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[geminisholland]

yessss your request are open!!!!! could you do a tom blurb where he is super clingy and just wants to spoil you because he is going away again soon and buys you all these nice gifts which are wayyyy to expensive

a/n: um yeah this was something else, tom spending an insane amount of money on his s.o. is hot to me 

word count: 1815 

warnings: references to sexy time and angst and fluff and also cursing cause i like cussing

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“Tom, did you make sure to pack your lucky shirt?” You asked, digging through the drawer the two of you share. He stood behind you, sliding his hands around your waist, spinning you around to face him. You laughed as you put your hands on his chest, the two of you smiling.

“You worry too much, Y/N,” He said. You shook your head in disapproval as he gently pushed you against the drawer, pinning you against him.

“What is this?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow. “Trying to get more time out of me before you go?”

“Oh, yes darling,” His voice turned into a growl, “but that’s not the only thing I want from you.”

You looked at him, then giggled, realizing what he meant. You started kissing him, and he picked you up to bring you onto the bed with him. Your hands tangled in his hair, his hands on your waist; pulling you closer into him. He couldn’t let you go; not now, not ever. Your lips moved in a way so thrilling, the sensation sent chills down your spin. You loved feeling his warm lips on yours, you did your best not to think about how long he would be gone as both of your clothes were left in a pile off the bed.

Your bodies moved together through muscle memory, you’ve been together on this bed a hundred times before. Yet, this time felt different. Almost as if he couldn’t let go of you, he couldn’t let you out of his sight. Everything you did, he was behind you, watching you like a little kid. Perhaps this was a metaphor for how Tom felt about you, like a little kid again. You made him feel that puppy love, the love that people search their entire lives for. You have had your arguments, like any couple would, except your fights were mainly about his status in Hollywood. How busy he was because of this, how closely everyone watched the two of you. You and Tom did your best to keep your relationship as private as possible, but that was only to a certain extent. He was never able to promise you a normal life, but he made sure to give you a grand one.

“I think we should go shopping,” Tom said as he put his clothes back on again. You smiled, Tom’s insane job came with plenty of benefits- the wealth being one of them.

“Where should we go?” You asked, raising your eyebrow as you began to pick out an outfit.

“Wherever you want, darling,” He answered, walking over to were you stood in the closet. Your eyes met, and a smile grew on his face.

“Wherever?” You probed, keeping eye contact with him.

“Yes, wherever,” He confirmed, then placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I know you like to keep a low profile...” You trailed off, you realized you didn’t want to complete that thought. You would never put him in a situation were he was uncomfortable. “Actually, never mind.”

“No, what is it?” His eyes met with yours again as you turned to face him, only half of your outfit on.

“There’s just a place in the city I’ve been wanting to check out,” You revealed. “But, I know we’d be seen there, and I don’t think I want to deal with that on the last day here before you leave.”

“Oh, I remember you telling me about that store,” He responded.

“Yeah, it’s okay though, I’ll go after you leave,” You explained. “Should we get some food?”

You moved your attention back to getting dressed, rummaging through countless outfit ideas. Tom was awfully quiet, and you wondered why he didn’t respond to you.

“Tom?” You called out, but there was no response. You finally decided on an outfit, then left the closet to see that Tom wasn’t even in the bedroom anymore. You rolled your eyes, how nice of him to just leave in the middle of your conversation. You walked down the stairs of your home the two of you shared in his hometown. Your shoes echoed on the floors of the quiet house, the place was too big for just the two of you. When Tom would leave for projects that were months on end, you were miserable. Nothing to fill the silence, except your own thoughts- and that wasn’t always pleasant.

You turned the corner to find Tom putting his coat on, and texting someone on his phone.

“Ah, finally love, are you ready to go?” He asked, then pulled you into him. He kissed you, softly, before returning back to his phone.

“Where are we going?” You questioned. You stared at him as he started gathering his things, not answering your question. “Tom?”

“Huh?” He shot back. You tilted your head at him, confused.

“Where are we going?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, you’re playing dumb,” You smiled at him. He flashed you a grin, then put his wallet in the pocket of his jacket. He grabbed his keys, and put a hand on your lower back.

“Are you ready? Do you have everything?” He questioned as the two of you walked towards the door.

“Yeah, I think so,” You responded. 

“Perfect!” He exclaimed, then the two of you walked out to the car. He was being overly nice right now, opening and closing the car door for you. Putting on your favorite music- which, for the record, he never does when he’s driving. You wanted to question it, but honestly, you didn’t want him to stop.

“I can’t remember,” You started. “How long are you filming this next movie?” You asked, looking at the window to be welcomed with the typical English skies, grey and gloomy.

“Uhh,” He let out. Your eyes darted to him, and he had a questionable look on his face- like he didn’t want to answer.

“How long?” You deadpanned.

“Long,” He whispered. You licked your lips, you were growing annoyed.

“Thomas.”

“Fine,” He shook his head. “Five mont-“

“Five months?” You yelled. “What the hell?”

“I know! I’m sorry!” He yelled back. “I didn’t know it would be that long!”

You shook your head. “I thought you said three months just a few weeks ago, what happened?”

“I thought you didn’t remember,” He shot back, giving you a glare.

“Keep your eyes on the road,” You said.

“Let me make it up to you,” He whispered, he was trying to move the conversation. “Please.”

His eyes met with yours again, and you nodded your head. You were annoyed, but you could never stay mad at him. He placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles into your leg. The rest of the ride was just the two of you singing along to music, and him moving his hand from your leg, to your face, to your neck, all over. He never failed to make you feel loved.

He pulled his car into a spot, and the two of you stepped out into the cold atmosphere of London.

“You didn’t have to do this,” You explained to Tom. “You know people will recognize you here.”

Tom shook his head, “I don’t care.”

He pulled you into him, his hand around your waist, your hand around his. The two of you walked into the shop you were talking about earlier, it was just a small boutique that you saw on Instagram, but their clothes were really cute. You spent a few minutes looking around, holding up clothes to Tom, asking what he thought. He was never the most helpful with shopping, he thinks everything looks good on you.

“Wait a damn minute,” You said. You grabbed a sweater that had caught your eyes, then held it up to Tom. “I think I need this.”

“It’s really cute, babe,” He agreed. You smiled at him, then added it to the collection of clothes he was holding in his arms for you. You kept looking around, adding more clothes and jewelry to your pile. You finally gave up, determining you have successfully looked through the entire store. You walked over to Tom, and your mouth flung open.

“Um, I am not getting all of that,” You said to Tom. “That’s way too much, let me put some back.”

He shook his head, then started walking towards the cashier.

“Tom? What are you doing?” You called after him as he kept walking. He ignored you, placing everything on the counter as the cashier started ringing everything up.

You looked at him, and he looked back at you. He had a smirk written all over his face. You tried to be discreet in front of the cashier as you whisper-yelled, “Are you crazy?”

He looked down at you, “Let me do this for you.”

“Thomas,” You began, then your eyes widened as you saw the cost. “It’s almost a thousand dollars, you’re not doing this!”

“Yes I am,” He shot back, his smile growing.

“Thomas Stanley Holland,” You growled out. He kept ignoring you, and gave the cashier his credit card.

“I wish my boyfriend would do this for me,” She joked as she took the card from him. You and Tom gave a half-hearted laugh, as you gave him a side glare. You couldn’t believe how much money he was spending right now, you knew he felt bad for leaving, but there are plenty of other ways to make it up to you. Like, sex, or a date night. The cashier handed you your bags, and the two of you walked back to the car.

“You’re ridiculous,” You let out, but you had a smile on your face.

“I know,” He agreed, looking at you. He couldn’t stop smiling as he opened the car to put the bags in. You started to walk towards the door, but he locked the car.

“Where are you going?” He asked. You looked back at him, confused.

“What?”

“We’re not done, we haven’t even hit Saint Laurent yet,” He responded. “That’s my favorite store!”

You laughed, then walked over to him. You pulled him into you, rubbing your hands on his back. Your cheeks were tired from smiling so hard, and you pulled out to look at him.

“I love you baby,” You said. You placed your hands on the back of his neck, pulling him into you. You kissed him, and he kissed you back. His warm lips tasted like mint, and he smelled heavenly. His arms moved up your back, landing in your hair, gently tugging as his kissing turned more rough. You laughed against his mouth, breaking away from the kiss.

“Slow down there, big guy,” You whispered, your eyes sparkling despite the gloomy skies. “We’re in public.”

“Yeah, I don’t give a shit,” He responded, then pulled you back into him.

