had a lot to discuss. Do you want me to stop by your place tonight? You can fill me in and give that head of yours some rest."

Okay, this was officially too much. Tom? Come by your place tonight? The thought alone sent your head spinning. He seemed genuinely concerned about you, but your chest felt like it was caving in and you weren't sure why. What the hell had you signed up for?

"Or… we could just Zoom," he said and you realised he could probably sense your discomfort. You sighed. He was making extra efforts to be nice but here you were, acting like his very presence bothered you.

"I'm sorry," you confessed, looking back at him. "I'm just really overwhelmed about this whole thing."

Tom watched you for a moment, lips pursed. "L/N, I don't know the reason for you lying about something like this but I agreed to help you, and I will play my part. But I need you to work with me on this. Sort of tough to do this alone, you know?"

You stared at him.

"I mean, I don't even know my girlfriend's brother's name."

Maybe it was how absurd the situation was or it was the fact that you were so exhausted you couldn't bother keeping it in, but you let out a loud laugh. Some of the heaviness in your chest dissipated as you continued to laugh, only helped by Tom's brilliant brown eyes that crinkled in the corners as he laughed with you.

"But seriously, L/N," he said after the moment passed, voice softening again. "You are not alone. I promise. I'll be there."

You felt your throat close up at his words. If you hadn't been hardened by the stuff you had gone through as a businesswoman and in your personal life, you could've wept right there beside him. It was such an incredibly kind thing to say, that you finally understood why he was everybody's favourite.

You drew in a deep breath, throwing him a grateful smile. And you meant it. "You can come by tonight," you said, heart racing against its will, as Tom patted your back gently.

Maybe, you were beginning to think, you could really pull this off.

***

You were slightly on edge by the time the night rolled in. Tom was going to be here soon. You'd never even had friends over, let alone a co-worker.

After making sure your apartment was spotless and perfect, you treated yourself to a hot bubble bath. Your favourite music blared in the background as you tried to calm yourself before Tom arrived.

He was at the door exactly at 9.

You opened it to a Tom you'd never seen before. He was dressed in baggy jeans and a black tee— holding out two plastic bags, arms accentuated by the way his sleeves caught at his large biceps.

He looked downright cuddlable.

Whoa. Where had that come from?

"I bought take-out," he announced as you beckoned him inside, a small smile pulling at your lips despite your nervousness.

"That smells incredible," you said, guiding him towards your living room.

He looked around you, politely so, taking in his surroundings. Your apartment was huge, at least by New York standards. Since you had very recently moved in, it made you conscious when people admired the luxury.

"A little birdie told me that you loved Chinese, so—" he gestured at the boxes he had started piling on the centre table, ".. Bon Appetit."

You curled up on the sofa— you on the right while Tom on the left end and dug into the delicious spread.

You moaned as the warmth of the food spread through you, only realising you had company when Tom cleared his throat. You blushed.

"So, shoot," he said, shifting to face you on the sofa. "Tell me everything."

And so you did. You covered everything— from the destination wedding in Santorini to your vast family tree that would be making an appearance. Tom listened intently, never once taking his eyes off of you.

It made you nervous, the amount of attention he was paying you. You only hoped that he couldn't tell just how much.

Tom chewed on the last piece of egg roll.

“So, basically, your family is filthy rich.”

You choked on the last of your noodles.

“Sorry, that was rude,” he said, eyes wide.

“No, that’s okay,” you said, putting away your box.

“Yes...but also no. All we had was old family wealth. It was enough to sustain my brother and me and get us to go to good schools but we were never rich. But now… things are different. My brother is a doctor and I—”, you trailed off. Money had always been a sensitive subject for you to discuss, and sitting in an apartment that cost you more than twice the amount of your college loan wasn't making it any easier.

“Ned likes to splurge. Well, so does Betty, his wife to be. A big fancy European wedding was her dream and my brother is capable of giving it to her… so he is.”

Tom smiled wistfully. “That is sweet. And what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Do you ever want to have a fancy wedding?”

In all honesty, you had never given that a thought before. After what happened with your last shot at love... you weren’t even sure if you wanted to get married anymore. You shook yourself out of those thoughts. That was a door you couldn't open, not now.

