#Tom holland x co-worker reader

[marvelwitchergilmore]

A Moment Of Everything

Summary: Peter Parker x Fe!Reader -> You and Peter have never gotten along, but can two nights in Florence change things for good?

Disclaimer: Swearing, fluff, angst. Mentions of blood and wounds. I was watching The Proposal last night and got inspired. Enemies to Lovers. See this for whichever Spider-Man you wish. HAPPY NEW YEAR!

You knew things had to change eventually. 

Yourself and Peter couldn’t go your whole lives hating one another. 

You just didn’t expect it to change quite so much. 

It had all started one night when you were on a mission with each other. 

Two days in Florence, Italy. You were both sent to monitor a suspect. And, like usual, Peter was off with you. He didn’t seem too happy about having to share a bed at the hotel. And, even though he didn’t particularly like talking to you, he would still do it. Only, that night, he didn’t. 

When he didn’t have to talk to you, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t even look at you. 

So, the night before you were expected to fly back home, you called him out on it. 

He didn’t listen to you. He simply walked away from you. He followed the guy and you had to go with his plan. Whatever his plan was, you had to guess. 

Only, the suspect got away. 

“We’ll find him again.”

Peter just grunted. 

“Peter.”

Nothing. 

“Peter!”

Again, nothing.

“Jesus Fucking Christ! Peter!” He finally slowed down and looked at you. “What the hell is your fucking problem?! I get you don’t like me, but we’re meant to be together in this!”

“We are together in this.”

You couldn’t help but scoff. “Bull-shit. You have done nothing but ignore me this entire trip. If you have a problem with me, you can just say it. Where are you going now? Or am I not allowed to know that either.”

“Back to the hotel. Not like you’d tell me.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

You tried running to catch up with him. 

“Nothing.”

“No, go ahead. Tell me.”

Soon enough you both made it back to the hotel and inside the room before the conversation continued. 

“Tell me, Peter. I can take it.”

“No, you can’t.”

“You don’t know me-”

“You’re right! I don’t!” Peter turned around and looked at you, forcing you to stop in your tracks. 

“I don’t know you! I don’t know anything about you! Because you don’t share anything.”

“Well, excuse me for wanting to keep my life a little private.”

“A little?!” Peter raised his eyebrows and scoffed. “A little private is not telling your co-workers where you're going when you say you’re going on holiday. A little private is not showing them a thousand pictures of your new puppy. Your life is anything but a little private.”

Clearly, he had more to say so you waited. And you didn’t have to wait long. 

Sighing, Peter rubbed his forehead for a moment before looking back at you. 

“I have known you for almost ten years and you have told me less than three things about yourself. And yet, an hour before we leave to come here, Hank from the Biology lab does…what? Flirts with you for five minutes, tells you his coffee order and you’re practically marrying the guy!”

“Peter, that’s none- Is this what has been bothering you since we left? This?! Just because I decided to talk to a guy and tell him about my day…why does it bother you so much that I don’t talk about myself?”

“Because I am meant to be your teammate. You have known me for almost ten years and never once have I hid anything from you. We are meant to trust one another. It doesn’t matter if you don’t like me or if I didn’t like you, what matters is that you trust me, and that I trust you. This partnership is meant to go both ways.”

You didn’t know what to say. You just kept looking at Peter. It looked like the world had been lifted off his shoulders whilst he also started beating himself up over what he just said. His chest was heaving and for a moment, you thought he was gonna walk towards you but instead, he took a step back. 

“I’m going for a shower.”

When the door closed behind him, it took you a moment to gather yourself. 

You couldn’t deny that he had a point. Maybe you hadn’t told him as much as you could have done, especially for being teammates for almost a full decade. But it wasn’t like he didn’t have his faults in it, too. 

Maybe instead of ignoring you and only talking to you when he needed to, you might have warmed to him more rather than seen him as a stand-offish person who you would trust to save your life, but wouldn’t trust to put it on the edge first. 

After twenty minutes, Peter emerged from the bathroom, freshly washed, clothed and ready for bed. He put away his dirty clothes and put his wash bag back in his bag before climbing under the covers that lay at the bottom of the bed. 

He hadn’t said anything when you both arrived at the hotel late at night. Just took some sheets out of the cupboard and put them on the floor. When you entered the room, you said he was being ridiculous.

He just said the bed was too soft for him and that he wouldn’t sleep. 

After an hour of back and forth over you telling him just to get into the bed, since it was big enough for a family of five, never mind two, he still decided to stay on the floor. 

As you lay in bed, listening to the distant noises of the city, you tossed and turned before settling on your back. But you still couldn’t sleep. 

Then you heard Peter. 

He was tossing and turning, too. 

Eventually, you heard him sigh in annoyance of sleep not taking over him. 

So, wrestling with your own mind, you spoke up. 

“I like Greek Mythology.”

A few seconds passed and then; “What?”

You faltered for a moment before speaking up again. 

“I-I like Greek Mythology. I always have.” you said before explaining, taking your time. “When I was five, my grandmother gave me some of her old books. In the pile was a kids illustrated version of Greek Gods and Goddesses. I was obsessed. And I mean, obsessed.” 

You laughed a little as you explained your obsession with Greek Mythology to him. Meanwhile, from the floor and out of sight from you, he smiled. He couldn’t even think of when he’d heard a smile in your voice. Never mind a laugh. 

It was once of the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard. 

“For three halloween’s in a row, I went as a different Goddess.”

You fell silent for a moment in the memory before you started to speak again. 

“I hate coffee. I try it once every year and it’s always the same. Absolutely disgusting.” you chuckled a little. “I spent every summer away from home at Camp where I ran a book club. I watch Rom-Coms when I’m sad because they make me feel better. My favourite flowers are blue tulips. I don’t watch thrillers because they remind me too much of work. And, I haven’t told anyone this much…ever.”

Only as you finished did you realise how much you had told him. And you felt a pang of anxiety in the pit of your stomach as Peter remained silent. 

“Are you still there?”

Peter swallowed thickly and nodded his head, despite the fact you couldn’t see him. “Y-yeah. I’m here. Just…processing.”

“Okay.”

That conversation had been just over eight months before you got a knock at your apartment window one evening. 

You had taken a couple weeks off work since you hadn’t taken any vacation days…ever. Barton had practically banned you from the building for two weeks. 

The rain had been pouring over the city and, with all your work finished, you had rushed out and got some supplies before sitting in front of your TV, watching one of the many rom-coms your DVD collection provided before pulling a few books from your shelves and reading through them. 

At some point, you had fallen asleep, still fully dressed, under your blankets, listening to the quiet silence of your apartment as the rain hit the windows outside. 

Only, rather than continuing to sleep throughout the night, you heard a continuous tapping. 

So, leaning up with tired eyes, you looked around. The loose braid you had stuck your hair in had fallen out, your bobble being lost between the cushions somewhere.

The apartment was shrouded in darkness, save for the street lights outside still lighting small sections of your apartment.

Along came more tapping until finally you turned towards the sash window that lay by the fire escape. 

You furrowed your eyebrows as you saw him through tired eyes. 

Making your way over, you pushed the window open and Peter made his way inside. 

“Sorry for waking you.”

You just grumbled and closed the window to stop the rain from flying in, though it didn’t stop the small puddle made by Peter who was practically soaked to the bone from the rain. 

“Ah, so this is who I lost you to.” Peter said with a slight smirk as he spotted one of your Mythology books. 

“Barton said I was banished from HQ until my vacation days were finished. What are you doing here at this time of night? What even is the time?”

“I didn’t know where to go, and you’re the only one who I trust to do the job well.”

“What job?”

Finally looking at Peter, you saw it. 

His body, and his clothes, were splattered with blood. You couldn’t tell how much of it was his and how much of it could be somebody else's. 

“You didn’t kill anyone did you?”

“No.” Peter answered. “They’re alright, just at the police station getting booked.”

You sighed as you took in even more of his wounds. “Alright. Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes. Give me your jacket.”

Peter removed it and you took it from him, including his grey hoodie. 

“Bathroom?”

“Down the hall and to the right.”

Peter nodded and walked down whilst you headed into the kitchen and shoved his jackets into the washing machine and pressed start. Then, from the top cupboard, you pulled down your first-aid kit that contained everything from princess plasters, from when you had been looking after your neighbour's kid for two days, to a stitching kit.

Twenty minutes later, you had a basin full of warm, blood stained water, a once-clean face cloth covered in stains of blood and a grown Avenger sat on the edge of your bathtub, wincing every now and again and you cleaned him up. 

“Remind me again why you came to me?”

You turned Peter’s head to face over your right shoulder as you cleaned a graze and cut just above his eyebrow. 

“Because I trust you. And I didn’t feel like getting another lecture from Laura.”

“Ah,” you nodded and Peter laughed a little. 

Then he hissed. 

“Sorry, I'm almost finished with this one.”

“It’s okay.” Peter flicked his gaze to you a couple of times. “T-thank you for doing this.”

“What else would I have done? Kicked you back out of the window?”

“You could have done it. I did wake you up. Clearly I didn't learn my lesson from the first time.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, I guess I did nearly beat you up.”

What Peter meant was just over two months ago. You had both become friends of sorts. But, you had fallen asleep at your lab desk one night and Peter came in to wake you up and you nearly cursed him out so much that you even had him convinced he was an intruder trying to break into your home. 

“But, if you hadn’t come to me, I probably would have cursed you out when I found out, anyway.”

“Found out?”

“You can’t hide anything from me, Peter. I know everything,” you joked. 

“But do you?”

Peter’s question slipped from his tongue before he could stop himself, but you didn’t know what to do. So, your eyes turned from his and you tried your best to remain calm until you saw a large spot of blood coming through his black t-shirt. 

You tried your best to get to the wound that was beneath it without him removing his shirt, but you both knew it was no use. 

So, awkwardly asking him, he stood and you looked to him only to find him looking back. 

Slowly, he removed his shirt, trying his best not to stain the rest of his body from the blood you had just cleaned away and for a moment, you were met with his body in front of you. 

Most of the blood was coming from that one wound but the top of his arms now showed a little bruising, as well as his torso, though it was more healed than you thought it would have been. 

Finding yourself staring for a little too long, you forced your gaze back to his face where he’d removed the shirt from over his head and lowered himself back down onto the edge of the tub, opening up his legs for you to stand between them once more. 

Though, it was in that moment that you realised how close you had been standing to him this entire time. 

“Th-This might sting a little.”

Peter nodded and you watched as he clenched his jaw and tried to suppress the grunt that tried to escape from him as you cleaned out the wound. 

“You might need some stitches.” you mentioned. “I can do them here, though they might not be Laura standard.”

“I think I’ll survive.”

You nodded and tried your best to ignore the fact that Peter was looking at you as you looked for your stitching kit and began working. 

In your peripheral vision, you could see some of his bruises already starting to heal, though some might take more than a couple hours.

Even with his adapted DNA. 

“If you want, you can stay here for the night. I have a spare set of pyjamas if you need them.”

“You sure they’ll be my size?”

You laughed a little. “My, uh, my neighbour gave them to me. She bought a set for her husband but when they came they were too big for him. She told me to keep them in case I ever had someone…stay the night. They might be too big for you, too but they have a drawstring so…”

“Okay.”

You looked at him for a split second and then looked back to his wound with a small nod. 

Soon enough you finished and stepped back to grab the face cloth before dipping it into a fresh basin of warm water to clean off the rest of his wounds that would heal soon enough. 

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

As you looked at Peter when he stood, there was a moment of…everything. 

Neither of you were moving, yet his eyes and your own spoke a thousand unspoken words between their gazes. 

Without thinking, Peter lifted his hand to meet your own, allowing you to place the cloth down before he pulled you a little closer. 

Your name left his lips in a small whisper, a plea, a wish of permission.

You felt yourself stand a little taller as his other hand came to your face, brushing the loose hair from your face, behind your ear. 

His eyes continued to flick from your eyes to your lips, as yours did the same with him. 

There was time for you to stop. For you to say no. And if you did, he would have stepped away and, most likely, would have apologised and left. 

But you didn’t want that. 

Each tantalising moment that passed, you wished for time to hurry up. For his lips to finally meet yours. 

And once they did, there was no turning back. 

At first it was soft, until you both became hungry for more. 

Leaning in, your hands came to his neck to pull him closer to you. 

Eventually, the kiss broke apart for a moment, your heads resting together, your eyes partly closed. 

“Was that-”

“Just shut up and kiss me again.”

Peter chuckled a little before feeling your lips connect to his, allowing his hands to pull your body flush against his.

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Celebs - Masterlist

Tom Hiddleston:

Series:

🌺 Take the Stage: While once again sneaking out of the Palace, you meet an actor...let’s just say there is something between you two. (Royal! Reader)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 | Part 28 | Part 29 | Part 30 | Part 31

Romeo to my Juliet: You are a student and a teacher at a college in Lodon, which is the same place a very handsome acting professor is employed. Discontinued for now.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

🌺 New Beginning:

(Part 1) | Part 2 | Part 3

Headcanons:

HC - Tom Hiddleston x clumsy!Reader

HC - Tom helps Reader deal with anxiety and stress

HC - Tom loves Reader’s boobs

Oneshots:

Forgotten Fears - The Reader had some bad experiences with her ex-boyfriend when he was drunk and is still traumatised by that. What happens when Tom forgets about that fear of hers?

Kinky Surprise - pure smut

Application - When you loose a bet, you are forced to send an application for Loki’s love interest. Who would have thought that they actually want to meet you?

Jealousy - Tom is insecure because of your age gap. What will happen when he sees you with one of your co-workers who is about your age?

Hidden - As an artist, you find a way to tell Tom that you’re pregnant

Bun in the oven - Pregnany reveal and a proposal. What could go wrong?

Drunken Start - After a night out with his buddies, Tom calls you, neither rembering you, nor how he got your number

Trick or Treat - Halloween Special

Best boyfriend in the world - You have trouble sleeping, so Tom decides to help you out

Dance with me - Reader and Tom slow-dance in Paris

Diary - Tom finds your diary while you’re moving and reads it

Drabbles:

Christmas Surprise - Christmas Drabble

Let it snow! - Christmas Drabble

Drabble #75

Drabble #3

Imagines:

Imagine while on vacation with your BFF you catch Tom Hiddleston during a photoshoot. Your BFF makes sure he remembers you.

Imagine tagging Tom Hiddleston in a meme and actually getting a reaction.

Benedict Cumberbatch:

Drabbles:

Drabble #69

Sebastian Stan:

Drabbles:

Drabble #46

Shawn Mendes:

Series:

🌺 Better that way: When Shawn’s girlfriend finds out that she is pregnant, she decides that she can’t burden the superstar with a child. She makes decisions which may seem stupid, but she knows that it’s Better that way.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

🌺 Surprise: Walking a Victorias Secret show was an honour already, but being able to see your boyfriend while doing so? Pure bliss. Especially when he has a little surprise for you.

Part 1 | Part 2

🌺 Fan Mail: Writing to Shawn every so often paid off when he asked you to come to one of his shows.

Part 1 | Part 2

Oneshots:

When you’re ready - Inspired by his song

Guard my heart - You are a part of the security at one of Shawn’s shows and he notices you

Nervous - Inspired by his song

One more chance - Filming an explanation video why Shawn and you broke up, leads to some interesting realisations

In my Blood - Inspired by his song (Triggers)

Late Late Show - You are present during your boyfriend’s appearance on the Late Late Show with James Cordan. Let’s just say it was disgusting.

Sad song - Shawn finds out you can sing during a very sad occasion

Tom Holland:

Migraine - rl!friend has a Migraine and Tom wants and tries to comfort her

Back to the Master-Masterlist

[jahayla-parker]

Uncharted Territory : Tom Holland x Reader

Description: 9.1k wc, Reader finds herself working on the set of one of Tom’s movies in an attempt to escape her stalker. Only, it seems she can’t outrun her troubles even in another country. This means y/n and Tom find themselves in uncharted territory as they try to navigate their way through the ordeal. Dark, stalker, hurt comfort, protective, injury comfort, angst to fluff. Happy ending.

Warnings: dark theme(s), violence, curse words, guns and gunshots, wounds/injuries, blood/bleeding, stalkers, stalker behavior, break-ins, and related.

This was a Ko-fi request by the lovely @theslayerofthevampires Thank you again for the support 💜

“You coming?” Tom asked as he approached y/n. He and a few others from the cast and crew were going out for drinks. He’d worked with y/n by now, but hadn’t spent much time with her outside of work.

Y/n gave Tom an appreciate smile but shook her head. “No, but thank you,” she replied politely.

“Do you prefer to do something else instead?” Tom offered with a smile.

“Oh,” y/n startled. “No, that’s okay,” she promised. She felt bad, Tom had always been nice and was going out of his way to make sure she was invited tonight. But, she couldn’t accept the offer, it would make her too susceptible to having her past repeated.

“Have I offended you in some way?” Tom asked gently, his smile having disappeared.

“What?” Y/n gushed as she shook her head quickly. “No, of course not!” She replied.

“Okay, well if you decide to join us all later, you know where we’ll be,” Tom proposed, a faint smile on his face again.

Y/n gave Tom another small smile and nodded. She felt bad, and truly wanted to be able to go. But she couldn’t risk getting close. Especially not to a guy. She had came all the way to Berlin for work in order to get away, she wasn’t going to undo that.

Y/n groaned to herself as she cleaned up her table. Today had been a total disaster. It was one thing after another. They’d basically got nothing done on set today and the director wasn’t handling it well.

“Ice cream is on me,” Tom commented warmly as he appeared from around the corner.

Y/n quickly looked up and visibly hesitated. But, she was quick to see how Tom’s immediate reaction to her hesitation showed he’d taken it personally. She had rejected spending time with him since they met. Although to be fair, she’d done that with everyone since she arrived. Only, the others had quickly given up on her ending her isolation; whereas Tom hadn’t. Y/n knew she had likely been being paranoid. Nothing had really happened since she arrived. And she was kinda tired of spending each night alone and having no one to talk to. Perhaps ice-cream with a co-worker wasn’t the end of the world. “Okay, sure,” she agreed.

It came as a surprise to herself, but y/n found herself and Tom growing closer over the last few weeks. In fact, she actually now considered him a friend. It was strange and slightly worrisome still, but also comforting. Especially given she was certain she was slowly losing her mind to her paranoia.

Y/n had gotten a handful of calls from unknown numbers over the past two days. All of which were silent when she would answer. She knew odds were it was simply telemarketers, but it still made her anxious. So spending time hanging out with Tom was helpful in that it distracted her from the suspicious calls.

While they’d certainly gotten closer lately, y/n still hadn’t expected for Tom to ask her out today during lunch. She also hadn’t expected herself to say yes so quickly and freely. Granted, that breeziness didn’t last long. As y/n was now in an empty bathroom stall as she tried not to suffer a panic attack.

Y/n knew she had feelings for Tom, but that was simply another reason she tried to stay away from him when they first met. However, as they’d hung out together as friends, her feelings only grew. He was just as respectful and friendly as she suspected he was upon seeing him interact with others the day he had arrived on set here in Berlin. Perhaps that’s why she was so comfortable accepting his offer instead of letting her paranoia cloud her mind and change her decision. She didn’t regret it, but she knew she’d need to still be on edge. At least until she could somehow ensure she could determine he wasn’t like Michael.

