#That's like putting a giant spider on the screen for halloween like-- don't

[hyaciiintho]

🌸｡*ﾟ+. Jesus, that scared the shit out of me-- I'm glad I'm at least basically familiar with One Piece, or I'd be freaking out like why is there a clown on the side of my screen ??

To anyone who has a fear of clowns, please stay off of desktop !! It's a marketing move for the Netflix One Piece thing, but it doesn't look like it's on mobile (I don't think it is...?).

Stay safe, friends ;; ;;

[silkscream]

could you do tom holland x fem!actress!reader

On Jimmy Kimmel interview, Tom was in backstage, Jimmy called him out. He take a seat. So Jimmy talked about Spider-Man No Way Home trailer (no more spoiler) also Jimmy would like another special guest was y/n. He was so surprise until he hugged her. They talked about each other

honestly, i don't have a lot of inspo for tom/this isn't usually something i'd write but i still wanted to do it just for u, anon 💌 yes, i got carried away. yes, this basically wrote itself.

pairing: tom holland x fem!actress!reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol, some suggestiveness maybe?

wc: 1.7k

a/n: one thing i realized while writing this is that i could never be famous or go on a talk show unless my PR team was okay with me acting exactly how aubrey plaza does in any setting.

“Our guest tonight is starring in one of the most highly anticipated movies this year, has taken America by the storm… or his webs rather, the man behind your favorite friendly-neighborhood Spiderman… please welcome Tom Holland!”

The crowd erupts into applause as Tom takes the stage, smiling with his pearly whites flashing the audience. He looks damn good in that suit, you think. He took your advice and wore a silk floral underneath, much to his begrudging that you were just trying to make him look more like Harry Styles.

“Hey Jimmy! It’s good to see you again.”

“Ah, always a pleasure, Tom,” Jimmy grins.

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After a bit of banter and showing clips from the the No Way Home trailer, your attention has piqued to the television when your name comes up. Sipping your glass of lemon water in the green room, your eyes twinkle at the blush that creeps onto Tom’s face.

“Anyone in Hollywood you’d like to work with? Perhaps a fellow celebrity crush?” Jimmy asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Uh, probably Y/N Y/L/N,” Tom replies almost too quickly, nonchalantly sipping his water afterwards so he can block out the blush on his cheeks. It doesn’t make much of a difference — Kimmel’s caught him in his trap. “I mean, I worked with her because she had a smaller part in Cherry but we actually became pretty close.”

“Oh for sure, she’s absolutely beautiful. Zendaya’s MJ may have a run for her money if Y/N ever enters the MCU.”

“Hmm, I feel like you’re trying to get some information out of me, Jimmy.”

“Some rumors have been spreading around that the MCU may feature a female Spiderman… do you have any idea about that?”

“Well, Jimmy, if I did, I’m sure there’s somewhere in my contract that I get shot on-sight if I say anything,” Tom giggles. The crowd echoes his laughter.

“Well, Twitter definitely has some theories floating around.” Jimmy clicks the remote and the giant screen behind them fills with Twitter screenshots.

@hollandsgrl: i loveeee MJ but ill smack a b*tch to get the role of jessica drew any day to be close to tom

@tomspider23: did you guys see that leaked promo???? either peter parker’s grown some boobs or spider-woman is entering the multiverse.

@kingdomholland: OMG TOM AND Y/N ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER

Below the tweet is an image of the two of you both in in your Spider-suits with friends, seemingly for a planned Halloween party. The room is filled with “oooooohh’s” as Tom covers his face.

“Well, well, well, maybe this has confirmed it?”

“Oh my god, she decided to be cheeky and dress as Spiderman for the Halloween party. Kind of looks better on her, though, doesn’t it?” The look on Tom’s face is pure adoration. “It’s really funny actually, y/n and I were texting and she was like, kind of refusing to come because she didn’t have a costume. And I was like no, no, just put on some cat ears or something it doesn’t matter! And then I get to my own house because I’d had dinner with an agent that ran late and there she is in my kitchen dressed as me. It was just like that meme of the Spiderman pointing fingers.”

“Sounds like hell of a couples’ costume, then, right?” Jimmy teases. More laughter ensues and a bashful Tom hides behind his hands. A crew member enters the green room and gestures to you — you’re bound to get on stage within the next five minutes. Smoothing your dress, you glance in the mirror one last time to make sure your red lipstick is intact.

You walk onto the stage carefully and smile softly to the audience, putting a finger to your mouth to shush them. Despite this, some gasps come out, and Tom’s face becomes bewildered. “Sheesh, you guys are really all planning my wedding, aren’t you?”

“Can’t blame ‘em with all these paparazzi photos.” Jimmy clicks his remote again to show pictures of the two of you out and about in London. In one blurry picture that was posted on Jacob’s Instagram, you’re flashing a smile at the camera posing in front of Tom, who’s attempting to take back the attention with a hand on your waist.

“Please, Y/N is always trying to steal my thunder.”