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[geminisholland]

shameless self promotion, go follow my star wars blog if you are interested! i just posted my first story!! yayyyy!!

this can’t happen obi wan x reader

a/n: yay!! first post on this blog!! this will probably have a part 2 bc it needs one! my inbox is open for requests- welcome everyone! i’m so excited to be here! ignore typos i didn’t proofread

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warnings: cussing, battle scene, grief, lots of angst, reference to passing out, i’m not sure what else- if i missed anything please let me know

word count: 2421

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friends with benefits masterlist (1)

links last checked 16/8/2021 | more masterlists

all the ways to love you by tomhollandeu (ao3)

summary: you need help to get yourself off and decide to call your best friend for a favor. tom becomes more than just a friend for a night.

arcade by angelic-holland

summary: being friends with benefits can be tricky, especially when one person catches feelings before another does. 

are you jealous? by eeyore101247

summary: tom and reader are friends with benefits and tom is sick of constantly having to watch men flirt with her.

dare you to move by starksparker

summary: friends with benefits is supposed to be just that. friends with the benefits of fooling around and not having anything more than platonic feelings. easy, fun, thrilling, no one gets hurt…right?

effortless by hilllsnholland

flicker by toms-gf

summary: they’re roommates, but one night (with lots of vodka in the picture), they write up a list of rules. rule one being no strings attached. they made sure to write it large, underline it twice, and highlight it with her favorite blue highlighter. some say that rules are bound to be broken, for better or for worse. but, that’s something they have to decide.

gone wild by angelhaz11

summary: one thing was certain–you were one hell of a p.a.

just can’t get enough by marvelouspeterparker

summary: you and tom have been doing this friends with benefits thing for a while now, repressing your feelings, playing this twisted, toxic, jealousy fueled game. but when will you both just accept the truth and be honest with each other?

last summer by blissfulparker

summary: you and tom meet during a summer vacation in hawaii, you both find yourselves tangled up in each other but didn’t realize how serious it was until the both of you break paths and go home. but what if your summer fling was far more than a summer fling?

leave by selfcarecap

mine by touchmethomas

summary: when a familiar face is back in town, y/n and tom make a dangerous bet to see who can bed her first. haz is worried, y/n gets a massage from a pretty girl, and our two protagonists knock boots more than once (in a variety of locations).

more than that by softspideys

summary: looking back on it, you wondered why you thought that you and tom could ever be just friends.

philanthropy by museinmind

summary: things seemed to be going too well in your life when you became your sorority’s president. so of course something has to go sideways somehow, and you end up having to take a chemistry class if you want to graduate next year. so what better person to tutor you than tom, the frat ultra hot boy who hides the fact he has textbooks nearly memorized?

rebound by sovietghoststories (ao3)

summary: tom and the reader reconnect with a rebound hookup at a party.

study buddy by evanstan-hoe

thirsty by hollandbaby

this side of heaven by screamholland

summary: you’re both stubborn as hell, but you can’t get enough of each other either.

‘tis the damn season by geminisholland

you are my home by aimerriarkle

summary: you and tom have been fwb for quite some time now. you’d like to think that your relationship has evolved past that, but does he think so?

“you don’t know what’s good for me, because if you did, you’d know it’s you.” by hollandandi

summary: in this moment, his mind raced with memories of you, similar to this one. where you would lay peacefully, silently mostly, and yet, the room felt full. it felt warm, and calm - it was where tom wanted to be all the time.

your love is forbidden by tomhollandeu (ao3)

summary: tom realizes he’s in love with you and wants to be more than friends with benefits.

[blissfulparker]

I need some angst one shots that I can cry really hard to them, but everyone of them feels the same 😔 Do you have any recs??

Yessss I have some

Too late by @geminisholland

This blurb by @geminiparkers

He died in the end by @allfandomxreader

Strictly business by @asonofpeter (okay this is a series and you’re probably wonder ‘why did you call this angst’ it’s getting angsty trust me and also the one sided love hurts)

More by @toms-order

This blurb by @geminiparkers

Til death do us part by @allfandomxreader

Not again by @piscesparker

[geminisholland]

heyy hunny, how are you?? If you’re still taking requests, maybe like reader, tom and paddy bonding time? like them taking paddy out for hot chocolate/coffee, and just strolling around the city ... maybe the two of them helping paddy with girl problems and all. just fluff and bantery in general hehe :)) thanks!

a/n: ugh nothing hits better than some good ol’ fluff.. thank you for your patience <3 you are so appreciated!!

warnings: fluff 

word count: 1521

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Staying with Tom’s family was always an adventure, the amount of testosterone in the house was a testament to that. You loved going to London to be with his family, though. They were all truly amazing people that you loved being around, and they loved you as well. They put your comfort as their highest priority, making sure you knew that this was your home as well.

“So, what’s on the schedule today?” You asked while walking towards Tom. The two of you stood in front of his bed, your eyes locking with one another. You moved your hands to his chest, leaning against him as you kissed him.

“Mmm,” He hummed during the kiss. You pulled away to look at him again, a smile creeping on his face. “I was thinking we could just walk around the city, maybe be tourists for the day?”

“Tourists?” You questioned. “You would do that for me?”

You smiled as he pulled you closer to him, his hands on your waist. You interlocked your hands around the back of his neck, the two of you interlaced together.

“I would do anything for you, darling,” Tom responded, eliciting a smile from you. He kissed you once more, then broke away to start getting ready.

The gloomy weather in London tends to bring down the mood of others, as they do desperately craved the sunshine. You, on the other hand, were drawn to the gloomy days. You loved everything about them, the way they made you feel. How the weather brought people together, more specifically how the weather brought Tom closer to you. He loved to snuggle, the two of you would be walking down the street, and he’d open his jacket and wrap it around you. He made sure you were always warm, but most importantly, warm from him.

When the two of you made your way downstairs, you were welcomed by every member of Tom’s family, and you flashed all of them a smile. One thing about the Holland’s, was that they were always there. You didn’t mind, really, but this meant no alone time with Tom. Today, you were getting that alone time- just the two of you, being tourists in London.

You were discussing your plans with everyone, barely noticing that Paddy had snuck away from the conversation, going upstairs to talk to Tom. You were deep in conversation with Harry about how to properly pronounce words when Tom tried to pull you aside.

“Y/N,” Tom whispered in your ear, making you turn around to face him. “I need to talk to you, let’s go in the hallway.”

You nodded, your face was filled with concern as he took your hand into his own, pulling you away. Paddy stood in the hallway, looking back between both you and Tom.

“What’s going on?” You asked, looking between the two of them.

“Tom promised me hot chocolate,” Paddy stated.

You raised an eyebrow, “What?”

“Okay, a little back story, Paddy,” Tom shot back. You were looking at them with an extremely confused expression. Paddy and Tom kept looking at each other, giving you no explanation.

You started to laugh, “What is going on?”

“Paddy is coming with us, we’re getting hot chocolate, and listening to his problems,” Tom explained. You started to laugh, you could tell that Tom and Paddy had been bickering before they came to this conclusion, and it was quite amusing.

“Okay,” You responded. “I’m excited! Who’s excited?”

You looked between Tom and Paddy, then chuckled to yourself. You shook your head at them, then walked away.

“I’ll be waiting in the car!” You called out.

Tom drove into the city, talking about a new project he has coming up. You and Paddy talked about the best places to get hot chocolate, and never missed an opportunity to make fun of Tom.

“My agent thinks this movie is going to be really big,” Tom explained, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Anything you’re in is big,” You responded, flashing a smile to him.

“That’s what she said,” Paddy whispered.

You shook your head, a small chuckle escaping your lips.

“That’s not how that saying works, Paddy,” Tom responded, shaking his head. Paddy couldn’t see it, but a smile formed on Tom’s face.

The three of you eventually made it to the cafe with the best hot chocolate, according to Paddy. After you ordered your drinks, the three of you started walking the streets of London.

“So,” You started, turning to look at Paddy. “Can I ask why Tom promised you hot chocolate?”

“It’s nothing,” He dismissed. You looked up at Tom, and he just shook his head.

“Girl problems,” Tom admitted.

You placed your hand over your heart, as you gave a soft chuckle.

“Aw, Paddy,” You began.

“I don’t want to make a big deal out of it,” Paddy responded. He huffed out, then took a sip of his drink.

Tom placed his hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You also wrapped your hand around his waist, the two of you walking together.

“Well, I’m a girl,” You joked. “I might be able to help!”

“I don’t know,” Paddy started. “I’m embarrassed.”

“What?” You stared at him. “Why?”

“Don’t be embarrassed, mate,” Tom responded. “We’re here to help you.”

“You have to promise you won’t make fun of me,” Paddy said.

You and Tom looked at each other before looking back at him.

“Of course we won’t!” You said.

“I was more talking to Tom,” Paddy joked, a smile forming as he looked up at Tom.

“Piss off,” Tom said. “I would never make fun of you,” he paused. “For that.”

“Tom!” You exclaimed, playfully hitting his chest with your hand. He flashed you a smile, then placed a kiss on your forehead.

“It’s just that,” Paddy started. “Well, there’s this one girl that I really like, and I want to ask her out, but I don’t know how she feels about me.”

“Do the two of you even talk?” Tom asked, half-kidding.

“We talk every day! After school, she facetimes me!”

You looked at Paddy, your mouth wide open. “What are you waiting for, it’s obvious she likes you!”

Paddy shook his head, “What makes you say that?”

“Umm, mate, if she calls you every day it’s pretty obvious,” Tom explained. “Y/N used to text me every day, and that’s how I knew she liked me.”

“Yeah,” You started, looking up at Tom. “And you called me every time you saw my text. We would talk for hours.”

You leaned onto his shoulder as the three of you kept walking, giving Paddy endless advice. The drive back to the house consisted of you and Tom hyping Paddy up, creating a game plan on how he was going to ask the girl out. He was incredibly grateful for the advice, and was extremely excited about his plan. In fact, when you got back to the house, he immediately ran out of the car to start planning. You and Tom looked at each other, and started laughing.

“Oh to be young again,” You whispered. You sat in the car, your body facing Tom’s.

“You talk as if we’re old,” He responded. He placed his hand on your cheek, moving a stray hair away.

“It sure feels that way,” You joked, laughing into his hand.

“Paddy has that effect on people,” Tom chuckled. The two of you sat in the car, not ready to face the entirety of Tom’s family right now.