“I don’t know,” you said, tipping up the takeout box in a vain attempt to hide behind it.

Tom didn’t ask again.

You finished, very audibly, slurping the last of the noodles. You didn't realise how hungry you had been.

"You've got a little something there—" Tom said, pointing towards the left of your face and you tried to wipe off whatever chunk was probably hanging off your mouth, embarrassed.

"Hold on," he said, before reaching across the sofa and running his thumb along your jawline.

You hadn't anticipated him doing that, and the contact sent a burst of electricity down your spine. His hands were surprisingly warm, three of his fingers gently cupped your jaw as he rubbed off the stubborn sauce.

You caught his eye just as he pulled away, and there was something in them, something different, something you'd never seen before. Whatever it was, it made heat flash through your body.

"All cleaned up," he said in a throaty whisper. That sent another shiver through you.

"Uh, I'm just going to put this away," you mumbled, standing up quickly and gathering the large pile of boxes in your hand and rushing to the kitchen.

What the fuck was that?

You quickly dumped the boxes in the trash, putting out the dirty silverware in the washer.

You reached for your wine refrigerator but decided against it. You didn't know if you could trust yourself with wine right now.

What was happening to you?

You brought out the bowls then. You'd have to make do with ice cream.

***

“So. A big fancy wedding, with a few hundred guests and your family. For five days. Should be easy,” Tom began, once you finished the tub of chocolate ice cream together.

“Are you having second thoughts, Holland?” you asked, licking the spoon one last time.

“You wish, L/N,” he retorted, a smirk plastered on his face. “As far as I'm concerned, this is just an all-paid-for vacation. All I have to do is remember a bunch of names and smile. That’s a bloody excellent deal.”

You chuckled. “That's one way of looking at it.”

In just two hours, you had become so attuned to Tom’s presence that the thought of doing this insane thing was starting to make you less worried. He seemed so relaxed on your sofa like this wasn't the first time he was at his boss' place, that it put you at ease.

You let yourself look at Tom, actually look at him.

The increasing interactions with him, the way he seemed to be looking out for you was starting to take up a considerable amount of your headspace. It had barely been four days since he'd offered to help out, but you found yourself thinking about him and what you were about to do at the most random times.

And you didn't want to admit it yet, but you were starting to notice the effect his presence had on you.

Even now, as you gazed at him sitting across from you, a teeny-tiny part of you couldn't wait to see where this whole pretend relationship would take you.

Beat it, Y/N.

He's your colleague.

A colleague who was nicer than the world had ever been, and it didn't help that he had the most perfect face you had ever seen.

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mcwriting · 2 years

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physical therapy

For @tomhollandfics 2022 prompt event! Ft. reader as Tom's physical therapist and these 3 prompts:

12. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”

15. "And risk ruining our friendship?"

16. "Something tells me I'm going to regret this."

Word count: 1133

Warnings: I find it harmless but I could see how someone might see a patient x healthcare provider fic as weird. Pure fluff

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Becoming a physical therapist had been one of your best decisions.

It meant getting to watch people heal, reach new milestones, and raise their confidence with your help.

It also didn't hurt that you had been hired by a film studio and were taking care of Tom Holland behind the scenes.

With all the stunts he had to do on this film, you had been hired preliminarily, as they knew that they, along with his daily workouts, would take a toll on his body throughout the shoot.

You got to be on set at all times making sure people were staying loose and limber between takes but also doing full hour-long sessions with the actors at least once a week.

By the time your first session had ended, you and Tom had become fast friends, building the relationship with quick banter. Your job required Tom putting a lot of trust in you, and he had no qualms doing so.

Within a month, you had gotten close enough to make fun of each other without feeling bad about it. After two months, you had become practically inseparable friends.

One session, Tom was laying on a yoga mat as you lifted his legs above him, maneuvering them to alternate stretching his hamstrings and quads.

"So how did you even become a physical therapist? Is that like psychology or something?"

You laughed until you realized he was serious.

"Dude, did you miss that the P in PT stands for physical?"

"Well no, but I thought that maybe it was just a specialty or something."

You shook your head.

