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jennifersylvesters · 6 years ago

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so idk if u take requests but i thought this was cute.. *so we've never met but our showers r on the opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes when we r showering at the same time we sing duets* au with whoever the hell u want

ahhh!! that’s such a cute au!!! (and yes i always take request haha.) i’m incapable of doing something short and to the point so hopefully this is fine for you, bubba!

Moving to New York had always been a big dream for you. It always seemed a little cliche, but you liked hearing the songs and watching the films about The Big Apple. That was the place where you expected all your dreams to come true in the bustling city.

A couple years out of high school, you finally had enough money saved up along with job offer for a startup company in Midtown. Of course excitement couldn’t express how psyched you were about living in the city that never sleeps. Even with all the great things heading your way, you were faced with the dilemma of finding a good place to live.

Every space you checked out fell flat. Some spots you could afford, but they were cramped or in questionable neighborhoods. Other locations you adored, but there was no way you could afford the rent. The more you apartment hunted, the more defeated you felt.

Eventually you ended up moving in to a loft in Brooklyn with a couple of girls. While you originally planned on living by yourself, it just wasn’t realistic. When you finally came to this realization, you posted on Facebook asking for apartment help. Lucky you that your friend from high school, Zendaya, replied with an offer.

The two of you hadn’t been particularly close in those days, only hanging out during lunch period or after school. But she had always been humorous and kind, which you appreciated. And now in your moment of need, you were thankful for her. One of her flatmates was moving out, and you happened to be the perfect candidate to help fill that spot. After discussing a couple details, it was agreed that you would move in as soon as possible.

Though this wasn’t your original dream, you quite liked the loft. The shared spaces were roomy, and your room felt comfortable. You had the perk of not running into your actual roommate very often seeing as she often traveled or worked graveyard shifts. Still, she was always sweet whenever you actually saw her.

And as much as you loved being in New York, you weren’t expecting it to overwhelm you as it had. It seemed like people and things always rushed around frantically that you couldn’t keep up with the pace. The one place that strangely comforted you was the bathroom.

Of course you could never tell or even explain that to anyone else. This would make you sound crazy; somehow enjoying the cramped space of a bathroom wasn’t a fact you wanted to share with others. But what made it such a solacing place was the shower sessions and your shower buddy.

This as well was another tidbit you couldn’t really share with others. How was one supposed to say that without sounding like a complete lunatic? But you enjoyed waking up just to have your morning shower. When the water poured out and steam filled the room, that’s when you and your shower buddy would belt songs like it was no one’s business.

What added to the strangeness was how you didn’t actually know who your shower buddy was. All you knew was that he lived in the apartment next door and that he had an amazing singing voice.

You ran into a couple of the guys that lived in that apartment building though you never caught any of their names. It was just small passings. You once shared the elevator with the cute curly haired boy whose wide grin made you smile back at him. There was the sandy blond fellow who winked at you as you passed by, whistling a tune as he bounced down the stairs. One fellow who often wore snapbacks, once helped you carry your groceries to your place. At this point you weren’t sure if they were just visitors or actual tenants.

But you knew that one of them might’ve been one of the best people you had somehow already met without truly meeting. One of them was your shower buddy, the person who you sang songs with in the morning between the thin walls.

The singing started up a couple months ago. You had trudged into the bathroom, bringing your speaker to play music while you muddled through an early shower. Your music blared throughout the bathroom to block out the sound of horns incessantly honking outside. As you bopped your head along to the sound, you couldn’t help but hum until you began singing along.

You stopped singing and nearly slipped hearing someone else’s voice join yours. You never heard that person’s voice before. Were you hearing things or was the bathroom haunted? Neither option sounded great, but you preferred no ghosts.

The other voice stopped singing and for a moment only ABBA rang throughout the rooms. And then you heard him on the other side starting to sing softly once more. Perhaps you just wanted to indulge this peculiarity - see what might happen - so you decided to sing along again. Somehow the two of you ended up belting the rest of the song and a couple others till you were finally clean.

It wasn’t something you could explain. It just happened. And it became a regular occurence, both of you taking your morning showers at the same time and singing along with one another. The two of you never talked; it was just pure singing, and you loved every second.

One of your favorite moments has been the moment when you both warbled “Someone Like You” by Adele, committing to the aching intensity of the song. But you liked the duets best because he harmonized so well. It felt so freeing to sing with someone who didn’t know you yet had a sense of you.

And you weren’t sure how, but there was an unspoken communication about who got to choose the song or radio station that day. Both of you discovered the other’s musical preferences as disliked songs would get light singing while favorites would get belted out.

You enjoyed these moments, no matter how small or silly they might’ve been. Yet you wanted to know more about the singer next door.

So one weekend morning, when time didn’t quickly rush by, you decided to see if your roommates knew anything more to help figure out your predicament. Only Laura seemed to be awake at ten thirty, light sweat on her forehead after finishing her morning run. When you asked her if she knew anything about the neighbors, she shrugged grabbing a bowl and her box of Cheerios.

“Um” Laura started, dragging out the word as she poured cereal in a bowl. “Actually I’m not really sure. Only met that guy whose name starts with a T? Terry? Theodore?”

Zendaya strolled into the room, letting out a loud yawn as she stretched her arms out. “What’re you guys talking about?” she groggily asked as she opened up the fridge.

Laura maneuvered around her, grabbing the jug of milk for her breakfast. “Y/N was just asking about our neighbors.”

“Which one?”

“Nevermind. It’s not a big deal” you dismissed. This idea began feeling silly. Maybe it was better to leave things unknown.

“C’mon, Y/N. Spill” Zendaya urged as she closed the fridge with a carton of juice in her hands. Though she was tired, your quickness in trying to drop the subject intrigued her. Obviously something was going on, and curiosity was getting the best of her.

“Actually, I wanna know now too.” A mischievous smirk rose on Laura’s face as she dug into her meal.

You knew better than to lie or try and have them forget about the whole ordeal. When either of them set their mind to anything, their stubborn natures came out in full force. So you sighed and told them the truth; you just wanted to know who the mysterious stranger was who sang along with you in the morning. The more you revealed, the excitement between the two of them grew.

“Oh, my God! That makes so much sense!” Laura gasped as she set down her spoon. She explained how a couple days ago she heard one of the neighbors singing while she showered. He stopped singing when she stayed silent, uncomfortably pretending as if she hadn’t heard the stranger at all. It coincidentally was the day you accidentally missed your alarms and rushed to work an absolute mess.

Laura and Zendaya began to let their imaginations run wild, wondering which boy next door you had a thing for. Even with your interjections that you didn’t have a crush, they just gave you playful smiles before bursting into giggles. Okay, soo maybe you had a tiny crush. But they still missed the point that you had no idea who you actually liked.

Your jaw dropped slightly when Zendaya revealed that there were five people living next door. Five potential singers that might’ve been your duet partner. Questions raced in your mind.

Had you met them in passing before? And if they had, did you make a good impression on them? Did they like your singing or did they just like the company? Were they a morning person or were they like you - only looking forward to the morning because of the shower sessions? And you knew you shouldn’t have, but you couldn’t help but wonder: Were they already dating someone?

Sinking into the couch, you tried to recall any details about your neighbors that might help you solve who it was. But details of groceries or clothing wouldn’t help you figure out who you were searching for. Either you needed to be upfront with every one of your neighbors, or you had to do some major sleuthing. You weren’t sure you were equipped to do either.

As you pondered your decision, you didn’t realize that he might be wondering about you as well. On the weekdays he would scrounge up a decent outfit for his job before calling out a farewell to his roommates and exiting the apartment. He’d glance over at your apartment door, wondering if you already left for the day or if you were taking your sweet time.

He would look both ways before jaywalking to the other side of the street to his subway entrance, fumbling to find his wallet where he stored his MetroCard. Pushing past the other commuters, he’d make his way to the platform as he slipped headphones in while waiting for the train to arrive.

He would stare down at phone screen which lit up his face, swiping through songs in his Spotify. He would search for ones that he thought the two of you would harmonize best at, the songs you would thoroughly enjoy before the world decided to throw whatever mess it felt like that day.

And a part of him wondered if you’d ever figure out who he was…

sorry with this is low-key a dick move leaving it on that end. maybe i’ll write a part two?

#asks #almostrosadiazz #requests #my writing #i need to empty my drafts #i'm literally at fifteen things #though some of those are outlines i can't delete till finished

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pikemoreno · 6 years ago

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Can I be on ur tag list please I read colours and it was sooooo good💖

done!! c: thannks so much!!

