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softlymellow · 3 years ago

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not now, not ever - P.P

pairing: Peter Parker (T.H) x reader (Marvel)

word count: 2.2k

warnings: SPOILERS FOR NO WAY HOME!!!! and majorrr angst and death

request : i love your writing! could you maybe do a peter parker x reader based off of no way home where instead of may dying, it’s the reader in her place, but like may is there too (may lives)? tysm <3

a/n: this is so sad :( thanks sm for the req btw !! also you guys are asking for a part 3 for remember me? i honestly would love to do it, I just can't promise it'd as good since it'd be non canon. if you guys have ideas for part 3 send them in !!

The tension that rested in the air could almost kill you any second.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Electro asked, his brows knitted together.

Peter didn't respond, looking between everyone in the room, his eyes filled with distress. You took Aunt May's hand and pulled her to the doorway of the room, sending that something big was going to happen.

Peter closed his eyes, his spidey senses going wild, alerting him that something was going to happen, but he didn't know what. Focusing his energy, he inhaled and exhaled shortly before opening his eyes. He gritted his teeth and abruptly shot a web to Norman's hand onto the table, taking everyone by surprise.

Norman looked between his hand and Peter, his eyes darkening, "It's amazing...That sense of yours."

"May, I think we need to go." You whispered into her ear, your gut telling you it wasn't safe to stay here.

"Norman?" Doc Ock said.

"Norman's not here right now." He said, lowering his head and giving a half-smile.

You looked over at Peter, his eyes wide as he shot you a certain look, nodding your head in response. You slowly stepped back, not wanting to alert anyone with your movements or for them to refocus your attention on Aunt May or yourself.

"Did you really think that I'd let that happen? That I'd let you take away my power just because you're blind?" Norman ranted while you walked over to the table with the treatments. You took the cures and devices off of the table and shoved them inside your bag.

Cautiously walking back into the doorway, you stood next to Aunt May and gave a sly nod to Peter. Holding the bag tightly in one hand, you grabbed Aunt May's arm, ready to make a run for it.

"We don't need you to save us. We don't need to be fixed! This is not a curse, they're gifts." Norman exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement. Norman looked over at the rest men, his desire for them to join him and to stop Peter Parker.

Electro looked down at his chest, the device beeping signalling that it was closer to curing him, closer to taking away his blessing.

"Norman, no." Doc Ock muttered, shaking his head.

"Quiet lab dog."

Peter's jaw clenched as he gave Norman a hard stare, "You don't know what you're talking about."

Norman narrowed his gaze, "I watched you from deep behind Norman's cowardly eyes. God's don't have to choose, we take." He shot Peter a cynical smile.

Peter kept his stare at Norman, afraid he might do something if he looked away. "Y/n, run." He warned you.

Pulling May's arm with the bag tight in your hand, you darted across the room. Electro immediately pulled off the device in his chest and aimed his hands for the Stark tech. Electrical beams were coursing through his veins and shot out from his hands, the device flying into his palms.

Norman ripped his hand off of the spiderwebs and threw a fist at Peter, hitting him on the jaw and sending him to the floor.

"May, quick!" You screamed, pulling her behind you to the elevator, your adrenaline on a high. You pressed the button to the elevator multiple times, wanting it to arrive already.

"Come on, come on, come on." You murmured, smashing the button in hopes of it working.

The lights around you began to flicker, causing an uncomfortable eerie feeling to settle in.

May's eyes were darting everywhere but paused on the stairwell. "Quick, Y/n, let's go through here." She whisper-yelled, pulling you down the stairs. You held tightly on the railings, the lights making it hard for you to watch your steps.

You felt the building shake as you almost lost balance, but Aunt May and yourself didn't stop running. The sirens of police cars and the sound of a helicopter only increased your anxiety.

Finally reaching the end of the stairwell, you pushed open the exit door allowing Aunt May to run past with you following behind her. Hues of red and blue flashed before your eyes and the smell of smoke entered your lungs.

The ceiling began to shake as you held May tightly beside you until the roof collapsed in front of you, two figures fell through, both grunting and moaning.

You pulled out the cure in the bag, gripping it tightly as though it was your life saviour. As the smoke began to crawl away, you were able to see Peter and Norman.

Your breath hitched in your throat once you saw the scene displayed to you. Norman on top of Peter, strangling his throat with his bare hands and Peter struggling to breathe. Peter tried to pry Norman's fingers away from his throat, but the intense power he had only led to futile attempts.

Gripping the cure tightly in your hands, you ran up to Norman, your seething resentment towards Norman had reached a boiling point. Norman was continuing his speech to Peter but froze once the syringe was stabbed into his neck.