The grey clouds that hung above you turned angry, water hitting the windshield of the car as you and Tom talked. You smiled, you loved this weather.

“Should we make out in the car?” Tom asked. Your eyes grew big, you couldn’t hold back your laughter.

“What?” He cried out. “Don’t you want to feel like a teenager again?”

“Oh,” You whispered. “I absolutely do.”

With that, you climbed into the backseat of the car with Tom, laying down in the leather seats. The rain splattered outside, the warmth of your bodies causing the windows to fog up. Tom placed his lips on yours, your hands tangled in his hair as he towered over you. He moved his lips down your neck, leaving a trail of warmth along your body.

“I love you,” You breathed out. Tom stopped kissing you to look at you. He was breathing heavy, the curls of his hair covered his forehead.

“You what?” He whispered. His cheeks were growing red.

“I love you, Tom,” You said. His silence was making you anxious, your breaths started to become heavy.

Then, he let out a sigh of relief.

“I have always loved you, y/n, the minute we met I knew,” He started. “I was waiting for the right time to tell you, but I was nervous that it would be too soon, and I jus-“

You brought your lips onto his, interrupting his rambling. You pulled away for a second, looking at his face as you held it in your hands.

“For the record,” You breathed out. “I felt the same way.”

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[geminisholland]

Hi! Could you write something where like, it's post new year and Tom is hungover and super clingy. So reader entertains him and he's just 🐙🐙🐙 😂 soft clingy mornings hnggg

a/n: so when i read this i immediately thought “taylor swift” so there are some references to her song, “new years day” of course. thank u for sending this in to me, can we all just collectively think about soft!tom and how clingy he would be when he’s hungover. whew. also, feedback is much appreciated & my inbox is open for requests. i will get to all of them, i’m just lazy sometimes  i write for another blog so that takes up some time :-)

warnings: fluff, there’s like one short reference of being sick but nothing explicit :)

word count: 994

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You and Tom had spent all night on your feet, dancing away the last moments for the year. If there was one thing you and Tom knew how to do well, it was drinking. You downed shot after shot, never thinking of slowing down. Of course, Tom was right there taking the shots with you. He also had a few glasses of beer, and also a glass of champagne. You didn’t question any of this though, Tom did this at every party. He also would grab you to sing karaoke for everyone, and made sure you were by his side all night. He couldn’t risk ringing out the new year without you by his side, and made sure your midnight was met with a kiss from him.

Tom loved you so much, it almost scared him. Almost. He made a promise on the first new years the two of you spent together, that he would be your New Year’s kiss every year. Three years later, you’d say he’s kept his word.

The party left the two of you stumbling to get into the Uber, and the entire car ride was you and Tom giggling. The two of you were blinded by the dizziness the alcohol provided, swaying as the car rocked. Tom placed had placed his hand on yours, squeezing it gently before the two of you crawled into bed. Despite being completely plastered, Tom looked at you before passing out, and gave you a kiss.

“I could do this forever,” He whispered. You smiled at him, then nodded your head.

“Me too,” You agreed. Then, he ripped off your fake eyelashes, sending you to audibly groan.

“I love doing that,” He laughed. He threw them across the room, then passed out. You laughed to yourself, then fell onto his chest to sleep.

You woke up the next morning to a pounding headache, and a sleeping Tom. You rolled over to grab water from your nightstand, chugging the entire bottle. You did your normal morning routine, washing away the night before in the shower. You did your best to keep quiet, not daring to wake up a presumably hungover Tom Holland. Considering he didn’t touch any water last night, you were certain you’d be dealing with the classic hungover Tom, but you loved to joke that this was actually ‘Thomas’, his hungover alter ego.

“Y/n?” You heard him question from the other room. You walked in to find him sprawled out on the bed, his head at the end of it.

“Yes?” You asked, observing him. “This is a very interesting position you’re in Tom.”

“Come snuggle,” He begged, staring at you. He reached his arms out, as if to grab you for himself.

“I have errands I have to run,” You explained. He pouted his lips out, giving you a disapproving look.

“Come on, it’s New Year’s day what could you possibly have to do?” He whined.

“We need food, and I have to pick a dress up for a fitting,” You said. He rolled your eyes at you.

“Do it tomorrow,” He shot back. You shook your head at him, then walked away. You were looking through the fridge when you felt Tom press his body against your back, sliding his arms around your stomach. He nuzzled his face into your neck, and you laughed.

“Hi Thomas,” You said, shutting the fridge doors then turning around to face him. He scoffed, he hated when you called him Thomas, but agreed he acted like one when he was hungover.

“That’s fair,” He agreed. “Now, come cuddle with me.”

“Tom, I already explained-“ He picked you up before you could even respond, taking you to your bedroom, and laying you on the bed. You laughed the whole way up, you loved when he did this. He later on the bed next to you, pulling you into him. Your head on his bare chest, his hands on your back. You played with his hair as you shared stories from last night.

“I’m surprised you even remember that, you were so drunk,” You laughed. His smile caught your attention, and you didn’t dare look away from him. His hands went up and down your back, your legs intertwined with us.

“I was drunk, huh?” He said, laughing at the memory.

“Yeah, I’m surprised you could even leave the bed,” You addressed, your tone mixed with confusion.

“Oh, I’m not that hungover,” He said. You stared at him, your eyebrow raised. “I’m not going to lie, I woke up last night and was extremely sick, but I feel so much better.”

“You’re crazy!” You exclaimed. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I didn’t want to bother you!” He shot back. You shook his head at him, and he pulled your closer into him. He placed a kiss on your forehead, then you looked up at him. Your eyes met, and you leaned in to kiss him. His hands moved to the back of your neck as he pulled you closer to him, your lips moving together. You broke away from him, remembering what he said.

“You should always bother me, Tom,” You expressed. “I love you, I’d do anything for you.”

He smiled at you, brushing a stray hair out of your face. “I know, baby. I love you too.”

The two of you laid there, him holding you, for hours. Talking about everything, and anything. Tom finally broke away to use the restroom, then stopped in his tracks, staring at the wall.

He started laughing, then you smiled at him, his laugh always made you smile.

“What is it?” You asked, smiling at him. His hand moved to the wall, then revealed a small black object on his finger.

“I found the eyelash I threw last night,” He said, and the two of you burst into laughter. You could recognize that anywhere; his voice, his laughter, him. You could spend every New Year’s with him.

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[geminisholland]

i’m covered in you Tom Holland x actress!reader

a/n: whew i had fun with this!! i loved writing this so much! also, if you like star wars and want to give my other blog some love @makerkenobi i would appreciate that!! references to my fave song, ivy by miss swift

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warnings: cussing, angst, and a whole lotta fluff

word count: 2174

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The hours spent on set between you and Tom had inevitably created a close bond for the two of you. There were many sleepless nights together, running scenes for hours on end before the director finally shot one they liked. You were each other’s rock during the whole process, Tom made a point to come over to your trailer before a particularly difficult scene, and provide support. You were newer to acting, and Tom helped guide you and give you advice during filming. It was safe to say that Tom was your best friend, and you were his. However, playing lovers on screen and having that chemistry was difficult for you to ignore. You knew that deep down, you had feelings for Tom, you just decided from the very beginning that you couldn’t pursue him. You wanted to make sure you established yourself as a professional, which you are.

You were professional for the entire filming process, never having a night where you drank too much and kissed him. Never. You were quite proud of that, because there were many opportunities where you could have. Tom was hard to read, anyways. You never knew how he was feeling, one minute he’d talk about some girl he likes, and the next he’s going on about how he just wants to stay single right now.

The press tour for this movie was coming along in just a few days, and you were doing your best to prepare. Mentally, that is. The press tour was going to have a lot of bonding time. Interviewers asking you questions every day, all day. Sitting next to Tom for hours on end just talking about each other and the movie. Being only a hotel room away from him. Celebrating the movie coming out with trips down to the hotel bar at midnight, you knew this was dangerous.

A ding from your phone made you snap out of your daze, as you picked it up to look at it.

Tom: Are you excited for the press tour or whattt

You: haha yesss i’m so excited & also kinda nervous?? idk why

Tom: I have that affect on people

You: shut up

You: it’s effect btw

Tom: No it isn’t

You: uhhh... yes it is dumbass

Tom: Shut up

Tom: I’ll see you in a few days in the best city ever

You: you’re only saying it’s the best city because it’s your city

Tom: Ya that’s why it’s the best

You: you’re so annoying i’ll see you soon

With that, you locked your phone, and resumed packing. You really only needed to pack pajamas and workout clothes, because all your outfits for the press tour were being brought in by your stylist. You really couldn’t complain about any of this, you got to play dress up for a month or so, hang out with Tom, and talk about a movie you’re really proud of. Oh, and also travel across the world. That part was pretty cool.

You flew into London a day early so you would have time to adjust to the time difference. Tom was kind enough to invite you to stay the night at his house before the two of you left for hotel rooms every night.

When you arrived, you were extremely tied, and didn’t have the energy to hang out with Tom’s entire family, and his roommates.

“Hey everyone,” You said as you walked into his house. Tom was behind you, carrying one of your bags.

“It’s so heavy,” He groaned out, and you rolled your eyes at him. He was never very subtle about what was on his mind.

“Hey y/n!” Harry called out. “We missed you!”

You looked around the room to see just about everyone that Tom knows sitting in his living room. You weren’t expecting to be met with at least ten people, right after you got off of a ten hour flight.

“Oh... hey!” You let out, your eyes were wide with shock. You were really tired, but didn’t want to be rude. “How is everyone?”