"Tom, I went to four years of undergrad to get a bachelor's in exercise science and then I did a three year doctoral program to become a doctor in physical therapy?"

"Wait... you're a doctor?!?" Tom exclaimed. You hung your head as you lifted his other leg.

"What did you think the D in DPT stood for?"

"I don't know! I'm not the doctor here! I never claimed to be smart!"

You continued shaking your head and rolled your eyes playfully.

"You're lucky you're hot," you sighed.

Tom's brows shot up as he looked at you from behind his foot raised in the air.

"Oh, so you think I'm hot?" he said teasingly.

"I'm pretty sure that's one of the best known facts about you. It's basically an objective statement rather than an opinion."

"Hmmm. Dr. Y/l/n thinks I'm hot," he bragged smugly.

His smirk was quickly replaced with a grimace and a groan as you pushed his leg deeper into a stretch. His hamstrings had been pretty tight lately.

"Oh I get it, that's punishment for my behavior."

"I think it's just me doing my job," you laughed. After a few more seconds, you dropped his leg and helped him up.

You continued on with the rest of the session, Tom continuing to call you Dr. Y/l/n throughout. You knew that your formal title was "doctor," but it was rare that you actually went by it.

Once you wrapped up, you and Tom headed to craft services and then his trailer for lunch. It was just you two inside, eating sandwiches and preparing Tom to go back to set later.

After having a few bites in silence, Tom spoke up again from across the table.

"So you really think I'm hot, huh?"

You tossed your head back and rolled your eyes yet again.

This boy couldn't let anything go.

You finished chewing your bit before responding.

"I already told you, that's a general consensus, not my personal belief per se."

"Oh you just don't wanna admit it."

"And risk ruining our friendship? I think not," you chuckled. You shifted sideways so that your legs extended across your trailer bench and back rested against the wall.

"I see how it is then," Tom trailed, returning to his lunch.

After you both finished, you looked down at your watch.

"Hey we should probably start heading back. We need to get you warm before harnessing up."

You stood up and stretched your back, causing a few vertebrae to pop loudly.

"Yikes. Need help with that?" Tom offered.

"What do you mean?" you asked as he stood as well.

"Your back. I learned how to pop it on spiderman 3. Andrew's a pretty good back popper if you didn't know."

You laughed. As an expert, you wanted to say no knowing that Tom didn't have and true training, but there was one spot that was still bugging you so you obliged.

He got behind you, wrapping his arms across your chest. You relaxed and he quickly lifted you off the ground. There were a few more satisfying pops in your back and he lowered you gently.

You both stayed in the position for a few moments, not sure how to move.

The air had changed. Suddenly it felt so intimate.

Tom's arms loosened enough for you to turn around and face him.

"Could you tell me why admitting I'm hot would ruin our friendship?" he whispered.

You looked in his eyes, then glanced to his lips.

"Because I'm afraid of what might come next," you answered even quieter. A hand involuntarily reached up to move a curl from his eye line and stayed, cupping his cheek.

"And what might that be?" he started to lean in.

You closed the gap, kissing him passionately.

It lasted for a good few seconds before you pulled away and looked down.

"Something tells me I'm going to regret this," you whispered again.

He grabbed your hand in his and tipped up your chin with the other.

"And what makes you say that, darling?"

"Is this allowed? Legal? I'm pretty sure I just broke like... so many ethics codes."

Tom tipped his head back and laughed.

"Hey, hey. Relax. We can stop this now and never bring it up again, but I wanted you to know that I really like you."

You sighed.

"And I really like you too, Tom."

"Well then look at that. If you want this as much as I do, we can make it work, I'm sure of it. And if we can't work together directly anymore, I can at least make sure you aren't too far, okay?"

You nodded.

"You mean that? You would help me?"

"Are you kidding? Of course. I want you here but I also want you doing whatever's best. I only have one requirement."

You quirked a brow.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You have to admit that you think I'm hot."

You laughed and scrunched your nose.

"That's a tall order. Not sure if I can say it," you teased.

His brows raised in anticipation.

"Oh fine, I think you're hot, Tom. Really hot."