Peter gurgled and gasped for air as Norman stumbled back, getting up and holding the syringe to his neck.

He pulled the syringe out and stared hard at it, a smile growing on his face. Standing in front of The Green Goblin was scarier than you had thought, his menacing laugh and the dark glint in his eyes.

He threw it away, his attention solely on you. "It didn't work," His voice was hard and raspy. Aunt May ran to join you, in defence of Peter Parker, she pulled a piece of metal that was detached from the ceiling.

Peter grunted, his breath shaky as he attempted to sit up. "So, you're Peter Parker's little girlfriend? Norman was right, he got it from you. That pathetic-" He stomped his feet onto Peter's weak back,"-sickness." Peter's body fell to the floor again due to the impact of Norman's foot. He moaned as Norman knelt and pulled his hair so that we could see his face.

Peter's eyes landed on you, the fear and humiliation were evident in his face that you would see him in such a poor state.

"You're crazy, Norman." You muttered, your eyes burning with hate.

"He tried to fix me, Y/n. Tried to take away my gift."

You shook your head, "it's not a gift, Norman. You're sick." You growled, stepping in front of May.

"Go back..." Peter breathed out, his voice gravelly.

"Now, I'm going to fix you."

The sudden whirring outside alerted you, spinning your head around, you could see the shadow of a glider through the window.

"May, run please." Peter croaked

The glider got closer and the noise increased, if May doesn't move she would get hit. In a last-second split decision, you shoved May to the right, letting her fall to the ground and before you knew it, glass shattered everywhere and the Glider directly collided against your back.

"Y/n!" Peter screamed as he watched you fall into the debris, not moving.

You wanted to scream so badly, the pain unreal and you couldn't feel anything past your hips.

Norman took the chance to hop on his glider, he threw on a cloak and flew in front of Peter, a wicked smirk on his face.

Peter stumbled and tried to stand up but he only fell to his knees. Peter looked up at Norman his facial features expressing betrayal and hopelessness. Peter glanced at Aunt May who was cowering in the corner, her hands trembling over her mouth once she realised you had taken the blow for her.

"Peter, Peter, Peter...No good deed goes unpunished. You can thank me later." Norman took a glance at your fixed body, his eyes wide with chaos. Norman pressed a button on the neon green hand bomb he held and threw it to your body, a malicious smile on his face as he escaped the building as fast as he could.

"No!" Peter screamed, using all of the leftover strength he had, he jumped in the way of the bomb. Peter's fingers stroked the bomb, stopping it from hitting you, but nevertheless, the explosion was loud and hit Peter, throwing him to the back of the wall.

More explosions followed but they occurred outside from where Norman left, cars were blown up and the debris flew everywhere. Loud crashes and sirens were all you could hear, the smoke enveloped everything in its way.

The ringing in your ear and the muffled talking weren't enough for you to miss the stinging all over your body, groaning you turned to rest on your back. The harsh sensation in your stomach was hard to forget, bring your fingers, you lightly grazed the area where the glass is piercing you, whimpering at every touch. You brought your hands to your face to take a look. Your fingers had scarlet red running to the sides, a nauseous feeling kicking in as you stared at your quivering fingers.

Too focused on your stained hands, you hadn't realised Peter was sitting beside you, calling out for you until he took your hands into his.

"Y/n? Y/n, you're okay." He whispered, his eyes tracing around your face.

You inhaled, panic setting in, "P-Peter. I can't feel-" You gulped, unable to keep talking.

Peter shook his head and closed his eyes, "You're okay, Y/n. Come on, let's go." He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you tight and slowly tried to pull you off of the ground. As soon as you felt Peter try to lift you, a sharp pain ran through your body and you cried out.

"Peter, I-I can't do this. It hurts so much." You squinted your eyes, feeling the tears begin to fall as you were placed back on the gravel.

"Okay, just take your time and try to catch your breath." He nodded, almost as if he was trying to convince himself. Peter brought his hand out to brush the hair out of your face and wipe away the dirt that sat on your cheeks. "I'm not going anywhere, I'll be here as long as you need me to be."

Aunt May sat behind Peter, every instinct in her body was screaming at her to thank you, to apologise, to help you, but she knew that this moment was for Peter and Peter only. There was no other way to help you, talking to you was the best comfort you could get. The blood that began to pool around you and stain Peter's clothes was too confrontational for Peter to want to acknowledge, he didn't want to believe that this was happening.

You breathed out, your eyes became heavy within every past second. Closing your eyes, you let yourself rest for a second, longing to forget about everything.

"Y-Y/n, don't close your eyes," Peter pleaded, his anxiety growing as you become weaker by the second. "Somebody help! I need an ambulance, please, somebody!" He called out, hearing the sirens wailing in the background.