Y/n smiled to herself as she walked into her rental. She quickly locked the door behind her, but the smile didn’t leave her face. She’d just gotten back from her latest date with Tom and had a wonderful night.

Y/N’s smile evaporated the second she entered her tiny kitchenette area. She squinted hesitantly at the counter. There was a small pile of mail she’d opened but not dealt with yet on her counter. That wasn’t the odd part though; she’d left that there this morning. What was concerning was y/n swore she’d left her pen directly on top of the pile of mail. Only now the pen was haphazardly set to the side of the stack of documents.

Y/n sighed loudly as she ran her hands down her face. It could’ve rolled off the top of the stack; it was a pen after all. She was just being paranoid again and looking for trouble. Things had been going too well lately that her mind was getting defensive. She just needed to calm down. Surely if someone had been in here, there’d be other signs of it.

Y/n took a deep breath and decided to double check that she’d locked the door. Once she was sure that it was locked, she made her way to her bedroom space and plugged her phone in before it could die in case she needed it tonight. She then grabbed her bottle of anxiety meds from beside her bed and took one. Surely after enough time, she’d not need them anymore. She just had to let herself see that she was safe now. Time would help with that.

“Come on, love,” Tom nudged teasingly as he snuggled up to y/n. They’d been sharing crazy stories about how something that went wrong resulted in something positive down the road. Tom had explained how his Uber driver had told him he wasn’t going to get the role of Spider-Man while he was on the way to his audition. He had told y/n how as much as it had hurt and seemed like a bad omen, it actually increased his nerves and made him have this buzzing energy that matched Peter Parker’s character really well. Y/n had vaguely answered Tom’s question by stating that her ending up as part of the production crew for the movie they were working on and had met through (Uncharted) was actually the result of a situation gone wrong back home.

“It’s not fun like yours,” y/n explained with a fake light laugh.

Tom noticed the way y/n wouldn’t look at him and how her hands started to shake slightly. He quickly grabbed her hands and squeezed them tightly. “‘ey, love, it’s okay,” he promised. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay”.

“Are you sure?” Y/n asked, filled with guilt.

Tom nodded quickly. “Of course, darling, you don’t have to answer. I just don’t want you to feel like you can’t answer just because it has a different tone in nature than my story,” he explained.

“It’s a bit dark,” y/n admitted, staring up at Tom.

Tom nodded again. “That’s okay, if you want to talk about it, I’m here,” he promised, kissing her cheek.

“I don’t want you to see me differently,” y/n mumbled quietly, her eyes staring at her lap.

Tom frowned. “Y/n, I don’t know what’s going on,” he acknowledged softly. “But, I promise you that won’t happen, love,” Tom vowed.

Y/N’s eyes lifted up and she stared at Tom I’m silence for a moment, contemplating. “Okay,” she whispered. She took an audibly deep breath. “So… I- I ended up here because I had to get away from someone back home,” y/n explained vaguely. “I basically ran… changed my info and fled.” “And, yeah, that’s what brought me to Berlin,” she laughed humorlessly.

“You had to get away from someone?” Tom questioned cautiously. “Was it an ex?” he wondered out loud.

“No.” Y/n shook her head. “Not exactly… He-he wanted to be, I guess..,” she replied. “But we were just friends”. Her hands shook slightly as she recalled how it went down.

“I see, I’m sorry, love,” Tom said gently. “Did he hurt you?” He questioned, his worried eyes scanning y/n.

“No,” y/n answered quickly. Upon seeing Tom’s visible disbelief, she sighed. “Not physically at least,” she explained.

Tom nodded slowly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“It sounds crazy,” y/n admitted.

Tom frowned and took ahold of y/n’s shaking hands. “He stalked you,” he guessed.

“How did-“ y/n panicked.

“I’ve had experience with stalkers before, they make you feel constantly on edge,” Tom sympathized. “That’s the only explanation for why you would think it would sound crazy,” he acknowledged. “Plus, love, it explains why you were so distant before”.

Y/n’s gaze dropped from Tom’s face guiltily. “Yeah… sorry about that,” she mumbled.

Tom lovingly squeezed y/n’s hand as he held her closer. “Don’t be.” “Just know, I won’t let him hurt you anymore,” he whispered into her hair.

“Tom,” y/n sighed.

“I do not mean to minimize what you went though,” Tom promised. “I simply do not want you to have to live in fear. I’ll help keep you safe as best as I can.” “I can get you some security if you need for when filming is over and you go back,” he offered calmly, smiling faintly as y/n relaxed some and leaned into him more.

Y/n smiled shyly but appreciatively.

Tom and y/n sat quietly for a little, Tom letting her steady her breathing. However, he noticed how she seemed to be bendy looking around the room. This helped him realize that while her breathing had slowed, she was clearly still somewhat distraught. “Thank you for telling me,” he said, holding her hands tightly. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I-,” y/n looked up at Tom. She shook her head. “I d-do-don’t think so,” she stuttered. She curled the side of her lip up out of self pity. “I mean, I got a restraining order, ch-changed my name, flew to Berlin,” she trailed off, “but…”

“But?” Tom pressed.

“I still panic over every weird occurrence,” y/n blurted.

Tom squinted. He tried to trace back the areas y/n had been nervously looking at earlier for clues. “What do you mean?”

“It sounds paranoid without context… Maybe even with context… but,” y/n rambled bashfully.

Tom squeezed y/n’s hands supportively. “If you want to provide me with the context, I’m open to hearing it. Either way, I doubt it’ll sound paranoid knowing what you said you went through,” he sympathized.

Y/n nodded in agreement. “It’s kinda a long story,” she warned.

“I’ve got all the time in the world to listen to you, love,” Tom said.

Y/n bit back a small smile. It wasn’t hard when her focus shifted from Tom’s kind words to what she was about to disclose. “I… had this friend, Michael,” she murmured. “H-he and I would go to the movies, or hangout together a lot. He never asked me out; which is good, ‘cause I never saw him that way”. She frowned as she continued her story. “Yet, it was because of that that I didn’t know he saw me that way. Not until he started getting a bit possessive when I spent more time with other people.” She looked up nervously, only to be greeted by Tom’s compassionate gaze. “I didn’t realize how bad it was until I was staying with my cousin and his wife one weekend and posted about it… Michael got mad and … and asked who it was, why I didn’t tell him, and all of that kind of stuff.”

Y/n tucked her legs under her as she hesitantly let herself lean into Tom’s comforting embrace. “We got into a fight over it,” she recalled as Tom rubbed her back, “I said I needed space to myself in order to see if we could still stay friends after the weirdness.” She groaned to herself as the memories flowed. “I thought he was respecting that… but instead, he just started hiding his possessive traits.”

“It took me what I think was maybe, a week, to notice that he was following me,” y/n confessed with a scowl. “When I called him out on it, he apologized and… and pl-pleaded to let him make it up to me.” She shivered faintly, recovering when Tom rubbed her bare arms lovingly. “I told him that I needed to think and he began calling me, all day, every day, every hour of the night, to try to get through to me. I told him to stop but he didn’t.” She gritted her teeth as she reprocessed the events. “I blocked him… and then he started showing up everywhere and these ‘gifts’ started arriving at my house.” Y/n shook her head against Tom’s chest out of frustration. “I got a restraining order as I’d ran out of options, but the police did nothing as they said it was coincidental and I couldn’t prove it was him,” she explained.

Y/n wrapped her arms around Tom’s waist as he continued to hold her. “The part where I ended up here because of it, happened to be that, one night, I got a call saying that I was offered a spot on the production crew for Uncharted that I’d applied for months before.” She smiled faintly as she spoke about her change in luck. “I had my friend verify the offer, so I knew it wasn’t a trap from him,” y/n detailed. “When she mentioned the only issue she saw was that it was in Berlin, I saw it as a chance. I immediately changed my last name so that it wouldn’t show on any passports or flight registries, ordered a new emergency-rushed passport, and flew out here,” she concluded. “So, yeah, that’s me,” y/n added in an attempt to soften the tension caused by the rest of her words.

“That’s not you,” Tom murmured. He pressed a light kiss to the top of y/n’s head.

“What?” Y/n whimpered in a hushed voice.

“That’s something you went through,” Tom acknowledged with a frown. “But, it’s not who you are, y/n,” he soothed. He tightened his grip on her as she melted into his side. “I’m really sorry you had to deal with that.” Tom took a deep breath and intentionally focused on making his voice as soft as possible. “But, I have to ask, when you said there was something you were going to say that would make you sound paranoid, what was it?”

“Oh,” y/n laughed to herself. “That,” she mumbled, “right”. “Well,” she sighed loudly, “it’s just..”. A few moments of silence passed after she had trailed off before y/n spoke again. “See that picture frame?” Y/n asked as she pointed across the room to the shelf by her TV.

Tom nodded. “Yes, the one with you, and who I’m assuming is a friend of yours?” he asked to confirm he had tracked y/n’s finger-pointing back to the correct frame.

“Yeah,” y/n agreed.

Tom nodded again.

“Well, I…” y/n sighed. She truly felt crazy. “I could’ve sworn it was at a slightly different angle yesterday,” she admitted.

“Hmm,” Tom nodded. He looked around her room as he asked, “anything else?”

“What?” Y/n questioned, having been caught off guard by Tom’s response.

“Have you noticed anything else out of place?” Tom clarified.

“You don’t think I’m crazy?” Y/n asked, her eyes slightly widened.

“Not in the least,” Tom argued. “Hopefully it’s nothing,” he reassured, “but the fear is valid, and it doesn’t hurt to consider the possibility”. He wrapped his arms more securely around y/n in hopes it would help her feel protected and safe now.

Y/n was beyond appreciative over having been respected about what she felt might be paranoia. “Ummm, well…,” she mumbled. After reminding herself that Tom seemed to trust her instincts, she felt comfortable continuing to explain the weird things that had been occurring. “I’ve also been getting weird calls… with no one on the other end.”

Tom’s brows furrowed as he gazed down at y/n. He pouted to himself. “How long ago was this?” he asked.

“I got one earlier today,” y/n informed Tom.

Tom nodded. He gently tilted y/n’s head up so he could look into her eyes. “If it happens again, can you let me answer?”

“You want to answer it?” Y/n questioned in bewilderment.

Tom simply nodded. “I was sincere when I said I want to help,” he promised.

“Okay,” y/n nodded. “Thank you”.

“No,” Tom whispered, stroking y/n’s cheek. “Thank you for being willing to let me know and trusting me to help”.

“Tom…” y/n trailed off. Her hesitant eyes were focused in on Tom’s patient ones.

“Yeah?” Tom replied.

Y/n bit her bottom lip. “I wanted to explain that’s also why I… asked for us to stay a secret,” she frowned. “I don’t want my face getting out there, you know..”

“Of course,” Tom gushed supportively. “And darling, you don’t have to explain things like that, it’s your choice, my love.” He smiled softly as he ran his thumb over y/n’s cheek. “Nonetheless, I completely understand.”

“STOP!” Y/n shouted, her body violently flying forward from her sleeping position. She felt the air from the fan tickling her sweaty forehead. Her eyes were widened and she felt dehydrated. She felt someone grab her hand, causing her distant startled gaze to snap towards where her hand was resting on the bed. She quickly traced the hand back until she saw Tom watching her worriedly.

Y/n let out a shaky choked sob. Her eyes shifted away from Tom’s face in embarrassment. She felt him cautiously wrap his arms around her and bring her to his chest. “I’m… I…I’m sorry, T-Tom,” she apologized.

Tom gently shushed y/n and rubbed her back as she buried her face into his torso. He frowned to himself, hating that the woman he loved was so traumatized. He whispered soothing words as he held her tightly. He made sure to let her know that she was safe and that it was okay that she reacted this way to her nightmare.

Tom had almost gotten y/n back to a completely calm state when her phone began to ring. He felt her stiffen in his arms, making his frown return. He quickly reached over to the nightstand and picked up her cellphone. Tom squinted at the screen angrily but upon feeling y/n shimmy against him to try to see, he tilted the screen for her so she could check it first.

When y/n froze upon seeing the unknown number on her phone yet again, Tom delicately pulled her back to him. “Is it the silent call?” He asked her. Upon her nodding slowly, Tom shifted his jaw and pressed answer as he moved the phone to his ear.

“Hello?” Tom answered. He heard nothing in the background. Not even things or people shuffling around. The other side of the call was completely silent. “Either respond now, or stop calling this number,” Tom commanded. He waited for a response, but still, none came. He glared at the phone as the line went dead.

Tom silenced y/n’s phone before placing it back where he’d gotten it from. He adjusted the blankets to completely cover y/n’s shaking frame. Once she was covered properly, he securely wrapped his arms around her as he began to try and soothe her again.

The night Tom had learned about y/n’s history and comforted her after her related nightmare, the couple hardly slept as she was on edge for awhile after the call. But, after that night these weird occurrences suddenly stopped. It was so sudden in fact, that y/n was a bit fearful that Tom might be connected to Michael somehow. However, she calmed herself down and realized that was crazy as Michael wouldn’t have stopped now because of that even if Tom did have a secret connection to him; there would’ve been no reason to. In fact, one would expect if that were the case for Michael to feel more comfortable and increase his stalking behaviors. So, y/n figured she was just being paranoid from the very start as it had now been over two weeks without anything weird happening.

Y/n yawned lightly as she unlocked the door to her apartment and stepped inside. Her tiredness quickly turned to glee upon seeing the decorations Tom must’ve set up. They had agreed to staying in for date night tonight. Y/n had given him her spare key since she knew she’d be having to work at least an extra hour longer than he did on set today. She figured he could let himself in and get comfortable until she got there. She’d texted him about twenty minutes ago to let him know she was finally done on set. Given the romantic dinner that was currently set for two and rose petals covering the floor, he must’ve utilized that extra time to set this up. While she’d been expecting a more casual night in, she appreciated the sentiment.

Y/n walked further into her apartment, blissfully unaware to what was about to happen. Just as she’d approached the dining table, she felt a cold metallic pressure on the side of her head. Her body began to panic but she forced her mind to remain calm. Y/n turned at a glacial speed towards where the cold metal sensation was. Michael. She swallowed thickly as her dramatically widened eyes took in the way her stalker was suddenly standing directly beside her, a handgun barrel pressed against her head. Before she could find the words to say, or any words that is, Michael gripped her shoulder and motioned for her to sit.

Y/n’s hands nervously sat in her lap as she gazed across the decorated dining table. Michael was already staring back at her. While his appearance still filled her with terror, it was slightly better than it had been with the gun pressed against her.

“Eat, beautiful girl,” Michael said, waving the gun loosely around as he used it to point to y/n’s plate. “Come on, it’s our date night,” he encouraged when she didn’t move, “wouldn’t want the food to get cold”.

Y/n eyed the overbooked steak on the plate in front of her. Had Michael poisoned it? Would he do that? He liked her right? So surely he wouldn’t want her dead.. right? Had he somehow figured out about her relationship with Tom? If so, was that enough to make him try to poison her in retaliation? It’s not like she was even hungry. Not anymore. Any appetite she had when she walked in the door left the second she saw him. But she didn’t want to piss Michael off by not eating it either. Perhaps she could play it off.

Y/n poked her fork at the steak. “I.. uhh… I was actually going to try being vegetarian,” she lied.

“Since when?” Michael asked, seemingly deeply interested in the topic.

“I’ve thought about it for awhile,” y/n said slowly as she inventoried her surroundings. “A co-worker… o-on set showed me.. a… a video today though,” she rambled, biting her lip as she realized her only possible escape would be the front door.

“A vegan propaganda video,” Michael commented judgingly with a look of irritation on his face.

Y/n nodded nervously, her fear returning as her eyes made their way back to the gun in Michael’s hand.

“No worries, babe,” Michael said casually, “it’s sweet you care that much”. “We can still enjoy our night together,” he grinned.

Y/n nodded anxiously yet again, not wanting to offend Michael. “What are you doing here?” She asked. As appalling as this was, at least he was having positive feelings for her not anger against her at the moment. She hoped to keep it that way while also finding a way through this. If she somehow survived the night with him, maybe she could sneakily tell Tom tomorrow on set? Tom. How was she going to warn him to stay away? Did she want him to? Or did she selfishly want him to come over and help her? Could he help her? Was it selfish of her to want him to?

"I’ll have you know,” Michael groaned as he set his gun on the table beside his plate. He paused as he took a moment to enjoy a bite of his overcooked steak. “It wasn’t easy, you were really hard to track down, you know that," he complained.

Y/n’s brows furrowed. Not hard enough, evidently. “Oh,” she whispered. “How did you?” Y/n dared ask even though her voice shook as she worried if Michael would take offense to the question.

Michael actually appeared happy when the question left y/n’s mouth. He smirked as he pulled out his phone. The smirk shifted to a grimace as he glared at something pulled up on the screen. A few seconds later, Michael turned the screen towards y/n to show her.

On Michael’s phone was a picture of y/n and Tom. Given the weird angle and the setting, y/n knew it had clearly been taken by either a fan or paparazzi. Fortunately, as to not further anger Michael, the photo was innocent enough. In the unauthorized photo, y/n was sitting very closely to Tom and he had his arm over her; but that was it. The unfortunate part was that it was taken without their knowledge and leaked online for anyone to see; including her stalker Michael.

“Your new guy friend seems to have a large social presence,” Michael commented with blatant disgust.

Y/n ignored Michael’s attempt to act as if he hadn’t heard of Tom Holland before seeing the photo of her and him together. She nodded slowly, “that’s how.. How you knew I was in Berlin…”. Y/n placed her arms on the table, intentionally laying them over the utensils. She ignored the way the ends of the silverware dug into her skin as she asked Michael how he got inside her apartment.

“That was a bit trickier,” Michael confessed, but was still smug about it. “Especially given the name change,” he tsked. “Which, is too bad. I liked your real last name babe,” he complimented, reaching out and taking hold of y/n’s hands across the table.

Y/n froze and her body tensed. She couldn’t pull away without upsetting Michael. But it made her physically nauseated to be touching him. Or rather, to have him touching her.

Michael took y/n’s sudden tension as an implication that she felt bad about changing her last name. “It’s okay honey,” he nearly purred, squeezing her hands for good measure. “Both are nice. Any name is nice on you.” Michael let go of her hands as he resumed eating his meal. “Anyways, dear, to answer your question,” he mumbled with food in his mouth. “Once I went through the list of names for the cast and crew, I realized the name change, but thought it was just a mistake.” He shrugged casually as he continued, “nonetheless, I then name dropped your new last name when I got to set and asked for an extra key”. He smirked to himself, his eyes flickering up to meet y/n’s . “I’m sure you’re wondering how I was able to get one,” he said excitedly. “I pretended to be one of your co-workers who was running behind on their tasks and needed to get some papers you had left at home by accident and said I didn’t have time to get the key from you directly,” he bragged.

Y/n slowly dragged her arms back to her. She was careful to do it gradually as to not accidentally drop the streak knife on the floor in the process. As good of a plan as it was, she still felt very stupid in that moment. She should’ve told the others on set about Michael. She’d wanted to get away and leave it all behind her. But by not telling anyone, she let him worm his way back into her life so easily. She should’ve told the crew so they’d not be so naïve. But it was too late for that now. “Wow,” she murmured, hoping it came across as being impressed and not terrified. “S-so,.. wh-when did you get here?” Y/n questioned as her wrists hit the edge of the table. The serrated knife dropped to her lap; the sound muffled by her question.