"There it is. Finally!' He exclaimed, pulling you into another kiss.

You decided to humor him once you separated again.

"Hmm. Just what the doctor ordered."

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A/N: tbh I've been thinking of writing a physical therapy related fic for a while know but couldn't think of anything until I saw those prompts! Big shouts out to @tomhollandfics for everything you do for us writers!

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Mob!Tom Holland x Pregnant!Reader

Tom has important things to take care of, but that means nothing when it comes to you, especially since you’re pregnant. You get hurt though, and he has to get to you, a lot of things go wrong in the process

Warnings⚠️: guns, vi0lence, birth

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You're the light of Tom's life, and Tom has to keep his light safe. For that reason, you weren't allowed in the work part of the house. It wasn't a big deal. You had everything you could ever need where you were. Tom kept you a secret from everyone except his family and Haz. His office and workspaces were in the part of the house you weren't allowed to go. And his men weren't allowed out of the work areas.

Since you're nine months pregnant, your days were usually slow and consisted of the same routine. Today you shuffled around making yourself food and cleaning a few things. After a while, you decided to take a bath, wanting to relax. You were having trouble moving around, but you didn't think much of it, knowing you could be independent. You filled the large bath and sat in it, watching a show and eating snacks until the water went cold.

However, when you went to stand and get out, you lost your balance. You fall and hit your head. Your vision becomes blurry, and a pounding starts setting in your head. You could feel consciousness slipping away, and at the last second, you stretched to grab the phone attached to the wall. You hopped it didn't take long for Tom to answer, but you couldn't stay awake long enough to know, muttering a soft "Tom" before everything went black.

Tom sat behind his desk, eyes bored as his men come up with excuses. "Boss, it wasn't intentional we-" Tom raises his hand, they know to stop talking.

"You both told me the building would be empty, an easy job. But I sent my men in there, and they were compromised. Explain how this happened." Tom's voice is calm, but the thickness in his accent makes the room filled with unease. Not everyone would be leaving this alive.

"Boss, the tip we got, it was airtight they-" Tom raised his hand again.

"This tip, it was from the Anderson brother, correct?" The men stiffen at the name mention of the name.

"Uh- yeah," one of them, Mark, says lowly.

Tom nods, "Interesting, 'cause I talked to them the other day. We actually had a good talk, and they said they had a mole, someone streaming money to some other organization, somewhere down the line my name came up," Tom leans his elbows on the table, "So why don't you stop lying and explain to me why the two of you were associating with the mole in the Anderson organization."

The expression on Mark and Paul's face fall, and they exchange a look before turning back to Tom, Paul being the first one to speak up. "They said they'd pay us. We reached out to the mole, and they want you dead. Our job was to lure you to the building. We figured you'd have enough balls to go there yourself instead of sending your minions." There was no reason to lie. They got caught. There was no way they would leave alive.

"But you know, boss, there are some things we're even more interested in now," Mark speaks, "Why didn't you go?" Mark asks suspiciously, "You haven't been leaving lately. And why so obsessive over you're house?" Mark leans up, trying to be intimidating, "What else is behind that door, Tom?"

Tom stares at them unamused, his eyes flickering to Harrison, who stands in the corner of the room next to two of his assistants. A smirk grows on Tom's face, "My whereabouts, my office, what's behind lock doors is in no concern to you." As Tom finishes his sentence, the phone on his desk rings, and usually, he would answer during something like this, but when he glances at the name, having to do a double-take when he sees it labeled as "Home."

Tom had phones (landlines) throughout your part of the house that went directly to his office phone and his office phone only. You couldn't have his office number on your phone, and he couldn't be taking phone calls on his phone during the day. So if you needed to reach him for any reason, you could use one of the phones to contact his office, but that usually meant it was something important.

Nonchalantly he picked up the phone, pressing it to his ear. "Hello?" He uses his usual work tone, not wanting Mark and Paul to suspect anything and knowing you understood why he'd speak differently over the phone. The other end of the line is quiet, and it gives him an uneasy feeling in his gut. Before he can say anything else, he hears your voice. Your weak voice calls out his name quietly. He keeps his expressionless face, waiting for you to say something else.