#almostrosadiazz #thanks for giving me social interaction

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madmadmilk · 6 years ago

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“Heavy” mood boards | Tom Holland x Reader

lovely mood boards by lovely people for a lovely story by @madmadmilk

FULL TEASER for “HEAVY” COMING SOON 🍦💕

quick summary: Maybe you’ve been a “bigger” girl your whole life, or this is a recent development, whatever the case, you manage to wear it proudly. You’re out there living your best life, spreading positivity, being your own bitch, taking names, and laughing loudly–– all while still learning how to love yourself. it’s hard! And oh, does it raise so many questions when the Tom Holland hits on you at a party and kisses you behind an open refrigerator door. Why is it so hard to convince yourself that a guy Like Him, would openly like A Girl Like You?

a story that hopefully hits the reality of what it takes to be happy with who you are, and an exploration on how you can share that love for other people

by @isa-bellarayne (thank you!!!)

by Anonymous (message me for credit, and thank you my love!)

by @almostrosadiazz (soooo sweet)

thank you for the submissions! if i’ve missed you, please let me know, and if you wanna make one.... let me know! thank you 💓 big love!

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peeterparkr · 5 years ago

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Chapter 16: The Lighthouse.

pairing: surfer!tom x reader

word count: 1k

warnings: angst and fluff (?)

summary: a piece of your heart.

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a/n: hi i’m back with my shit sorry i didn’t post disney had my soul and i didn’t have time to write, please tell me what you think i’m desperate bc i haven’t written in a while and i’m kinda anxious

It’s weird, sometimes we see a person and we are willing to have them break our hearts, we know that it’s impossible to get out of their claws without getting hurt. But sometimes, we are willing to sacrifice ourselves only to feel a story, only to treasure the good times, for a dream. A broken heart can be turned into a beautiful work of art.

Y/N was aware of that, if she turned her feelings into art everything would suddenly become pretty. Even if it doesn’t last. Was she sacrificing herself for that? She was willing to. She wanted to have everything with Tom. He was a dream come true in every possible way. She was dragging him out to the beach with her hand not leaving his, as she lead the way to a place where both of them could be alone just to stare at each other. She had decided to give it a go, to give life a chance to let herself fall in love.

She knew that this was probably going to go wrong, but as soon as they were standing on the sand, with their fingers intertwining and their heartbeats synchronized, she realized it didn’t matter.

“Why did you wake me up so early—y/n?”

“Shh!” She kissed his lips to shut him up. “I wanted you to see this!”

She pointed at the sky, still full of stars, as if the universe had delicately and precisely each star for them, creating a whole story, a work of heart, of art.

“The stars,” Tom looked at them.

“Promise me this, every time we are apart you will look at them, we will be looking at them at the same time,” she said.

“You’re assuming we will be apart,” Tom frowned. “But I will. I’ll think of you.”

She smiled as she sat down on the sand, then laid down.

“Let’s count them,” she whispered as he sat beside her. “I feel like they’re shining for us.”

“They are,” Tom smiled, pulling her close.

“They’re the beginning, I like looking at them, they make me think about everything, about how we could heal, it’s silly but I still wish upon the stars.”

There are times in which one needs to understand we don’t want to face situations but we have to. Life goes on challenging us with problems which we sometimes don’t have enough intelligence or maturity to solve. They’re sacrifices we have to take and debts to pay. We can’t live certainly, we don’t know if whatever is happening will lead us to what we want but we know it certainly leads us to where we need.

She was never a firm believer of that, most of the time she believed that life wasn’t but her made decisions leading her to a broken destiny that was waiting for her. However, seeing her reflection on Tom’s eyes she realized that something had to lead her to him. Whatever it had been, she knew it, it was as if his arms needed to be around her, as if they were destined only to hold her and only her, as if his hands had been made just to fit hers, as if his dry lips were only meant to kiss hers. As if she was supposed to heal them.

They had danced and they had kissed and they had forgotten about everything. She had, at least. Now she just wanted to enjoy the time with him. She had let her bare skin warm his, and his soft lips to tattoo her body. But she hadn’t slept, she couldn’t, she had kept all night looking at him, memorizing him, intoxicating herself with his scent.

He was like a road trip, like the ones she used to love, a new adventure with music in the background.Where there’d be stops for ice cream and stops to see the view, the beautiful view, with thunderstorms and cold nights.

But she feared the road trip would come to an end without a destination. And she had been reading about it, and writing about it, and painting about it. It just was too much to handle for her.

She had talked to Jared. Jared had explained many things that she didn’t understand about Tom. And they were a lot that she would never understand.

But she had listened to him, and she realized why exactly she was there. Because Tom needed someone as blue as him. She needed someone as broken as her. Looking at the stars gave her hope, as if a shooting star would change everything. She had woken him up and taken him out and there they were now, holding hands, covered only by the blankets they had brought with each other and the excuse of a t-shirt she had.

She listened, to the ocean echoing, to the crickets singing and to Tom’s breathing. Colourful, blue. Calm and stormy.

And she was waiting for the blue to change because eventually, it would. She stopped looking at him and looked beyond the sea, the dark blue sky was still above them, the moon was falling into his eyelashes, and the wind was curling upon his hair.

“I’ve never been up this early,” Tom said.

“I do, I like watching the sunrise, gives me hope.”

“Hope.”

“Yes, and you should, too, each sunrise is a beautiful memory, a beautiful painting the sky offers us for free,” she explained.

“You’re mental, y/n,” he laughed.

“That would explain why I’m in love with you,” she said. “Bonkers.”

“Crazy.”

FULL CHAPTER COMING WEDNESDAY 21ST 10PM CDT

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grussell63 · 6 years ago

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Unexpected Chances - Teaser (T.H.)

What happens when you have this weird feeling that your boyfriend is cheating on you with some random girl from work? What happens when you find out that she is also in a relationship with someone? And what happens when that someone becomes a much bigger part of your life after you are the one to drop the bomb on him?

Turns out, life's all about taking some unexpected chances to find your own happiness.

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jasntodds · 6 years ago

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Hey I luv ur blog so much but I can't access any of ur posts cuz I'm under 18 even though I've honestly found nothing wrong with them and I've been following u 4 a while. If it isn't 2 much trouble, would u consider maybe only putting sensitive posts so that I can't c them?? Idk I just really like ur blog

I’m sorry, but the whole point in me turning my blog on explicit is to try and keep myself from getting deleted. There aren’t any new posts I can just mark and there aren’t any old posts I can hunt down and mark and that still wont help. So, nah, I’m keeping my blog on explicit for a little longer. Sorry, mate.

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lamptracker · 6 years ago

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FIC: Win/Win (Part 8/?)

Yeah, I’m sorry this is about 97 weeks late. And that it’s tiny. But I’m *just* getting back to where I can write actual fics again, so. I don’t know what to tell you.

Anyway

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Overall Summary: Temporarily homeless, the reader needs a place to stay. Her friend Tom, who has a reputation for being a womanizer, has an extra room… and an idea.

Very loosely based on the How I Met Your Mother episode “World’s Greatest Couple,” where Lily posed as Barney’s wife to help him get rid of his one-night stands.

Part summary: After Jacob and Zendaya take the next step in their relationship, Tom and the reader ponder doing the same.

Warnings: it’s so fluffy I want to DIE

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Tom slowly sipped his beer while he waited for everyone else to show up to the bar after work. (y/n) normally got there first, but she had an after-school staff meeting. She came in about ten minutes after he did, a slightly sheepish smile on her face.

“Hello, love.” Tom took her hand as she slid into the booth, kissing her softly once she’d settled in. “How was your day?”

“Pretty good. Staff meeting was boring as hell and could have very easily been an e-mail.” She chuckled quietly to herself. “I, uh… I did something.”

Tom raised an eyebrow. “You did something?”

“I did something. I don’t know if it was good. I think it might have been a little bad. For the sake of argument, I’m going to call it… morally ambiguous.”

“What did you do?” Tom asked, in that tone of voice one uses when a toddler does something naughty.

“I saw Tony in the parking lot.”

Tom scoffed. “Wow, he really likes to talk to you a lot for someone who was told to never talk to you again.”

(y/n) shook her head. “Yeah. He’s, just, an awful listener. It was a big issue when we were dating. Anyway, he wanted to talk to me because he wanted to formally announce that he is done pursuing me.”

“Really.”

“What, did he give you a Certificate of Completion or something?”

(Y/n) snorted. “So anyway, I ask him why, and he says he and Morgan are getting back together because… get this… she’s pregnant.”

Tom’s jaw went slack, his mouth forming an “o” shape. “Get out. Then what?”

(y/n) cleared her throat. “This is where it gets, ah, morally ambiguous. I put my hand on his shoulder, I looked him square in the eye, and I said: ‘Oh, Tony. Are you sure it’s yours?’ And then I just… started walking away.”

Tom instantly regretted choosing that moment to take a swig of his beer, because it very nearly shot out of his nose. “Oh, my God, that’s fucking awesome, babe.”

(y/n) laughed. “I heard him get his phone out and say, ‘Are you home? No, don’t go anywhere, we need to talk.’ I should feel worse about that than I do, shouldn’t I?”

Tom started laughing, more loudly this time. “No, no, I think that after everything he did to you, that was absolutely called for.”

“Oh, good.”

Just then, Harrison walked in and sat across from them.

“So guess what,” he said, plucking a spicy pretzel from the bowl on the table. “I, uh… I have a date.”