You made your way around, saying hello to everyone, as Tom put away your luggage in the guest room. He came downstairs, and you turned around to look at him. He had the biggest smile on his face, he loved seeing you with everyone. Of course, you had already met and hung out with his family and friends, but you were special to him; which means you getting along with his family and friends was really important to him.

“Hey, Tom,” You said. “Can we talk real quick?”

“Of course, darling,” He responded. You grabbed his arm, leading him out to the backyard so you could talk in private.

“That was really nice of you to have everyone here,” You acknowledged. You looked up at him as he flashed you a grin. He was overflowing with excitement, it had been a few months since you last saw each other in person.

“Everyone missed you,” He explained. “Myself included.”

“I missed you too, Tom.” You looked up at him, your arms were still interlocked together as you stood on the gravel, overlooking his backyard.

“I don’t want to be rude,” You started. He furrowed his brows as you continued, “But I’m really exhausted, and I think I need to just take a little nap. Can everyone come back for dinner?”

“Oh, of course!” He exclaimed. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t even thinking- I was just so excited you were coming, and everyone else was too I ju-“

“Tom, it’s okay,” You smiled at him. He relaxed as your eyes met. “I’m really appreciative, Thank you for doing this. I just need some sleep right now.”

“Of course,” He nodded. The two of you went back inside, and Tom had asked everyone to come back later to give you some time to unwind. You walked into the guest room he had made for you, and laid down on the bed, not bothering to get under the covers as you drifted off to sleep.

Having dinner with everyone later was extremely fun, and you were feeling like yourself again. The entire stay at Tom’s house was incredible, the two of you messed around a lot, but at the end of the day he was really a great friend. The morning you two were getting ready to leave for the press tour, he brought up tea to your room. It was the little things, you thought.

That day consisted of driving to the hotel, getting ready for interviews, and talking a lot about the movie. The two of you ended up in the hotel bar later that night, starting off the press tour by getting drunk. There were multiple days of this; you went from England, to France, to Germany, Spain, everywhere. You and Tom were having so much fun, all you did was talk in interviews, eat good food, sightsee, and get drunk. It was magical, actually. But everything changed when you went to Italy.

“We have Y/N Y/L/N and Tom Holland here, promoting their new movie,” The interviewer spoke into the camera. You and Tom sat beside each other, smiling as they continued to talk and ask questions.

“Was this movie more difficult to film, Tom? Because of how dark it is?” She asked, and Tom nodded his head.

“Oh, definitely,” He began. “I had a hard time with scenes, but luckily I have an amazing costar who helped me out with them.” He placed his hand on your shoulder as he looked over at you.

“And you, y/n?” She started. “It was also difficult?”

You nodded your head, “It’s definitely something I’ve never done before.” All three of you laughed before you continued. “Yeah, it was very difficult, actually. I’m very lucky Tom was there, there were a lot of tears- on and off screen!”

The three of you let out a laugh again, and Tom took his hand off your shoulder, and it fell onto your lower back. You gave him a quick look before the interviewer continued to ask questions.

“Because this movie is so dark, I thought it would be fun to ask some fun, lighthearted questions!”

You and Tom nodded, and she started to begin.

“What are you favorite colors?”

“Blue,” You let out.

“Green,” Tom responded.

The questions kept coming, and you and Tom were having a lot of fun with them. It was something different, and you liked that. Then, she asked the question that changed everything.

“What song reminds you of the other person?” She asked. You and Tom looked at each other, thrown off by what was just asked.

“Uhh,” Tom started. “I think I’d have to say Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra.”

You laughed, knowing why he said this.

“We had a lot of dance parties in the hair and makeup trailer to this song,” Tom answered. You nodded your head.

“And you, y/n, what song reminds you of Tom?”

You hesitated, you knew what song he reminded you of, you just were scared to say it out loud.

“Umm,” You drifted off. Tom stared at you, waiting for your answer. “I don’t know why, but my brain is saying ‘Ivy’ by Taylor Swift.”

You and Tom looked at each other, he looked confused; raising an eyebrow to indicate his confusion. The interviewer cleared her throat, then changed the subject. You spent the whole interview on edge, Tom kept giving you the side eye, and you knew you were going to have a conversation about it after.

Except after wasn’t until much later, you had at least three more interviews to do that day. When this interview ended, you didn’t have any time to chat with him. Your makeup artists rushed over to do touch-ups before the next interviewer walked in.

You were in agony, you wanted so badly to talk to him about this, but the two of you had no time alone. You were doing your best to not look at him, you couldn’t make eye contact right now.

Finally, you wrapped up the interviews for the day, and you and Tom started heading to your hotel rooms.

“What was that?” He asked, breaking the awkward silence as you walked back to you rooms.

“What was what?” You played dumb, but still looked at the ground.

“Look at me,” He demanded. You looked up at him, he was taller than you, and you were already in a vulnerable position. “You told me that ‘Ivy’ was a song that made you feel like you were in love, do you not remember that? You said that when we were filming.”

“I remember.”

“Then what the fuck was that?”

You breathed in, your heart was racing and you started to sweat. You were growing anxious. You looked behind him to see your hotel room number, you were hoping you could escape this. Maybe this wasn’t healthy, you thought. Running away from your problems. You just couldn’t handle him saying anything other than that he feels the same for you. You tried to move forward, but he blocked you.

“Don’t run away from me,” He growled out.

“Fine,” You said. “What do you want me to say?”

“What you meant,” Tom responded. He started to back up, so he was against the wall right next to your hotel door. You stood across from him, on the other side of the door.

“What I meant,” You were stalling. He stared at you, waiting for you to response.

You couldn’t look away, though.

So yeah, it’s a fire, it’s a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it. You started it.

Your eyes met each other, and you started to moved your way closer to him. He started walking towards you, your bodies inches apart.

So yeah, it’s a war, it’s the goddamn fight of my life and you started it. You started it.

You would do anything for him, anything. He breathed out, and you felt his breath on your face.

“I love you,” You whispered. You nodded your head, looking down at the ground. You couldn’t even look him in the face. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He had a smile on his face.

“Oh, y/n, I love you too,” He said. You laughed, but was abruptly cut off by him smashing his lips into yours. You brought one hand to his neck, the other to your back pocket, trying to find the hotel room key. You stumbled, Tom was closing in on you. There was no space left between your bodies, and you were on fire. His hands were in your hair, and he was pushing you up against the wall. You giggled, you were struggling to put the key into the slot of the door, but Tom ripped it out of your hands and shoved it in the slot. He opened the door, then picked you up, taking you into your hotel room.

Now I’m covered in you.

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[geminisholland]

Hi! What would you think about writing a fic where Tom and reader are both working on a show or movie or something, and they have feelings for each other, but they're too nervous to do anything, and then they both end up in a prop closet or something alone, and then ✨stuff✨ happens? If not that's fine!!

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warnings: cussing, sexual tension u could cut with a knife, an intense make out sesh (no smut)

word count: 2211

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the long nights on set were beginning to catch up with you and your costars. every day you felt more delusional, surviving only by the caffeine that tom would bring every morning. it was really a routine at this point, you’d sit down in the chair of the hair and makeup trailer, and one minute later tom would stroll in with your exact order.

“and an iced matcha for the diva,” he liked to joke. that was his nickname for you, diva. he thought that maybe you’d pick up on his flirting if he started calling you names like diva, and princess. you payed no mind to him, because you thought he was making fun of you. that he didn’t take you seriously, and that was frustrating, because, well, you had feelings for him. you weren’t entirely sure how he felt about you, though, and it was driving you insane. you’d convince yourself you would be okay without him, that if he didn’t like you back, you’d survive it. but then he would walk in to the trailer, holding your matcha, and calling you diva. you couldn’t push aside the euphoria that rushed through your body every time he called you that. you actually really enjoyed it, but tried to ignore that as the embarrassment of him making fun of you settled in.

tom was really cocky too, but you assumed that came with being an excellent actor, and being quite successful. you’d talk to your friends about him, because when were you not talking to him? when were you not thinking about him?

“he’s so cocky, maybe i don’t actually have feelings for him,” you’d explain. “he walks around calling me names, who does he think he is?”

your friends would groan, because they heard this everyday. they would go from “yeah he sucks” to “aw, you should tell him how you feel, you two would be so cute together.”

you just felt so stuck. you’d act in scenes with him, and would feel the connection, but as soon as the director yelled cut the connection would turn to a code that you couldn’t decipher. you really couldn’t figure him out.

he would abruptly open your trailer door, and yell, “hey princess, let’s get going they’re ready for us!”

you’d roll your eyes, but walk with him to set anyways, because you enjoyed his presence. you were friends, at this point. he would invite you to his place for game nights, and take you out to dinner during particularly hard days. he would show up to your place, unannounced, with a pack of truly’s- just cause. you would give him rides to set, and get him his favorite food when he’s filming. you tried not to think about how often he would send you the “you up?” text, because you didn’t want to convince yourself this was something, when there was a possibility it was nothing.

but, you really liked him. he was tom holland, your celebrity crush. the person you’d call when you’re sad. the person who you’d run scenes with for hours on end, and never get tired of being around him. the person who you could just look at, and feel safe. he was home to you, you just didn’t know he felt the same. so, when the electricity went out during a particularly bad storm in Atlanta, and you and tom were in the supplies closet alone, you weren’t exactly prepared for what was about to happen.