“Nearly a month ago,” Michael answered breezily.

“What?” Y/n gasped, practically choking on air. A month?! Those weird occurrences had been Michael after all! She wasn’t paranoid. He’d been in her new apartment.

“I didn’t want to rush things,” Michael defended, his tone suddenly tighter. “We both know how that went last time.” He sighed. “But, I was the one who cleaned up the files in your kitchen, dusted your picture frames, and made your bed that day you forgot,” he grinned. “I also checked in on days I wanted to give you space but also wanted to check on you,” Michael added.

“That was you,” y/n murmured to herself as she thought back through all the crazy things that had happened.

“Of course that was me babe,” Michael scoffed. “Babe, I had to be sure you were taken care of”. He gritted his teeth as he glanced down at the gun beside him. “I’ll be honest, I’m not too fond of this… Tom, guy though, that you’ve brought into our lives,” he complained.

Y/n faltered. At this point, she didn’t know how to proceed. She didn’t know what Michael knew or perceived. “I- I-…” she stuttered nervously.

"I mean, really, babe?” Michael groaned as he shook his head. “Why be with Tom Holland?” “What does he have that I don't?” He asked with his arms crossed over his chest.

“He isn’t a stalkerish psycho,” y/n blurted. "So it’s more of what he doesn’t do that you do,” she said, her hand quickly covering her mouth. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Well, there went trying to keep Michael ‘on her side’.

Michael instantly gripped the gun with one hand and the edge of the table with the other. His face demonstrated his sudden but deep agitation. “You’re a hard one to please, dear,” he nearly hissed. “But, no worries, in time I’ll learn your intricacies.” Michael let go of the gun as he rose to pour y/n some wine.

Y/n watched in anger and fear as Michael got closer. She was beyond fed up of trying to run and hide from him. She was tired of him altogether. She just wanted her life back. “Wh-What do you want from me, Michael?”

Michael squinted at y/n in confusion. “To be with me,” he said simply.

Y/n swallowed as she scooted her chair back slightly. “I’ve told you-“ she reminded gently.

“I know,” Michael nodded. “You see me as a friend,” he acknowledged briefly. “But, friends often become more than friends. You just need to give me a chance”.

“I did,” y/n argued angrily. She’d given him a chance to still be her friend after the first incident. But things hadn’t gotten any better.

Michael squeezed the wine bottle tightly until it broke. He sighed as y/n gasped and leapt from her seat in a panic. But, he nonetheless calmly cleaned up the mess as if it wasn’t some angry outburst. “I meant a real chance, dear,” he corrected though his teeth. “We’ll have time for that soon enough though”.

Y/n utilized Michael looking at the broken shards of glass from the wine bottle to slip the serrated steak knife into her back pocket. “What do you mean?” She asked, partially out of fear and partially to keep him talking. She’d try to wait this out, but if things went wrong, at least she now had a defensive option/weapon.

“I know you enjoy working on set here,” Michael said with what was likely an attempt at a sympathetic frown. “But, our relationship needs to come first, not work”.

“Relationship?” Y/n questioned, stepping back further from the table; and from Michael.

Michael groaned loudly as he picked the gun back up. But, he kept it low and at his side. “I don’t appreciate the fake dumb act, dear,” he scolded. “You’re far too smart for that babe,” he said with a glare, as if in warning. But, Michael quickly snapped back to an overly welcoming expression. “Now, as I was saying,” he redirected happily, “you’ll be coming with me when I leave Berlin tomorrow”. He stepped to the side of the table to approach y/n. “I’ve got your room already set up,” Michael smiled.

Y/n took another step back as she kept her eyes on Michael. “M-my… room?” She questioned. “Leave?”. Y/n rapidly shook her head. “Michael, I’m sorry, but, I think you’re confused,” She tried to empathize.

“I’m not confused!” Michael shouted. His right hand smacked loudly against the table beside him. The dishes rang out in the otherwise quiet room as they tried to steady themselves. “Sorry, dear,” Michael murmured upon seeing y/n’s fear. “Now, as I was saying,” he sighed.

Y/n jumped as a sudden knock hit her door. Someone was here. Tom. It was likely Tom. She still hadn’t settled on whether or not she wanted him to be here for this. Nor if it was okay for her to want such a thing. But that didn’t matter, because Michael had already stomped over to the front door.

Y/n watched silently as Michael peered through the door hole. She noticed the way he gripped the handle of his gun tighter as he glared through the tiny circular window. She froze with wide eyes as he spun towards her suddenly.

“Why is he here?” Michael spat as he stormed towards y/n, waving his gun frantically.

“W-well…,” y/n mumbled quietly. “W-We had a date n-night pl-“ she tried to defend cautiously.

Michael pointed the gun at y/n’s forehead as he glared at her. “No, WE had a date night planned,” he hissed, moving his pointer finger to the trigger. “Get rid of him,” he commanded. Michael grabbed y/n’s bicep and tugged her towards the door.

Y/n nodded frantically. “Tom, I’m coming!” she dared to call out. At least this way Tom would know she was home. That way he wouldn’t just leave and she might even be able to secretly alert him to get her help. She yelped as Michael’s free hand suddenly clapped over her mouth.

Michael dug the barrel into the side of y/n’s head. He lowered the hand from her lips and nodded towards the front door. “Casually!” He whispered harshly. “Don’t act so fearful,” he said, his voice softening drastically, “it’s just me”. When y/n refused to move, he nudged her forward. “Now, go”.

“Don’t act fearful says when there’s a gun to your head,” y/n mumbled to herself as she moved away from Michael. She took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. She schooled her expression into what she hoped would meet Michael’s demands.

Tom looked up from the flowers and wine in his hand as he heard the creaking of y/n’s door. His heart dropped upon making eye contact with her. She was clearly not herself. “Love, what’s the matter?” He asked worriedly.

Y/n resisted a small smile at how attentive Tom was. She shook her head and gave him a sad frown. “I.. uhh…,” she mumbled, pausing when she felt the cold metallic of Michael’s gun move back to the side of her head. “I’m not f-feeling well,” she stated, avoiding eye contact with Tom.

“I can see that, darling,” Tom frowned. He discarded the wine and flowers on the ground beside y/n’s door. “What happened? Did you get another ca-” he began to ask.

Y/n cut Tom off before he could finish his question. She knew he was going to ask if Michael had called her again, and that was the last thing she needed right now. “I-.. I’m sick,” she lied weakly.

Tom squinted. “Does your head hurt?” He interrogated as he scanned y/n’s face.

“What?” Y/n croaked.

Tom pouted, his brows furrowed. “You’ve been crying,” he stated.

Y/n lifted a shaky hand to her face. She hadn’t realized she’d cried at some point between arriving home to Michael’s intrusion and now. But, as her fingers trailed over her cheeks, she realized Tom was right. “O-oh, just-just feeling crummy, is all,” she tried.

Tom didn’t want to pry if y/n needed a night alone. But something told him he shouldn’t leave. If she was truly that sick, he should stay to take care of her. “Why don’t I help?” He offered, taking her hands in his. “I have a strong immune system and can order us some soup-”.

Y/n rapidly shook her head, making Tom release her hands and take a respectful step back to give her space. God, she was already in love with him, wasn’t she?. “I.. it’s not that kind of sick,” she explained. After she noticed the confusion in Tom’s face, she added, “and I just want to sleep”. She felt guilty for the way Tom’s face dropped even more. “Raincheck?”

Tom was still internally questioning the circumstances. But, he wanted to respect y/n’s boundaries so he nodded slowly. “Of course, darling,” he agreed. Tom knew he had to push aside the worry that came with seeing y/n’s wild eyes and clammy skin; she’d all but asked him to leave multiple times now, he needed to do as she asked. “I.. I’ll see you on set tomorrow then, yeah?” He questioned still feeling something was off.

Y/n nodded reluctantly, not wanting to make a promise she wasn’t sure she would be around to keep.

Tom slowly stepped closer, watching for any signs that y/n didn’t want him to give her a goodnight kiss. When she didn’t show any rejection, he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on her lips. “Goodnight darling,” Tom whispered, “feel better”.

“Th-thank you,” y/n replied with a small sad smile. Would that be their last kiss? She had to do something. “Goodnight, T-Thomas,” she croaked, making eye contact with him one last time before stepping back to close her door.

Michael dragged y/n away from her front door by her elbow. “What was that kiss?” He growled. Michael glared at y/n as she looked down and tried to stifle her crying. He sighed and pulled y/n into his arms. “I can’t stay mad at you,” he confessed, nuzzling his nose against the top of her head. Michael didn’t seem to notice the way y/n shook in his arms, crying more forcefully now. “Shhh,” he said, it coming off as a demand. When her cries softened in volume, he grinned and squeezed her against him, “that’s my girl”.

Y/n could no longer miss the fact that she was crying. At this point, her tears were actively streaming down both of her puffy cheeks. “Please!” she pleaded, trying to wedge her hands up between her and Michael’s chest to push him back.

Before Michael could react to y/n’s pleas, the front door swung open.

Tom had quietly waited outside after y/n shut the door; unable to ignore the worry he was feeling. His concerns had only amplified when y/n called him Thomas instead of Tom. She never did that. Something was wrong. He was just glad that he hadn’t heard the sound of y/n locking her door after closing it; suggesting it was still unlocked. As such, he readied himself and threw the door open.

Michael spun towards the door, allowing y/n to wiggle free from his grip. He glared at Tom as the man ran towards him with rage in his eyes. As Tom dove into his torso, Michael’s gun slipped from his hold. Meaning the two ended up in a brief hand-to-hand tussle.

After a successful knee strike against Michael, Tom rushed towards y/n. He prayed his grabbing her wouldn’t scare her, but he had to act quickly. Tom gently, but securely, grabbed her hand and tugged her behind him. He positioned himself between her and Michael. “I know it’s hard,” Tom whispered breathily. “But, I need you to trust me,” he explained as he shifted them so they continued to face Michael as the man stalked closer. “Everything is going to be alright,” Tom promised as he reached back and squeezed y/n’s hand. “Do as I, darling, I’ll get you out of here”.

“What do you think you’re doing, mate?” Tom asked Michael as he tried to plan a way to get y/n to safety. “Just leave her be”.

Michael glared at the couple as he stormed closer. “She’s mine,” he growled.

“She’s not property, mate,” Tom corrected with an eye roll. He held his palm out flatly behind his back to signal for y/n to stop; to stay where she was. Tom took several steps forward, towards Michael and away from y/n.

Michael closed the remaining distance between him and Tom, glaring the whole time. “Don’t talk about her,” he growled. Now that he was within striking distance, he raised his fist.

“Hide! Now!” Tom advised as he blocked Michael’s fist with his palm. As he watched y/n run out of the room and into the hallway, he counterattacked, trying to swipe Michael off his feet. It worked, but on the way down, the stalker tried to pull Tom with him. Thank God for the fight training he had to do for Spider-Man and Uncharted!

Tom and Michael wrestled for several minutes. Tom knew the creep was muttering something, but he didn’t bother to try to decipher it. All that mattered was trying to subdue him so y/n could get away. However, Tom’s plans halted when it appeared that Michael had somehow found the gun he’d dropped earlier, and now he had Tom at gunpoint.

Michael grinned wickedly at Tom as he stood up and signaled for Tom to remain kneeling. He used his free hand to wipe the blood from his busted lip. “Y/n, dear!” He called out as he moved behind Tom to hook his arm around his torso. When she didn’t come out of hiding, he groaned loudly and placed his finger on the trigger. “If you don’t come out babe, I’m going to shoot this idiot,” he threatened.

“Don-” Tom groaned as he wriggled in Michael’s hold. “Don’t!” He shouted, hoping y/n wouldn’t listen to the stalker’s demands.

“Shut the hell up!” Michael snapped, tightening his hold on Tom. He pulled Tom closer, making Tom’s back more flush against his torso and dug the barrel of his gun into Tom’s temple. “Y/n, if you care about your friend, you’ll-” he warned.

Y/n’s appearance in the living room cut Michael’s threat off. She stared with wide eyes as she stood before Tom and Michael. This was her mess; she got Tom into this. She needed to get him out of it. “I-I’ll go,” she said with a visible gag. “I’ll-”.

“No!” Tom shouted as he fought against Michael. He even brought his elbow backwards into the man’s torso. But, this only resulted in Michael digging the barrel further into his temple.

“Stop!” Y/n begged. She didn’t care that she’d given up any leverage she may have had. Tom needed to get out of here. No one else needed to suffer. “Just,” y/n cried, “just stop hurting him, hurting anyone, and…” She swallowed thickly, “and then… I’ll go”.

“Y/n!” Tom hissed as he stared at her with wide pleading eyes. “Don’t do this!”

“Willingly,” Michael added. When y/n didn’t seem to understand his statement, he stared at her expectantly.

Y/n nodded shakily. “Y-yes,” she whispered. “Wi-will….,” she paused. After she took a deep breath, y/n cleared her throat. “Willingly,” she lied, the words barely choked out before her tears started to fall. It was a lie, it wasn’t willingly. Nothing about this was willingly done. But she would willingly choose to protect Tom. Besides, she knew there was no way Michael was going to just let Tom live. She knew he saw him as a threat. He was just currently using him as leverage. So, y/n figured she might as well try to flip the situation on Michael.

Tom shook as he scratched at Michael’s arm that was wrapped across his front. “Y/n,” he pleaded, “no, don’t do this! Please!”

Y/n shot Tom a sympathetic look. She wanted to try to silently communicate that she wasn’t going as willingly as she stated, but she couldn’t risk Michael noticing. “I’m sorry,” she sighed.

Michael hummed cockily. “That’s my girl,” he declared with a grin. “I knew you’d choose me”. He slowly released Tom, keeping the gun on him while Tom snapped up and into a fighting stance. He kept an eye on Tom as he walked nearer to y/n, the gun pointed squarely at Tom the whole time. Yet, he noticed the way Tom nevertheless moved closer as if still willing to fight.

Michael waved y/n over to him smugly. When she was by his side, he lifted his free hand up to stroke her cheek, causing Tom to lung forward slightly. “Ah ah,” he scolded, “she said she was doing this willingly”. “I won’t have you violating her boundaries and wishes,” Michael stated ironically.

Y/n’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she heard Michael say to Tom “now you have to just watch as she kisses her actual crush”. She froze in disgust and panic. But, she quickly recovered as the expectant look on Michael’s face helped her realize she had to play along. She took a deep breath and summoned up any acting ability she may somehow secretly have.

Y/n begrudgingly neared Michael. She closed her eyes as she moved her lips until they were millimeters away from his. She set one hand on his shoulder; for both stabilization and distraction. The other hand she kept at her side, fingers slipping into her pockets.

Just as Michael seemed to become fed up with waiting and began to move his head closer, y/n swiped the serrated steak knife from dinner out of her pocket and slammed it into his arm that was holding the gun. She instinctively took a step back as blood spurted from the wound. However, she knew she didn’t have long; Michael was going to be livid.

Y/n pulled the knife out of Michael’s arm, trying not to dry heave at the sight and sensation of his muscles and tendons tearing against it as she did. She noticed the gun had lowered from being aimed at Tom and was not just hanging at his side. But, before she could grab it and hold him at by gunpoint until the police got there, she watched Michael try to lift the injured arm to point the gun at her as his other arm gripped her hip.

Y/n quickly plunged her weapon into Michael’s thigh and pulled downwards. She once again removed the knife from his leg as she stepped back. She noticed he’d dropped the gun in an attempt to grab at the sudden wound to his thigh. So, this time y/n tossed the bloody knife across the room so Michael couldn’t use it against her. Simultaneously, she scooped up the gun and moved backwards as she pointed it at him.

Y/n had never held a gun before, much less shot one. Prop guns on a movie set? Sure! But a real one, not until now. The weight of it and what it symbolized felt heavier than even the blood-soaked knife she’d stabbed Michael with. As such, she was too distracted by the chaos to notice Tom’s warning shout as Michael grabbed at her leg from the ground. Within seconds, her body slammed to the floor. She groaned loudly but otherwise kept her advantage, the gun only moving off of Michael for a split second.

Y/n kicked and scooted across the ground, her leg hurting too much for her to dare risking an attempt to stand up. She kept the barrel pointed at Michael as she slid further from him. She noticed Tom placing himself between her and Michael as they glared at each other across the floor.

Tom watched Michael closely as he tried to back up slowly until he could reach y/n. Only, he abruptly stopped and went to change directions and head towards her stalker as the man suddenly rose and began charging. Tom and Michael exchanged blows once again. His hand slipped in the blood on Michael’s arm as he tried to grab him, allowing Michael to escape his hold for a moment. But that was all it took for the man to charge towards y/n. Before Tom could even attempt to get ahold of him once again, a gunshot rang out.

Y/n had seen the look in Michael’s eyes as he fought with Tom. She was trying to figure out how to get him to stop. Did she shook him? Just threaten to do so? And if that didn’t work, then actually shoot him? She didn’t have a chance to figure it out when suddenly he was racing her way yet again. With slightly trembling fingers, y/n aimed the gun at Michael’s legs and pulled the trigger. She screamed as the shot rang out and Michael dropped to the ground.

Tom immediately sprinted over to y/n. He threw himself into the floor beside her. He cautiously set his hand over her shaking ones that were still holding the gun. Once she let go of it, he took it from her and moved it to his right hand. With his left hand, he pulled y/n to his side and tried to rub her back.

“I-,” y/n gasped. “I had to do it,” she defended quietly, her eyes still on Michael’s crumpled form.

“I know,” Tom reassured y/n. He held her body tighter to him as he felt her tears soak his shirt. The gun was still in his other hand, but pointed at Michael in case the man was stupid enough to try again. Tom wasn’t going to take any chances. Michael wasn’t coming anywhere near y/n ever again.

Y/n turned her gaze away from her stalker and buried her face in Tom’s side when he tapped her cheek to try to distract her. “I… I didn’t w-wa-want to shoot him,” she cried. Despite Tom’s supportive hold on her, she shook violently against him.

“I know, it’s okay,” Tom promised, resting his chin atop y/n’s head.

“No,” y/n gasped as she choked on a sob. “I-…. it’s not okay,” she argued. “I just shot someone!”

Tom frowned. “‘ey, ‘ey,” he whispered, his left hand gently lifting y/n’s damp chin up so she would look at him. “‘ey,” he repeated when she finally met his gaze. “He was charging at you.” “You did the right thing,” Tom informed her.

Y/n sniffled and hiccuped as she tried to compose herself. “You’re… You’re not afraid of me?” She asked, her voice cracking.

Tom shook his head. “No, love, ‘course not,” he promised quickly. “I’m proud of you for doing what you had to,” he admitted solemnly.

Once y/n was in less of a panicked state, Tom quickly scanned her body for any injuries. “How’s your leg?” He asked, glancing between her and Michael rapidly as to not take his eye off the threat for too long.

Y/n stretched the leg in question out before her. “Just sore, I think,” she answered as she felt out the extent of the injury from her fall.

Tom sighed in relief, quickly pulling y/n back to his side.