"Peter, she's not going to-" Aunt May tried to explain to him, her eyes pooling with tears.

"No, no, no.." He whispered, trying to wipe the blood away from your wound, but it only made it worse as more began to flow out.

You smiled for him, wanting to pretend it was okay, but it kept faltering with every sharp stab you felt.

"I love you, Peter." You whispered, taking his quivering hand into your shaky ones.

Peter shook his head, the tears streaming down his face, "Don't say that. Please don't say that, Y/n." He begged, brushing his lips against your forehead.

Peter lowered his mouth to kiss your lips, your cold lips felt softer than Peters chapped ones. Using all of your strength, you kissed back as hard as you could, though it felt weak for Peter. You could taste the blood on Peter's lips as he deepened the kiss further, resting his hand on your cheek.

Pulling away for a breath of air, Peter returned his lips to your forehead, closing his eyes, silently wishing he could kiss you without you bleeding to death.

You felt your body go limb, the pain slowly relieving its self. There was so much you wanted to say Peter, but you just didn't have the energy. You wanted to encourage him, to help him fight, to let him know that your death wasn't the result of him. But as you lied there, you had no energy to speak, instead, you stayed silent, allowing yourself to fall into the depths of the darkness.

Peter pulled away from you, his eyebrows furrowed. "Y/n?" He asked quietly. But you didn't respond.

"Hey, Y/n. What are you doing? Talk to me." He pleaded, blinking away the tears but they just kept resurfacing.

"Y/n, please.." He begged, clutching onto your clothes as his body began to shake. "I love you, come back, please. Talk to me."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." Peter whispered into your hair as he shook with sobs. Peter hadn't noticed Aunt May holding him back, telling him that the authorities were outside.

"We have to go, Peter," she said urgently.

Peter kept shaking his head and peppering your forehead with kisses, mumbling incoherent words. He wasn't prepared to let you go. Not now, not ever.

a/n: her back was broken but not in the good way

also if anyone wants to get added to a perm tag list for peter or no way home imagines let me knowww + thanks for the crazy amount of support these last few imagines

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unadulterated-syd · 2 years ago

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Quick A/n: I figured I've been posting a shit ton of Carl, so let's do something new. I'm going to start using little prompts to write for a couple characters I think they match with.

Synopsis: 'you're staring again' - Carl Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Maggie Rhee, Peter Parker (T.H.) and Allison Argent.

Carl Grimes

Sat down at the Grimes' table, quiet in the newfound peaceful walls of Alexandria, you smiled. Finding yourself for once feeling 'safe', as safe as you could anyhow.

The people were nice, the jobs were even, you were happy. Happy to help, happy to have a moment with no worries, happy to spend time with Carl under friendly circumstances.

He sat reading a comic he'd found in the attic of the second house your group was given, the two of you having found it whilst exploring together. You'd found the circumstances weird, but it wasn't anything you paid much mind to.

With the two of you freshly showered, you realized it was the first time you and Carl were really sitting next to each other as your old selves. Well, how you'd looked before an apocalypse anyway.

Here you realized how pretty his freckles were, not hidden by dirt or blood for once. You couldn't help but stare, something you'd caught yourself doing a lot lately. It was hard not to.

However, Carl had also began to notice this new hobby of yours. He'd glance at you and you'd look away, embarrassed that you'd been caught, though he'd been amused. It was an odd feeling for the both of you, romance was weird to two teens. But it was also exciting and scary.

Some would call it puppy love, but it was real as could be for Carl and you. The two of you had begun dating before Terminous, right after the prison. Spending so much time together, you realized how easy it was to lose each other and simply began a little relationship.

Now, Carl's favorite thing to do was call you out on your bullshit, considering neither of you told anyone about the relationship. He'd call you out for staring, he'd laugh, everyone would see and think it was silly. Even you would admit, you found it silly.

"You're staring again, L/n." He gave you a sly smile, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. You groaned, "You are aware how easy it would be for you to not say anything, right?" He smiled wider, "Very. But I think it's cute."

"Don't flatter me, now show me the damn comic." You rolled your eyes, scooting to sit next to him, bonding over whatever comic he'd found, far from paying attention. The two of you were just happy to be safe, together.

Glenn Rhee

Glenn and you sat in the car silently, the days events on a normal run having been bad enough as is. You'd both encountered a herd, and Glenn had barely escaped a bite as you saved him last minute. It was close, too close. And that scared the both of you.

You had chosen to drive this time, as exhausted as you were Glenn was in bad shape having almost died moments prior. You'd been close to lecturing him, when you'd found it'd do nothing more than upset him.