“you really ordered an iced matcha while there’s, like, a borderline hurricane happening outside?” tom exclaimed. he stared at you as you stood up, and grabbed the drink from his hand.

“yes, i really did,” you shot back. “what are you gonna do? call me a ‘diva’?” you smiled at him, and his eyes slowly moved down your body than back up to meet your eyes. yes, he really did just check you out, but you were sure you only imagined that in your head.

“i might,” tom replied, then sat in the chair next to you. “it’s still early, though. there’s time to catch up on the name-calling.”

“i’m looking forward to it,” you teased, rolling your eyes at him. sometimes pushing tom was fun. tom shot you a glare, and you smiled to yourself as you sat back down.

“weather is crazy, huh?” tom observed. “i’m not the biggest fan of big storms like this.”

you looked over at him, noticing the concern on his face.

“i think they’re fun, i absolutely love just sitting at the window, and watching rain,” you confessed. the two of you were looking at each other, the only noise was the rain outside the trailer. your heart was beating so hard, you were certain tom could hear it. just the two of you, alone in a trailer. nothing new, yet something felt wildly different this time. perhaps it was tom’s vulnerability due to the storm happening outside.

the feelings you were marinating in were disrupted by the trailer doors being opened, and the makeup artists walking in.

“so sorry we’re late, the storm is insane,” one of them apologized.

“no need to be sorry, tanya, we’re just glad you got here safely,” you replied. tom nodded his head in agreement, and they started to work their magic on the two of you. while in the makeup chair, you and tom decided at the beginning of filming that you would switch who plays the music every day. so, your day to play the music was today, and even though the two of you agreed on this, tom complained.

“why can’t i just play the music today? you always play the same songs,” he whined. you rolled your eyes at him, trying to ignore him.

“oh god not taylor swift again!” tom groaned. you loved that even though you were the one who was perceived as dramatic, tom was actually the diva.

“tom, shut up,” you said back. “you are so annoying when it comes to this shit.”

you looked over at him, and he was looking at you. his eyes sparkled in the light, and you felt your stomach flutter at the way he stared you down. you looked away, staring back down at your phone to try and recover.

a few moments passed, and the two of you were done with hair and makeup. now was the real challenge, getting to the set during the insane storm.

“where’s the umbrella, tom?” you asked while you looked around.

“i have no idea,” he answered. you looked up and glared at him.

“didn’t you bring it over here? i could’ve sworn you were holding one when we walked here twenty minutes ago,” you mocked. tom smiled.

“it’s right here, i’m just messing with you,” he replied.

“you’re so annoying,” you remarked.

you grabbed your script and the matcha, then made your way over, talking about the scenes you were shooting today. this was something the two of you did almost every day, you liked to rehearse your lines before getting on the stage. when the two of you arrived, you set down your script, but kept drinking your matcha as you and tom started blocking. this was something you did before every scene, and was what made your days so long. you had to work out every detail of the scene you’d be filming before actually filming it; which was time-consuming, and sometimes frustrating. you and tom were set up at a table for this scene, sitting across from one another.

“y/n, if you could just move your head more towards the right, we’d get a better shot,” the director called out. so you did, and in doing so, your hand moved with you, and knocked the matcha off the table.

“oh shit,” you said, looking back at the director with an apologetic face. “i’ll clean it up, don’t even worry!”

tom sat across from you, laughing at you as you scooped the ice off the ground, and put it back into your cup.

“that doesn’t sound good,” the director replied.

“no, don’t even worry! i’m totally cleaning this up, it’s gonna be spotless,” you breathed out. you were extremely worried, though. the green liquid covered the floor of the diner set that was built. tom eventually started helping you.

“this is ridiculous, y/n, you can’t scoop the liquid with your hands,” he observed. “let’s go get some paper towels, okay?”

you looked up at him with watery eyes, you were worried that you had just ruined a set that took a while to build.

“okay,” you agreed. the director walked up to the two of you, looking at the spilled drink then back at you.

“i’d think paper towels would be more helpful than your hands, y/n,” he joked. “don’t you think?”

you nodded, “yes, tom and i will be right back with those.”

you and tom walked in silence over to the supplies closet, where they kept the paper towels.

“so embarrassing,” you let out under your breath.

“what was that?” tom asked. he opened the door to the closet, and turned the light on. the closet was huge, so both of you went in to look for the paper towels.

“it’s so embarrassing, doing that in front of everyone,” you admitted. “i shouldn’t have had my drink there.”

tom scoffed, “oh please, we all bring our drinks with us when we’re blocking, anyone could’ve done that!”

you nodded in agreement, uncertain of your voice at the moment, so you opted to stay silent. the lights started flickering right as you found the paper towels.

“that was weird,” tom announced.

“yeah, that was weird,” you replied.

the lights flickered again, and within seconds you were in pitch black.

“wow,” you let out. “tom, where are you?”

“i’m right here,” he said. you laughed, because you thought it was a ridiculous answer. you put your arms out, and tried to walk towards him.

“do you have your phone? i need a flashlight,” you asked.

“no, i left it out there,” he replied.

“shit, me too,” you noted. “put your arms out, i can’t find you.”

“okay,” he said. you walked for a few seconds, then ran into him.

“there you are,” you commented.

“here i am,” he said. the two of you were standing so close, his hot breath was felt on your face. your eyes started to adjust to the darkness, and you could see his features now. you could see his lips. oh my god, you could almost feel his body against yours. you felt butterflies in your stomach as you realized just how close he was to you. you could just touch him, you thought. you could, you really could just grab his face, and kiss him. right here, right now.

“should we try looking for the door?” you asked out loud. the silence was killing you, you had to escape it. tom stood still, breathing harder with every second. “tom?”

“you talk too much, you know that?” he breathed out. you were so taken aback by that statement, your breath grew shaky. “every time i try to make a move, you talk. you just-you talk too much.”

you stood there, in the dark, in absolutely disbelief.

“oh,” you let out. you didn’t know what to do, you were frozen. your eyes were completely adjusted now, and you could see tom more clearly. his face, his arms, his hands, everything. his hands moved up your body, starting at your hips then making their way to your face. you brought your hands around his neck, you were breathing so hard you felt as if you could pass out.

“you are so beautiful, y/n,” he revealed. “so fucking beautiful.”

you smiled, although you weren’t sure he could see that. your hands moved to his face, you cupped his cheeks into your hands. tom moved his face closer to yours, cupping your cheeks as well. he placed his lips onto yours, then started to kiss you. like, really kiss you. not a cute, little peck that you would see in the movies. a rough, passionate kiss. the kiss you had been waiting for all this time. one of his hands dropped to your lower back, and he pushed your body onto his. your hands started to move under his shirt, as your tongues started to swirl together. your cheeks flushed as the warmth of his tongue and body encapsulated you. his hand moved off your cheek, and started to move under your shirt to take it off.

the door abruptly opened, and a bright flashlight made you and tom move your hands up to your face. your bodies broke apart, but the damage was done.

“tom, y/n, we need you back on set, they’re about to turn on the generator,” one of your costars said. “oh, don’t forget the paper towels.” they started laughing, as well as both you and tom.

the three of you walked back, and you wiped your mouth, then looked at tom. he smiled at you, then put his hand around your waist.

you leaned into him, then whispered, “we’ll have to finish that later.”

he shook his head in agreement, “okay, diva.”

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Too late

this was a request, thank u so much to the person who requested this!!

a/n: wow, another actress!reader prompt i get carried away with! what a shock! i might make a part 2 to this if i feel like it, cause i think it deserves a second part! lmk what y’all think of that. as always, my inbox is open and feedback is always appreciated. love u, thank u <3 

summary: actress!reader is tom’s lover in the movie they are filming, but things off screen are a little rocky 

warnings: angsttttt and swearing

word count: 2033

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this was it, this was the big break you have been dreaming about for years. Your journey as an actor started a little over three years ago, and you loved every moment. what you didn’t expect with this journey, was how much time it actually took to have a significant role. you had gotten roles here and there throughout the past few years, but nothing quite like starring in a movie alongside the famous tom holland. 

you were so excited, not only because you had finally booked a big role, but because tom was your love interest in the movie. you felt a little weird about it, because tom was someone you had been a fan of for quite some time. you really admired him as a person, and the skills he has as an actor. 

The day of the chemistry reading with Tom was a nerve racking day, if you had no chemistry with him, you wouldn’t have gotten the role. everything depended on how the two of you interacted during that read. you remember the day like the back of your hand. 

you walked into the room, and was greeted with a group of people sitting down at a table, facing you. there were two chairs sitting in front of the people, who you assumed were the producers and casting directors. you had no idea who the chemistry read was going to be with, because everything about this audition process was extremely secretive. you weren’t even sure what movie you were auditioning for, just the characters name, and a scene to perform. someone sitting at the table asked you to sit at the chair, and you did as asked. you were really uncomfortable, you remember that much. the audition anxiety was quite prominent this day, you knew that everything depended on this. 

so, when Tom Holland walked into the room, you did your best to keep your cool. Which, for the record, was very difficult. 

“Hi darling,” he greeted. His warm smile spread across his face, and his eyes twinkled in the light of the room. He sat down in the chair across from you, then put out his hand. you shook his hand, you couldn’t stop staring at him. 

“i’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you,” you let out, plastering a smile on your face. his hand was still wrapped around yours, but you barely noticed. the two of you stared at each other for a considerable amount of time. 

“i’m tom holland,” he responded. “it’s so nice to meet you, y/n.”