“Are you okay?” Y/n croaked out after a few moments of hesitant silence. She was afraid to ask the question. She hadn’t noticed any excessive injuries, but it had all happened so fast she couldn’t be sure.

Tom heard the deep worry in y/n’s tone and hummed. “I’m fine,” he promised, tenderly squeezing her hip for effect. “Much better now that you’re here, and he’s over there,” Tom pointed out as he nodded his head towards Michael.

Y/n whimpered in tired agreement. She nuzzled into Tom’s embrace, appreciating the protection and love she felt. “Th-thank-,” she began.

“Don’t you dare thank me,” Tom spoke softly. “It’s not needed,” he promised. He crooked his neck and placed a light kiss to y/n’s head. “We’re safe now”.

Tom lifted the blanket up to keep y/n tucked in. She was resting curled up against him, his arms wrapped securely around her shrunken frame. They were seated on the couch at his apartment, under several oversized fuzzy blankets as y/n had been freezing; seemingly from her lingering anxiety after tonight’s events. By now they’d already talked to the police and completed any forms they’d been asked to do. They ventured to Tom’s apartment as y/n understandably didn’t want to be in her apartment any longer; plus, it was a crime scene still. But despite the change in environment and how tiring the situation had been, neither one could find sleep. So, they simply held each other as they snuggled on the couch.

Y/n hesitantly broke the silence. The fact that they didn’t feel the need to talk about it right away was a relief. But, there was one question that was bugging her. “Tom?” She asked quietly.

Tom pressed his back against the couch cushions so he could see y/n better. “Yes, darling?” He replied, a small but sympathetic smile on his face as he sensed her reluctance to speak.

“How… I’m glad you did,” y/n said vaguely. “But…,” she nervously bit her bottom lip. “How did… how did you know something was wrong?” She wondered.

“You called me Thomas,” Tom answered easily.

“Wh-what?” Y/n questioned.

Tom smiled and cupped y/n’s cheek with his right hand, the other staying protectively placed on her hip. “Darling, you never call me Thomas, only Tom,” he pointed out.

Y/n bit her bottom lip. It worked. “I… I didn’t know how else to signal it,” she admitted. “But… I… well, I wasn’t sure it would work, that you’d notice the slight difference”.

Tom squeezed y/n’s cheek lovingly. “I notice everything when it comes to you,” he said. “Especially if it has to do with your safety or wellbeing,” he added with a faint smile.

Y/n smiled back softly. “I’m glad,” she confessed. “On the bright side,” she murmured, turning to rest the back of her head against Tom’s chest. “At least now I know how to alert you if someone’s wrong, or if he-“.

“He’s never going to hurt you again,” Tom vowed. He tightened his grip on y/n protectively. “I will do whatever it takes to ensure you never have to worry about him again, trust me”.

“I do,” y/n commented warmly as she squeezed Tom’s hands that were locked around her waist. “I trust you, Tom,” she promised.

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Kk so it 2 in the morning and I’m horny so fem reader x tom Holland or Nathan Drake which ever you prefer where tom/ Nathan is always cocky in public and reader is shy and quiet but In bed the opposite and reader is like really dominant and stuff and Tom/Nathan is kinda like babyish idk only if your ok with it tho tyyyyy

talkative

warnings: smut; (unprotected sex, cockwarming, dirty talk), fluff, and language

note: i wrote this very fast because i feel bad for procrastinating my other writings :) also, i’m not a huge fan of sub!male but i tried it anyway (probably won’t do again)

(slight) sub!ceo!tom x (slight) dom!reader

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“we made it official in january,” tom chats with his co-worker, harrison, and his wife that are seated across the table from you. tom squeezes your hand on the white-cloth table. tonight was a simple dinner with tom’s best employee who has been working with him for years. they grew to be great friends over time.

“you always did know how to close a deal,” both men share a hearty laugh while you smile softly at tom. he returns a smile graciously, making your chest bubble with love.

even months after the wedding, that honeymoon feeling never faded away. every day with tom was like a dream. you couldn’t have asked for anyone or anything else.

“well, you two make just the loveliest pair,” harrison’s wife compliments with a fond expression. yours and tom’s smiles deepen with love and warmth as you stare into each other’s eyes.

“we do, don’t we, darling?” tom puts an arm around your shoulders and pulls you in for a forehead kiss. a heated rush runs through your head at the action. you were never good at pda; it always made you flushed and you couldn’t hide how it affected you.

you talked little throughout the rest of the dinner. sure, if someone asked you a question or two you’d answer, but you were never the most talkative. you grew up a listener, curious to hear what others had to say. however, when it was just you and tom, you were more open and detailed when you spoke.

especially when it came to the bedroom. you didn’t know you were that talkative until you met tom. well, until you had sex with tom.

it was freeing and comforting to know that there was always someone who was just as curious as you. so, out of curiosity, you married him.

even with separate chairs, you leaned close into tom’s side as the night continued. your hands intertwined under the table, resting on your smooth legs. tom would rub reassuring circles over your knuckles and occasionally kiss your temple to remind you that he was right there. his little actions of care was something that you not only craved but grew to need.

a familiar, fuzzy feeling burned in your lower stomach that you had to endure until you went home.

when the dinner ended, you all said your polite goodbyes and shared charming smiles. tom and you walked toward the car and headed home.

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as tom and you got ready for bed, your need for him was growing uncomfortable.

“tom.”

“yes, baby?”

“i need you.”

with the simplest words, you were crawling over tom’s lap in an instant. your silk nightgown rose to your hips as your legs spread over his hard bulge underneath his boxers.

“you’re already hard?” your hands rested on his muscular shoulders as you rolled your hips in a circular motion. tom groaned and put his hands on your hips to guide you. “poor tommy.”

“‘course i am. looked fucking gorgeous in that dress tonight,” he huffed out as your movements got faster. “fuck. need to be inside you.”

“why should i let you?” you teasingly questioned as you pulled down the delicate straps of your gown, revealing your pebbled nipples. licking your lips, you stopped rolling your hips until tom gave you an answer. he puffed out, irritated at how much control you have over him.

“i waited all night. talked to harry and madeline the whole time so i wouldn’t be too tempted to take you in the bathroom stall,” tom negotiated breathlessly.

“hmm. i guess that’s valid enough,” you shifted your panties to the side while tom hastingly slid down his boxers. his eagerness to be with you always caused a smug smile on your face. you were just as eager, but way better at hiding it clearly.

you rubbed your arousal against his cock, edging you both. without wasting any more time, you lifted your body up and angled his cock deep inside of you. you both hiss at the feeling as if you’ve never been together. but your bodies knew each other more than anyone else you knew.

his smooth, rough hands caress your sides as you pick up your pace. your breasts bounce as both of your moans collide in the heated air. your hands crawl around his neck and dig into his scalp. your cunt squeezes his cock causing him to whimper with a rough bite of his lips.

“k-kiss me,” tom moans with his head moving loosely.

“what, no ‘please’?”

“baby, please fucking kiss me,” his fingers twist your nipples, nearly stealing all your words from you. you bite your lip at the pinch of pain, leaning into his touch.

“that’s more like it.”

your lips crash together in a burning kiss. the fire between you two never seemed to dwindle, and you both melted together as if you were one. your hips never ruined their accelerated pace, even when tom began to thrust up into you.

the additional movement had you both moaning and groaning desperately against each other’s mouths. too immersed in tom’s lips, you were blind to notice tom slipping his hand between you both. he slyly rubs your throbbing clit, getting you closer to your orgasm.

sweat dampened at your foreheads while your legs burned from the vertical repetition. you felt tom’s cock twitch inside of you, alerting you that he was very close.

“come inside of me. i need your cum in me, tommy,” you encouragingly demanded in shaky breaths. obeying, tom releases inside of you, coating your walls.

“come with me, darling,” tom directed. you clutch around his length, squeezing everything out of him. the sensation of his fingers and his orgasm have you coming right soon after. he guides your hips as you ride out your blissful highs together.

all that can be heard are your panting breaths and your racing hearts as your forehead falls onto his shoulder. tom caresses and rubs your back, cock still sitting warm inside of you. neither of you make any movements, too afraid to ruin the euphoric experience. you both close your eyes, but know better than to fall asleep like this. you both know you’d feel sore and achy if you didn’t lay down on the bed.

but you wanted his cock to stay warm and tucked into you forever.

“c’mon, darling, let’s go to sleep,” tom insists, slowly lifting you up.

“but i want you in me,” you whine, not caring how dramatic you may sound. tom reassures you that he’ll slide back inside of you once you’re lying down.

tom’s body disconnects from yours and you feel a wrath of coldness flood your body. you remove your panties completely and discard them somewhere across your bedroom floor.

once you’re laying down comfortably, tom fulfills his promise and gently slides back into you. you hum at the satisfying thickness and fullness that fills you. you can’t help but rub your ass into him, causing him to hiss from behind you.

“goodnight, you minx,” tom tucks your hair to the side and kisses your cheek lovingly.

“goodnight,” you smile, all warm and cozy.

it’s easy to fall asleep when you’re entwined with the love of your life.

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Hands to Myself || Part 1

Plot: After being introduced to Harrison by your best friend, Tom Holland, the two of you form a practically inseparable bond that quickly goes from friendship to an unexpected one-night-stand. You both choose to keep it a secret, but you sure as hell won’t be keeping your hands off of each other anytime soon.

Pairing: Reader x Harrison Osterfield

Warnings: smut, swearing

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Imagine this. You wake up in your best friend’s bed with no clothes on and 30 texts on your phone from your other friends asking where you went during the party, concerned that something might have happened to you.

Well, that’s how this story started. I was working as a sound and light technician on a film in London when I met Tom Holland. We became good friends. He then introduced me to Zendaya, who was more of a sister to me now. Much later on in the friendship he told me he wanted me to meet his best friend. That’s how I met Harrison.

It was an almost instant connection. We liked all the same things and had the same sense of humor. Within hours, I felt like I had known him for years. Our friendship only grew over the coming months. Texting late into the night and spending days together in our free time became the norm for us. It was nice to have someone I could be myself around, my whole self.

My friends and co-workers began to take notice of how much time I spent with him, questioning what was going on between us. I told them that although I found him extremely attractive, we were just friends, nothing more between us. It was completely platonic and that wasn’t a lie. But things quickly changed.

On the night of the movie premiere the cast, the crew, fellow celebrities and influencers, and their friends and family, met at the local club for a huge party to celebrate the premiere. We spent the night dancing and having the time of our lives. I don’t partake in alcohol, I don’t need it to have fun. Surprisingly, most of us weren’t drinking that much that night anyway. Some people were tipsy but not drunk.

During one point in the night, I had been dancing with Tom, Zendaya, and Harrison. Tom and Zendaya took a break to get a snack, leaving just me and Harrison together. We continued dancing together, sandwiched inside the huge crowd. I soon realized how close we had gotten to each other and got a shiver up my spine when I felt his hand on the small of my back to pull me closer. The back of my dress was cut super low in the back, so he was just touching my skin.

I didn’t exactly know what was happening between us in the moment but I didn’t put too much thought into it since I was hypnotized by his bright blue eyes and the way his body felt swaying against mine. The tension in the air between us was thick, so thick in fact that I wondered if the people around us could feel it too, but nobody really seemed to notice. At one point he leaned down and whispered in my ear asking if I wanted to leave early with him and with the way he was making me feel I sure as hell wasn’t say no.

We snuck out quickly before anyone could see and got a cab back to the hotel. As soon as we got into the elevator and those doors closed, his lips were on mine. It was addicting, he was like a drug I didn’t know I needed. It would sound crazy to most people that someone who claims their relationship is strictly platonic would be furiously locking lips with their supposed best friend in an elevator, on the way to hook up in a hotel room when they should be at a party, but at the time I don’t think either of us cared.

When the doors opened, we had to force ourselves to pull away. We walked down the hallway to his room, quickly unlocking the door with the key-card, and stumbling into the room as I pressed my lips to his again. The door slammed behind us and after that….well…..you can probably guess what happened next.

When we woke up the next morning I had tons of texts from concerned friends asking where I was and why I wasn’t answering. I simply lied and said I was so tired that I left the party early and promptly went to bed as soon as I got to the hotel. They didn’t have to know that it was Harrison’s bed and that we didn’t actually sleep. At that moment, Harrison and I agreed to keep the whole thing our own dirty little secret.

• • • • •

It’s been a few months since then and not much has changed, other than the fact that it’s hard to keep our hands off each other. I spend most weekends at Harrison’s flat, sometimes even during the week.

This morning I woke up to remember that last night was one of those nights. I had met Harrison and a few friends for dinner and after our meal we couldn’t help ourselves. It was like some kind of magnetic pull towards each other. It wasn’t toxic, it wasn’t manipulative. In no way was it unhealthy, we were just kind of addicted to each other in the healthiest way possible.

I rolled over, hitching my leg up over his hip and resting my head on his bare chest.

“Morning baby girl” I heard him say in his raspy morning voice.

I smiled up at him “morning”

“You want some breakfast?”

I looked at him raising an eyebrow “do you even need to ask me that?”

He chuckled and sat up in bed, knowing damn well I’d be hungry. He pulled on his jeans and tossed me his tshirt to wear. I pulled on my panties and his shirt then followed him down to the kitchen.

It had become a routine that every time I spent the night he’d make pancakes in the morning. I sat on the counter and watched him prepare breakfast, my eyes glued to his toned back muscles on full display since he hadn’t put a shirt on.

Over the past few months I had been feeling different about him, and I knew he felt the same for me since we had talked about it several times. We really liked each other, but decided to keep the affair a secret until we decided whether or not to make it official. For now it was basically a friends-with-benefits, for lack of a better term. The only difference is that we actually had feelings that went way deeper than just lust.

We never showed it in public or around friends, but when we were alone there was that burning desire to be close to each other. I often had to fight the urge to touch him when it wasn’t just the two of us, and dammit was it hard to do. I was even struggling to do that while watching him make breakfast. The only thing holding me back was the fact that I was starving and I knew if I touched him now we’d end up back in the bedroom instead of eating.

Eventually we sat down at the table to eat and put the dishes in the dishwasher afterwards. No sooner did I start the wash cycle and Harrison had lifted me up onto the counter, his lips trailing kisses up and down both sides of my neck.

“Mmm” was the only thing that came out of my mouth in a pleasured hum.

“Do you have plans for today?” He asked me, still kissing my neck.

“Yeah, but none of them involve leaving this flat” I said giggling softly.

“Good”

He lifted me off the counter and gently pushed me against the wall kissing me hard. I wrapped my leg around his waist to pull him closer. He pressed his body against mine, holding onto my hips as our lips molded together.

Eventually he picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. He carried me back into his bedroom where he laid me down on the bed, hovering above me as he kissed me harder. He only pulled away to take off the shirt of his that I was wearing, as well as his jeans. I wasn’t wearing a bra so at the moment I only full display for him.

Before he could resume his position above me I was already pulling him down on top of me, craving his lips against mine, and the feeling of his bare skin. I could hear a soft moan emerge from his throat as I allowed my hands to roam his toned chest and abs, which only made me want him more and he knew it.

Before I could initiate anything I felt his hands trail down to my panties and pull them to the side. He started to rub my clit slowly. I started to breathe a bit heavier as he picked up the pace, eventually plunging two finger inside me. I was already dripping so his foreplay was pointless, but I enjoyed it nonetheless, well sorta, I was kinda impatient.

“Mmm, no more teasing” I said arching my back a bit.

He chuckled and pulled his fingers out. He pulled off my panties then proceeded to take his boxers off. As I watched him line himself up to me I could practically feel him in me already. But that wasn’t anything like the real thing. Finally I felt him plunge into me and let out a small moan, my moans only getting louder as he picked up the pace.

I was so focused on the feeling of him that when I heard my phone go off, I nearly jumped out of my skin. He slowed down and I looked up at him. “It might be work” I said.

He pulled out of me and I reached over to answer. It was just a friend.

“Hello……no I’m busy today…..yeah, I’m out of town, visiting my sister….I will…..okay, bye.” I said, before hanging up and looking over at Harrison. “It was just Rachel, she wanted to go shopping”

I took a deep sigh of relief. Lying to my friends about where I was and what I was doing was still so hard. I desperately wanted to tell them that Harrison and I were in an unofficial relationship, mostly just sleeping with each other, but I couldn’t. But at the same time, it was our little secret and it was exciting to be carrying that around.

I eventually pulled away from my train of thought and looked back over at Harrison. He was lounging against the bed frame so I moved over to him and straddled his lap, smirking at him. “Where were we?”

He smirked and pulled me closer to him kissing me passionately “it’s kinda hot when you lie about where you are” he said with a soft breathy moan.

I giggled “I’m glad you think so, I’d rather be here anyway” I said as I started to grind on his lap. I couldn’t wait another second so I lined his tip up with my center and slid down on him quickly. Clearly he wasn’t expecting it.

“Fuck {y/n}!” He moaned out as I started riding him quickly, bouncing hard.

“Mmm, you like that?” I moaned as I continued going. I wasn’t always very dominate over him, but when I was it drove him crazy.

I continued riding him until he couldn’t take it anymore and took control again. He flipped us over and thrusted deep into me, causing me to moan loudly “oh fuck, fuck yes!”

He pinned my hands above my head and kept going. I gripped his hands tightly, arching my back as I could feel every single thrust, every inch of him inside me. When we weren’t together, I could still feel him inside me, that’s how good the sex was, and that kept me coming back to him every time, even if I knew it was risky to continue this little affair. After all, he was my best friend and who knew how this would affect our friendship in the end. But at the moment I didn’t care, I had him right where I wanted him and he had me.

At some point during our session he bottomed out so deep inside me that we both moaned so loud we thought we’d shatter the windows. He continued to hit the same spot repeatedly and I could feel myself squeezing him tightly.

“I’m close babygirl” he moaned loudly.

“Me too! Don’t stop!” I said grinding on him as he continued.

Eventually I hit my climax and he did a moment or two later. He rode out our highs then kissed my forehead before laying down beside me so we could catch our breath.

I rolled over to cuddle up into his side as I kissed him on the cheek. I looked at the clock on the wall, it was only 9:45 am. We still had the whole day ahead of us. I had absolutely no intentions of leaving Harrison’s flat, in fact, I might even be staying another night.

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To be continued….

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Panel Chaos

Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Jared Padalecki x reader platonic, Tom Holland x reader platonic, Jensen Ackles x reader platonic

Request: Hey there again! I had another idea for a request like Tom Holland meeting Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles bc I feel like they give the same energy:)

Request by: @theslayerofthevampires

*not my gif*

Summary: Your co-star meets your other co-stars

A/N: I didn’t really know how to end it- sorry!!

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“-so, yeah, I’d say there’s lots of pranks going around on set.” You snickered into the microphone.

To each side of you, your co stars began sobering up after the cackling that had taken place at the story you just told in response to a fan question.

The panel was going smoothly, Comic Con once again a success in your eyes as you sat in between Jared and Jensen for your last interview of the day.

You played their younger sister in the show, Supernatural, for the past four seasons now, and it was safe to say that you loved working on that show with your whole heart. The actors just made it even better.

All of a sudden, before another person could move to ask a question, the whole crowd let out one large, collective gasp that had your eyebrows furrowing in confusion along with Jensen and Jared’s.