He wasn't mad at you, he wouldn't be even if you had lectured him, he was mad at himself. He should've been quicker and you shouldn't have had to help. You looked in the rear-view, curious to the amount of walkers followong, which was little to none.

In doing so, you'd managed to catch a glimpse of Glenn staring at you. You had caught him doing so a lot lately, and when he eventually spun in circles trying to explain that he thought you where gorgeous, you'd tried not to call him out as much.

You were flattered, but neither of you had gotten the time to talk further about it, simply knowing the feeling was mutual.

"You're staring again, Glenn." You smiled light-heartedly, glancing at him before turning back to the road. He didn't respond for a moment, before grinning.

"You look pretty." You looked at him again, "Yeah, even covered in walker guts?" To which he nodded, "Gorgeous as ever."

Maggie Rhee (or Greene I guess she's not a Rhee if she's with you??)

Having just met the Greene's you felt nervous in their presence, specifically miss Maggie Greene. She had her head on her shoulders, she was smart, she was collected, and she could kick ass.

She intimidated you truth be told, but she was hot doing so. It was weird, but you'd felt drawn to her whilst always feeling the need to push away out of fear.

However, she didn't seem to like this idea, as you found her hanging near you as often as possible. It started with small runs, and turned into you two sharing night patrol duties.

You sat outside the prison, sun having just set, waiting for Maggie to come out. You always met her at the first set of gates and patrolled together. Tonight was breezy, and nice. It was a nice night, even if the world seemed to be crashing around you.

When she had finally come out, she greeted you with a sweet smile as always before leading the way. "Hey, Y/n. Ya' ever wonder if we'd-a met outside o' this?" She looked at you, knowing her own answer.

"I'd doubt it, we're very different really.." You sighed, giving her a nervous look. "I think that too, glad ya'-re bein' honest with 'e" She walked with you, "Do I scare ya'?"

"Sometimes. You're real badass out there.. I mean I can't say I'd expect someone who stayed hidden to be that good with combat, no offense." You shrugged, not bothering to meet her eyes. "None taken', I think that was more o' a compliment really."

You two continued your walk, with little conversation. You used to always be out by 10, and now here you were walking the lengths of a prison from 7 to 9. You couldn't complain much, you were alive. Breathing and living, that's all you needed to be grateful.

Eventually the amount of time you spent together naturally lead to friendship, which was hard because you could both die at any moment. However, this made it easier to get along. Anything went wrong and you'd get over it, everyday was a new lifetime in a way.

But, eventually you got yourself hurt on a run and Maggie sat by your bedside everyday. At that point it became rather obvious to both of you how much this meant to you, how much you both meant to each other.

And that's how it was, she'd come in, sit at your bedside and read. Sometimes you talked, sometimes you didn't. It didn't matter really, her being there was enough. But today you'd stared a little too long.

"Yo'-re starin' 'gain L/n." She sighed, looking up from her book, as she set it down. You gulped, nervous as to how weird that made you look, "Sorry.." You stumbled out, looking away as you slunk down a little on your cot.

She got up, setting her book down on the stand beside your cot, "Get some rest, darlin'" Maggie then sealed the relationship, lifting the hair from your forehead and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, "Rest well, I need my walkin' partner back!"

Peter Parker

Peter scared you so often, you'd see on the TV that the great spiderman had fallen into harm via tons of different ways. You feared that one day you'd wake up and find that he was gone, dead.

However, he made up for those times on days like these. He'd messaged you offering a walk through town, and you'd obviously taken him up on this. Though, he last minute told you it was a study-date, as neither of you had been properly working on school as of late.

"Come on! It's a perfect opportunity to hang out and get school done!" He'd tried to reason, eventually convincing you into the small study date.

You two sat at your dinner table, as you scribbled down notes you felt his eyes on you. You glanced at him, causing him to look away and continue jotting down notes. It was weird but you'd shrugged it off, maybe something had been on your face.

However, when less than two minutes went by and you felt his eyes on you again, you knew something was up. "You're staring again, Peter. What is it? Something on my face?"

He did a double-take, embarrassedly looking away before trying to come up with a good excuse. "You're just..pretty." He stuttered out, obviously nervous in doing so.

"Get back to studying, Parker." You smiled at him, reassuring that you'd found the whole thing cute. But, studying needed to be done. This was his own curse anyhow.

Allison Argent

Allison had dragged you with her, following after Scott again. She'd reluctantly told you everything; about werewolves, hunters, who was what, where she stood. It was confusing and you didn't believe it until you'd seen Scott change right in front of you.

Now here you stood, waiting in patience behind a tree stump as Allison told you too. She was talking to a group of people, some you recognized, others whom you didn't. Not that it mattered, if they saw you what would they do, get ya?