When you don't, when the line stays quiet, he swallows hard, hanging up the phone and standing from his desk, walking to the door and gripping the handle to turn and open it, trying to keep his composure. "Kill them," he says simply to the two men next to Harrison, then turning his gaze to Harrison and nodding to follow him. Mike and Paul stood from their chairs, wanting to protest, but not in time. Tom and Harrison were already out of the room and many feet down the hall.

Tom and Harrison strolled past the many guards standing in the hallways. Harrison didn't know what was going on. He could tell by Tom's behavior that it was important enough for him to leave what they were in the middle of, plus when he noticed Tom's headed toward the door that separated his office and your part of the house, Harrison knew something was wrong.

When they got to the door, the only part of the office with no guards around it, he opened it right away, pushing it and rushing through the home. "Y/n!" he shouted through the house as Harrison closed the door behind him. Tom moves through the home, waiting for a reply but earning none. Each room he passes, he looks at the phones to see if he can see which had gotten picked up, knowing you hadn't hung up, meaning it wouldn't be on the hook.

When he reached your shared bedroom, he saw the bathroom light on, quickly moving inside the room and opening the bathroom door. Tom felt like his whole soul, all the blood in his body, everything, completely drained from him he saw you laid on the ground. He could tell you fell when you tried to get out of the tub, hitting your head on the counter.

Tom ran to you, kneeling down, stopping himself from grabbing you when he saw the small puddle of blood under your head. His hands ghosted over your body, his eyes wide and chest rising and falling fast as he tried to stay calm. "Haz call Mya," Tom said frantically. Mya was the medic Tom hired to see you, and she was the only one outside of his family and Haz who knew about you. He trusts her and pays her a lot.

Tom gently takes your face in his hands, looking for any sign of you being awake. "Love? Love, open your eyes. Can you do that for me?" Tom asks softly, putting his hand to your forehead and stroking it a few times. For a moment, he brings his attention to your stomach, examining it, making sure there wasn't a wound or damage from the fall. You're nine months pregnant, due any day now, and Tom was doing his best not to think about that part, or else he would've gone insane.

He slowly took your head in his hands and turned your head, looking to see if you were still bleeding. He couldn't tell, so he slowly picked up your head, placing it in his lap as he waited, hoping Maya would get there soon. Tom takes a nearby towel, putting it over your naked body, wanting you to be warm and hopefully drying you off a little.

"You should get her off the floor," Harrison says from the door. Tom nods, slowly taking you in his arms, not caring that he's basically sitting in your blood, ruining his suit. As he moves you, you start to stir, feeling the familiar feeling of being in your husband's arms.

"Tom," you say weakly.

"Hi," he says softly, smiling, "Gonna try to stand, ok love?" Tom uses his strength to pick you up and help you stand.

If it's any other time, Tom wouldn't have made you walk, he would've picked you up himself and carried you, but since you had the extra weight of being pregnant, he knew he couldn't. He helps you stand, taking as much of your weight as he can as you lean on him. Tom wraps his arm around your shoulder and holds the blanket around you. "Walk slow, love. I got you. I called Mya already. She should be here any moment," Tom says as you shuffle slowly out of the bathroom.

"Tom," you say, whimper, "Feel weird." Tom stopped when he felt you moving. You moved your hand, resting it on your stomach, which felt weird and not a good weird.

"Ok. Ok, don't worry, you need some rest. We'll sit down for a moment while we wait for Mya, ok?" Tom keeps walking with you, getting you out the door. He would've left you lay in bed, but it was too high up, and he knew you probably couldn't make it, so we led you out of the bedroom to the couch.

He sat you down, squatting in front of you and checking your head. "Lay down. I'm going to get another towel," Tom says, helping you stretch out on the couch and lay your head comfortably on the pillow. Tom stands, turning around to Harrison to walk toward the kitchen, but pauses in his tracks, his eyes widening. Harrison looks confused at why he's looking at him like that, but he continues to walk closer to him, getting out of your earshot.