“yeah,” you whispered, not breaking eye contact. “you as well.” 

he dropped his hand after the moment the two of you shared. The two of you sat in silence as the producers and casting directors talked amongst themselves, figuring out which scene to perform. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, even when you were talking to the producer, and had your back turned to him, he couldn’t stop staring. 

the scene the two of you performed convinced everyone in the room that you were perfect for this role. You never knew this, but after you left the audition, everyone made fun of Tom for falling in love at first sight. He made sure to brush off these remarks, as he had a girlfriend whom he loved very much, but deep down he knew they were right. 

a couple of months went by before you heard anything about the audition. this part was brutal, because you thought that the role had been given to someone else, due to the radio silence. you remember talking to your agent right after the chemistry read, how you nailed it, and knew that you had gotten this role. instead, you had come to terms with the fact that this wasn’t meant to be. there was someone else with more chemistry, who had played the part of tom’s lover, instead of you. 

but then the phone rang one night, and you answered it to your agent telling you that this part was yours. that you would be working alongside Tom, and that your hard work had paid off. 

The long days on set were catching up to both you and Tom, you were struggling getting through your scenes with one another. everything you did, tom would have a reaction to. 

“I think you should react angrier to my line,” you explained. “i just think that would be more convincing?” you looked at tom with kind eyes, this scene was a particularly difficult one to get through. 

“okay,” he scoffed. he rolled his eyes at you, and you were certain that you wanted to punch him. 

“I'm just trying to make the scene work, Tom,” you shot back. He had been acting like this since the beginning, and your tolerance for his behavior was growing thin. 

“got it,” he responded. He never looked you in the eyes anymore, except during scenes. every time you went up to him when you weren’t filming, he would brush you off. sometimes, he would just walk away without responding. everything about this was so... cold. where was that chemistry the two of you had when you first met? 

“I'm going to get dinner, do you want to come?” you asked after the scene was finally done, and you had wrapped for the day. Tom looked up from his phone to look at you, then moved his eyes back down to the glow of the screen. 

“i can't,” he responded. you stood across from him, and shook your head. 

“okay.” you couldn’t even look at him, and just walked away before saying something you didn’t mean. you thought working on this movie with tom would bring the two of you closer, but the reality was that you barely knew him. 

“he’s just so fucking intolerable,” you informed your friend over the phone. “i will be talking to him, and he’ll just randomly put his hand up, and walk away to answer the phone. who does that?” 

These phone calls happened almost every day, because Tom acted like this- every day. there was still two months left of shooting, and you really could not see how you were going to survive this. you didn’t understand why tom was unbearable, considering his girlfriend was insanely kind. you loved when she was around, because she actually included you in things. she invited you out to dinner with them, hung out with you in your trailer, everything. you just really admired her. 

A few days later, Tom came onto set with the worst attitude he has ever had. every time you spoke, he rolled his eyes at you. your chairs were next to each other, and when you sat down next to him, he moved his chair away from you. 

“are you fucking kidding me?” you yelled. “this is getting ridiculous!” you stared down tom as he looked back at you, and his eyes showed a glimmer of concern. you were furious though, absolutely fueled with anger. 

“you could at least use your words!” you commanded. Tom fully turned around to look at you, then opened his mouth. 

“leave me alone, y/n,” he hissed at you. “i could not make it more clear that i’m not interested in building a relationship with you, at all.”

your heart sank with those words, even as an actor, you couldn’t pretend that didn’t hurt you. you couldn’t hide the pain that came with that statement, either. you sat in the chair, arms crossed, and stared at the set to distract yourself. you watched the crew move props for the scene you and tom were doing, and then remembered you had to do a scene with tom today. you sighed, you couldn’t think of something you wanted to do less than be beside tom for hours. 

“whew! the set looks good, how are we all feeling?” the director called out, then looked between you and tom. she stood there in silence as the two of you didn’t answer her question. 

“alright! it’s gonna be an interesting day!” she exclaimed, then walked away. “tom and y/n, take your marks! we don’t have all day!” 

the two of you grudgingly walked to your marks, standing across from each other, but not daring to look at one another. 

“let’s be a little bit more warm, your characters are in love!” the director called out, then called “action!”

the two of you “acted” in the scene, doing your best to pretend you were in love. you could hear the groans escape the director as you kept falling flat in your line delivery. 

“okay, cut!” the director yelled. “okay, wow, let’s take a little break, and revisit that!” 

you nodded in agreement, and left set to go back to your trailer. you sat on the small couch, and placed your head in your hands, taking deep breaths. you were so confused, you didn’t know what you did to make Tom hate you so much. you were always kind, and patient with him. always willing to go out of your way to help him out, and at first he was this kind, patient person too. Then, he started to close himself off to you, and then just grew hostile. 

you took one last deep breath, then left your trailer. you saw tom walking towards the set as well, and you stopped in your tracks. no, you couldn’t do this scene with him. not today. Tom had noticed you stopped walking, because he looked back at you. it looked as if he was contemplating something, but ultimately decided against it, because he continued to walk to set.

“what is going on with you today?” Sarah, the director, questioned. “this isn’t like you.”

you shook your head, you could feel the frustration and sadness building inside of you. 

“tom is just so fucking unbearable,” you explained, your breath growing shaky. “Everything I do, it’s just not good enough! He's so mean, too. He dismisses everything I say!” yeah, everything that was building inside of you for weeks was coming out right here, right now. “like, today i sat in my chair next to him, and he picked up his chair to move away from me! i don’t even know what i did!”

tears were starting to form in your eyes, and Sarah grew extremely concerned. 

“i’m so sorry, i had no idea he was acting this way,” she responded. you shook your head. 

“it doesn’t matter, he’s acting like a toddler right now,” you admitted. Sarah looked at you, then looked at Tom who was walking over to the two of you. 

“what the fuck do you want, tom? What is it now? are you going to yell at me because we’re behind on filming?” you shouted at him. He stood across from you, then shook his head. 

“Okay, let’s do this somewhere else,” he said. He took your arm, and the two of you walked to a more private area. 

“let go of me!” you grunted. “you’re such a dick!”

“okay,” he responded. the two of you stared at each other, no one spoke or moved for several moments. 

“is this your plan to make me hate you?” you questioned. “if you want me to hate you, your plan is fucking working!” 

Tom took a step back, your words definitely stung. 

“It was just easier to pretend I hated you,” Tom replied. you looked at him, tilting your head in confusion. 

“pretend?” your voice cracked, and tears started to stream down your face. “why would you do something so cruel?” 

you were hurt, so, so, so fucking hurt. you couldn’t decide what was worse; him actually hating you, or him pretending he hated you. 

“i got scared,” he confessed. “You made me feel things I have never felt before, and that really scared me. i also have a girlfriend, and i love her so much, but i was worried if we became close i’d develop feelings for you.” he paused, staring at you and analyzing your face. He brought his hand up to your cheek, wiping away the tears. “i think it might be too late for that, though.” 

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[geminisholland]

What about Christmas is such an important time of year for the reader and every year she spends it with her family. Now she agreed to spend christmas with Tom and she is super home sick and cries a bit when she isn’t with her family. Tom gets upset because he thinks it means that she doesn’t want to be with him on Christmas and that’s not true, she’s just never had a holiday away from them.

warnings: extreme angst and fluff- just how i like it

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christmas appeared like a blinding light in the middle of sleep, out of nowhere. this year was different to you, because you normally spend it with your family. this was the one holiday you truly cared about, because of the traditions christmas held. the years of memories in your childhood home made it so special. stories told around the fireplace of past christmas’s from your parents, and the christmas’s of their parents before them. the thought echoed in your mind of what christmas would be if only you were at home, but you knew this to be selfish of you, as tom and his family welcomed you with open arms. they did their best to make you feel at home, but even their best efforts failed.

you sat beside tom during a family dinner on christmas eve, shying away from any conversation being made. you were preoccupied with your own selfish thoughts of wanting to be home. so, when tom placed his hand on your thigh you hadn’t noticed. his fingers traced a pattern, and gained your attention as you looked down at them, then back at tom with a warm smile. his eyes were soft as the met yours, filled with an emotion you couldn’t decipher.

“remember when harry forgot to turn the stove off and ruined the vegetables last year?” sam reminisced. everyone laughed and teased harry for the incident, but all you could do was let out a soft chuckle. tom sensed something was off, because you normally were the center of attention, always telling stories and making everyone around you laugh. your phone buzzed in your back pocket, and you excused yourself from the table. due to the time change, you hadn’t really made contact with your family, so you made it a point to answer this call.

“hey! how’s christmas at toms?” your mom asked. you heard people chattering in the background, and you realized your entire family was together. except for you.

“it’s good, mom. i just miss being home,” you explained. there was a lot of sadness surrounding this holiday, seeing your family was very rare due to your schedule, and being at tom’s made you feel even more homesick.

“well, we miss you too,” she replied. “here say hi to everyone!”

and so you did, seeing everyone together in one room felt overwhelming to you. your heart was dropping at the sight, and missed them dearly. you exchanged your goodbyes, then hung up the phone. when you went back to the table, the plates were already cleaned up, and everyone went outside to sit around the fire. you stood there, wishing you could just go back to tom’s room, and just sleep this holiday off. time felt frozen as your mind replayed the image of your family together.

“are you going to come out with us, love?” tom cooed. he placed his head on your shoulder from behind you, and you let out a gentle smile.

“of course,” you replied, turning around so that the two of you were face to face. his demeanor implied a great concern towards you, but you dismissed it by taking his hand in yours and walking outside. you sat on his lap, a blanket to cover the both of you, as the stories continued outside.