You really were far from scared. Allison was badass with a bow, she'd take any and all of them on if given the proper change and reasoning. This, however gave you the balls to come out from behind said stump, instantly getting all eyes on you.

"Y/n, I told you to stay there!" She shouted at you, but you shrugged standing next to her. "I'm ready to go, you all done here? Almost? It's like.." You looked at the small wrist watch you had on, "Like time for me to eat."

"Uhm-" Scott looked between the two of you, "Just stay out of this one, please. We'll be fine." Allison side eyed him, then looked at you. "Fine. Cmon, let's go." She walked with you back to her car.

She seemed ready to lecture you, but you didn't really care anymore. You were hungry, and tired of this pretending shit, they should be scared that you could talk. Not that you would talk, but you wanted a little bit of liability.

It had been raining out, and a part of you was drawn so heavily to the look of Allison with soaked hair and damp skin. She looked, well, gorgeous to put it simply. "You're staring again." She smiled at you, as she turned the heat in the car up.

"Sorry, rain makes you look pretty, is all." You shrugged it off. "Only when it rains, huh?" You frantically began trying to explain as she laughed at you. "It's okay, thank you. You're pretty too."

#the walking dead #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #glenn rhee #glenn x reader #maggie rhee #maggie greene #maggie x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker #spiderman #spiderman homecoming #tom holland #allison argent #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf

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vendettaparker · 3 years ago

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Reckless [T.H]

Summary: In a fit of jealousy, Tom embarrasses you in front of your new friend and the entire pub, leaving you heartbroken at his reckless actions.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Swearing, angst, slut-shaming

a/n: hi! sorry this took so so so long for me to get out! i got super busy with other works, but i’m super happy with how this turned out :) i hope you enjoy this, and don’t worry, i know how scary those warnings look ^ but this ends happy, i promise! as always, comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

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Tom was an idiot. He was an actual fucking idiot. He now realizes that as he watches you run out of the pub with hot tears streaming down your face. He watches as Harry runs after you, your bag in his hand, probably to make sure you make it back home safe since there was no way you’d return to the crowded bar, where Harrison and Sam were giving Tom death glares, the same little pub where Tom had made a complete fool out of you.

The few months Tom came home to London were always the setting of your most cherished memories. Sometimes it seemed like when he left so did the whole group of friends you surround yourself with.

There was no doubt in your mind that Tom was the life of the party. He had a certain aura about him that caused some of the most fucked up, but amazing situations to occur. That was probably one of the reasons you loved him so much.

When he was in town, his brothers, Harrison, and Tuwaine all joined together to make the next few months memorable before he had to leave again, and you were always included, but when he was gone, Harry usually went with him, Harrison focused on work for himself, and Sam focused on his restaurant. The world slowed down after Tom left, and so many times, you were left to wait for his return; alone.

Tom hated leaving you behind every time he went back to the states, but you had such deep roots in London, he didn’t want to pry you from your family for months on end. He loved you too much to constantly subject you to his hectic lifestyle. He spent as much time with you as he could when he saw you, but the second he had to go, it was all tearful goodbyes in a crowded airport.

You and Tom had been best friends for decades at this point. You supported him no matter what it was that he wanted to accomplish. He’s even said in interviews that he credits a huge bulk of his success to his friend back home, then he’d give a wink to the camera, and you always knew it was for you.

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When Tom came home after filming Spider-Man: No Way Home, you practically tackled him to the ground in a hug.

“You div,” You mumbled into his neck, “you forgot to let me FaceTime with Zendaya.”

“Oh, shit!” Tom gasped, finally remembering your request to talk to your favorite actress, “my bad.”

You looked at Tom incredulously, “I don’t think I can be friends with you anymore.” You feigned hurt, clutching your hand to your chest, “it just hurts too much.”

“That’s a damn shame,” Tom frowned, “I mean, I could just FaceTime Zendaya now, but if that’s how you—”

“I changed my mind,” You smiled sweetly, cutting him off, “love you, bestie.”

Tom rolled his eyes and pulled you into another hug, “Missed you, bestie.”

“Um,” Sam, Paddy, and Harrison stood behind you, clearing their throats.

“Missed you guys too,” Tom sighed, and he rushed over and gave his brothers and friend a hug.

You gave Harry a hug while Tom chatted with his brothers, quickly catching up with him.

“What’s the plan for tonight, guys?” You spoke up.

Every night after Tom got back, he’d go back to his flat and take a nap before a night out on the town. Usually, you’d bar hop a bit before going to a club, so tonight wasn’t likely to be any different.

“I was thinking we could get dinner at Lorenzo’s,” Harry said, “then maybe hit the pub on Ashford?”