(y/n) smiled widely. “Really! Tell us all about them.”

“Well, her name is Amelia. She works at the bank down the street from my office. We met in line at one of the food carts outside, the tamale one?”

“Love tamales,” (y/n) said; Tom just nodded.

“Anyway, we’re going to dinner tomorrow night. I can’t wait, she’s so awesome.”

“You taking her out for tamales?” (y/n) asked; Tom and Harrison stared at her. “What? I thought it’d be a cute callback to how they met, I - oh, Jacob and Z are here.”

Jacob and Zendaya walked in, stopping at the edge of the table.

“We, um, we have an announcement,” Jacob said.

“You’ve decided you’re officially done pursuing me?” (y/n) asked; Jacob laughed.

“No, but I did see Tony in the parking lot… what did you say to him?”

“Nothing,” (y/n) replied casually, “so what’s this announcement?”

“We’re getting married!” Zendaya held out her left hand; a silver ring with a single round diamond encircled her ring finger.

Harrison, Tom, and (y/n) collectively gasped as she brandished the ring. Finally, all three of them started excitedly yammering at once:

“Oh, my God. Congratulations, you two!”

“Zendaya, that ring is gorgeous!”

“About time you locked that down, Jacob, congratulations!”

“I’m ordering a round of champagne for the table,” Tom said, getting up to go to the bar.

“(y/n), I want you to be my maid of honor,” Zendaya said.

“Oh, I’d love to!” (y/n) exclaimed.

“And I can’t decide who I want to be my best man, so I want Harrison and Tom to be co-best men,” Jacob said.

“I’m in,” Harrison said.

“Me too,” Tom added, carrying a tray with a bottle of champagne and five glasses to the table. He carefully distributed the champagne amongst the five glasses, then everyone took one. “I’d like to propose a toast. To Jacob and Zendaya!”

“To Jacob and Zendaya!” Everyone clinked their glasses together and drank.

“I am so happy for them,” (y/n) said, hanging her jacket on a hook just inside the apartment door.

“Me too.” Tom settled down onto the couch, patting the cushion next to him. “Let me ask you something, Tom.” (y/n) sat down next to Tom, head resting on his shoulder; his arm wrapped around her, pulling her close. “Do you want to get married someday?”

Tom chuckled softly, his thumb rubbing slow circles on her shoulder. “If you had asked me that a year ago, I’d have a dramatically different answer.” He looked down at her, smiling. “But, thanks to you… yeah. Someday, I do. And I want it to be you, you’re the one that taught me it was okay to love again. You’re the one that said it was okay to give my heart to someone again. I’ve given it to you, and I want you to have it forever.” He kissed her forehead; her eyelids fluttered closed and she sighed happily. “What about you?”

“Oh, absolutely. When I was with Tony, the thought of marriage never crossed my mind. I cared about him, you know? But I’m not sure if I ever truly loved him, not like I love you. You kept trying to tell me you were a bad boyfriend, but you’ve been perfect. You’re sweet, you’re funny, you care about me and you want to listen to my problems without trying to solve them for me. I thought I was in love before, but now… now I know I am. And when I picture my wedding day, I picture you at the other end of the aisle.”

“Am I wearing a tux?”

“Well, it’s a drunken Vegas shotgun wedding, right? So you’re probably in a Hawaiian shirt and flip-flops.”

Tom laughed. “Horrifying.”

“You should see the Elvis impersonator, I never said which one of us was going to be drunk.” (Y/n) nudged him with her shoulder, giggling. “I love you so much, Tom.”

“I love you too, (y/n).”

“I’m not ready to get married yet, though, not for a while.”

“Me either. But I promise you this, I’m going to marry you someday.”

(y/n) smiled softly at him. “I can’t wait. Well, I mean, I can, that was the whole point of this, I mean…”

“Darling? I love you, but… you’re rambling.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Maybe you should shut me up then.”

Tom stood suddenly, scooping her into his arms. “Challenge accepted,” he said, winking, as he carried the now-giggling (y/n) into the bedroom.

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #win-win

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bbk8lin · 6 years ago

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21 questions ⭐️

was tagged by: @johnsambrosemcclaren

rules: answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you want to get to know better

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nickname: I don’t really have one?? My parents call me Kate but if literally anyone else calls me that it won’t even occur to me to respond

height: I’m 5′3.75″ but I tell everyone I’m 5′4″ to make myself feel better

last movie i saw: Captain Marvel (in theatres) | Captain America: Civil War (at home)

Favorite Artists: actors: Emma Thompson, Mindy Kaling, Gemma Chan, Brie Larson, Andy Samberg, Gina Rodriguez, Paul Rudd, Kate McKinnon, Yael Grobglas, Tom Holland, Tom Hiddleston, Chris Evans ((wow there’s a lot my bad I just really love a lot of actors, MCU owns my ass)) // musicians: The Wombats, Ariana Grande, Taylor Swift, Coldplay, Carly Rae Jepsen, Alessia Cara, Lorde (I’m super basic don’t hate me)

song(s) stuck in my head now: God is a woman (Ariana Grande)

other blogs: @divosterfields which is like a really sad sideblog, I did not end up having the time I thought I would for it

do i get asks: pretty much never

following: 127

amount of sleep: honestly depends, usually around 6 hours though

lucky number: 10

what i’m wearing: a super fluffy sweater with my college’s logo and blue athletic shorts from Old Navy

dream job: I have no idea!!!! Help me!!!!

favorite food: I’m always down for spaghetti and garlic bread

play any instruments: I played oboe throughout jr high and high school and then I taught myself how to play the alto sax during my junior and senior year so I could do marching band

favorite songs: I’m gonna do my top 5 because the actual list is super long 1. Sweet Child O’ Mine (Guns ‘N’ Roses) 2. Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You (Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons) 3. Let’s Dance to Joy Division (The Wombats) 4. Waiting on a Sunny Day (Bruce Springsteen), 5. Green Light (Lorde)

random fact: I’m a fraternal twin!! and we don’t like anything alike so most people don’t even think we’re sisters/related let alone twins

Describe Yourself in Aesthetic Things: listening to music while driving with the windows down, black tea, long hugs, flower tattoos, laying on the floor

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tagging: @almostrosadiazz, @alt-ernativewonderland, @psychoticcait, @seh221, @technicolorclifford, @bi-marvel, @madmadmilk, @struttinglikeapotter, @katieemichelle, @bleakmorning, @deleteidentity and whoever wants to do it!

((some of these people don’t follow me so I feel like its weird but whatever its fine its cool have fun friends))

#the last one made me feel super weird #but this was fun #also its 2:30am what am I doing ugh

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widowlromanoff · 6 years ago

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6 hottest people

Thanks for the tag @marveloustrashpanda

Chris Evans

Hayley Atwell

Chris Hemsworth

Elizabeth Olsen

Brie Larson

Gal Gadot

Tagging: @milesmoriles @becky012 @afangirlshidingplace @1xile @almostrosadiazz

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jamilelucato · 7 years ago

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We’re Just Friends [T. HOLLAND] - Pt 3

THIS HAS BEEN REWRITTEN! (April 8th, 2023)

Request: @anon so, since you’re accepting requests, could you do something w Tom Holland, where the girl is a marvel actress too and she’s in an interview where she’s asked about if she ships Tom and Zendaya and she says she ships it, but she actually has a crush on Tom but since she and Tom aren’t really dating yet she has to pretending? idk feel free to change anything 10x

Summary: Y/N is a Marvel actress playing a superhero character who shows up for the first time in a Spider-man’s movie. Working with Tom is a dream coming true, he’s so nice… but he’s always with Zendaya. Do they have a thing? They never told you, but your crush on Tom was getting obvious, so your agent found an unpleasant way to cool down your reputation.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this last part! Thank you so much for the support and the divulgation!

Part 3/3 Part 1 Part 2

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*Y/SH/N= your superhero name (as in the character you’re playing)

“Ok, can you please stop staring at me like it is my fault?” you asked, trying to ease the tension.

He looked at you like an angry father, as if he had caught you doing something you weren’t supposed to.

As Phillip watched the video, you took the opportunity to skim through the new scene that had been added to the script. It didn’t make sense at first — why would your character kiss Peter Parker when he had already kissed MJ in the last movie? But then it hit you — your character didn’t know about the previous kiss. So this would be her first kiss, and it would be with Peter Parker. Which meant you would have to kiss Tom Holland for the first time.

“I don’t know what to do,” Phillip said, finally tearing his gaze away from the phone.

“What do you mean?” you asked, confused.

“I told you to stay away from that boy, and you clearly didn’t,” he replied sternly.

You rolled your eyes. “My interview was perfect!” you protested. “I even said I shipped Tom with Zendaya. What more did you want me to do?”

Phillip let out a sigh; his frustration was evident. “Yes, but Marvel saw something between you two. Chemistry. And you know I don’t believe in that shit. Chemistry is a way to say the actors are hooking up off-screen.”