“y/n, what is your family doing for christmas?” tom’s mom asked, and the attention shifted towards you.

“oh just hanging out, we have a tradition of having a gingerbread house contest, so they’re doing that,” you responded. again, the ache washed over you, and the sadness filled you up. everyone nodded, saying that the tradition sounded fun.

as the night grew near, tom’s family decided it best to return home. the two of you waved goodbye from the doorstep, then tom closed the door to look at you.

“what?” you asked, analyzing his face.

“i don’t get it,” he responded. the two of you stood in front of the door for what felt like years until he spoke again. “do you not want to be here? do you not want to celebrate christmas with me? i just don’t get why you are so distant from me today, i-i feel like you don’t want to be here with me.”

his eyes filled with hurt, it took everything in you not to burst into tears.

“of course not, thomas. i love spending this holiday with you, i’m just really homesick right now and can’t shake the feeling,” you explained. you placed one of your hands on his cheek, gently moving your thumb.

“you’re homesick?” he asked. you nodded your head, dropping your hand so that it rested on your hip. “oh, love i’m so sorry. i wish i had known.”

he pulled you into a warm hug, and any attempts to hold back tears were diminished. they came streaming down your face as you hugged him back.

“i miss them so much,” you sobbed out. he held you in his arms for a lifetime, letting you cry. he gently stroked your hair as you began to calm down, then kissed you.

“i love you, a thousand lifetimes,” he said. you smiled at him, then went in for another kiss.

“a thousand lifetimes? i guess i am important,” you joked. the two of you went upstairs and fell asleep, dreaming of the memories that have yet to be made.

when you woke on christmas day, you were welcomed by a warm house filled with laughter coming from downstairs. you walked downstairs to see tom’s entire family in the dining room, all wearing christmas pajamas and listening to christmas music. you were a little confused, then tom came up behind you.

“i thought we could do a gingerbread house contest, to make sure you don’t break tradition,” he said while looking at you. you smiled, and nodded your head in agreement. a thousand lifetimes of loving this man did not seem long enough for you...

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[geminisholland]

hey love 💕 can you maybe write something where Tom and the reader have a big fight. Just lots of angst and at the end fluff!!

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warnings: angst, fluff, like one cuss word 

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the endless nights away from tom were beginning to take a toll on the relationship. the constant yearning and need for him was always in the back of your mind, it was hard to focus on anything other than tom. the sleepless nights began to pile up as the warmth he used to give you was now replaced with a cold, empty bed. tom did his best to keep in touch with you despite his busy filming schedule, but the efforts were rarely enough. every time you sent a text, tom would respond after a day or two. the texts were always short, more of a check-in than any actually conversation. which is why you were surprised to get a call from him, because he rarely reach out on his own. you hesitated before you answered, worried of the words that might be said.

“hey,” you answered. a sense of dread was washing over you, you loved tom, but you weren’t the happiest with him right now.

“hey love,” tom responded. you sat on your couch, staring out the window as the gloomy sky seemed to match how you felt. it was hard, really hard. being with someone who works almost 14 hours a day, and not having any energy left for you.

“what’s up?” you questioned. you couldn’t quite understand why he was calling. especially after not hearing from him for three days.

“i just wanted to hear your voice,” he explained. “i miss you so much, y/n.”

your heart sunk a little bit, you loved him. like, really, truly loved him, but this conversation should’ve happened weeks ago.

“i miss you too, tom,” you replied. you could hear his breaths on the other end, he was there, but couldn’t say anything. “tom?”

“things have been so busy on set,” he confessed. you sighed into the phone, and could feel your anger start to rise.

“so busy you couldn’t pick up your phone?” you shot back, yes, you are definitely angry now.

“that’s not fair, y/n, you know what to expect when i’m filming,” tom responded. you could hear him start to get angry too, which fueled you even more.

“oh that’s bullshit, i have stood by you through it all, tom. i know that you get busy, and that your work hours are crazy. i know all of this, and i still chose to be with you,” you shouted into the phone. “i chose your crazy lifestyle, because i love you. but what i didn’t choose was being ignored for days on end. i didn’t choose losing sleep because i worried something had happened to you. i didn’t choose that!”

your hand holding the phone grew shaky as anger and hurt swept through your entire body. it was hard feeling this way towards someone you loved so dearly, and you hated every second of it.

“i do my best for you, i’m really trying,” tom shot back. you could feel your blood boiling. “you have no idea how hard it is.”

“i don’t care how hard it is, you should make time for someone you love,” you said. “i’m tired of putting in all the work in this relationship, if you can’t make time for me, then this isn’t going to work.”

tears started to form, and the silence of his end felt deafening. you truly could not gather words, as you felt him slip away from the other side of the phone.

“i’ll try harder for you,” he said, ending the long silence.

“you’ve said that before, tom,” you respond. you wipe away tears from your face, trying to collect yourself.

“hey tom, we need you back at set,” you heard someone say in the background of the call. you sighed, knowing he was going to leave you yet again.

“we’ll finish this later,” tom said.

“don’t bother,” you responded, then hung up the phone. you threw yourself onto the couch face down, screaming into the cushion. the frustration, the anger, everything was too much for you to handle. you love tom, you really do, but you wondered if your love was strong enough for both of you. you knew he was tired, because he always was. he was always working himself dry, with nothing left to give to others. you often thought he loved work much more than he could ever love you. but, you loved him, and you couldn’t ignore that.

after the countless hours of tears which resulted in you turning your phone off, you decided to head to bed. you laid on the bed for hours, wide awake, staring at the ceiling. your hand was placed on the spot tom always laid, and your heart ached at his missing presence. the darkness washed over you, and only then you truly felt that tom was no longer yours.

no longer someone you would laugh with, no longer someone you cried with. he would be in these movies, and you’d no longer share the excitement with him. you’d watch him, knowing he wasn’t yours.

that is the most painful realization, and you couldn’t dare sleep after it. not after remembering all the memories the two of you shared, not after the love of your life was now a stranger.

or so you thought.

a knock at your apartment door startled you out of your thoughts. you looked over at your alarm clock, seeing it was 2 in the morning. you groaned, and walked to the door. maybe if you were smart, you would look through the peephole before opening the door, but you weren’t thinking straight. so, you opened it to find a sad-looking tom. right in front of you.

“what are you doing here?” you asked, not masking your surprise. he walked in, closing the door behind him, then pulled you into a hug.

“i’m sorry, for everything,” his voice broke as he spoke, and his pain was yours. you cried as he held you, you’ve been dreaming of this for so long.

“i love you so much, y/n.”

“i love you too, tom,” you responded. because you did, you loved him so much. you knew he was only here in your apartment hugging you because he pulled a lot of strings with people. you knew he would do anything for you, because here he was.

“i’m going to do better,” he said. he pulled out of the hug to look at your face, placing his hands on your cheeks.

“you already are,” you replied, smiling at him. he smiled back at you, then pulled you in for a kiss. his lips placed on yours, and you remembered the warmth. the darkness was no longer, you were back with tom.

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[geminisholland]

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Christmas blurb- just a fluffy christmas in new york with your boyfriend tom

Special toys ;) 18+ - tom had the grand idea of exchanging special toys for christmas, but forgets to put it away before his family comes over

New hair - reader cuts their hair and tom’s reaction is fluffy 

a thousand lifetimes- reader is homesick during the holidays and tom is there to help (angsty and fluffy) 

‘tis the damn season -reader reconnects with tom in their home town

kiss and makeup -reader fights with tom, he makes it up to them 

such a diva -actress!reader and tom, and their adventures on set

too late & part 2 -actress!reader and tom have a rocky relationship offscreen

new year’s day- tom is hungover & feeling extra clingy 

spoiled- tom is leaving soon & makes it up by spending money on you

i’m covered in you- tom and actress!reader dealing with the words unsaid

for the record- tom and reader help paddy out with girl problems, and have a conversation of their own

celeb crush- tom and reader meet through zendaya, and find out they’re each others celebrity crushes 

stranger- tom and reader break up and see each other again :(

[geminisholland]

too late, part 2

a/n: this was so much fun to write, make sure you read the first part to know what’s going on! as always, my inbox is open for any feedback or requests!! i will get to all of them, i have just had a crazier week so i’m a little behind! thank you for your patience! also at the end just think of jess and nick from new girl you know the scene i’m talking about

summary: actress!reader and tom are dealing with the repercussions of admitted feelings 

warnings: angst & swearing

word count: 1038

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“What?” You asked, shocked by the words that just left his mouth. You were so taken aback, you didn’t even realize that you had moved your face away from his hand.

“I have feelings for you, y/n,” Tom confessed. You stared at him, completely dumbfounded. You couldn’t believe the words he was saying to you.

“No,” You replied, shaking your head. “That’s just bullshit, Tom. You don’t get to go around, and be mean to me, then say you like me. Especially when you have a girlfriend.” You felt like you couldn’t even be near him right now, his words were overwhelming you. You began to feel angry that he had put you through this, because of his own personal issues.

“I know,” He whispered. His eyes were filled with regret. You didn’t know it then, but he was very much aware of the situation he had gotten himself into. The knowledge of these feelings he had ate you up inside. You walked away from him to go back onto set, ready to get this day over with. When you looked at Tom, you felt overwhelmed with anger. Maybe you weren’t really mad at him, but the position he put you in. Are you supposed to just forgive him? How do you walk around knowing he feels this way for you, and knowing he has a girlfriend?