“What? What is it? Is something on my face?” You hurriedly began swiping at your forehead with the back of your hand.

Then, everything went dark and you let out a small shriek of surprise. Someone had covered your eyes.

“Guess who,” A british voice you knew all too well floated through your ears.

“Tom!” You squealed in pure joy, leaping from your seat- practically dropping your microphone in the process- and turning around to give the man a large hug.

Several ‘awes’ of adoration sounded through the crowd at the action.

You pulled away from the brunette man after a moment with a large grin, “What’re you doing here?”

He smiled back, “A little birdie told me that you had a panel going on right now. My interview just got out so I asked around with some of the staff and they said it would be fine to drop by for a moment.”

Tom Holland was most famously your co-worker in various marvel movies that you starred in as Peter Parker’s sister, and you hadn’t seen the man in over five months due to conflicting work schedules.

“You gonna introduce us?” Jared’s voice filled the area and you could practically hear the teasing smile behind it.

“Right,” You spun around to face the two of them, as well as the rest of the crowd, while some staff brought out an extra seat and microphone for the man, “Guys, this is Tom. Tom, this is Jared and Jensen.”

“Hey, man,” Jensen greeted, shaking his hand, “Good to meet you.”

“You as well,” He answered back politely, “I’ve heard many things about the two of you.”

“All good things I hope.” Jared hopped it.

Tom slowly turned with a mock awkward look towards the audience, leading them to roar with laughter, you and the others joining along with giggles of your own.

“No, seriously though, of course I’ve heard some great things.” He chuckled a little bit when he rephrased.

Jared pressed his lips together, acting as if he was mad, “I can’t say the same about you.” Before dramatically whipping his head to face the other way.

The crowd was going crazy.

Through the bright lights, you could squint and see people that were doubling over in laughter that never seemed to end.

“So,” Jensen spoke into a mic, a wicked grin on his face, “I heard that you and Y/n, have been working together for years… any embarrassing stories you have about her?”

Your eyes widened and you quickly flew from your seat and slapped a hand over Tom's mouth, “No!” You shrieked, “No! No stories!”

The poor crowd hasn’t seemed to have caught their breath once since Tom appeared on stage.

You threw a glare in Jensens direction, “Not funny.” You said through gritted teeth.

He just laughed though, knowing it was all for show.

Finally, you relinquished your hold on Tom and wagged a warning finger in his face, “Don’t you dare, Mister. Or I’ll call your mother.” You threatened.

His eyes widened, no doubt with real horror this time, “You wouldn’t.”

“I would.” You crossed your arms determinedly over your chest.

“She does the same thing to us,” Jared gaped.

“Always threatening to call our wives.” Jensen continued.

All three men shuttered in sync.

[waratah-moon]

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[justsomerandomfanfic]

Wow, What A Coincidence - Tom Holland X GN Reader

Title: Wow, What A Coincidence

Tom Holland X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's friend Y/F/N (Mentioned)

WC: 1,585

Warnings: None really, pure funny fluff, oh and Tom's not an actor

Standing at your bathroom mirror, you tug at your shirt one more time before looking over at yourself in your mirror smoothing out your hair. You take a step back, look at yourself again, and nod in satisfaction. Checking your phone, your Lyft driver was ten minutes away, so you grabbed your bag and made sure you had everything you needed before leaving your room and heading to the door. Slipping on your shoes, you waited by the door for your Lyft. 

Your best friend had set you up on a blind date. You weren't that excited for it, considering that all the other blind dates she sent you on ended terribly. The first guy, Walter, was terrible. He was controlling, you could tell by how he picked your food for you. Then there was Jack. He was okay at the start but couldn't, or wouldn't, pay any attention to you and flirted with the waitress. And then after that was Josh. He seemed attentive, caring, but then he wouldn't stop talking and talking about this new app he was making called Healthavetica. You were beginning to regret even agreeing to go to this one. But, your friend said that this guy was super sweet. And one of her co-workers, so she knew you would like him.

Yeah right.

Hearing a car horn, you grabbed your keys and opened your front door, locking it behind you. You checked your watch as you walked down your gravel driveway and up to the car, you were an hour early. You mentally shrugged before leaning down at the passenger window. 

"You Y/N?" He asked and you nodded, hopping into the back seat and shutting the door. Getting comfortable and buckled, you looked over at your driver, shocked at how surprisingly handsome he was. Short brown hair that was styled back, sharp jawline. His brown eyes seemed kind and warm as they met yours through the rearview mirror. A smile pulled at his lips as he glanced over at you.

"I'm Tom, I'll be your driver for this evening." He introduced himself as he pulled out and back onto the road.

"I'm Y/N, but you already knew that..." You laughed lightly, fidgeting with your fingers.

After a moment of driving, Tom spoke, "So... Do you wanna chat? Or are you a 'quiet for the entire ride' sort of person?" He had a nice accent, which surprised you. British, you would guess. "I just know that some people like to lend an ear or vice versa." He added quickly as you just nodded with an understanding smile.

"Oh, no. I get it. I'm totally down to talk if you are." You watched as Tom smiled, before turning down another street.

"Awesome, wanna play twenty questions? That's always fun." He asked, making you laugh.

"Do you play that with all your passengers?" You asked, a small smirk on your face, only for Tom to chuckle.

"Only the cute ones." He answered back, surprising you a little before you spoke up again.

"Well," You began, trying to tame the blush on your face from his abrupt compliment, "What's your favorite color?”

"Mine's blue." He chuckled again and gave you a look briefly through the mirror. "I'm surprised you didn't go for a different type of question."

You tilted your head to the side, "What do you mean?"

Tom shrugged as he stopped at a red light, "I mean, like what I think about climate change or something." He laughed awkwardly, driving again as the light turned green.

“Oh,” You began, running a hand through your hair, “Well, I like asking people easy questions. Especially personality questions. It helps me better know people. I can know what type of person someone is by their view on social matters, yes, but I feel like I can understand someone better by knowing what their favorite cereal is, for example. If ya get what I mean.” You sort of ranted, as Tom nodded in his seat.

"I get that." Tom answered. "Nowadays, people ask the weirdest and most confusing questions. It’s hard to answer them sometimes."

You both fell silent, watching the cars pass by as Tom drove down the long stretch of road. 

"So, what's your favorite animal?" Tom asked you, glancing at you in the mirror.

"Y/F/A." You quickly answered with a smile. 

"Gosh, those things are adorable." Tom gushed, as he turned into the parking lot. "I want one, but I already have my dog, Tessa. She’s already a lot to handle"

You unbuckled, "She sounds adorable." You commented, grabbing your bag.

"She is." Tom answered, "Well, this is your stop, have a nice night, Y/N." He spoke as you opened the door.

"Thank you, you have a nice night too, Tom." You answered before you shut the car door, adjusting your bag as you headed into the restaurant. 

Tom sat in the car for a moment before pulling out of the parking lot. He had to get home quickly so he could get ready. He didn't want to be late.

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Sitting at a back table, you scrolled through social media on your phone as you waited out the clock. Your mind was racing as was your heart. You hoped that this guy your friend was setting you up with wasn't like the others. Checking your clock on your phone, it read 5:56, with only a couple of minutes left. Hearing the restaurant door's bell jingle, you didn't bother to look up. You then heard someone clear their throat. Looking up, your eyes widened.

"Tom?" You asked, as Tom looked down at you confused.

"Y/N?"

You laughed awkwardly, "Funny coincidence. Didn't know this was where everyone went to get dinner. Popular place."

Tom smiled bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, actually, I am here to meet someone."

"Oh," Your eyes widened in surprise. Of course, this handsome bachelor was meeting someone, just your luck. "Do you want to sit down and wait? It can be quite lonely to wait alone." You offered and Tom smiled, taking a seat in the booth seat across from you. 

Checking his watch, Tom bit his lip. "I guess they ran into some traffic." He mumbled as you frowned softly.

"Don't worry, my date is running a bit late too."

You spent the next few minutes playing with the bent edge of your menu, Tom checking his watch every now and then, a worried, yet sad expression on his face.

Tom then looked up at you, hiding his fidgeting hands under the table, "Who are you supposed to be meeting?"

You shrugged, playing with the wrapper of your straw, "I don't know. My friend set me up on this blind date, and I hope to god that this guy isn't another jerk."

"Huh," Tom exclaimed, "I don't know mine either. Also a blind date."

You made a small sound of shock before speaking, "Wow, a lot of people are going on blind dates nowadays." Before you laughed softly, "I don't know why people don't just use Tinder."

Tom smirked slightly, "Not everyone likes to be catfished." 

A huge smile rose on your face, "Dude! Same, half the reason why I asked my friend to sort of help me out with this dating stuff. I'm not that great at it." You remark, taking a sip of your water.

Tom bit his lip momentarily, “Do most of your dates end up being jerks?” He asked and you nodded solemnly.

“Unfortunately, it’s a curse really. I really hope this guy is good. If not, I might stop this dating stuff for a while.”

Tom nodded in understanding as silence fell over you two again, Tom checking his watch again. "Really late now," He muttered sadly. "Looks like I've been stood up." 

You frowned, "I'm sorry, Tom. Who even set this blind date up for you? They seem just as bad as mine." You tried to joke but Tom shrugged, eyes downcast to the table before him.

"My coworker. Works in Technetics a floor below me. She said she found the most perfect match for me and that I had to trust her." Tom rolled his eyes, "I guess I shouldn't do that anymore."

You froze in shock, "Uh, Tom... Is your co-worker's name Y/F/N? By any coinichance?" You swallowed thickly.

Tom looked up at you with a very shocked expression, "Yeah, how did you know-”

You both stared at each other before you both broke out into laughter.

"I can't believe this! You are my blind date!" You exclaimed as Tom nodded in agreement.

"Wow, this is… This is so weird.” Tom mumbled, running a hand through his hair.

You placed your hand on your cheek, resting your elbow on the table as you gazed at him. "Well, I am glad it's you." You admitted before you sighed. “From the drive over, I could tell you were not a jerk.”

"Me too." Tom answered softly, you watched as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink before his eyes widened, “I mean, I didn’t think you were a jerk. I mean that I also am glad that my date is you.” He rambled nervously, making you laugh lightly.

"Sooo," You began, smirking lightly, "Do you wanna play twenty questions?" You asked only for Tom to laugh lightly before answering.

"Do you play this with all your blind dates?" He asked, as you gently shook your head.

"Only the cute ones."

[merrellholland]

Secret Santa → t.holland au

A/N: Hi everyone! So sorry that I have been inactive, I was completely busy for the past couple of weeks. But I've written a holiday one-shot, hope you enjoy! Happy Holidays <3

Part Two

Pairing: co-worker!single-parent!tom holland x fem!reader

Warning: swearing, but not that much

Word Count: 3.9k

It's the dreaded annual holiday party at work, there are cheesy party games, forced fun, and a bunch of people who would rather be doing anything else. And, of course, there is a Secret Santa. Last week, each person had to draw a piece of paper from a hat. This would determine who they have to buy a gift for. As you drew the name of Tom Holland who came from the accounting department, your heart dropped. “Seriously?” You thought, “Out of all the people there were, you just had to pick him”. Tom Holland is someone who you like to call, a wet blanket. Always knows how to ruin the vibe and knows how to spoils other people's fun by failing to join in and/or disapproving of their activities. You despised him so much, to you, he had no personality.

You kept saying to yourself, “I’ll buy the gift later”. But then as you kept saying that, you had come to a realization that the party was today and you still didn’t have a present for Tom. You didn’t know what to get him, and you definitely didn’t want to spend that much money on his gift. You sighed, you were currently at the stationary store, buying/restocking your supplies. You finally decided to just get him a pack of colorful pens he would probably never use. You proceed to check-out and then head home.

As you were at your apartment, you quickly put the pack of pens in a gift bag and then change into an outfit that was more presentable for the party. You then also quickly realized that the part was in twenty minutes, so you rushed out of the door, hoping that you could make it on time so your boss doesn’t get mad at you.

Luckily, you were just on time, everyone had their refreshments and they were just starting the gift exchange. You quickly sat down next to your mutual co-worker and listened to how the gift exchange would work. To sum it up, the coordinator of the party would take each gift, call out the name that was on the gift, and then give it to that person. The process was pretty simple.

As you were caught up in the delicious pink lemonade you had, your name was called. You looked up and the coordinator gave you your present. As everybody watched you open your Secret Santa gift, you plastered a big fake smile. As you ripped off the wrapping paper, you expected nothing exciting. But as you slowly identified the gift, your heart started racing and your facial expression changed to a genuine and beautiful smile. The gift was a snow globe that matches the one you had as a child but lost when you moved to college years ago.

How would somebody know about this? Who knows you this well? You look at the bottom of the snow globe and find a small handwritten note attached to it: "I hope you like this gift. It was difficult to find, but seeing you smile will be worth it. From your secret admirer <3” You smiled while reading it and then looked around the room, wondering who it could be but are left in the dark.

…

A few days has passed from the Secret Santa event, and you were still eager to find out who this secret admire of yours was. You were currently sitting at your desk, scheduling appointments, receiving and answering emails, and providing customer service. As you were working, you bit your lip in frustration. You needed to find out who this mystery person is. After much debating in your head, you finally got out of your chair and headed towards the manager’s office.

You knocked on the door. The manager then said, “Come in!” and with that you entered. You greeted him and then asked him the question you were here for. “Good morning sir, um look so this is a question more on the non-professional side, but I was wondering if there was any way I could know who my Secret Santa was?” You asked, not expecting anything much, expecting your manager to laugh.

Instead, he gave a an answer you never thought you would have expected. “Uh yes, of course I can check for you Y/N. Just give me a second.” You nodded and gulped, butterflies exploding in your stomach. You were hoping that this secreted admire of yours can be blossomed into something more. As you were fantasizing this potential romance, your manager finally spoke up, “Seems like your Secret Santa is Tom Holland from the accounting department.”

Your lips parted, you were in complete shock. There is absolutely no way that a wet blanket like him would gift you something so valuable. You denied, “W-What? I’m sure there’s some mistake sir.” You replied, only to be answered with, “I’m not lying Y/N, you can come see for yourself if you would like.” He responded.

You walked towards his computer and tried to find your name in the spreadsheet. The spreadsheet was divided into one column of the receiver and another column for the Secret Santa. As you found your name in the receiver column, you found Tom Holland’s name next to yours in the Secret Santa column. He really was your Secret Santa.

Your manager then just spoke up, “Is there a problem Y/N?”. You gulped and stood straight, “N-No, no problem sir.” He nodded, “Good, I suggest you get back to working then.” he replied. You nodded your head and went back to your work area. As you continued to work, you just couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that Tom Holland, a person who you loathed, was able to gift you something so valuable for Christmas. You started to feel guilty for just gifting him a pack of pens. You could just imagine the disappointment on his face. He probably did his research and took the time and effort to give you the snow globe while you just took a trip to the stationary store and bought the first thing you saw. The feeling of guilt was killing you inside, you had to do something.

…

After a long two hours of work, everyone had a 40 minute gap for lunch. You quickly searched on your computer which floor the accounting department was in, as you found out that it was at the 21st floor, you quickly cleaned up your desk. You then walked at a rather fast pace towards the elevator and quickly entered inside, pressing the button that would get you to the 21st floor. You bit the inside of your cheek, thinking about what to say to him. The elevator finally opened and you quickly rushed out of it.

As you entered the accounting side of the massive office building, you franticly searched around for the man with brunette curly hair. After searching for quite some time, you finally found his desk. You found him, sitting down on his cushioned chair while eating pasta and looking at his phone while smiling. The butterflies inside your stomach grew exponentially, how could someone who you despise give you so many new feelings? You took a deep breath in, it’s now or never.

You walked up to him and stood right in front of him. You saw his pause his eating and then look up at you. You met his chocolate brown eyes, and it was at that moment you knew you were screwed. Your impulsive behavior will now turn into an embarrassing moment, but there was no turning back now. You sharply took in another deep breath, “Hi Tom.” You simply stated. He put down his container of pasta and his phone on his desk, giving you his undivided attention. “Good afternoon Y/N, is there a reason why you need to speak with me?” He responded, looking annoyed. You gulped, attempting to maintain a confident tone, “Yes actually. I would like to know if you were the person who gifted me the snow globe during the Secret Santa exchange.”

Tom’s cocky expression quickly disappeared, his eyes widening and his cheeks turning red. “U-Uhm y-yeah I did, why do you want to know?” he asked. You bit your lip, here is goes you thought, “Well, I was the one who gifted you the pack of pens, and I felt bad because you gifted me this amazing gift and I gave you this lame gift–“ “Hey, it wasn’t lame. Those pack of pens actually came to use.” Tom interrupted. You were shocked. He was about to elaborate, but then he realized that it would mean to have to talk about his daughter with you. One thing that nobody in the work place knew about Tom was that he was a single parent. He was a father to a beautiful baby girl, whom he loved dearly. But he wasn’t ready to talk about that aspect of his life with anyone.

Tom then snapped out of his thoughts, “Anyway, you would always talk about this special snow globe so I decided to gift you one that I thought was similar.” he said as if it was nothing. Your lips parted, “Y-you mean you actually listen to me in group conversations?” you asked while your heart fluttered. Tom started stuttering, “W-Well I m-mean–“

You quickly interrupted him, “I can’t believe that I actually hated you” you muttered to yourself but loudly enough for him to hear. Tom scrunched his eyebrows, “Ouch.” he says. You then look at him, “Well we have thirty minutes left before lunch ends, so let’s try to get to know each other better.” You suggested, he smiled a little, “Yeah sure, that sounds great” he said.

…

As the work day came to a close, you packed up everything. As you were about to get up from you seat, you felt someone’s presence. You turned your head only to be met with those same brown eyes. Tom. “Hey, I don’t know if you have plans or anything, but I had a really good thirty minutes with you,” You felt yourself starting to smile, “Um, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to hang out at my place?… maybe have some dinner?” He said, you could tell that the was completely nervous. You bit the inside of your cheek, “Are you asking me out on a date?” you said while smirking. Tom was a blushing mess, but you quickly responded, “Cause if you are, I will gladly say yes.” With that, the both of you smiled at each other.

Since you both came to work in your own cars, he gave you the address to his apartment. When you got in your car, you were filled with excitement and was also nervous. You didn’t know what to expect, for crying out loud you were having dinner with the guy you use to hate. There were many possible outcomes, but you were hoping for a positive one.

…

You both got to his apartment at the same time, you stood behind him as Tom unlocked the door with his keys. Tom then started saying, “Alright so–“ but then was interrupted when a little girl ran up to him, hugging him and exclaiming, “Daddy!”. Tom’s eyes widened and so did yours, was he a married man who was cheating? You thought inside your head. Before Tom got a chance to explain himself, a woman came up to the door which only confirmed your suspicions of him being a married man. The woman then said, “Hey Tom! Nora has been waiting for you all day, so I’ll leave you to it. See on Monday!” With that, she simply took her handbag and left the apartment.

You slowly back away, “Tom, if your a married man I don’t–“ Tom interrupted, “I’m not a married man Y/N trust me. That was Audrey who is my…” You waited for Tom to finish his sentence, “Your what?” You questioned as you were in disgust. Tom sighed, “She is the babysitter for my…” he took a pause, “for my daughter, Nora.” Before you had time to process the information you were just given, Nora who was a small human being, walked up to you and wrapped her tiny arms around your legs. You looked down only to see her head looking up at you. Nora them muttered, “Your really pretty.” You laughed a little bit, “Why thank you Nora.” You said while smiling down at her.