You stood there, staring at your agent in disbelief. He was always so sceptical, so cynical, so different from you. You believed in fate, romance, and true love, but Philip saw everything as a business. He had a point, though. Marvel executives were always looking for ways to boost the movie’s publicity. So what better way than to create a real-life romance between the two leads?

“But Tom and I are just friends,” you protested, feeling a knot forming in your stomach.

“Because you don’t want to, I watched”, he quoted Tom’s answer. Philip raised an eyebrow. “The way he looks at you, the way he talks to you, it’s not just friendly. And don’t even get me started on how you look at him.”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but he interrupted you.

“I’m not saying you’re in love with him, but you can’t deny that there’s something there. And now, with this new scene, you have to kiss him. Do you know how much pressure that puts on you? On both of you? If you mess this up, it could ruin the movie.”

You sighed, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. Phill was right, of course. This kiss was not just any kiss. It was your character’s first kiss, and it was with Peter Parker. And it was with Tom Holland. So you had to get it right.

“I don’t know what to do,” you admitted, feeling a tear roll down your cheek.

Philip softened his gaze, and for a moment, he looked like a caring dad.

“Listen,” he said, his voice soft and comforting. “This is hard, but I’m here for you. We’ll figure it out together.”

He lowered his gaze to the paused YouTube video, his mind racing with thoughts of the problem only he could see. His heart ached for you, knowing the backlash you would receive from Zendaya and Tom’s fans, but he knew you and Tom had your own shippers now. And he wanted to be with you. That was what his words meant, wasn’t it?

But why was Phil, who was supposed to support you, against the idea?

“You know,” he began, his eyes locking onto yours. “When your parents gave me your legal guardianship, I took on a huge responsibility because I believed in you. You were only fifteen when I gave you a room and your first part.”

You remembered that day vividly when you left your parents’ house. Your father was shaking, afraid that Phil could be a scammer or a rapist. He had even taught you boxing lessons, and your mother bought you pepper spray. You still had it in your purse, a reminder of where you came from.

“Now you’re nineteen,” Phil continued, “your fortune has tripled, you have your own house, and you visit your parents whenever you want. You get whatever role you desire.”

“Phil, I’m thankful for everything,” you said, trying to comfort him. “You know that. You’re like a second father to me. I just don’t understand why you’re against me and Tom kissing or having something more.”

“Y/N,” he tried to interrupt, but you pushed on.

“No, Phil. I want to understand. Tom is a good man. He respects women, and he gives his family the proper attention. And apparently, he wants more than just friends with me. So what’s the problem?” You looked at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.

Phil’s eyes held a mixture of concern and frustration. “The problem is that it’s not just about you and Tom. It’s about your career, reputation, and the public’s perception of you.”

You frowned, feeling a knot forming in your stomach. “What do you mean?”

“People are invested in your on-screen and off-screen chemistry with your co-stars. It makes people want to watch your movies, ship your characters, and follow your life,” he explained, his voice full of experience. Phill wasn’t an actor, but he was just as good with his words. “However, if you start dating Tom, it will change the dynamic of your on-screen relationship, which could affect your fan base and future opportunities.”

You felt a pang of disappointment in your chest. You had worked hard to get to where you are now and didn’t want to throw it all away for love. But you couldn’t help the way you felt about Tom. He was too charming!

“I knew you had a crush on him from the moment you auditioned the second time with him,” Phil said, ignoring all the emotions displayed on your face. “But he was dating Zendaya then, so I knew your crush would eventually fade away.”

“What do you mean he was dating Zendaya?” you asked, shocked that you had missed this crucial information. It was one thing for your legal guardian to know when you have a crush on someone. Still, it was entirely another thing when he, the outsider, knew about a couple no one else knew about.

“Come on, deep down, you always knew they had a thing,” Phil replied, trying to calm you down. “But it’s over now. And you know why?”

You shook your head, feeling confused and angry. You didn’t want to listen to Phil’s reasoning anymore.

“Well, of course, I don’t, since I didn’t even know they dated,” you said, your voice rising.

“Neither do I,” Phil answered, leaving you even more confused than before. “Yeah, I knew they dated because his agent told me once. But he never told me why they broke up, which scares me, Y/N.” He held your hands tightly. “What if he cheated on her? What if he cheats on you? I can’t see you heartbroken.”

Philip’s words resonated in your mind, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of fear creep up your spine. You didn’t want to be heartbroken, especially not by someone you had grown to care about. You knew the risks of dating a co-star but didn’t expect it to affect your career and personal life this much.

You looked at Philip, who was holding your hands tightly, and you saw a flicker of concern in his eyes. Seeing this side of him was strange, but it made you appreciate his presence in your life even more.

“Philip, you don’t need to worry so much,” you said softly, trying to alleviate his fears. “I understand where you’re coming from.”

You released his hands and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. You felt his arms encircle you like a warm embrace from a family member.

“Thank you for caring so much, Philip. You mean a lot to me,” you whispered into his ear.

He hugged you back just as tightly, and you forgot about the problems and uncertainties ahead for a moment.

As you parted, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease in your chest. The thought of Tom cheating on you or hurting you in any way was terrifying, but you couldn’t let it stop you from taking a chance at love.

“You know, that was the closest you ever got to telling me you love me,” you chuckled, trying to change the mood.

Phill welcomed the try.

“Yeah, well,” he shrugged, embarrassed. “Find your peace with it.”

“You don’t need to worry if he will break my heart. I mean, we can’t control these kinds of stuff. Anyone can break my heart,” you said, biting your lip. “Chances Holland will do it are the same as Shawn Mendes, which means it can come from anywhere.”

Philip’s eyes narrowed as he spoke, “But Holland...what if he cheated on Zendaya?”

You could see the worry etched on his face, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful for his concern. “Look, we better wrap up for tomorrow ’cause I’ll have an early day, but I promise I’ll find out more about why they broke up before I try anything,” you said, getting up from the couch. “Thomas and I still have to discuss what he meant in this interview.”

Philip rose from the couch as well, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Who knows, maybe he was only joking with me. Maybe we’ll end up still split,” you said, trying to remain optimistic.

“I highly doubt that,” Philip said, his voice low. “But now I know you can watch out for yourself. I wish you the best.”

The sincerity in his words brought tears to your eyes. You hugged him tightly again, grateful for his unwavering support.

“Thank you, Phil,” you whispered.

***

The night had been restless, filled with questions and concerns about Tom and his past relationship with Zendaya. As Phillip left, you were too exhausted to even consider contacting Tom. You knew that you needed to talk to him in person anyway, but the thought of confronting him was overwhelming.

The following day, your mind was consumed with whether Tom had been unfaithful to Zendaya. It didn’t make sense to you; they were still friends and even planned to host a party together. Holland was the sweetest guy you had ever met, and Phillip’s concerns were probably exaggerated.

When you arrived on set, you headed straight to the makeup trailer, hoping that Alexa would have some answers. You cut her off nervously as she greeted you before she could respond.

“I need to know why Zendaya and Tom broke up,” you said urgently.

Alexa rolled her eyes and responded sarcastically, “Good morning to you, too, Y/N. I don’t know. Have a nice day.”

You sat on one of the chairs facing the mirror and explained, “I need to know, Alexa. At least tell me all you know before they arrive.”

“I don’t know much, Y/N; I’m sorry,” she said, coming closer to you to start your makeup process. “But I do remember when rumours of their breakup started spreading. It had something to do with cheating.”

Your heart sank at the mention of cheating. “Please tell me it was Zendaya’s fault,” you pleaded.

“Why are you so...?” Alexa started to say before realising what was happening. “Oh, you have a crush on Tom!”

You scolded her, “Keep it quiet! I don’t think the directors heard it.” Alexa couldn’t contain her excitement and started jumping around you.

“I can’t believe it! You’ve got to talk to him! He’s been waiting for your sign since the Spider-man 2 premiere!” she exclaimed.

“What do you mean he’s been waiting for signs?” you asked, confused.

“Oh, Y/N, he’s been into you for a while now,” she explained, grinning from ear to ear.

Your mind raced as you thought about what Alexa had just told you. Could it be true that Tom had feelings for you? And if so, why had he yet to make a move? You knew you needed to talk to him about everything and get to the bottom.

“No way!” you exclaimed, breaking the silence.

“Yes, way!” Alexa grinned from ear to ear. “Oh, my G, he gave you so many signs! Firstly, he asked you to sleep in his hotel room in the second country of the tour...”

“He wanted to do a pyjama party!” you interrupted her, trying to make sense of the situation.

“With only you two? Get real!” she retorted, her voice laced with amusement.

“How do you know all this stuff?” you turned to face Alexa instead of looking at her through the mirror.

“You’re not the only client I’m friends with,” she smiled, “He asked to escort you to the red carpet of Spider-man 2. Wasn’t that a huge sign?”

“I thought he was being my friend since I wasn’t friends with the whole cast,” you explained, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Oh, poor Y/N!” Alexa said, messing with your hair. “I’m so happy you’re finally gonna get together!!”