He stops in front of Harrison, leaning to his ear and speaking quietly. "Why is the door open?" Tom's eyes trained on the open door that separates his office and his home, starring directly down the dark hallway where anyone could walk in. Harrison's eyes widen, and he turns around, cursing when he sees the open door. He turns back to Tom, and they exchange eye contact and have a silent discussion and agreement. Harrison turned and left out of the room, closing the door behind him and rushing down the hallway while Tom went back to caring for you, but now on extra high alert.

Tom knew Harrison had closed the door. He heard the click as they walked through, so he wasn't blaming him. Therefore that would've meant someone else opened it, and someone else was potentially walking through the house right now. But Tom needed to keep his composure, keeping you calm, and everything would stay under control.

Tom walked to get you a towel and the first aid kit. He sat next to you, bringing the towel to dap at the blood patch on your forehead. You hiss and pull away slightly, not getting very far because of the state you're in and because the couch wasn't wide enough. When Tom finishes whipping away some of the blood, he props the towel under your head, letting it catch any other blood that comes out. He kneels next to your head and places a gentle hand on your forehead, rubbing it softly as you close your eyes, wanting to get a second of rest. Everything in Tom's body says not to let you close your eyes, but he goes against it, putting his index and middle finger on your wrist and holding it, making sure he can feel your pulse while your eyes are closed.

It wasn't long before Harrison rushed back into the room, making Tom's head snap in his direction. Harrison nodded his head in a way that told Tom he needed to get up, that whatever Harrison had to say, he didn't want you to hear. Tom put your wrist down, standing up and walking to Harrison, leaning in to hear whatever he says. "Mike and Paul got away. There are no guards in the hallway. You and Y/n need to get out of here. It's not safe."

Tom doesn't respond, only turning and walking back to you. "Y/n," he touches your cheek, trying to wake you, "Y/n, we have to go. Something happened. We have to go." You weakly open your eyes, letting out a whine, not wanting to get up. "I know, love, I know, but it's not safe here." Tom pulls you up, helping you stand and clutching the towel from the bathroom around your still naked body.

"Wha- what happened?" you ask weakly.

"I'll explain later, love, come on," Tom says, walking you toward the door that led to the outside.

When you get to the door, Haz goes to turn the handle and open it, but he can't. He uses more strength, trying to force it open, and still nothing. Haz turns around, wanting to keep his composure, but a growing panicked look in his eyes.

"It's being blocked from the outside." Tom sucks in a breath, nodding slowly.

"Ok. We can go through the other door," Tom says, his voice unsettlingly calm.

"Are you sure?" Harrison asks, giving Tom a worried look.

"Yeah. Yeah, you said the guards are gone. It should be fine." Tom turns and helps you shuffle toward the door separating his office areas and your home. When you reach the bedroom door, he pauses and tells Harrison to wait with you. He comes back seconds later with one of the shirts that were too big on him, knowing it'd fit across your swollen stomach.

He removes the towel from your shoulders, Harrison awkwardly looking away, and Tom puts you in the shirt, buttoning it up and then moving to keep walking. Tom has one of his arms around your waist, and he nods his head for Haz to step closer and help you also, wanting to move a little quicker and get out of as fast as possible. Harrison wraps his arms around your shoulders, taking more of your weight as you move to the door.

They move as quickly as possible, moving you toward the door and into the office area. Tom made it clear you could never go through the door if he wasn't with you, and even now, this was your very first time seeing the section of the house. They open the door, showing a dark hallway. You walk through, taking in as much of the scenery as you can, knowing you'll probably never see it all again.

As you walk, you feel another weird pain, stopping in your tracks and biting your lip. "Tommy," you whimper, slightly hunching over.

"Love? What? What is it?" he turns to you, looking over your face for a sigh. You open your mouth, nothing comes out, but then you feel it, and they see it. Your water broke, making a puddle around your feet.

Tom's eyes widen as he looks down. "For god's sake," he sighs. You lean over, holding on to Tom as your knees threaten to give out.

"Mate, we have to go back," Harrison says. "We won't make it out fighting, especially not like this. She's having this baby here, and now, we have to go back."

Tom sighs in frustration and closes his eyes for a second before nodding and adjusting his grip enough to turn you around so you three can walk back toward the bedroom. It's less you walking and more them basically dragging you. Your legs are jelly, and you're in intense pain.