Nora started smiling at you and then started to gasp in excitement, “Are you going to be my mommy?!” Your eyes widened for what seems liked the hundredth time, there were to many events happening in one day. “U-um well you see–“ you started but then Tom took over. “Nora, can you please just go inside and wait for dinner?” Tom asked, clearly frustrated. Nora forcefully had to let go of you, “Okay daddy” she said and then walked inside the apartment.

You smiled at her while she was walking back inside with her tiny feet, “She’s cute” you say to Tom. Tom chuckled, “Yeah, she’s defiantly something.” he responds. As you two entered the apartment, you took of your coat and shoes. But you also noticed that Tom was frantically checking his phone, you slowly stood up and glanced at his phone. You saw that he was on the calendar app checking the date, and the he muttered, “Shit.”

“Everything alright?” You asked him. “Y-yeah, it’s just that I thought Nora was supposed to meet her grandparents for the day but it turns out that it’s tomorrow.” Tom responded. You then nodded while he continued to ramble, “I’m sorry Y/N, I know that most people who go on a date don’t expect the other person to have a child and have the whole single parent life–“ “Hey, you have no reason to be sorry okay? You should be proud of yourself.” You say to him. He smiled at you, grateful that you were understanding.

As Tom was preparing dinner in the kitchen, you decided to head to the living room and sit next to Nora on the couch. You approached her slowly and sat down next to her, “Hi Nora” you say to her. “Hi.” she mutters. You bit your lip, trying to keep the conversation alive. “You okay?” you asked her. Nora sighed while leaning her head against the couch, “It’s just that everybody at school says that they have the best mommy in the world and…” she started to sniffle, “I don’t even have a mommy” she whispered. You started to frown, feeling sorry for the child. You tried to comfort her, “Well you may not have a mommy, but I bet that you have an amazing daddy who loves you so much” you say to her. “Yeah I know daddy loves me,” she replies, “but can I tell you a secret?” she asks. You smile at her, “Sure” you say to her.

Nora moves closer to you, “For school today, I told daddy to do an Elsa braid on me… but he could not do it. Daddy is the worst at doing my hair.” she says to you while giggling. You laugh quietly at the thought of Tom trying to french braid a little girl’s hair, “Well maybe after dinner I could give you an Elsa braid, how does that sound?” you ask her. Nora immediately smiled and nodded, she squealed and attacked you with a big tight hug. Which you kindly accepted and hugged her back while laughing.

You then glanced at Tom who was still cooking in the kitchen, you then looked back at Nora. “Hey I’m gonna go help your dad okay?” you told her, she nodded and continued to draw with the pack of pens you bought for Tom. The pens really did come to use, you thought. As you got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen, you greeted Tom. “Hey, you need any help?” you ask Tom. He looked at you, “Yeah, if you could just cut up the mushrooms and broccoli that would be helpful” you nodded and began to cut up the vegetables. There was an awkward silence between you and Tom, you then asked, “If you don’t mind, what happened between you and Nora’s mom?” you asked cautiously.

Tom’s jaw clenched, he continued to make the mashed potatoes while saying, “My wife passed away while giving birth to Nora. It was the worst day of my life, but I knew that she would have wanted me to be strong for Nora. Being a single dad is hard at times, but I’m grateful that I have Nora in my life.” he said shortly, not wanting to talk much about it. You looked at him, “I’m sorry for your loss. I never knew that you were going through this, so I’m also sorry for kinda being a jerk to you.” you said to him. Tom took a deep breath in, “It’s okay you didn’t know.” he said to you while looking into your eyes. You smiled at him and continued to cut the vegetables.

After another 20 minutes, finally, dinner was ready. The three of you sat down at the dining table and started to eat dinner the meal that you and Tom had prepared together. You ask Nora, “Do you like dinner?” Nora responded, “It tastes soooo good!” she says. You and Tom laugh at her reaction, as Tom continued eating he wished in his head that nights like this would occur everyday. He felt like he was part of a family again as he saw the gigantic smile on Nora and you.

As the three of you finished your meals, Tom got up and put all three plates in the sink and washed them. Nora then asked you, “Can you do the Elsa braid now?!”. You smiled at her, “Yes of course, why don’t you bring a hair tie and your hairbrush” you tell her, she agrees and runs to the bathroom. You got up and headed towards the living room, sitting down on the rug. Tom finished cleaning the dishes sitting next to you on the rug. He then said, “So I hope you enjoyed our little date” he tells you. You smile while looking at him, “I most definitely enjoyed it, I would love to do it again” you say to him. He smiled and you, as he was about to say something Nora came back holding a hair tie and her hair brush.

You take the hairbrush and hair tie while motioning Nora to sit down in front of you. You saw Tom’s puzzled face so you tell him, “This little cutie told me that she wanted an Elsa braid” you say to him. He laughs and then asked Nora, “Did you not like daddy’s Elsa braid?” Nora nodded her head ‘no’, “No daddy, it was really bad” she says to him while giggling. Tom watched you carefully comb her hair and then braid her hair, he smiled at you while you were concentrating on the french braid. This was the first time in a long time that Tom felt happy, Tom had a rough couple of years but somehow you were able to make him feel better.

As you finished the braid, Tom told Nora to go brush her teeth and get ready for bed. She sighed, not complaining this time because of the french braid she had. Now it was just you and Tom. “Thanks for not freaking out about the whole single parent deal” he says to you. You look at him, “You have nothing to be ashamed of, I would never freak out… plus I enjoy Nora’s company” you replied. He just looked at you in awe, as you looked into each other’s eyes, it only felt right to lean in. As you both were millimeters away from touching your lips, Nora came in the living room. You both quickly separated from each other, eyes widening at what could have happened.

“Can you tuck me in Y/N?” Nora asks you innocently. You lightly smile at her, “Yes, of course I can” you say to her. You get up from the rug and follow Nora to her bedroom, as you reach the bedroom, Nora gets into her bed. You pull up the pink fairy blanket so that it was touching her chin, she smiles tiredly. Nora then says, “Thank you for giving me the Elsa braid” she says to you, “Anytime” you respond in a soft voice. Nora continues, “And thank you for making my daddy happy again” she says. Your lips parted, butterflies exploding which made you smile uncontrollably. Nora yawns, slowly closing her eyes, she then says something you never would have expected.

“Goodnight mommy” she mumbles. Your eyes widen, your is heart racing. “Wait what did you say?” you whisper to Nora. But there was no response, “Nora, Nora what did you say?” you whispered to her, but it was no use she was already asleep. You again started to smile uncontrollably, the thought of being a motherly figure for someone made you extremely happy. You carefully walked out of Nora’s bedroom and carefully closed the door. You walk towards the living room, biting your lip as you were thinking about what just happened. Tom notices.

“Hey… everything alright?” He asks you. You look up at him smiling, “Yeah everything’s fine” you say. Tom nodded, “What happened?” he says smiling at your smile. You reply, “She called me mommy” you say, Tom’s eyes widen, “O-Oh my gosh, I’m so sorr–“ You interrupted him, “No, no, it’s okay. I don’t mind.” you say.

He smiles at you while you put your coat back on. Tom says, “Well, I had a great time with you” He says. “I had a great time with you too… and with Nora” you say, making the both of you laugh softly. And there it was, the moment where you both looked each other in the eye. You leaned in, and so did he. Your lips finally touched, your arms wrapped around his neck while his were on your waist. Tom felt happiness after so long, he never wanted the feeling to end.

As you both pulled away, you smiled at each other, still in each other’s embrace. “Would you like to go out tomorrow? Just me and you since Nora is going to be with her grandparents.” Tom asks. “Yes I would love that” you reply. Tom smiled, “Great, I’ll pick you up after work” he says. You nodded and headed out the apartment, Tom watching you. As you were about to leave, you stopped yourself. You turned around and kissed Tom once again, Tom was surprised at first but eased into the kiss. You then pulled away, “Thank you” you say to him. He smiled, “Your welcome, and thank you too” he says. You smiled at him and kiss him on the cheek and then walked out of the door.

As Tom closed the door, he smiled to himself. He had never felt this happy for so long. He had a feeling that you were going to be in his life more often.

As you got into your car and started the engines, you smile to yourself. You had a feeling that Tom and Nora were going to be in your life more often.

[holdmytesseract]

A Shoulder to Lean On

Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Request:

"You are one of my favorite writers and I saw you reopened your requests.

I was wondering if you could write a hiddles romance one were he falls for a tall lady about his height but is kinda shy and is extra fluffy (aka overweight) with mental health issues?

No worries if not!" - Requested by a nonny! 😄

Summary: You are a make-up artist, hired to work on the set of 'The Night Manager', where you meet Tom. You clicked immediately. One day, he decides to ask you out, what triggers something dark inside you...

Warnings: angst, fluff, mental health issues, mentions of abuse, swear words

Word Count: 1,5k

a/n: Thank you for requesting and especially for your kind words! It means the world to me! 😊❤ This turned out quite a bit darker than I intended to do, but yeah... I hope you don't mind! 😊🙈 I was struggling with that request a bit, honestly, but I hope I did you proud! 😊

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MASTERLIST

It started off as normal co-workers. Colleagues. Nothing more. Hence, actually not even direct colleagues... More like... acquaintances through work. You never thought that it was possible to turn into something more...

You were a make-up artist and finally landed a big job. You got hired for a series called 'The Night Manager'. It was a big project with a lot of big names. Hugh Laurie, Olivia Colman, Tom Hollander and Elizabeth Debicki. Just to name a few. But the biggest star on set was for you (and probably for a lot of other people as well) - without a doubt, Tom Hiddleston. You were looking forward to this, since you got that job. You secretly admired him and maybe, just maybe, he was your celebrity crush. You had never met him in person before, but you heard from other make-up artist colleagues that he was a dream to work with. Not that you didn't kind of know that already. Tom was a perfect example of a gentleman. You noticed that immediately on the day you finally met him. He was being utterly polite and kind. You liked working with him and being his make-up artist.

After a month on set you literally became his personal make-up artist. So, you got to spend with him several hours each day. You enjoyed it, just as Tom did. It seemed like you guys clicked from the beginning. The chemistry was amazing.

In the third month of filming, Tom decided to make a move. If he trusted the feeling inside his heart and the butterflies in his stomach, he had - without a doubt, positively fallen in love with you. You were an incredible woman in his eyes. So beautiful and kind. A ray of sunshine. His ray of sunshine.

What you didn't anticipate was that Tom could look after you... "Y/N?" His quiet, utterly gentle voice urged suddenly to your ears, causing you to flinch and hug yourself even more. You felt the movement beside you, as he sat down on the little stair as well. You flinched again, when you felt the weight of his big hand on your shoulder blade. "Are you okay? I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to scare you. D-Did I do something wrong?" Those words caused you to lift your head slightly; just enough to peek into his worried baby blues. Never... Never ever before asked you a man that question or was concerned about you. He had never been concerned about you. You quickly squeezed your eyes shut, trying to get those horrific memories locked behind that door again. Tom noticed immediately that something was indeed wrong, when he saw how troubled you became; how your breath quickened and how you started to shake like a leaf in the wind. In that moment, all Tom wanted was to somehow comfort you, make whatever was bothering you so much go away. So, he slowly wrapped an arm around your shoulders. When you didn't flinch this time and neither pulled away, he pulled you gently closer. That was all you needed in that moment. A shoulder to lean on; to cry on. Hesitatingly, you rested your head on the man's shoulder and cuddled closer against his warm body. Tom wrapped his other arm around you as well and just held you close. "It's okay, darling." He whispered in that deep, soothing voice, as you cried against his shoulder. "I'm here."

It was already dark outside, when Tom was on the verge of leaving your make-up trailer. The day had been a long one for all parties... "Thank you, Y/N." The man said and stood up from the chair. You just helped him remove his make-up - the fake blood, bruises and bandages. You smiled shyly at his words. He always did that. "It's my job, Tom." You'd always answer, whereupon he would reply every day: "Which doesn't mean I can't say thank you." You'd just give him another small smile and then you'd always say goodbye to each other and Tom would leave. Well... Not today...

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, as Tom looked down at his hands, fumbling with the hem of his green sweatshirt. Usually, he would wish you a good night now, but it didn't come. Instead, he said something completely different. Something that threw you completely off track. "I, uh, I know it's late and we have a long day behind us, but..." Tom looked up at you again, his beautiful oceanic orbs meeting yours. "I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me? If you want? We could go to the Chinese restaurant down the street, or grab a pizza. Whatever you like." A soft smile graced his lips, while you just stared at him. Had he just asked you out? On a date? Tom freaking Hiddleston had just asked you to have dinner with him. No. No, this couldn't be true. He couldn't mean this. He couldn't. A man like him and a woman like you? No, no, absolutely not. You felt those dark thoughts creeping up inside you. They consumed you, feasted upon your fears and doubts. And suddenly you felt like you couldn't breathe. You needed to get away from here. From him. "S-Sorry." You managed to stutter out, before you literally fled out of the trailer. "Y/N?" You heard Tom calling after you; audibly worried. "Are you okay?" But you didn't answer him and just continued to run. As soon as you reached your trailer, you broke down on the steps, crying. Silent tears were rolling down your cheeks and disappearing in the soft fabric of your blouse. You just hoped nobody saw you like this.

Tom held you, until you calmed down; your breathing returning to normal. Slowly, you pulled away from the comforting hug and wiped away the last stray tears. "T-Thank you." "Of course." He gave you a compassionate smile. "Do you want to talk about it? You don't have to, of course." You thought for a moment about his words. Usually, you were very reserved about this topic; about this part of your life, but then again... You felt like you could trust him - with your life. You felt so safe with Tom. A feeling you didn't have in a long time with a man. So, you took a deep breath and nodded softly. "I-It's... I..." Another deep breath. "My ex-boyfriend... He... He was abusive towards me. Physically and psychologically." Tom's eyes widened at your words. "H-He used me, beat me... Fucked with my mind..." You fumbled nervously with your hands. "It took me over a year to get away from him, a-and two years to get over the trauma. Although, I never got entirely over it. My mental health is damaged. Sometimes something triggers all the memories and well... I end up like this." You gestured towards your red and puffy eyes. Tom was shocked, of course and utterly disgusted by that man. How could someone do this to another human being? He asked himself. The man didn't want to dig deeper in your past, because he didn't want to put you through this. You've been through enough. He didn't need to trigger your memories again. "I-I'm so sorry, Y/N. If I had known, I wouldn't have-" You quickly shook your head, interrupting him. "No, no, this isn't your fault. It's actually mine. Ever since that, I lost trust in men. Whoever tried to get closer to me, I pushed him away. You couldn't know. It's okay, Tom, really." You gave him a small smile, which he returned. He understood now. Why you acted that way. There was just one question in his mind. One thing that he wanted to know. "Why, Y/N? Why was he doing this to you?" You shrugged your shoulder with a sniffle. "Because I'm kind. He... used my kindness. My heart of gold - like my mum used to say. I was – am, easy prey." You snorted out a laugh, shaking your head. "He never loved me. To him, I was the epitome of unattractiveness. A tall, fat bitch - that was the last thing he said to me, before I managed to break free from his grasp." Tom shook his head, couldn't believe what his ears just heard. "No." He shook his head and reached for your hand, gently taking it in his. "You're not, Y/N. You're the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon." Your eyes met his once again, frowning. "R-Really? Y-You don't care that I'm..." You looked insecurely down your body. "Not in the slightest. To me, you are beautiful - from the inside and the outside." You felt how your cheeks reddened; a few butterflies swirling through your belly. You didn't manage to answer something, except for the nervous giggle which left your lips. Tom found it utterly cute and smiled once again at you, before he gave your hand a soft squeeze. "My offer to take you out for dinner still stands. Whenever you feel ready, tell me. I'll be waiting right here for you. I'm not going anywhere." After those words, you were pretty sure, that Tom must be the kindest and sweetest man on earth. "Thank you."

[marvelwitchergilmore]

The Look Of Terror

Summary: Peter Parker x Fe!Reader -> You joined Shield and when you're placed under a certain Team Leader, Peter can't help but worry about you.

Disclaimer: This is more platonic co-worker vibes, I think? Rather than romance? But there is romance in it? Fluff, angst, Peter takes care of the reader. Description of a panic attack, kidnapping, bombs and an asshole of a Team Leader. I'm a little unsure about this one. Comment if you'd like a Part 2???

You were new to the team. 

It was no surprise since you joined a week late into the program that your Team Leader pushed you harder than the rest of them. But you were okay with it, most of the time. In the times where you weren’t, you’d spend a couple hours in the library reading of worlds that didn’t exist - or at least, you hoped didn’t exist. Because, for as much as seeing a fire-breathing dragon would be cool, it could also destroy most of the population of New York in one breath. 

It was six months into the program that Peter finally saw you. 

Not that you had noticed. 

He saw you on your first day of arrival. He heard your name mentioned in passing and that was as far as it went. Until the training rooms had to be pushed into one due to a leak in the women’s bathroom. It was then that you caught Peter’s eye. 

But not because of your looks, although he didn’t fail to notice your beauty. But because of the familiar look in your eyes. 

It took him a while to figure it out; what exactly the look was in the beginning, he couldn’t be too sure. 

For over a month, he studied you. 

You weren’t a part of his team. In fact, you were with a whole other training division. But in the days when he saw you, he studied you as best as he could before it could become border-line creepy. 

He saw you talk to people, but they never became friends with you. You were happy to help out people when they were struggling but most times, you were left on your own. Whilst other groups studied the Shield Handbook together, cutting the 500 page manual into respectable chunks, you sat on your own in the corner. A few people would look over to you and snigger or sneer. One trainee had said aloud about asking you to join them but everyone else shut the idea down right away. You were the rookie. 

What baffled Peter was the fact that the group of trainees, who refused to collaborate with you, were rookie’s too. 

Then, one day, he pulled your file. 

You had the highest test score out of your group. You were intelligent and smart. You had enough strength training to be transferred into a higher level but due to your qualifying status, you would only move up when the rest of the rookie’s did, too. 

So, after all of this, when he found you in the library alone one night, he decided to talk to you. 

“You must know that thing like the back of your hand.” 

Peter saw you jump a little and instantly regretted not making himself known to you sooner. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Oh, no. That’s fine. I-I should be heading home now, anyway.”

“You’ve finished that book three times this week alone. Shouldn’t you be out with the others having a…drink or something?”

“Maybe, but…I kind of prefer my solitude.”

“Ah, the mysterious lonesome type?”

“Some may beg to differ.”

“I’m Peter, by the way.”

“Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

“You’re a part of Abbot's team, aren’t you?”

“Yes. How did you know?”

“I’ve seen your file.”

“You pulled my file?”

“That and I’ve seen him train you twice a week when all agents share the training room.”

A look of realisation crossed over your face. “Oh, shit. Sorry, you’re Agent Parker.”

“Please, call me Peter. Everyone else does.”

“By the handbook says-”

“That all employees refer to their Team Leaders by their working title.” Peter sounded off. “That was something written by Fury to keep HR happy. To be honest, I’ve never really liked it. You’re meant to be a team, and how can that happen if agents are too busy worrying about calling their team leader by their official title.”