“Not yet, Lex,” you said with a sad face. “I promised my agent I’d find out who cheated on who in his previous relationship.”

“Y/N, he’d never cheat on you,” Alexa emphasised.

“It’s not because of me that I’m worried,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, and your sentence rested in the silence of the makeup trailer.

Alexa paused and looked at you with a frown. “Then why are you worried?” she asked softly.

You bit your lip, trying to find the right words to explain your feelings. “I just don’t want to be the reason for anyone’s pain or heartbreak. And if he really did cheat on Zendaya, it’s not fair to her either.”

Alexa’s expression softened, and she placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “I understand, Y/N. But you can’t blame yourself for something that might not even be true. And besides, Tom is his own person. He’s responsible for his own actions.”

You nodded, knowing she was right. But the thought of causing anyone pain still weighed heavily on your mind. You took a deep breath and stood up, determined to discover the truth.

“Thanks, Lex,” you said, giving her a small smile. “But I’ve got a day of work ahead before I get to solve all this.”

Leaving the trailer, you saw Thomas arriving, but he was too far away for you to try and talk to him. Nevertheless, your chance would come — eventually.

Besides, there was a big scene ahead of you. It would be your character’s first interaction with Black Widow. Still, it would be your second time in a movie with Scarlett Johansson. You guys had worked together in a small film about a disfigured family a year before. You couldn’t tell if you liked the movie, but working with Johansson had been fun.

You heard a voice calling out as you were lost in thought.

“Hey, Y/N! Over here!” It was Scarlett, waving at you from across the set.

You smiled and waved back, feeling grateful for the distraction. Scarlett was always the life of the party, and you knew she would help you forget about your worries. As you approached her, she pulled you into a hug. “How are you, girl? Excited for our scene together?”

You nodded, “Definitely! I can’t wait to see what Black Widow will put me through.”

“Trust me,” Scarlett chuckled, “it’s going to be epic. You seem nervous? Is it because of my presence?”

“Ha-ha,” you faked a laugh, tilting your body away from her hug. “I am nervous, though. However, it’s unrelated to our shooting.”

“How so?”

You felt your cheeks heat up, “Oh, it’s nothing. Just some harmless gossip, I guess.”

Scarlett raised an eyebrow, “Really?”

You sighed, avoiding her face.

“Ok, ok,” Scarlett shrugged, dropping her eyebrows and keeping her expression light again. “I won’t pressure. How’s Spider-boy?”

Everyone knew that Thomas was only the actor behind the character of Spider-Man. Still, he had been such a kid on his first movie appearance that none of the old cast would let him forget, and the nickname, “Spider-boy”, just was a catch.

The fact that the first thing Scarlett suggested to light up the mood was Tom Holland didn’t go unnoticed by you, who raised your shoulders and looked away quickly.

“He’s doing great,” you answered, trying to hide how talking about Tom was weird. “He’s been working hard.”

Scarlett grinned, “That sounds like him. But, you know, we should play a prank on him later. It’ll be hilarious.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite yourself. “What did you have in mind?”

Scarlett leaned in conspiratorially. “You eat a bunch of garlic before the kiss scene,” her eyes sparkling with mischief, “it’ll be like a garlic bomb went off!”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Scar,” you couldn’t help but laugh at the thought, but then your eyes widened as you imagined actually doing it.

Scarlett shrugged, her grin fading slightly. “Suit yourself. It would’ve been funny, though.”

You nodded, relieved that she didn’t push the issue. The two of you headed to the training room for your scenes together. As you went through the motions, you couldn’t shake the nervous feeling in your stomach. The last thing you wanted was to accidentally hurt Scarlett during the fight scenes. You breathed a sigh of relief when the director called for a break, allowing you to regroup.

Scarlett stood beside you as you leaned against the wall, catching your breath. “You ok?” she asked, concern etched on her face.

You smiled at her, grateful for her concern. “Yeah, just a bit nervous. These scenes always make me worry about hurting the other actors.”

Scarlett laughed, “Don’t worry, I can handle myself. Just remember to follow the choreography, and we’ll be fine.”

As the shooting continued, the characters focused entirely on their training, their eyes on the task. In the scene, Black Widow, played expertly by Scarlett, noticed that Y/SH/N seemed distracted. You couldn’t help but feel the same way, lost in your own thoughts.

“You seem distracted,” Black Widow said to Y/SH/N.

Wiping the sweat from your forehead, you let out a sigh and responded, “It’s Peter.” The line was delivered as your character Y/SH/N, who never shied away from her feelings. “I think I like him.”

Scarlett’s portrayal of Black Widow was so convincing that you were completely immersed in the scene. She replied, “I can’t help you there, kid. You’ll have to elaborate. Is that a good or a bad thing?”

You knew that, on a personal level, your feelings towards Tom Holland (who plays Peter Parker) were complicated, but the question was about your character’s feelings, not your own.

“It’s a weird thing,” you answered, looking up to meet Scarlett’s gaze. “A complicated thing,” you added, ad-libbing as it wasn’t in the script.

Scarlett/Black Widow picked up on the unease in your voice, “Scared he doesn’t feel the same?”

You shook your head, “No. I’m scared of getting hurt.”

Scarlett stepped closer and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “You’re a superhero, kid,” she said in character. “Getting hurt is part of the job.”

Her words hit you hard, and you realised that her advice was more valuable than just for the scene you were shooting.

After wrapping up the shoot, you were exhausted and drenched in sweat. All you wanted was to take a long, refreshing shower. However, the filming schedule was tight — you still had to reshoot the scenes from different angles and try new performances, leaving you with no time to freshen up.

Your curiosity to talk to Tom Holland about serious matters consumed you, so you barely touched your lunch. Sitting next to him and Zendaya had been a poor choice; it had only worsened things, for you kept your head down quietly.

You three weren’t alone at the cafeteria on set, so that was why the place was not the best for confrontation. Next to you, you felt Tom shift, and you knew he would question you about your weirdness.

As you exited from the crowded table, Tom ran towards you, sensing something was off. His big brown eyes were focused on you as he asked, “Hey, Y/N. What’s this all about?”

Feigning ignorance, you tried to avoid the topic, but Thomas didn’t back down.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said with a tinge of sadness. His hand reached out to hold you but stopped midway, unsure how you’d react.

He continued, “Is it my fault? Is this about the interview?” His voice cracked as he lowered his eyelids, suggesting he was hurt.

You kept your gaze away, watching the crew scuttle around, preparing for the next shot. You felt guilty for ignoring Tom, and it broke your heart to see him upset. You had to know why his past relationship failed and if he could hurt you.

“It’s not about the interview, Tom,” you confessed, still avoiding his gaze. “It’s about some stuff that I have to figure out.”

“What stuff? Can I help?” Tom asked, genuinely concerned. His expression softened as he thought of the possibility of the matter not being about him.

After taking a deep breath, you decided to open up to him. “Actually, you can,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “But not here.”

You knew Tom had your back and was always ready to support you. After all, you guys were friends, first and foremost.

So what you developed feeling for him? That wasn’t news. Ok, maybe it was news he also had developed feelings for you, but that was life. You had to keep your focus on your friendship.

His offer to help gave you hope, and you felt grateful to have someone like him.

***

As Thomas opened the door to his trailer, he gestured for you to enter, closing the door behind you both. You could finally relax, at least for a little while. This was your chance to get the answers you were looking for.

“Y/N, you’re freaking me out. What is this about?” he said, his concern palpable. You took a deep breath before speaking, trying to choose your words carefully.

“Thomas, I… I hope this is not too personal, feel free to say this is none of my business, but I’ve got to know,” you started, hoping not to offend him. “Did you and Zendaya used to date?”

Tom looked straight into your eyes, and for a moment, you wondered if you had crossed a line. But then, he sighed and sat beside you on the couch.

“Yeah, but it’s water under the bridge now,” he answered, his voice low. “I mean, we broke up almost a year ago.”

“Ok… can I ask why?” you asked softly, trying not to push too hard.

He looked at you with the saddest eyes you had ever seen, and at that moment, you didn’t need him to answer who cheated on who.

“We were never meant to be a couple. We knew that from the beginning, but there was so much pressure…. we eventually gave in,” Thomas elucidated nervously, his voice barely above a whisper. “And it hurt us both. But, in the end, I kept our friendship. It was neither of our faults.”

You couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. It must have been painful to end a relationship like that, even if he knew it was fated to end from the start. You wanted to comfort and make him feel better, but you didn’t know how.

“I’m so sorry I asked, Tom. I just...I didn’t know how else to bring it up,” you said, feeling guilty for such a painful topic.

“It’s ok, Y/N. I knew you would eventually ask,” Tom said, still holding you close. “I’m just glad it was me you asked instead of someone else or Zendaya.”

“Why would it matter if it was someone else?” you asked, curious.

“Because I don’t think anyone else would understand as well as I do,” Tom said, his voice softening. “I don’t think anyone else could see it from my point of view.”