“Okay, actor’s let’s take our marks, we’re ready to roll in 5!” Sarah yelled out. You nodded your head in agreement, and stood across from Tom. You couldn’t make eye contact with him until the cameras were rolling, and even then it was difficult.

This scene was particularly hard, because the characters were in love with one another, and you really had to act through this. Maybe you also had feelings for Tom, you just were too blinded by the anger you felt towards him.

“I think that I could listen to you talk for the rest of my life,” Tom said, while looking at you. You had to remind yourself he was only acting, and reading what the script wrote. You stared at him, your mouth a little open.

“Good, because I can talk forever,” You responded. The two of you laughed, as stated in the script, then he took your hands into his. The scene was set in your characters bedroom, and the two of you stood there for a few seconds before Tom started to lean in.

“What are you doing?” You whispered, drawing up a smile. You had to keep reminding yourself that you were just acting. None of this was real.

“Be quiet,” He whispered back, pulling you in for a kiss. You kissed him back, placing your hands around the back of his neck, as he placed one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek. His lips were warm against yours, and sent electricity down your spine. You felt the kiss everywhere; your stomach, your chest, your head; everywhere. You knew this was just you and Tom kissing, there was no acting right now.

“Okay, cut!” Sarah yelled out, sending you and Tom to abruptly break away from each other. You stared down at the floor, too scared to look up at him. Sarah walked up to the two of you, smiling.

“That was great! I loved the energy, you could really feel that the characters are in love!” She said to the two of you. You looked up at her, and nodded. Your eyes trailed over to Tom, and you felt your stomach twist.

“Alright, let’s grab some food, and come back!” She announced, then walked away, leaving you and Tom to stand alone on set. The crew started to slowly leave as well, everyone was hungry after today’s long morning. You couldn’t eat though, you weren’t hungry. You were too nervous about the kiss that had just happened to even think about food. Tom opened his mouth the same time as you;

“I just-“

“You ha-“

The two of you laughed nervously after cutting each other off.

“You first,” Tom said. You smiled, then looked up at him. You couldn’t help but feel the blood rush to your cheeks.

“You have a girlfriend, Tom, and I know you’re not a cheater,” You explained. “She deserves better than you confessing your feelings to someone else.” His eyes were soft, he knew you were right. He really wasn’t a cheater, he would never do that to someone he loved. Not on purpose, anyways.

“I broke up with her,” He blurted out. “I felt awful about it, but I did.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “When? Right before our scene?”

The two of you stood in silence, and Tom looked down to his feet. Your eyes widened in shock.

“Oh, Tom, please tell me it wasn’t right before our scene,” You said.

“I knew we would kiss, and it wouldn’t be just acting,” He said. “I couldn’t do that to her.”

“Who’s to say you won’t do that to me, Tom? I’m not sure I completely trust you, right now,” You explained. He shook his head in disapproval.

“It’s not like that, y/n,” He pleaded. “I’ve been in countless movies kissing other girls, but nothing has ever felt like that.”

The two of you stared at each other, so close you felt his breath against your face. He was begging for you to believe him.

“Nothing?” You asked. He shook his head.

“Nothing,” He confirmed.

Your hand briefly brushed his, and he grabbed it immediately. He pulled you into him, your body pressed against his. He kissed you like his life depended on it, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

Your hands moved up his back, the kissing rocking you against him. Everything around you was still. The world had stopped when you were in his arms. His hands moved to your waist, locking you into him. Your mouths synced together, you were kissing so hard, you thought your lips would bruise. You both pulled away to breathe, resting your foreheads on each other’s, with the tip of your noses touching.

“That is why,” Tom breathed out, “I could barely talk to you.”

You nodded, “I see that now.”

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‘tis the damn season, tom holland x reader

this is based off of taylor swift’s song, “’tis the damn season”

warnings: idk just extreme angst, have u heard how sad that song is

word count: 1181

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you and tom had been on and off for years, and had never made whatever the two of you had official. you met on set of a movie, and the relationship blossomed from there. although, you considered it more of a friendship that had many benefits. there was a special connection that drew the two of you together, the sneaking around and mystery created an even deeper desire for each other.

so, when you ran into him in london shopping for the holidays, you knew something was sure to become of it.

“last minute shopping?” you asked tom, as you approached him in the store. a smile grew on his face as he turned around and faced you.

“you know i’m not the best at planning things,” tom confessed, his gaze never leaving yours.

“no, you never were,” you responded coldly. you and tom didn’t end well the last time you saw each other, or the time before that, or the time before that. you just never seemed to be able to work out the kinks, and always ended in bad terms. it was toxic, really. everything ended badly, then whenever the two of you ran into each other in your home town, you’d kiss and make up.

“ah, you’re still mad,” he said after a moment of staring at one another. you shot him a deadly look, of course you were still mad. tom had bailed on you when you needed him most. rumors were sent out about you from an online source, and your career went up in flames for a brief moment. tom had distanced himself from you, not bothering to reach out despite him knowing the truth.

“i’m still mad,” you responded. tom studied your face, then set down the items he had in his hand.

“maybe we should take this conversation elsewhere,” he admitted. you nodded your head in agreement, following closely behind him.

“did you drive here?” tom asked, breaking the silence between the two of you.

“no, i took an uber. i’m staying with my parents, and they’re using the cars right now,” you explained.

“let’s drive somewhere,” tom shot back. the busy streets of london made it difficult to hear him, but you could recognize his voice anywhere.

“okay,” you responded. your demeanor towards him was cold, everything he did wrong came flashing through your mind, making you forget all the good. however, when you got in his car, all the memories came running back. the countless nights you stayed in the back seat talking about life after your hook up. when tom had decided to take you camping in the country side when he came home for your birthday one year. the laughter that once filled this space was now left with an ache between the two of you.

he parked his car between a church, and his old high school. no one else was there, just the two of you sitting in despair, yearning for hope after a long year of being apart.

“i wish you defended me,” you spoke. your words were quiet, you were afraid to speak louder as your voice was known to betray you in these situations.

“i did, y/n,” tom responded. he placed his hand onto yours. “i just never did it publicly, who do you think sued your so-called ‘friends’ that wrote those horrible things about you?”

“what?” you whispered. you felt very small compared to tom. “why did you never reach out to me?”

“to be honest, i didn’t think you’d want to hear from me. a lot of those rumors were based off of something i said in confidence, and i just didn’t think you’d want me to reach out,” he explained. he never broke eye contact with you, which made you feel even smaller. your heart ached as you remembered the pain that came with these memories. the countless nights you stayed awake, waiting for tom to reach out to you.

“i knew you would never say such horrible things,” you explained. “i waited by the phone every day.”

“i did too,” he confessed. you looked at him, his brown eyes reflecting the pain he felt.

the two of you sat in his car for what felt like years, just staring at each other. his hand still laid on yours, you noticed the windshield began to fog from your warm bodies.

“why don’t we just drive around?” tom asked, breaking the silence.

“okay,” you responded. you were still trying to process everything he said to you as he drove around your hometown. the music played from the radio was so quiet, it took sitting in silence to even notice it was on.

“are you just home for the holidays?” you asked, breaking the silence. he looked at you, and nodded.

“yeah, i’m working on a project and can only stay for a few more days,” he replied.

“only a few more days?” you questioned, staring at him as he continued to drive.

“yeah,” he let out. his tone changed, you could hear the sadness behind it. “here, i’ll just drop you off at your parents house.”

“no,” you blurted out. tom briefly glanced at you with a confused look on his face.

“no?” he paused. “why not?”

“i, um, i’m not really ready to leave you just yet,” you confessed. “it’s growing dark, and i just, i’m not ready to leave you again.”

tom sat in silence as he continued driving. you tried to read him, but he was a difficult person to encode. so, when he pulled up to his home, you were surprised. he didn’t say anything, but walked inside, and you followed him. his strides moved in silence up the stairs, and you followed.

“this is kinda creepy, thomas,” you joked. he looked at you as you stood face-to-face in front of his bedroom.

“i can’t talk to you right now, it’s too painful,” he admitted. your heart sank as he said this. “but i thought just one night with you asleep in my arms would be a memory i’d like to leave with.”

“so this is over, then?” you asked. “no more going back and forth, it’s officially over?”

he hesitated, walking into his bedroom, with you following.

“this is why i didn’t want to talk,” he responded.

“no more talking, then,” you shot back. the two of you climbed into bed, and he held you in his arms. although sleep could never find you, you were much too focused on savoring this moment. being in his arms, in the warmest bed you’ve ever known. you hated thinking about how this moment would soon become a memory, and you knew tom felt it as well, because he didn’t sleep either. life is just a collection of moments waiting to become memories, you thought. this holiday was not what you expected, and did not go the way you had planned. perhaps in another moment in time, the happiness would find you.

“‘tis the damn season,” tom let out as morning welcomed you.

“‘tis the damn season,” you responded.

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The new GQ photo of Tom taking his tie off holy fuck someone needs to write a fic about y/n teasing Tom at an event the whole night and also teasing him under the table then when they get home dom!tom comes out takes his tie off uses it to tie y/n up and teases her just like y/n teased him all night with some spanking involved

i- i have absolutely no words i’m just like he’s absolutely insane for doing this. i also need someone to write about this picture please. i cant believe i fkn woke up to this😀

also i’m going to address this here, i won’t be writing smut about any irl people, only fictional characters! i’d be happy to address this in more length if anyone’s interested 🥰