You and the others nodded in agreement as you made your way out of the airport.

“Can I invite my friend Avery?” You asked.

Tom nodded, “Sure, I didn’t even know you had any other friends, (Y/N),” he joked.

“Haha,” You laughed sarcastically, “gee that was a good one, Tom. You really got me.”

“What can I say?” He smirked, “I’m a comedian.”

“Is that the guy you met in your philosophy lecture?” Harrison butt in.

“Yeah,” You nodded, “he’s really sweet, so be on your best behavior guys, and maybe don’t be yourselves, just this once?” you suggested with a slightly teasing tone.

“Are you trying to impress him or something?” Tom inquired.

“No,” You scoffed, “I’m just trying to not throw him to the wolves.”

Tom laughed along, but it was strained. He wasn’t too keen on the idea of adding a new member to your friend group, and the little glint in your eye when you talked about Avery made his heart tighten.

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“Okay,” You smiled as you set the last of Tom’s luggage in his living room, “I’ll let you get some sleep then.”

You gave him one last hug and a kiss on the cheek, “see you later.”

Tom reciprocated and inhaled the sweet smell of lavender in your locks of hair, “mhm,” he sighed, “see ya.”

Harrison was about to walk out after you when Tom grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back, “Mate, what the fuck.” he grumbled as he stumbled over his feet, “I thought you wanted to take a nap?”

“I slept on the plane,” Tom explained quickly, “you’ve been here the whole time, right?” Harrison nodded, “so you know this Avery guy, yeah?”

Harrison shook his head, “I haven’t talked to (Y/N) much this past month, but he’s probably on her Instagram.”

Harrison pulled out his phone and looked at posts you’d been tagged in, “Ah, here.” He handed the phone to Tom and pointed to the tall blonde guy in a group photo with you and some other friends, “He’s the tall blonde.”

Tom studied the picture with a small frown, “They’re not dating though, right?”

“She said he was her friend,” Harrison shrugged.

“You know what I mean,” Tom rolled his eyes, “do they look really chummy to you?”

“His hand’s kind of close to her butt, but other than that I don’t know.” Harrison pointed it out, causing Tom’s heart to momentarily stop.

“Ok, new plan,” Tom announced, “I’m going to ask (Y/N) out tonight.”

Harrison scoffed and rolled his eyes. “What?” Tom wondered.

“You’ve said that almost every single time you’ve been home and you always chicken out.”

“No, I don’t!” Tom gasped in offense, “It’s just hard to find the right time.”

“You’ve literally had hundreds of opportunities to tell her how you feel, Mate.”

“It has to be perfect.” Tom insisted, “I can’t just ask her out of the blue, I have to butter her up first.”

“That’s dumb.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Tom groaned, “get out, I changed my mind, I’m going to sleep.”

Harrison rolled his eyes and chuckled before giving Tom a pat on the back and leaving. Tom waved goodbye as Harrison drove away, and then rushed to his phone.

“FaceTime Zendaya,” he instructed Siri. The call went through and soon Tom was met with Zendaya's tired eyes in a dark room.

“Hey, Z!” Tom said cheerfully, “best friend, bestest pal in the world. The person that never wants to see me fail ever, my greatest companion—“

“Tom,” Zendaya groggily cut him off, “what the fuck do you want, I’m sleeping.”

“How do you ask a girl out?”

Zendaya sat up a little more and turned on her bedside lamp, “What? You don’t know how to ask a girl out?”

“Well I do,” Tom backtracked, “but I want it to be special. I’ve been in love with this girl for nearly two years now and every time I go to ask her out, I chicken out.”

“I don’t know, what does she like?”

“Well one time she told me her favorite animal was a sea otter, should I get her one?” Tom pondered, hand resting in his chin in thought.

“Um, no, what the fuck?” Zendaya squinted her eyes at Tom, “have you gotten any sleep yet?”

Tom shook his head, “This is important, Z, now help me!”

Zendaya rolled her eyes, “I’ll text you some ideas, but for now just go get some sleep. With how tired you are now you’d probably call her the wrong name or something.”

Tom rolled his eyes, but the action caused his eyelids to droop even more, “Fine, fine,” he conceded, “I’ll let you know how it goes.”

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“Okay,” Tom announced at the restaurant before you arrived, “I’m going to ask (Y/N) out tonight so I need you all to shut up and not distract me or make me nervous.”

Harrison, Harry, and Sam just stared at Tom. Tuwaine, for some unknown reason, started clapping.

“Tom,” Harrison began, “no offense, but—“

“Ah ah ah,” Tom stopped him, “is what you’re about to say going to bruise my ego?” Harrison thought about it for a moment before slowly nodding, “okay, then shut the fuck up, respectfully. I don’t need any bad juju tonight.”