“You have a point, but Abbot-”

“Drill it into you.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

“Well, if you ever need anyone to vent to, you can talk to me.”

“Thank you.” Then after a moment of consideration you asked; “Why you?”

Peter nodded. “I worked with Abbot before Barton came back. I’ve seen how he can train those in his team. I’ve also seen that your group doesn’t exactly seem to strive for trust. It can be hard, working alone. Believe me, I would know.”

“Well, thank you.”

The next day, as you sat alone in the cafeteria, you were slightly startled to find Peter place his food tray down in front of you. “May I?”

“G-Go ahead.”

It shocked you a little; how much Peter was trying to talk to you. By this point, you had been in the program almost six months and no one, other than Abbot when he was barking orders, bothered to try and interact with you - on any scale of capacity. 

And, for the following two weeks, it continued to happen. 

Peter would sit down with you in the cafeteria whenever you had a break from training together. He would join you in the library on late nights when he had to make test scores and you were going over the handbook once more. 

But it wasn’t until one evening when Peter noticed you had been a bit off for a couple of days, that he finally asked you what he’d been dying to ask you for weeks. 

There was a distant look in your eyes. Like as if something had crept its way out of the locked box you kept it sealed in, and was slowly making its way to the front of your brain. 

“What happened?”

It took you a moment to adjust back to reality before you could finally hear Peter’s question. 

“What?”

“What happened?”

“When?”

“Before you joined the programme.”

Peter could see you studying him before he saw a wall go up in front of your eyes. “Nothing.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing. Nothing happened. I already told you why I joined Shield.”

Peter said your name, “I know the look of a horrible memory when I see it. What-”

“Nothing. Nothing happened, Peter. So, can you please just drop it?”

“Yes, sorry.”

You pulled the handbook back in front of you and began to skim through it again and again and again. 

Except, that wall that your build would soon crumble, even as you fought for it to stay standing. 

Three weeks later, and not saying a word to Peter, you found yourself in a training day that Abbot had set up without telling anyone. 

“You’re gonna have to stay on your toes. It’s not easy out there, so, first up!” 

Your name was called. 

Others were called after you and you were given five minutes to understand your mission. And it took everything in you not to stop breathing. 

As Peter made his way down to the training room, he found a “friendly” competition. The other Team Leaders had decided to get involved this time round and people were cheering and chanting and others were completely silent. 

And only then did he understand why. 

In the centre of the crowd, knelt three people and in the middle of them was you. 

No one else noticed, but Peter did. 

Your hands, despite the composure you were holding, were beginning to shake. Your eyes seemed glossier than the last time he had seen you and your breathing wasn’t like anyone else's. It was shattered. 

And, as much as he wanted to stop what was happening, he knew if he did, it would probably make it worse. 

Less than 30 seconds later, you were finished on the task in front of you and you stood back. 

“Seven minutes and thirty-six seconds!” Abbot called out your time. 

Peter watched as you turned your back and removed some of the equipment from your body before pushing your way to the back of the crowd. He rounded the corner of the crowd, but he couldn’t find you. 

A few minutes later, he watched as Abbot awarded one of the Rookie’s a gift-card of some kind and a medal. 

“Okay, that’s it for today! See you tomorrow!”

But you were the only one to leave. 

And Peter was hot on your train. 

From the moment you were given your task, your breathing was hitched in your chest and you couldn’t just quite fill your lungs with enough air to stop them from beating against your heart rapidly. 

Throughout the seven and a half minutes it took you to complete the task Abbot had given to you, you had been slowly losing clear vision due to the tears of old memories ripping their way into your mind. 

And once time had finally been called, you just had to force yourself to hold out a little bit longer. 

But, when your legs began to give out on you, you rushed to find a wall to support you. 

And, you did, for a moment. 

Your breathing was unsteady and out of control. Your head felt like it was spinning and you were going to throw up, all the while you could feel every single particle of blood in your body trying to fight its way into and through your heart. 

In a hazy distance, you heard someone call your name and you tried your best to focus and remain in control, but it didn’t work. 

It wasn’t until you heard a door click open behind you and a steady hand lead you inside that you sank to the floor in a weak attempt to try and ground your emotions. 

“Hey, look at me.”

You looked up and recognised the person who had helped you into the room. 

Peter.

You couldn’t speak. So Peter tried his best to calm you. 

“Just focus on my voice. Can you do that? It’s going to be okay. No one can hurt you here. You’re safe. I need you to keep looking at me. Here, pass me your hand.”

Peter took your trembling hand in his and held it against his heart. 

“I need you to try and focus on the beats. Can you do that for me?”

It took you a moment, but when Peter pressed his hand over yours so it pushed further into his chest, you finally felt his heartbeat against your palm. 

You tried your best to keep track of them, counting each one as they came. 

“Okay, good. Now, can you follow my breaths?”

You tried your best to follow his breaths. Breathing in with him, and breathing out just the same. 

It took a while but eventually your breathing returned, though it pained your chest a little when you did take in a deep breath. 

At some point, Peter had moved to sit beside you, placing an arm around you, yet still holding your hand against his chest. 

You didn’t know how long had passed before Peter spoke. It both felt instant and as if forever had passed. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not yet.”

You didn’t want to recount, just yet. You didn’t want to remember, just yet. 

Eventually the light in the room dimmed and you found yourself standing. Peter had taken off his jumper before placing it on you. He had felt you shivering for the last hour but every time he went to move and give you his zip-neck jumper, he felt your hand hold him tighter not wishing him to move. 

At some point, you found yourself inside of your home with Peter by your side, switching the kettle on without having to ask which is your favourite mug. 

Peter didn’t say anything. He just let you sit by your kitchen island and stare at your hands for as long as you needed. 

“It all started about two years ago.” you started, without even meaning to. “I, uh, I had been working the night shift. I worked in an emergency vet surgery. Anyway, one night, two guys came in. They said they had a horse outside that was giving birth but they couldn’t deliver the foul. It wasn’t rare that we got cases like this, so I grabbed my bag and rushed outside. But, instead of a horse trailer with a labouring mare, I found myself being carted off to a farm ten miles out of town.”

Peter slid the freshly made tea across to you before sitting down on one of the stools allowing the corner of the island to come between the both of you. 

“I had…”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me everything. You don’t have to tell me anything.”

You gave Peter a small nod, too emotionally exhausted to try and fight. 

You took a breath. “I had…found myself on a farm and all I remembered was getting hit over the head and when I woke up I was strapped into a ticking bomb.”

You recounted everything to Peter, from the moment when you woke up and what was going through your head, to managing to find your medical bag which they hadn’t hid well, if at all. And, how, from that, you had tried your best to get out and stop the bomb from going off whilst it was still attached to you. 

The fact that you had, by some miracle, managed to get away before it went off and blew up the barn was beyond you. But once Barton had found out, he wanted you in Shield. You had most of the medical training and with some training, you could become a major asset within Shield, helping eventually train medics in the organisation - even if you had started out as a Vet. 

It was safe to say Peter was pissed about Abbot's actions. 

Hell, it was even in the handbook and probably within the file that Abbot would have full access to since he was your Team Leader. 

You, under no circumstance, were to be put into a situation like you had been put in just hours earlier until you had clearance from a licensed medical therapist. And, after a few questions, Peter found that you hadn’t. 

Yes, you had clearance to train. You had clearance to practise. But when it came to something you had been so close with facing yourself? No. 

Again, time passed and before you knew it, you had come back around and your wall had slowly started to build back up. 

“I should probably go to bed. I’ve got a long day tomorrow.”

“Oh, yeah. Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

“Yeah, of course.” You tried to assure him. 

Eventually, Peter got up to leave but looking down at your top, you called out to him. 

“Sorry, here’s your top.”

“Oh, uh, thanks.” Peter turned to leave once again but then turned back. “Oh, here…just in case.”

You looked down and found Peter’s card. It contained his name, office address and his phone number. 

“If Abbot tries something like today again…”

“I’ll be sure to call.” you nodded, though Peter feared that what you were saying had no meaning. That you would continue through it, pushing your emotions against your brick wall as hard as you could before you broke again. 

“I mean it, Y/N. He shouldn’t have done that today.”

“I’ll be okay, Peter. I promise.”

AS the door closed behind him, Peter feared that you had made a promise you couldn’t keep, despite how much he knew you would try to.

[asafeplacetostay]

At first Glance || (Noah Schnapp x Reader)

setting: SAG awards, red carpet.

A/N: the dress in the pic is what I imagined, but you can choose whatever dress you want! Enjoy~

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She excused herself to the bathroom after one and a half hours, the bright flashes of cameras making her stepping clumsy, not taking into account her bruised feet. She'll never wear heels again.

The girl swore it wasn't like three minutes after she left the red carpet when her co-workers started calling and texting her, begging for her to return so they could be interviewed together. 

It's not like she didn't like red carpets, it's just that after a while, the flash of cameras begin to get in your head, and interviewers start to get a little too intense, not to mention nosy.

Why would they need to know who she would choose to date out of all of her co-workers? No one needs or wants to hear that, and they are mostly adults too.

Returning was dreadful, the idea of her headache worsening because of the paparazzi made her rethink all of her life choices, but she had no choice, so she forced a smile, straightened her dress and secretly switched her pointy stilettos with flat shoes. No one would notice right? Why would anyone point a camera at her feet?

Oh god.

As soon as she stepped into the light, cameras were flying to her direction, paparazzi fighting to see who could scream louder so their questions would reach her ear.

She ignored them and sighed as she spotted her co-workers at the distance, her pace quickening but still maintaining a professional and cool posture. As she was walking past a celebrity being interviewed, she couldn't help but look, maybe it was Tom Holland? She would really enjoy catching a glance of him in person.

Her face turned slightly to the right, meeting with a boy her age laughing at something an interviewer had said. 

He was...he was beautiful, that's all she could think of because that boy rendered her completely speechless. All of the following events seemed to happen in slow motion for her, and she grew excited with the sentiment. She was a hopeless romantic after all, and the boy seemed to glow under the artificial lights, his silver-blue suit strangely complimenting his skin color. Ah, stunning.

His eyes found hers for a second, and she grew nervous, too embarrassed to look back at him to catch him staring at her the same way.

The boy sheepishly cut the interviewer off, the question rolling out of his tongue with a way too soft tone as his eyes followed the girl walking away, her hair caressing her upper back elegantly, dress flowing behind her like gentle waves near the shore. He didn't really try to hide that his attention was elsewhere, so why not ask.

"Excuse me," he paused, signaling the girl with his head. "Who is the girl in the (f/c) dress?" he asked, still looking at her now distant figure with a gentle smile and love-struck eyes.

The interviewer turned half of their torso around, eyes shifting through the crowd of celebrities.

"Oh! That's (Y/n), lovely isn't she, she plays the character of Nic's sister in Beautiful Boy, such a good performance, have you seen the movie Noah?" 

Noah slowly shook his head, adding to his mental notes to check the movie out when he arrived home. 

The 'conversation' returned to him in a matter of seconds, so he finished answering some questions before taking off to find his friends, the girl in the gorgeous (f/c) dress still lingering in his mind. 

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A/N: I know there is no sister character in Beautiful Boy, but I made it up so it made sense as to why the reader was in the SAG awards.

[jahayla-parker]

Guess who’s already back???

✍️ I know I sent something in just now, but... I just got this idea!!! How about... Tom and actress!reader doing the buzzfeed kitten interview??? With Tom desperately trying to get her attention and reader not giving him the light of the day because the kittens are all she can think of? Muahahahahah 😏💜

Liaaaa! Thank you for this request for my celebration! It’s sooo cute! I hope you enjoy it; sorry it took so long!

More Than Kittens: Tom Holland X Reader

A Tom Holland x Actress!Reader / Tom Holland x Gf!Reader / Tom Holland x Co-star!Reader Fic

Summary: Tom is jealous over his co-star/actress girlfriend ignoring him when they do the Buzzfeed kitten interview for their latest film.

Warnings: Minor mentions of PTSD (as part of a movie is all, like 2 lines), Tom being cranky I guess lol.

“Ahhhh I’m so excited!” Y/n screams as Tom places his hand on her lower back to guide her into the studio through the side door.

Tom shakes his head but can’t suppress the grin on his face at seeing her in such a great mood.

“Aren’t you excited Tommy?” Y/n giggles turning to look at him over her shoulder.

Tom smiles and shrugs, causing y/n to gasp and glare playfully at him before she turns around.

“But they’re sooo cute!” Y/n argues, clapping her hands in excitement.

“Love, you haven’t even seen ‘em yet. Besides, I’m cuter” Tom teases, rubbing her lower back calmly.

“I just know they’re going to be so cute and fluffy! And cuddly! And, ahhh!” Y/n says, not noticing his flirtation yet she cuts herself off upon seeing one of the Buzzfeed workers carrying a tabby kitten over to the set.

Tom chuckles and rolls his eyes, already starting to feel jealous of the kittens they haven’t even met yet.

“Welcome y/n and Tom! We’re pleased to have you here today” the interviewer greets as they begin recording.

Tom was seated next to y/n and smiles over at her. She looks at him very briefly before something seems to catch her eye.

Her eyes widen and she stretches her arms out in front of her as if asking for a hug.

Tom’s lips curve up at the sides as he adjusts to face her more so he can embrace her.

However, just as he moves his arms ever so faintly, he hears a loud meow behind him and realizes his mistake.

Tom disappointedly lowers his arms back to his lap in a sluggish manner in order to hopefully not draw attention to his misinterpretation.

The Buzzfeed assistant sets the tiny white kitten into y/n’s arms and walks off to get out of the shot.

The kitten is instantly smushed against y/n’s giggling frame as she cradles it and stares at it in adoration.

The interviewer’s laugh pulls Tom from his despondent state before he can frown on camera.

“We’re so happy you two are here to discuss your first joint movie, Whispers of My Past directed by David Fincher” the interviewer comments and Tom smiles and nods at them, before looking over at y/n.

The interviewer laughs, “looks like Tom needs a kitten too”.

Before Tom can protest or debate correcting her as to how it was the kitten he was jealous of not y/n having a kitten, they place two kittens on the set floor near him.

Telling himself to be pouty later when it’s just them, he focuses on the interview and the promotion of their film.

“We heard it is a fairly emotional film. Is that correct?” The interviewer questions, looking up from her place behind the camera.

Y/n nods and mumbles something incoherent.

Tom laughs and with his free hand reaches out to poke her shoulder, “no one can hear you love”.

Y/n blushes and looks up at the camera shyly, “oops! Sorry, it’s just he’s soooo fluffy!”

Tom swallows a jealous groan, after all, he can’t seriously be jealous over a cat, can he?

“Ooh! But, uh.. yeah, it’s kinda intense. It deals with some really serious topics but they’re really important ones to discuss” y/n answers, scooting closer to Tom so she can pet his kitten.

“We’re very excited to see it hit theaters soon! We understand it must’ve been stressful to film such intense situations so we figured some kitten therapy would help” the interviewer laughs as more kittens get set down near them.

Tom watches as y/n’s eyes glimmer at the rambunctious variously colored kittens roaming all over the set.

“I would say you’re correct” Tom teases, shaking his head jokingly.

“Tom, your character experiences some major life events that take place during the film. Did you have any personal experiences to draw from for that?” The woman asks, continuing with the interview.

“Good question. I did actually. For example, there’s a portion of the film where Michael’s PTSD causes him to suspect everyone in his college is constantly watching him but he feels guilty about thinking that” Tom explains, rubbing the back of one of the kittens as it clutches to his shoulder.

“While not the same as PTSD, I worked with a therapist to understand what that experience was like and realized it was a similar thought I had when first entering the MCU scene. It felt like all eyes were on me and I was embarrassed for thinking that way as it felt cocky” Tom laughs nervously.

Normally this would be the point where y/n would speak up and tease that ‘all eyes were on you Tom’ but she was too distracted by the gray and black kittens that were playing together on her outstretched legs.

“I can only imagine!” The interviewer agrees, preparing to ask the next question.

“How much are these guys?” Y/n asks, rolling over so she is laying on her stomach and is face level with the kittens.

Tom laughs and shakes his head, there’s no way they’re taking a kitten home.

Especially not when she hadn’t looked at him since they arrived.

Tom questioned if he was really that offended?

He knows y/n loves him but he selfishly wanted all her attention on him not the loud balls of fluff rolling around them.

“They’re actually all adopted! We held an event where it was discussed they’d be in this segment to help get them homes” the interviewer informs them.

Y/n smiles down at the kittens, “not surprising! You little babies are soooo fun”.

“Aren’t they? Say, y/n your character Hannah had a lot of different styles of outfits and character related props throughout the film. Did you get to take anything home?” The interviewer asks, returning to her task.

Y/n smirks and nods, “aaaaccctually, there was this incredible purple jacket Hannah wears in a few scenes that I loved. I’m not sure if I was supposed to take it home…. But it is in my closet and I’ve worn it like ten times since”.

Tom laughs and nods while looking at the camera as if admitting her guilt.

The interviewer laughs and comments that she knows which jacket y/n was referring to from the clips the press had been allowed to see prior to the movies release.

“Well, Tom and y/n how was it filming the scenes were you two were enemies given your real life relationship is drastically different?” The interviewer asks as y/n flops over onto her stomach to be eye level with the kittens.

“Good question” Tom compliments as he reluctantly snuggled the kitten y/n had been holding earlier.

It wasn’t that he disliked cats but these particular kittens had stolen y/N’s attention and he wasn’t a fan of that.

“It was odd. We kept breaking character during intense scenes when we were yelling at each other. It was hard to do that. But it was a lot of fun and once we focused on the emotions our characters had behind the fight it made it more real. Then it got a bit uncomfortable in that regard. Overall though it was a weird but fun experience” Tom laughs, running his free hand through his tosseled hair.

Tom looked over at y/n to see if she was ready to answer but she had her face pressed against the belly of a multicolored kitten as she played with it.

“Y/n was much better at keeping a straight face than I was though, gotta give her props for that” Tom says proudly as he watches to see if y/n heard his compliment.

When she doesn’t move, Tom pouts and crosses his arms, “y/n?”

“Hmm?” She asked, not looking up as she was no longer aware of her surroundings.

“Looovvvee” Tom whined, his eyes glaring in her direction but mostly at the kitten she was so focused on.

His eyebrows arced downwards towards his scrunched nose as the corners of his eyelids crinkled.

“Maybe we should have done this interview before shooting those scenes” Tom joked, sulking closer to the floor as he watched y/n and the kitten.

The crew laughed as Tom reached over and poked her shoulder to get her to respond.

“What?” Y/n smiled as she looked over at her boyfriend.

Tom swallowed hard to prevent him from cracking and telling her it was just as joke as her innocent smile faded into confusion at his body language.

Her eyes darted around the room for answers when she heard everyone laughing.

She knew she’d been too focused on the kittens but it was too late to fix it now, hopefully someone would at least clue her in as to what she missed.

“See, my point exactly darling” Tom sighs, biting the inside of his lip to not laugh.

Y/n squinted at Tom, one eyebrow raised in question hoping he’d get the signal to elaborate.

Tom shakes his head and jokingly glares at the kitten in her arms causing y/N’s eyes to move from him to the kitten and back seeking an explanation.