“This is true,” you say bluntly into Tom’s ear, to which he yells immediately and puts up his fist. Everyone in the room is laughing and clapping with some “awww’s” as Tom clutches his chest in relief when he sees you, immediately ushering you onto the couch with a bear hug.

“Can’t even have my own interview. The star of the show is really here. Ladies and gentlemen, Y/N L/N!” Tom exclaims, clapping and grinning as you twirl around to show off your knee-length golden dress. You look like a mixture of Zoe Kravitz and Taylor Swift VMA-core. He can’t take his eyes off you and pretends how to be casual completely, considering his arm is already resting on your shoulders. “Jesus, I thought you were still in London.”

“I had to surprise my favorite human spider,” you beam, squeezing his knee.

“Oh, man, are you guys gonna have souvenirs at your wedding? Save me a seat,” Jimmy chuckles.

“Behave, Jimmy,” you challenged. “You know what happened last time you said something like that about my one of my alleged lovers. We don’t wanna curse poor Tommy here.”

Jimmy’s eyes widen as he laughs along with the audience. You’re indirectly referring to your last boyfriend, a B-list actor that co-starred with you on a cancelled television show, who’s been up to his neck in scandals recently. Luckily, the press was focused on you and Tom and the romance that was blossoming between the two of you, though you still played coy when the two of you would be in public like this.

“So, Y/N, will we be seeing you in No Way Home or perhaps a future MCU movie?” Jimmy asks.

“Hard to say. Not sure if I could work with Tom on a big deal like that. Kid���s a piece of work, begging the crew members for juice box after juice box.”

Tom groans, putting his head in his hands. “Oh, god, Anthony started a smear campaign against me!”

“But given the chance, I’d definitely love to be Cindy Moon one day. Silk is just an awesome character. Or even Spider-Gwen. I used to pretend I was the one cuddling up to Andrew Garfield back in the day. He’s just so… dreamy.”

“Better be careful, Holland. You’ve got competition,” Jimmy retorts.

“Oh, please, I’ve already thrown a few punches to him on-screen,” Tom defends. You and Jimmy look at each other, raising your eyebrows before bursting into laughter.

“You’re getting in so much trouble.”

“What, was that a spoiler? Oh, c’mon, the entire internet and their mother must know!”

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“This is still a PG-13 rated show, so these concoctions aren’t… too alcoholic,” Jimmy explains, setting down small glasses filled with colorful liquor mixed with God knows what.

“Aw,” you pout, to which Tom playfully smacks your shoulder.

“Okay, kids, classic Truth or Dare, but with a twist! You either answer the question if you get a question, do the dare if you get a dare. If you can’t do either, you’ve gotta drink!”

“Seems relatively easy. I’m a daredevil and an open book,” Tom nods, smiling. His accent is honey-sweet. It’s been weeks since you’ve seen him in person. Maybe you were already intoxicated.

“Daredevil, huh? This one couldn’t even make it through Hereditary,” you tease. The crowd laughs.

“Okay, Y/L/N, you’re on!”

“Tom, you’re up first.”

Tom takes a card from the stack and reads it aloud. “Truth: What was the last thing you Googled?”

“Oh, jesus,” he sighs, taking out his phone. “Get your mind out of the gutter, everyone!”

You peer over his shoulder. “Wooooow. He really typed in ‘Y/N Y/L/N bikini pics.”

“Not true!” Tom flashes his iPhone to the audience. The camera zooms in, showing the television a menu for Nando’s. “Sorry mates, not that exciting. Your turn, Y/N.”

You take a card and grin when you read it in your head. “Dare: Pants the player of your choice.”

Without a warning, you unbutton Tom’s slacks and push them to his knees. Your attack left him surprised and a bit dizzy because he nearly falls over himself trying to get you to not succeed, but now his milky thighs are on display for the whole world and everyone in the room is hollering. His face is red, although he can’t stop laughing. He rubs his hand with his face. “She really thinks this is the Olympics.”

After a few rounds, the both of you are significantly tipsier after some raunchy questions and requests to eat some very weird food (you’re not a total pussy, you did try the pig’s feet and it wasn’t half bad). Tom’s pants are still around his ankles. It’s easy to notice how much he keeps staring at you, watching your mouth move or looking your way for approval when he answers a truth or does a dare.

It’s the final round and you take your card. “Dare: smooch the person immediately to your left.”

Jimmy knew exactly what he was doing with your standing positions, and hell, maybe your publicists told you and Tom to wait it out, but you love the attention. Your head’s spinning and there’s nothing more you want than to feed your body those endorphins. Tom raises his eyebrows when he hears the prompt and hands you a glass. You take it, raising it to your mouth as he pouts in exaggeration. In the last minute you put it down and kiss him square on the mouth — not too passionately, that was for later — and the audience is cheering like the two of you had just won the Superbowl. They may as well have given you a standing ovation. You pull away to see Tom’s shiny teeth set in what could be a permanent smile, sheepishly looking away as he pulls his pants back up.

“There you have it, folks, Tom Holland and Y/N and Y/L/N!” Jimmy marveled. “Keep a look out for Spiderman: No Way Home, out December 17th!”