“Well, I’m happy for you, Mate,” Tuwaine nodded. He was the closest to you after Tom and he knew all about your crush on the brown-haired Brit. You might’ve let it slip once when you were drunk, and since you didn’t willingly tell Tuwaine, he was sworn to secrecy. “I’m positive she’ll say yes.”

“Thank you,” Tom smiled at him, sending a slight glare to the others for their lack of faith in him. “As for the rest of you, I can’t wait to prove you wrong.”

You walked into the restaurant with Avery hunched over from laughing so hard. Tom smiled in your direction and waved you over, “Hey, (Y/N/N)! Over here!”

“Wow,” You chuckled, “must’ve been a good nap. Little energetic there, huh?”

Tom went in to give you a tight hug, holding you close, “Just missed you,” he mumbled into your hair.

“I just saw you a few hours ago?”

Avery stood by you awkwardly, waiting for Tom to release you. Tom reluctantly let you go and pulled a chair out for you, next to him.

“Thanks,” you smiled at him, motioning for Avery to sit next to you, “hey, everyone,” you smiled at the group of boys that were properly about to piss themselves at Tom’s over-the-top behavior, “this is Avery.”

“Hi,” He waved at the group as a small chorus of ‘hellos’ rang across the table. He turned to Tom to shake his hand, “I’m a big fan, Mate. Love your work.”

Tom smiled and patted him on the shoulder, “Thanks, it means a lot.” smiled politely, shaking Avery's hand.

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Dinner went off without a hitch, at least in your opinion. Avery was melding well with your friends and he was cracking jokes like he’d know the group for years.

The boys seemed to enjoy his sense of humor and what he added to the conversation. Sam and him even found that they shared an interest in cooking, which led to them having a slightly heated discussion about how real Gordon Ramsey’s cooking skills are; which ended in laughs.

However, Tom was probably having one of the worst nights of his life. Every time Avery playfully shoved you while you two laughed he wanted to wring his neck. It also didn’t help that he couldn’t find the perfect time to ask you out. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to ask you out with all of his mates around.

Tom smiled and laughed along with the jokes, but once you looked away he was back to frowning.

“Tom,” Harry nudged his brother, “wipe that scowl off your face.”

“I’m not scowling,” Tom grumbled, “this is my normal face.”

Harry rolled his eyes and kicked his older brother under the table, “You need to ask her soon. I think Avery is trying to make some moves on her.” Harry noticed, seeing how Avery casually had his arm around your chair.

Tom rolled his eyes, “As if I can't see that for myself,” he scoffed. “I don’t want to ask her with all of you watching. What if she says no?”

“We can leave you alone for a bit when we go to the pub, but I’m not sure if Avery will go with us.” Harry shrugged, “you could always ask her out tomorrow.” Harry suggested.

“No!” Tom exclaimed, causing everyone to look at him and Harry, “Sorry, I—um, I just don’t really like that shirt on you Harry; it makes my eyes hurt.”

Harry looked down at his shirt for a moment and then frowned, sending a light smack to Tom, “You bought me this shirt you div.”

Everyone went back to their own conversations so Tom leaned in to talk to Harry some more, “I can’t wait for tomorrow. What if I chicken out again?”

“Then you’re an idiot.” Harry deadpanned with a shrug.

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The pub was way more packed than anyone expected. The new addition of live music to the outside patio definitely livened up the place and more customers went to see what local band would be playing next.

The pub had a classic English pub feel, with the wood flooring and the yellow-tinted walls, but it also had a modern twist with a back patio and outdoor seating with fairy lights, and the lights that illuminate under the bar itself.

“I’m gonna go check out the band,” Harry announced after he came back with your drinks, “you guys should all come with me.” He said with a slight side-eye to Sam, Tuwaine, and Harrison.

“Eh, I’m not really into—” Sam began, but Harry sent him a quick kick under the table. “Ow! I mean, I love music.” Sam smiled enthusiastically.

“I’m gonna stay back and finish this beer,” Tom said, holding up the large pint of beer he was already a quarter of the way through, “(Y/N), wanna race to see who can finish first?” He suggested trying to get you to stay behind.

“Oh you’re totally on,” You smirked, “but I am going to take a quick peek at the band. We can race after I get back.” You got up from your seat and began walking away with Harry and the boys. Tom pouted at how horribly that plan worked. Harry looked back at Tom apologetically as he held the door open for you.

“Wow,” Avery smiled beside Tom, scaring him, “she really is something.”

“Holy shit, Mate,” Tom held a hand to his heart, “you almost gave me a heart attack. I thought you went with them?”