You nodded, understanding what he meant. It was clear that Tom deeply understood Zendaya and their relationship in a way that no one else could. It was a testament to their bond, even if it was now just a friendship.

“She hasn’t forgiven herself,” he said, breaking the silence that had been recently installed. “I’m sure it hurts her more than it ever did on me,” he added. “I never loved her like that; it was just a way of breaking up for me.”

“She is always trying to be the professional one….” you trailed off, remembering all the scenes you two had worked on together. “Cheating is probably the thing she’s most ashamed of”, you completed out loud Tom’s thoughts.

There was a long silence before you decided it was time to change the subject.

“So...I presume you read the new script,” you said, trying to keep your voice casual.

“I did,” Tom finally gave you a smile.

“And what do you think about that new scene?” you asked, trying to keep your heart from beating too fast.

“Which new scene?” Tom asked, his eyebrow raised.

“You know which,” you looked away, feeling your cheeks flush.

“I can’t remember,” he pretended to shrug.

“Urgh, the kiss’ one, Thomas!” you exclaimed, and he started laughing.

“I’d say it was about time,” he answered, eyes locking onto yours.

“For our characters to kiss?” you asked, confused. Peter had just kissed MJ, and Y/SH/N didn’t know what she was feeling...

“I’d say it was about time for us to kiss,” he said, his face getting closer to yours.

“Not on set!” you protested, jumping up from the couch.

“What have I done wrong now?” Tom looked at you with a playful smirk.

“Nothing. Urgh, the problem is with me! I’m too nervous about doing this right now,” you explained, trying to steady your racing heart. “I’ve waited for this kiss for so long...” you said, moving closer to his face. “I don’t wanna ruin it.”

“You won’t,” Tom reassured you. “But you’re right. This is not the perfect moment.”

He got up from the couch, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed.

“And don’t worry, Y/N,” he turned to face you. “I’ll find our right moment.”

***

You stepped out of Tom Holland’s trailer, still reeling from his words about finding the “right moment”. Your mind was racing with possibilities as you searched for someone to confide in. But, unfortunately, Alexa was nowhere to be found, so you turned to Zendaya.

With shaking hands, you scrolled down to her name at the end of your contact list. You hesitated momentarily, wondering if it was appropriate to bring up Tom. But you needed her advice, and she was always there for you. Taking a deep breath, you typed a message: “Zen, I need to talk to you about Tom.”

To your relief, she replied almost immediately. “Spill it out!” she wrote.

You took a deep breath before typing out your confession. “We almost...kissed?” you wrote, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Is that a question?” Zendaya called you immediately, and her voice was high in your ears. “And why ‘almost’?” she added.

You explained that you had freaked out and backed away before anything happened. Zendaya patiently listened as you recounted the day’s events, and then she asked the question you had dreaded: “Do you want to be with him?”

You hesitated before answering. Of course, you had feelings for Tom. But you were worried about a relationship’s impact on your career.

Before you could respond, Zendaya dropped a bombshell. “After what I did with him, I’ve been doing all I can to make him happy,” she admitted. “The party this Friday, it’s all because of you. I suggested it for him as a way to ask you out.”

Zendaya cut in again, unable to wait for your reply. “Just come to the party on Friday,” she said firmly. “As his date. I’ll tell Tommy. Dress sparkly.”

You were surprised and touched by her kindness. You had been so focused on your problems that you hadn’t realised how much she cared about you.

“How long have you been shipping us?” you asked, suddenly curious.

Zendaya didn’t answer.

You smiled to yourself as you hung up the phone. You were nervous about the party, but also excited. Maybe this was the “right moment” Tom had been talking about.

***

The clock struck four, signalling the end of your exhausting day as a superhero on set. Your body ached from all the fighting and stunts, but the thought of a free day ahead of you was a welcome reprieve. Walking towards your car, you saw a figure beside it, adorned in the famous Spider-Man costume.

It was Holland, his face uncovered but his body clad in the iconic outfit. In his hands was a beautiful bouquet of flowers, and his smile widened as he saw you approach.

“Y/N, I know I should have done this before,” he said, his voice warm and genuine. “And technically, Zendaya did it for me already, but do you wanna go on to Zen’s party as my date?”

You felt your heart race at his words, and you eagerly accepted the bouquet as you wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace.

“But I’ve got to ask, why the costume?” you asked, pulling back to look at him.

“First, because my job isn’t done yet,” he replied, his grin never faltering. “And second, because you couldn’t call me by my real name when we first met, so I thought this would be a fun callback. You were always like, ‘Hey Pet… Spi... —Tom!’”

You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing he was telling the truth. It was true that you called him “Spider-Man” at first, but you had long since gotten to know him as Thomas.

As you stood face-to-face with him, the air around you was thick with unspoken words and feelings.

“Party is tomorrow, right?” you asked, trying to break the tension.

“Yep,” he confirmed, tilting his head down shyly. “I’ll pick you up at 8?”

“Sounds neat,” you blurted out, mentally scolding yourself for the awkwardness of your words.

“Perfect,” he said, his charming smile on full display. With one last look, he turned and returned to his set to continue filming, leaving you behind with your head spiralling. What now?

***

The day of the party had finally arrived, and you found yourself standing in front of your closet, trying to decide what to wear. You had been looking forward to that night since Tom asked you out. Even though that had happened only the day before, it was enough for your mess of a mind to twist nervously.

You pulled out dress after dress, each seeming more wrong than the last. You knew you wanted to look good for Tom but didn’t want to look like you were trying too hard.

As you mulled over your outfit choices, your agent, Phill, walked in. He took one look at your face and knew something was up.

“Hey, kiddo,” he said, giving you a gentle smile. “Nervous about the party?”

You nodded, grateful for the distraction and not even bothering to wonder how he knew about Zen’s party. He was an actor’s agent. He had to retain those kinds of things. “Yeah, I just don’t know what to wear.”

Phill chuckled. “Well, I’m sure whatever you choose will be perfect. But that’s not really what’s bothering you, is it?”

You shook your head, knowing there was no fooling Phill. He had been your agent since the beginning of your career and had become almost like a father to you.

“It’s Tom, isn’t it?” he asked gently.

You blushed, surprised that he had guessed so easily. “Yeah, it is. I’m nervous about being his date tonight.”

Phill’s reaction was immediate and palpable. “Wow,” he gasped, “I did not know you talked to him already. You are not confident, so I thought my worries would have a break.”

You sighed, placing your hands over your hip.

“Apparently, your character has been rubbing off on you,” he tried to joke. Still, it was a miserable attempt since you knew he was dislinking your choices.

Phill put a hand on your shoulder. “Listen, kiddo. I know I pretend like I only care about your career, but the truth is, I care about you too.”

“I appreciate that, Phill,” you said, feeling a lump in your throat.

“I can tell you like him,” he continued thoughtfully. “And if you want to pursue something with him, then I support you, of course. But you have to be prepared for the consequences.”

You nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. Dating someone in the industry was never easy, and you were fully aware that it could impact your career. But you were willing to take that risk for Tom.

“So,” Phill sighed, “does this mean you know how his last relationship ended?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “You are one to gossip,” you said, trying to lighten the mood with a teasing grin.

Phill’s expression turned serious, but he was just messing with you. “I’m not gossiping. I’m just concerned.”

“All you need to know is that I trust Tom. He’s not like other guys in the industry,” you leaned away from where Phill stood, shrugging as you paced. “And besides, we’re just going on a date. It’s not like we’re getting married.”

Phill chuckled at your retort, but his expression remained serious. “I know, I know. But you know how these things go. You’re going on a date one minute, and the next, you’re the latest Hollywood power couple.”

You groaned, rolling your eyes. “That’s not going to happen, Phill.”

He ruffled your hair, and you felt like a little kid again for a moment. “I hope not. But just in case, you should wear that red dress you wore to Oscar’s last year’s after-party. It looks stunning on you.”

As he made his way to the door, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. It was good to have someone who cared about you and your career, even if he pretended not to care about the personal stuff.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Thanks, Phill. I’ll keep that in mind.”

***

When Tom arrived at your door, he was in awe of how stunning you looked in the red dress. Of course, he had seen you wear it before, but something about how it hugged your curves and flowed with every movement made him feel like he was seeing you for the first time.

“You look incredible,” Tom said, his eyes shining with admiration.

Blushing, you thanked him and took his arm as you made your way to Zendaya’s party. As you walked through the door, you couldn’t help but feel like all eyes were on you. You had never felt so exposed, and for a moment, you wished you had chosen a different outfit.

But then Tom squeezed your hand, and you looked up at him to see the pride in his eyes. He was genuinely happy to be by your side, making you feel confident again.

Walking through the crowded room, you heard whispers and murmurs from the other guests. You knew you were the subject of their gossip, but you tried to ignore it and focus on enjoying the night with Tom.

Eventually, you spotted Zendaya, and she made her way over to you and Tom. “You guys look amazing!” she exclaimed, giving you both a hug.