Fortunately, you make it back to the bedroom without any additional problems. Tom and Harrison lay you on the couch, and Harrison runs to get towels from the bathroom.

Tom stands and takes the towels from Harrison. "Do you know what you're doing?" Harrison asks quietly.

"Not a clue. But how hard can it be, right?" Tom half shrugs, trying to hide his nervousness and fear. Tom goes to you, kneeling next to the couch and putting his hand on your forehead. "Love, I know it's not ideal, but you'll have to have the baby here," Tom says softly.

"No," you whine, "Tom, what if- what if-"

"I know, I know, but we don't have a choice, ok?"

Does Tom know what he's doing? No. Will he try to wing it with the minimal knowledge he got about birth and deliver the baby anyway? Absolutely. Tom's no idiot. He knows the basics. He's lived life. But knowing about it and actually doing it are very different. However, he has no other choice. He isn't going to let you suffer, and he can't exactly get you out of the mansion at the moment. He has to step up.

Tom goes to your feet, spreading your legs and putting them up so he can get a clear view. He immediately goes pale. Birth is a beautiful thing, but this's the most disgusting thing he'd ever seen in his life, and he'd seen a lot.

"O-ok, love, um, you need to push, alright?" Tom tries to sound confident and not gag as he gets into position between your legs, a towel in his hands ready to catch the baby. Harrison walks up behind Tom, ready with more towels.

Harrison takes one look and immediately walks up to where your head is, offering to just hold your hand. You accept and start pushing, screaming from the pain that you’ve never felt before. “Ok, ok keep going, love I see the head,” Tom says, glancing up at you for a moment. He moves his towel-covered hands around, trying to find the right place to keep them.

You keep pushing, tears running down your face as you hold on to Harrison’s hand hard enough to break it. Tom sees your little girl coming, her head fully out, plus her shoulders and almost her full torso. Tom holds her head and gently pulls as you push, doing one last big push and her coming all the way out in his hands, filling the room with cries.

“You did it! Hey, you did it!” Tom smiles and wraps the towel around the baby, bringing her up to you, setting her on your chest. You remove your hand from Harrison’s, wrapping your arms around her and watching her, tears continuing to fall, but from happiness. “So proud of you,” Tom whispers and kisses your head.

Tom starts to pull away, and you look up at him with wide eyes, suddenly feeling clingy. “W-where are you going?” you ask.

“Not going anywhere, Darling. I’m right here. I’m only going to clean up a bit, but I won’t leave the room,” he assured you.

You nod and watch as he goes back to your feet, looking between your legs again, relieved when he sees that it’s not too much bleeding and you don’t need stitches.

Tom isn’t 100% sure of how much he should try to clean and what he should let go back on its own, not wanting to do something wrong and harm you. He ends up cleaning around your legs as much as he can and then getting a clean towel to wrap around your waist.

After you get a few minutes with your girl, Tom says he’ll help you move to the bed so it’s more comfortable. You hold your baby close to your chest as Tom helps you up and carries you to the bed. He has you sit up for a moment so he can remove the shirt you have on, giving you a new and clean one.

He settles you in the bed, your baby still in your arms as you get let down, laying on your side being the most comfortable position right now. You lay your girl next to you, she’s wrapped in a towel and not crying anymore, her tired eyes looking at her minimal surroundings.

Tom slides in behind you, having removed his own dirty clothes, not wanting to get it all in the bed. He wraps his arm around you and you both look at your little girl, love in your eyes. Harrison travels back and forth from the bathroom to the bedroom, cleaning up the couch and letting you guys have your time.

It’s quiet and peaceful. You and Tom act without a care in the world, happy you’re ok, happy your baby is ok, knowing, hoping, nothing will ruin the moment. At this time, you don’t think about why you’re here, about the fact there are people looking for Tom right now, two individuals wandering his mansion looking for his secrets. But there you both are, in bed with your newborn, as if you don’t have a care in the world.

»»——⍟——««A/n: yeahhh a lot happened here. This took really long for me to finish and I still didn’t technically do it how I want, butttt if you guys really liked it and stuff I’ll do a part 2

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