“She asked us what it was like to film the fight scenes” Tom said, waving his hand in the air dismissively.

“Oh! Sorry! It was weird because when we argue it normally isn’t as crazy as what the movie required so we kept laughing” y/n blushes, her embarrassment forming a rose-like color to paint her cheeks.

“That’s what Tom said too. The scenes we saw certainly looked emotionally charged, so bravo to you both for how it turned out” the interviewer says as y/n cautiously strokes the kitten in an attempt to find a compromise between the kittens and the interview.

“Wait” y/n says, turning to gaze at Tom who was still pouting.

“What were you referencing when you said I proved your point?” Y/n asked, her lips tugging down at the ends in a miniature frown.

Tom pressed his lips tightly together as he looked away from her feeling guilty.

He hadn’t mean what he said, it was meant to be a joke but repeating it in this context wouldn’t come across the same.

When he didn’t answer, y/n looked around the room silently asking someone to tell her.

Everyone tried to stop their laughter and just kept staring at Tom silently.

“Tom?” Y/n asked, her head cocking to the side slightly as she focused back on him.

Before Tom could begin to ramble about what he said and how it was a joke, the kitten in her arms tilted its head as if copying y/n.

Tom burst out laughing and smacked the ground with his hand.

Y/n gave the kitten a quick kiss before looking back to Tom, “You’re not going to answer me?”

Upon seeing the kitten get the kiss he wanted, Tom immediately went back to his exaggerated grumpy state.

Tom mumbled something under his breath but no one could hear him.

“What did you say and why are you sulking? There’s literally dozens of happy kittens around us” y/n reminded him.

“I said we should’ve filmed this interview before the fight scenes to make them easier” Tom grumbles, his arms crossed in his lap.

Y/n sets the kitten down between them and stares silently at Tom trying to determine if he is being serious or not.

Tom clenched his fist in a way the camera couldn’t see in an attempt to keep his dramatic presentation going, but y/n noticed and interpreted it as a sign that he might truly be angry with her.

Y/n didn’t want to get into an argument in front of anyone, let alone with them being recorded.

Sighing, she decides to try and make a joke out of it instead.

Usually when Tom would get upset over such minor things it was due to exhaustion and teasing comments or jokes always worked.

She knew she would be risking him getting more upset with her after if he was actually mad and not just tired or joking.

But, she also recalled how, like herself, Tom was careful to not fight when others were present and it didn’t seem like him to do this.

“Well, then I think it might be time to bring a new guy into my life” y/n smirks, reaching for a kitten she believes to be a boy.

Tom scoffs and shakes his head no, “no kittens, we don’t have room and they’re too distracting for you”.

“I think I’ll have room” y/n teases, setting the female kitten down and grabbing another.

“Oh?” Tom asks, still pouting but looking at her with his adorable pleading coffee colored eyes.

Y/n nods and turns the kitten around to check if it was a boy or not, “the new man in my life will enjoy taking over your old side of the king sized bed”.

Tom’s jaw drops open prompting the suppressed laughter from the crew to get louder.

“Are you actually suggesting you’re replacing me with a cat? Why?!” Tom argues, his eyes still not returning to their normal size.

Y/n smirks and shrugs, making eye contact with Tom through her peripheral vision.

“I think this little guy will do!” She cheers, holding up the male kitten as if it was in the Lion King.

“I knew this interview was a bad idea” Tom grumbles, “I’m being replaced by a cat”.

“A kitten actually, in other words, you’re being replaced by a much younger new man in my life” y/n giggles, bringing the kitten back to her chest.

Tom chuckles and shakes his head, unsure what to make of this turn of events.

“That’s why I’m being replaced? For a newer model?” He probes, raising his eyebrow at her as he crosses his arms yet again.

“Mmm, no. Just making a point. Mr…” y/n says, pausing to examine the hall of fluff in her hands and making note of it’s tiger-like coloring.

“Tiger…. Hmmm… Tommy the tiger!” y/n giggles as she poked the Savannah kitten’s cheek softly.

“HE’S GETTING MY GIRL AND MY NAME?!” Tom blurts loudly, forgetting everyone was there.

Y/n covers her mouth to hide her laughter at his outburst of jealousy over a kitten.

“He has brown eyes” y/n shrugs innocently, grinning over at Tom.

“Pretty comparable swap” the interviewer laughs.

Tom scoffs and shakes his head as he looks between the devil cat, y/n, and the interviewer in disbelief.

“Hmm, as long as he doesn’t get mad over little tiny innocent animals” y/n coos, petting the kitten in question.

“You wouldn’t treat me like that would you Tommy the Tiger?” Y/n asks, her tongue pressing against the inside of her bottom teeth to keep from smiling or laughing.

“That’s why?” Tom frowns.

“I can’t help that! The stinking cat stole your attention” Tom argues, hanging his head.

Laughing softly, she kisses the kitten before setting it down in Tom’s lap.

Tom glances up and gives y/n a confused look.

“He’s not replacing you dork! Just calm down and pet him” y/n laughs.

Tom pretends to hesitate before dragging his hand over the kitten’s head.

The kitten snuggles up into Tom causing everyone, himself included, to awe.

“See” y/n smirks, “kittens are much sweeter and more cuddly than you so they deserve my attention”.

Tom’s jaw drops again and he kindly sets Tommy the Tiger to the side before he stands up and walks across the few feet of distance between y/n and him.

Upon reaching y/n he plops himself back down and envelopes her in a tight hug.

Y/n laughs and tries to squirm free but he firmly but tenderly holds onto her frame and shakes his head.

“Tooomm!!! If I confess I like you better than the kittens will you stop squeezing the air out of me?” Y/n teases, tilting her head to look up at him.

Tom pretends to ponder it for a moment before a smirk forms on his face.

“Confess hmm?” Tom smirks, letting go of her body and leaning back on his hands beside him.

Y/n blushes and rubs her neck as she looks at the kittens before shrugging softly.

Tom smiles and gently pulls her in for a regular hug this time, whispering “I love you” in her ear.

“Alright well we have time for one last question. While it cannot be Tommy the Tiger as he’s already been adopted! Will you two now be planning on getting a kitten together?” The interviewer asks as the crew begins grabbing the straggler kittens who’d wandered towards the edges of the set.

“Yes” y/n says at the same time as Tom responds with a definite “no”.

Everyone laughs and Tom smiles down at y/n, his arm not leaving her body now that he finally has her attention.

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“Thank you both” the interviewer says one last time as y/n and Tom grabbed their personal belongings.

“Absolutely, it was a blast!” Y/n cheers.

Tom laughs, “next time just warn me”.

“Are you really against getting kittens?“ y/n asked as Tom held her hand tightly.

Tom laughed and shook his head, “I had a feeling you’d ask that. Love, no I’m not but I also know how busy we both are and it doesn’t seem fair to the kitten to bring them into that”.

Y/n nodded and have Tom a soft smile, “I agree, I just was thinking… you know… maybe in the future”.

Tom’s cheeks emblaze with a fiery red as his smile grows deeper, “definitely in our future my love”.

Y/n grins and lays her head on Tom’s shoulder as they continue their walk.

“Hey so, Baz was telling me about this restaurant that isn’t too far-“ Tom says, stoping when y/n raises her head and steps away from him.

“Baby?” Tom asks, facing her.

She holds up her pointer finger before covering her mouth as she sneezes.

Tom smirks as he watches her sneeze at least ten times in a row.

“Told you those kittens were evil” Tom teases.

“They weren’t evil, just-” she says, sneezing again, “very furry”.

“To be fair love, I don’t think you’re supposed to inhale them” he laughs, prompting y/n to push his shoulder playfully.

“Come here my sneezy girl” Tom smiles, his hand around her waist guiding her back to him.

“I love you Tom” y/n whispers as they begin walking again.

“More than kittens?” Tom presses.

“More than kittens” y/n concedes, laughing at his childish inquiry.

“Good because I love you more than kittens too” he says, his lips against her cheek, “even the ones we’ll adopt together in a few years”.

Tom can’t help but feel a warmth take over him as he see her glowing reaction.

While he always said he’s a dog person, if adopting every stray kitten in the world meant he got to spend the rest of his life with y/n, it was easily worth it to him.

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[shawnxstyles]

requests:

hello!! i love getting requests because it shows that people enjoy my writing. i’m making this list to set boundaries for myself, so i can feel comfortable with what i produce.

note: if you send a valid request that i am capable of writing, i will not post the submission until after i know i’ve completely written it, so i won’t forget about it. once i finish it, i will post the request and then post the final draft later that day (will link request to fic). hopefully, that makes sense!

basically, if the request is good, you won’t see anything about it until the day i post the story lol! if you’re really curious about it, you can send a separate message in my inbox asking (which i will post) or you can privately message me!

i write for:

-> harry styles x female!reader

-> shawn mendes x female!reader

-> tom holland x female!reader

-> mcu peter parker x female!reader

-> nathan drake x female!reader

things i will not write.

-> sub!male (switch is fine)

-> sexual assault (r🅰️pe, etc.)

-> threesomes, etc.

-> no alphas, werewolves, vampires, witches, etc. (i might do demons/angels?)

-> male character x male character

-> male character x male reader

-> foot fetish

-> piss kink

-> lactation kink

-> pet play

things i enjoy writing:

-> frat!male

-> dom!male

-> forced proximity

-> dark!male

-> enemies to lovers 😍

-> hate-sex (my favorite 😌)

-> dd/lg

-> bondage

things i haven’t written, but would if requested:

-> bdsm

-> professor!male x student!reader (18+)

-> ceo!male x assistant/co-worker!reader

-> dom/sub dynamics

-> spitting

-> degrading

-> slapping

-> temperature play

if i think of any more, i will put them on the lists. to add, this does not mean i’m shaming anybody for their requests because everyone has different preferences; these are mine.

i hope you can respect this xx

[tom-holland-parker]

Kinktober Day 9

EDGING

Pairing: CEO!Tom x reader

word count: 665

Warning: 18+

Kinktober masterlist// masterlist

You should’ve known something was up when Tom asked you to sit next to him in the meeting today. No one in the office knew you were dating your boss, the CEO of Holland Enterprises, and you did everything to make sure no one found out. Even going as far as never sitting next to each other during meetings.

Which is why you were super nervous to take your seat next to him. 

So far the meeting had gone normally, a quick exchange of small talk before leading into the usual 2 hour conversation about the company. You were paying attention to the presentation on the yearly budget when you felt Tom’s hand on your thigh. 

You took a deep breath as your leg tensed, unsure of when his next move was. With a quick glance you saw the smirk on his face and knew he was up to no good. You rolled your eyes when you realized his hand was slowly trailing up your skirt.

You coughed and tried to concentrate on the meeting as you felt his fingers gently nudge your clit. If you could shoot daggers with your eyes Tom would be dead. Tom suppressed a chuckle as he pulled your panties to the side and began to rub teasing circles around your clit.

Your face began to heat up and you fiddled with your pen to try and distract yourself from how good Tom was making you feel. “Y/n are you okay?” You heard your co-worker Harper ask as she stared at you from across the table.

As you opened your mouth to answer Tom gently pinched your clit, causing you to fake another cough to hide the moan that as threatening to escape, “yeah just a stomach ache”

She nodded her head and continued her presentation, you shot an annoyed glance at Tom as the need to cum took over your body, unknowingly you began to slowly grind against his hand. Tom knew you were close he was just waiting for the right moment

“Fuck” You mumbled with Tom lowered his hand, leaving it to rest on your thigh.

“I’m sorry, y/n did you have a comment” Tom said with a smirk on his face. Your jaw tensed, “No sir, it was just a cough”

Tom nodded, allowing whoever was presenting to continue as he trailed his fingers back up your leg. You tried to shut your legs but Tom simply rolled his eyes and pulled them apart. Without warning this time he quickly thrusted to fingers inside of you, watching as you bit your lip harshly.

It only took a few minutes for you to be on edge again, you silently prayed that Tom would stop teasing and let you cum, but when you felt his fingers gently pull out you knew it was no use. Tom wanted to see you fall apart until you were begging to cum.

Your breath quickened as the throbbing between your legs became intense, you needed him, you needed to cum.

Checking your watch, you groaned when you realized that there were still 30 more minutes of the meeting. Tom seemed to notice too, smiling as his hand made his way up your legs once more. You didn’t fight this time, hoping that your compliance was enough to convince him to let you cum

It wasn’t. Tom rubbed torturously slow circles on your clit, knowing you were close and needed him to move faster to make you cum. Your leg began to shake as you gripped Tom’s arm, a silent beg for him to continue.

“I think we should end this meeting early” Tom smiled as he removed his hand from between your legs once again. You were a mess, holding back a groan, you were so close.

Everyone nodded, standing from their seats and saying quick goodbyes as they left the room. You got up to follow when you heard Tom’s voice, “y/n meet me in my office please”

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@awesomebooklover17

@mskatharinak

@justiceemarieee @writesforholland @wildxwidow 

@hackerholland @tomsholland2412 

[softsergeantbarns]

Can i have a request where you’re one of the actors in Marvel. You all go to the Jimmy Fallon/James Corden show to promote new movie. And the host shows everyone your dancing video (Lili’s Flim #3 is the vid) that he got from your dance teacher. Everyone’s so shocked that how sweet, cute and shy you can do sexy dances. The host asks you to dance some other songs for everyone. And Seb couldn’t wait to see. Later that night he asks you to dance for him one more time.

Dance for me, please.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x actress!reader

summary: you and your co-workers promote Marvels new movie Infinity War at Jimmy Fallon.

warnings: a lot of fluff and fun, a bit of mild, very very mild smut? I wouldn't even call it smut.

wordcount: 1200+

I'm really sorry that it took me so long. I was sick the last week and wasn't really feeling good. thank god, no covid. I really hope you like it. its my very first Sebastian fic, so I hope it fits! 💕 also it not proof read, as always, sorry.

Staring in Marvel Cinematic movie was something big, you knew that. And with big stuff there was always more big stuff like many press conferences and talk shows and so on.

So there you were, sitting on a chair with your co-workers on the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon, promoting the newest movie. Everyone was laughing and having a good time. Jimmy asked a million different questions, hoping to get any new informations on Infinity War. Tom Holland was with you and you knew, he’d spoiler anything. Good thing was, RDJ was sitting next to him, pressing his hand on Toms mouth whenever he’d say too much. He was about to spoil another detail and everyone was just freaking out, trying to stop him.

They all were talking about the fake scripts you all have gotten, telling Jimmy how hard it was, to read the script since none of you, except for Robert, knew what was happening.

2the funny thing is I heard the rumor about the fake script stuff and I was reading what I thought was a fake script because it was like: Spider-Man is in space so I didn’t finish it. But I found out it was real!“

Everyone was sighing, he did it again. He spoiled another thing he wasn’t suppose to.

„You know Tom, snitches get stitches!“ You told him and shook your head.

But Tom already forgot what he had said and the interview went on, Jimmy told everyone that he saw the first twenty minutes of movie and told you that it was great. But he also said that he don’t know what he can say or how should react to thing Tom just said. Tom of course didn’t know what he just said.

„It’s like Men in Black, every twenty seconds we just wipe him.“ Robert said and everyone was laughing again.

After that everyone was asked another few questions about life and stuff. Jimmy even got all of you to sing a Marvel-themed version of Billy Joel’s „We didn’t start the fire“ and it was awesome. Everyone was having fun.

At some point, Jimmy looked at you and grinned. „(Y/N), I’ve got here something that I wanna show you guys.“ He said, still grinning. Everyone looked at you but you didn’t know what it would be. Everyone turned around to the big screen and was waiting for what it would be.

„Sooo (Y/N), I talked to some of my contacts and someone mentioned that you were a dancer once. And so I talked to someone you know.“ Jimmy said before he pressed play.

On the big screen there was a video, you really hoped no one would ever see. It showed you in way too short clothes and high heeled over knee boots. Your whole face felt hot and you hid it in your hands, hoping it would be over soon. Everyone was shocked to see you dancing this sexy.

„Hot damn, who thought our sweet and shy (Y/N) could move like that!“ Anthony Mackie said and grinned at you.

Everyones eyes were at you when the video stopped. Some looked at you, still in shock. That was a side of you none of them knew.

„That’s so embarrassing!“ You mumbled and sighed, again covering your face with your hands.

Chris Evans laughed as he looked at you. „It’s almost as good as Tom’s dance on the lip sync battle!“ He joked and made everyone laugh even harder.

Scarlett slapped him on the chest. „You’re mean. Stop it!“ She told him jokingly and grinned.

Jimmy grinned at you. „Could you please dance for us?“ He asked you, knowing that his viewers will go crazy if he gets you to dance.

You looked at Jimmy with wide eyes, not really knowing what to say. You haven’t danced like this in a long time and you weren’t sure about it. You bit your lip. Your co-workers were cheering you on, hoping you’d dance. Sebastian smirked at you, knowing exactly how you felt. He knew you were shy but he really loved to see it again. After all, not even he, your boyfriend, knew that you could move like that.

„Sure.“ You mumbled and got out of your seat. Everyone was cheering, before the music started. At first you felt extremely insecure and you were embarrassed but as soon as you started to move you blocked everyone out and all of sudden it wasn’t that bad anymore. It almost felt like you were back at the dance studio with your old teacher.

When you were done, everyone was cheering again, even louder than before. Your face still felt hot and you took a deep breath before you sat back down next to Sebastian.

„I bet, Seb gets shows like this every night!“ Anthony teased and grinned at the both of you.

„Oh just wish you had a gorgeous girl like (Y/N) as your girlfriend.“ Seb said jokingly. „Instead your best friend is your right hand, isn’t it, Anthony?“

Now everyone was laughing. But before this whole thing would get even more inappropriate and get out of hand, Jimmy ended the show, thanking you all for coming and said good bye to his viewers.

Later that night when you and Sebastian got home, exhausted from a full day of interviews for Infinity war, you were glad to just fall back on the couch finally taking off the high heels. Seb sat down next to you, taking your foot to massage it. He knew that you hated wearing heels all day long. He then smirked at you, thinking about the video for your dance teacher.

„You know, you looked damn good tonight!“ He said softly and looked you up and down. To him you always look amazing, but the way you danced was something else. Something he couldn’t get out of his head. „You never told me you could move this sexy.“

You groaned and threw your head back. „Stop teasing me!“ You told him as you looked at him again. „Besides, you never asked.“

Seb chuckled and shook his head. He leaned in to softly nibble on your ear, moving down to your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses behind. „You know, you could do it again.“ He mumbled softly. „Dance for me, please.“

You playfully rolled your eyes at him and sighed, before you pushed him away. „Fine.“ You got up and looked him seductively in the eyes, softly biting your lip. Then you started to move. Way sexier than you moved at Jimmy Kimmel or in the video. This was just for him, so you moved as sexy as possible.

At some point you winked at him, knowing that he enjoyed the show, before you slowly started to remove your skirt, still dancing. Sebs eyes widened as you removed even more of your clothes, until you stood only in your underwear in front of him. You were sure that at one point he would’ve started to drool. And because of that you walked over to and sat down on his lap, slowly starting to ride him. His hands held your hips tightly before he pressed his lips onto yours.

„You should dance more often like this.“ He mumbled against your lips. „But only for me!“