You thanked her and then turned to Tom, grateful for his company. Usually, Zendaya kept her gatherings small, but something had happened that night. She had primarily invited the whole Marvel crew, from filmmakers to actors to people from other productions. You and Tom were familiar with most of them, so you stopped to say make small conversation, and you two barely had time to talk in private until the music started popping louder. People were finally getting drunk, and the dance floor started to get alive.

As you and Tom made your way to the dance floor, you couldn’t help but feel a bit self-conscious under the scrutiny of so many people. But when Tom took your hand and pulled you close, you forgot all about the stares and lost yourself in the music and his embrace.

You swayed together to the song’s rhythm, and Tom whispered in your ear, “You look stunning tonight, as always.” You blushed at his compliment and smiled.

The night wore on, and you and Tom danced and chatted with other guests. You even caught sight of Chris Hemsworth and Mark Ruffalo sharing a laugh in the corner of the room. It was an incredible experience to be surrounded by so many talented and creative people.

But as the night went on, you couldn’t help but notice how some people kept looking at you and Thomas. It was as if they were waiting for something to happen between you. You could sense their curiosity and excitement but weren’t sure if you were ready to become the subject of their gossip and speculation.

Sensing your hesitation, Thomas leaned closer and whispered, “Don’t worry about them. We’re just here to have fun and enjoy each other’s company.” You smiled up at him, grateful for his reassuring words.

As the night came to a close, you and Tom said your goodbyes to Zendaya and the other guests and made your way out of the party. As you walked hand in hand towards the car, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation.

You got in, sitting next to him as he sat in the driver’s seat. He crookedly commented that Americans were weird for having the driver seated opposite the normal.

“You do know you Brits are the only ones with the driver on the right, right?” you asked, laughing.

It was nice to see you two still manage to break the discomfort. Tom’s hand found yours as you approached your house, and he laced your fingers together. The world seemed to fade away as he leaned in closer, his eyes intense as he gazed into yours.h

“This is weird, isn’t it?” Tom asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“What do you mean?” you replied, your heart beating faster.

“This whole celebrity thing. Everyone’s watching our every move, expecting something from us,” Tom said, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “You must feel it more than I do. You had more time in the normal world.”

You nodded, smiling after listening to the way he phrased it. “It’s like we’re always under a microscope,” you joked, unnoticing he had stopped driving for you were at your house.

“Exactly. But right now, it’s just you and me,” Tom said, inching closer.

His lips brushed against yours, sending shivers down your spine. The tension between you was palpable, and you deepened the kiss, feeling his hands sliding down your back.

When you finally pulled away, you both were breathless, but Tom’s eyes were still fixed on yours. “Goodnight, darling,” he whispered, his voice low and husky.

You smiled, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort in his embrace. “Goodnight, Tom,” you murmured back.

But as he leaned away, a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. “Although,” he added, with a teasing grin, “we’ll have to do this again tomorrow. For the cameras, of course.”

You laughed, feeling the tension from before dissipate. “Of course,” you replied with a playful roll of your eyes. “It’s all part of the job, isn’t it?”

With a final kiss on your forehead, you stepped out of the car, knowing he would only disappear down the street after you were secure inside. You felt a mix of excitement and nervousness for what the future held, but you knew it sure would be great.

***

“How’s it hanging, everybody?”

Jaymes, the interviewer from Movie Time, had finally gathered enough attention to be invited to work on a TV show where he was the host. So, naturally, all of his fans on YouTube followed, and his career couldn’t have been bigger than now. But, of course, some would say it was all thanks to the two interviews he did just before he skyrocketed the access views number — and the two interviewed had been none other than Y/N Y/L/N and Tom Holland.

It sure was a race to get the duo back with Jaymes; after all, their last movie, Avengers: A New Era, was finally out, proving to be a huge success. Whether it was the old Marvel buffs or yours and Tom’s shippers, the Internet was sure: everybody was buying tickets for that movie.

“We’re here today with Y/N Y/L/N and Tom Holland!” exclaimed the show host. “I couldn’t be happier to be with you two again.”

“It’s been a while,” you said, smiling politely.

“It sure has,” Jaymes agreed with a broad smile. “A year and a half?”

Thomas knew it by heart. “In a month, it will have been two years, Jaymes.”

“I can’t believe it!” the man exclaimed, looking at the audience, which roared with laughter as Jaymes playfully shook his head. “Time flies when you’re making blockbuster movies, huh?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his joke, feeling a sense of ease over you. Of course, being in the public eye could be overwhelming, but you had gotten used to Jaymes’ way of interviewing, for you had become his fan over the two years.

“So, Y/N, Tom, I have to ask, what was it like working on Avengers: A New Era?” Jaymes asked, turning his attention back to the two of you.

“It was a dream come true,” Tom replied with a grin. “To be a part of it was just incredible.”

“And the fans have been amazing,” you added, eyes scanning the crowd. “Their support has been overwhelming.”

It always had. Tumblr had never shouted your name louder since the movie came out, and the fans got to make GIFs of Tom and yours kisses. After all, they had known about the relationship (those things were hard to hide for so long). Still, you two had never done anything in public besides holding hands.

Jaymes nodded, a look of admiration on his face. “Speaking of fans, your shippers have been going wild on social media. What do you have to say to them?”

You exchanged a quick glance with Tom, feeling a hint of nervousness. “Uh, well, we’re just really grateful for their support,” you said.

Tom spoke up, his voice filled with teasing, “I do like their edits.”

You couldn’t help but laugh with him and the audience.

Jaymes chuckled. “Well, do you have one in particular?”

Tom couldn’t help but smile as he turned to you to reveal, “There was one particular scene I’ll never forget, and the fans have been editing it a lot.”

“Oh, do tell,” Jaymes said, leaning forward in his seat.

Tom took a deep breath. “It was the characters’ first kiss. I don’t know if everyone knows this, but every single kiss in that movie is absolutely real. And I have to say, Jaymes, that’s when I knew I was in love with Y/N.”

You blushed furiously, feeling the eyes of everyone in the room on you. Tom reached out to take your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Jaymes let out a low whistle. “Now, that’s an exclusive, folks. You heard it here first!”

You couldn’t help but turn to Tom and kiss him on the cheek mid-interview, making the crowd erupt into cheers and applause. After that, the rest of the interview flew by in a blur, with you and Tom stealing glances at each other and smiling every time the other spoke.

As the cameras stopped rolling, Jaymes leaned in and whispered, “You two are the real deal, aren’t you?”

You laughed, feeling Tom’s arm wrap around your waist. “I think we might be,” you replied, resting your head on Tom’s shoulder.

“I love you, you know,” Tom whispered to you as soon as Jaymes was distracted with his crew.

You looked up at him, a smile spreading across your face. “I love you too,” you replied softly.

Tom leaned in, brushing his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle at first, but it soon deepened, and you felt lost in the moment. When you finally broke apart, you were both breathless and smiling.

“We’re going to get in trouble,” you giggled.

“I don’t care,” Tom grinned. “I’ve been wanting to do that all day.”

“Thomas,” you chuckled, “we’ve been together for almost two years.”

“Still not enough,” he said, and he smiled. You knew he was going to make a joke, and you were right, for he added, “After all, I have to make up for all the time we lost as just friends.”

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jennifersylvesters · 6 years ago

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Like don't get me wrong I know nothing about what's going on in ur life but like I was just wondering when part 9 I think of not so subtle is gonna come out sorry this sounds so rude I'm just curious sorryyy

HFSHFHSDFHSD IDK WHY BUT THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME like if you had been on anon i probably would’ve burst into tears and been like “idk bro imma mess please don’t ask me right now”. but you seem really chill that i was like “i’m totally cool that she asked and said sorry even though she didn’t need to” 😂😂 that being said, part nine is already out but part ten won’t be coming out till late march / april

#asks #does any of this make sense?#i don't even know at this point lmao #that meme is how i feel right now #whomst let me be a person?#also might fuck around and write tonight #almostrosadiazz

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Joyous Almostrosadiazz

Tumbler: @almostrosadiazz

Date: May 28, 2018

Age: 14

Country: UK

Languages comfortable chatting in?: English

Chat Duration: I would like to talk long term but I don't really have a preference

Fandoms/general interest/hobbies: I love marvel especially Spidey and Brooklyn 99, I love rock climbing and I've just started kickboxing

Fun fact about yourself: I come from 5 different countries

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#chat #talk #internet friends #make friends #new friends #good friends #friends #friendship #meet people #meeting new people #Meeting new friends #Meet New People #meet new friends #marvel #Spidey #Brooklyn 99 #rock climbing #kickboxing

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grussell63 · 6 years ago

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Unexpected Chances - T.H.

A/N: Here we go again, I guess. I’m not fully back until February 13th. However I kind of have something coming for you and I’m ready to share some of it with you.

I know it’s not a lot, buuut, I’m kind of excited to get back to writing. Also, feel free to tell me what you think it’s going to be about or what you would like it to be about or what you think in general, idk do whatever you want.

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Some other peeps for attention lol: @harryrholland @starksparker @hollandroos @sincerelymlg @tomhollandvibes @petersshirts @dtftomholland @spiderboytotherescue

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland imagine #tom holland series #tom holland fic #tom fic #tom x reader #tom x you #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #tom holland story #tom holland writing

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lamptracker · 6 years ago

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FIC: Win-Win (part 3/?)

So since Tumblr is being, just, an ass lately: I hope this works.

Anyway.

FIC: Win-Win (Part 2/?)

Overall Summary: Temporarily homeless, the reader needs a place to stay. Her friend Tom, who has a reputation for being a womanizer, has an extra room… and an idea.

Very loosely based on the How I Met Your Mother episode “World’s Greatest Couple,” where Lily posed as Barney’s wife to help him get rid of his one-night stands.

Part summary: If plot summaries were Friends episodes, this would be The One Where the Reader Brings Home a Date.

Also, if plot summaries were quotes from Friends: “I think this is the episode of Three’s Company where there’s some sort of misunderstanding.”

But: Reader brings home a date, wackiness and a new feeling ensue.

Warnings: Some cursing and some conspiracy theories (it’s important)

Tagged: @stephie-senpai @lemirabitur @gravity-jade21 @ocaptainmycaptainrogers @hollandfieldblurbs @unicorn-princess-1999 @peter-holland-parker1996 @writings-and-stuff @almostrosadiazz @vendylewin

Part 1

Part 2

“So what do you do?”

(y/n) was at a moderately-priced restaurant, seated across from a guy she’d met on Tinder. She and Tony had been broken up for a few months, so she figured it was time to get back into the game.

She matched with Eric and decided to give it a shot. Unfortunately, four minutes into the date she’d decided a shot in the face would have better. He was cute, but that was just about where his good qualities began and ended.

“I’m a teacher,” she replied. “I teach English at Provost High.”

Eric nodded. “You know, a lot of people say teachers are underpaid.”

(y/n) smiled, and was about to agree with him. But, unfortunately, he opened his mouth and words continued to come out of it.

“I don’t buy it, though. I mean, they only work till 3 every day, they get summers off. I’d kill for those cushy hours.”

(y/n) rolled her eyes. “Well, I mean, there’s the before and after school stuff, and if you run an extracurricular you’re not exactly getting paid for that. And we have to buy our own supplies. I barely make enough for all that and rent, I mean-”

“Well, I’m an investment banker,” Eric said, cutting her off. “My dad got me the job. I barely have to do anything and I still get paid.”

“Huh.”

(Y/n) didn’t really care to relive their dinner conversation, but when Zendaya asked her about it later she did share some “highlights”:

“I don’t believe in vaccinating,” Eric said as he pulled the onions off of his hamburger and deposited them onto the table.

“You… okay, I am genuinely curious.”

Eric shrugged. “There are just so many nasty side effects, like autism and all that. Plus all the things we’re vaccinating against have pretty much been eliminated, right?”

“First of all,” (y/n) said indignantly, “they debunked that study, vaccines don’t cause autism. Second of all, you’re saying you’d rather your kid have a terrible, potentially fatal disease? And then, do you know why those diseases have been eradicated? Because of vaccines! Next you’ll be telling me the Earth is flat.”

“So you know about the ice wall that prevents us from falling off the edge!” Eric exclaimed; (y/n) rolled her eyes so hard that this time she was sure it was audible.

(some time later)

“Uh…” (y/n) said. “Do you, you know, want a plate for those onions? Or maybe you could ask them to bring you a burger without them?”

“Nah.” Eric pulled off another onion and added it to his pile. “That’s why there are waiters and busboys. They get paid to clean this up, they love it.”

(y/n) did not even attempt to hide her disdain. “Uh, yeah. I waited tables in college and I can assure you… we did not love it.”

“Well, then, your manager didn’t train you right.”

(This set off a ten-minute tirade about how “tipping culture is a myth” and “I just know they get paid more than people say they do, they’re just trying to bilk us out of more money” and some things that she honestly stopped listening to after awhile. She did slide their poor waiter a generous tip at the end of the night, though.)

Their dinner concluded with Eric saying something so romantic, (y/n) was sure he had a latent career as a poet:

“So are we gonna fuck or what?”

(Y/n) shrugged. “Who knows when I’m getting laid again. So… sure, why not?”

“We have to go to your place though, my roommate has...”

(To this day she cannot remember what his roommate had because at that point, she’d started reciting the opening to Burn Notice in her head.)

“Uh… yeah, okay. My roommate won’t be home for a few hours, I’m sure he won’t mind.”

“Oh, he? What is he, gay or something? I have a gay cousin, he...”

(My name is Michael Westen. I used to be a spy, until…)

“No, he’s a friend. And it’s temporary until my apartment is ready for me to move back into, there’s-”

“Whatever, let’s just go.”

(y/n) woke up the next morning feeling particularly awful about herself. She’d just had mediocre sex with a person she barely tolerated. She also, for no good reason, had a headache.

Now I know how Tom feels, she thought to herself. I gotta get this guy out of here before he destroys what’s left of my dignity.

“Eric?” she asked quietly. But he didn’t move, and was still snoring.

“Eric.” She shoved his shoulder; he awoke with a snort.

“What?”

“I have to go to work soon.”

Eric waved a hand dismissively at her, settling back into the pillows (she made a mental note to burn the pillows later). “Well, have a good day, I’ll lock up when I leave.”

(y/n) threw her head back in defeat. “I’m going to make some coffee. Feel free to leave before you get any.”

Eric just waved at her again as she rolled her eyes and stumbled into the kitchen. She measured out the grounds, put them into the coffee filter, and was just starting to fill the carafe with water when she heard the all-too-familiar screech.

“Oh, my God! Tom! Is this your wife?!”

“Y-yeah,” Tom replied, fake-sheepishly.

“I cannot believe this, you’re married?!”

“Whoa, wait, (y/n). You’re married?”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened.

She had nearly forgotten Eric was still here. And that she hadn’t told him about this “arrangement.” (Well, she started to, but Eric seemed to have an issue with people finishing their sentences.)

“I...well… yes? But no. But yes. Well, actually, it’s sort of a funny story. You see, Tom here needed…”

Eric raised a hand, interrupting (y/n)’s stammering. “Save it. I don’t want to know. I had a nice time, up until right now. I’ll go get my stuff, don’t bother calling.” He raised an eyebrow at Tom’s date. “So… wanna go get some breakfast?”

“Sure,” the girl giggled as she too went to gather up her things; they left soon after.

“Make sure his breakfast doesn’t have onions!” (y/n) called as the door closed; she and Tom stared at each other in semi-awkward silence for a few moments.

“That,” (y/n) said as she pointed at the door, “was my first date since Tony and I broke up.”

Tom suddenly looked embarrassed. “Oh, no. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin it, I…”

(y/n) shook her head. “Nah. It’s all good, I was trying to find a way to drive him out anyway. He was cute and all but he’s an anti-vaxxer and a Flat Earther who thinks teachers get paid too much.”

“Wow, he sounds like a real peach,” Tom said dryly.

“Remind me to tell you about his 9/11 conspiracy theory someday, but we have to save it for when you really need a good laugh.” (y/n) chuckled. “Oh, and the sex was just terrible. He came in, like, two minutes. And do you know what he said to me, Tom? Do you know what he said to me?”

“If it wasn’t ‘let me help you get off,’ I’m tracking him down and running him over with a steamroller.”

“I hope you have a steamroller available, then.” (y/n) sighed. “He said, ‘Oh, uhh, maybe next time.’ Maybe next time, Tom. Then he rolled over and went to sleep.”

Tom snorted. “Pretty bold of him to assume there’d be a next time after that.”

“Well, there won’t be now. But… you know what? It’s okay. Maybe… nah.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Tom smiled. “C’mon, you’re my wife, you can tell me anything.”

(y/n) chortled. “Maybe I jumped back into the pool too soon, you know? Maybe I just… maybe I need to focus on myself right now. Forget about dating for awhile. There’s a student at school that wants to start a club that focuses on women’s issues - you know, bringing awareness, fundraising, all that? They’re looking for an advisor, I could do that.”

“I think,” Tom said, “that focusing on yourself is a wonderful idea. I also think that you need a hug.”

“I don’t know if we’re at that stage in our relationship yet.”

Tom snorted again. “Would you just come here?”

(y/n) laughed as Tom folded her into his arms. She sighed deeply as she rested her head on Tom’s bare chest.

This feels… nice, she thought to herself. His arms were warm and strong, she felt safe and cared for in them.

She’d felt that way once before, with Tony. At least, at first.

(y/n) shook her head slightly.

What are you doing? She thought. You cannot. This is not happening. You’re just vulnerable right now.

You are not falling in love with Tom Holland.

You CANNOT fall in love with Tom Holland.

You WILL NOT fall in love with Tom Holland.

But what she didn’t know was, Tom was having a similar internal conflict.

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