“Nah,” Avery shook his head, “I’m not really into music,” he shrugged.

“Oh, okay,” Tom nodded. “What were you just saying?”

“(Y/N),” Avery looked towards the back patio exit dreamily, “she’s amazing. I mean I would definitely ask her out, but probably not at a pub surrounded by her mates, y’know?”

“Mhm, yeah,” Tom said quietly, his heart already beginning to shatter into millions of inconsolable pieces. “I mean, she’s alright.” He said with a forced laugh, trying to fend Avery away from you, “she definitely isn’t really your type, though.”

“What do you mean?” Avery asked, taking a sip from his beer, “she’s perfect, mate.”

“I mean,” Tom racked his brain for an excuse big enough to make Avery not want you, “you don’t think it’s a little weird she’s in a friend group with all boys?”

“No,” Avery said slowly, skeptically looking back at the exit, “she just clicks with boys, I guess. Girls and guys can just be friends.”

“Not her,” Tom scoffed, “I mean, it’s just a little obvious, y’know?”

You and the rest of the boys were heading back in, seeing as the back patio was completely overcrowded with patrons.

“What’s obvious?” Avery asked, raising his voice slightly due to the volume in the bar.

“(Y/N)’s only friends are guys!” Tom nearly yelled over the volume of chatter, not realizing that the surrounding customers could hear him, “makes me wonder how many she’s slept with! I mean, that’s not a coincidence to me!”

The surrounding customers halted their conversations, leaving only Tom’s voice filtering through the air and into your ears.

“That’s crazy,” Avery chuckled awkwardly, “I don’t think she’s like that.” He shook his head, annoying Tom. In a final last-ditch effort to get Avery off your back, he said the worst thing he could, loudly, into a quieting pub.

“Well, she hits on me all the time,” Tom shrugged, “she’s just a bit whorish, I guess.”

“Tom,” Tuwaine cleared his throat, interrupting their conversation, “what the fuck, mate?”

Tom looked at all the boys next to Tuwaine, and behind them was you, teary-eyed with harsh sobs racking through your body.

You whispered something to Harry, and then all but ran out the front door. Harry walked over to where Tom was sitting and picked up your purse.

“Harry I—” Tom tried.

“Shut the fuck up, Tom.” Harry snapped, “You're an idiot and an asshole, just leave things be.”

Harry ran out the pub entrance, following you to give you a ride home.

Tuwaine, Sam, and Harrison shook their heads once the shock ebbed away. One by one they all left Tom sitting in shock and agony at the bar. Avery, not knowing any of the group, barely knew what was going on or if Tom’s accusations were correct, left the pub and went home without another word.

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“Harry,” Tom whined into the phone, “please tell me how to fix this, please I’m begging you.”

Harry sighed, now properly regretting lifting his silent treatment from Tom, “Tom, there is absolutely nothing I can do to help you, and even if there was, I wouldn’t. You called her a whore in front of a crowded pub—”

“I know!” Tom yelled, “And I’ve been living with that guilt for three weeks now! Please, Harry. I-I messed up so bad.” Tom’s voice cracked, “I tried calling and texting, a-and my texts started turning green. She blocked me,” Tom sobbed, “I’m in love with her, and I never got to tell her. I ruined our relationship before it even began.”

“Yeah,” Harry agreed, “you did.”

“Harry, I just want to apologize properly, please.” Tom begged, “I tried going to her house, but her roommate threw a drink at me and told me she went out of town. Where is she?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Harry,” Tom sighed, “I’m trying so hard here, I don’t care where she is, I’ll go anywhere for her. Please, I just can’t keep waiting in the dark for her to talk to me.”

Harry sighed, rubbing his forehead, “Okay, fine, but don’t tell her I told you where she was. And if you get your face clawed off, just know that you deserve it.”

“Okay, okay, now tell me.”

“She’s been staying with Tuwaine and his girlfriend.”

“Okay, thanks, love you, bye!” Tom said through the phone, already grabbing his keys.

Harry sighed and began texting Tuwaine,

Harry: Tom’s coming over, don’t snap him in half, he just wants to talk to her.

Tuwaine: I’m not home right now, but I'd be more worried about her snapping him in half…

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Tom pulled up the Tuwaine’s flat and pounded at the door. He didn’t see Tuwaine’s car in the driveway but he saw yours parked on the street so he knew you were in there.

“(Y/N)!” He desperately called, “Come on, I know you’re in there!”, his pleas were met with silence and he rang the doorbell on repeat, “(Y/N), please! I just want to talk!”

The door opened to show you standing there with your messy hair and stained sweats, still looking overwhelmingly perfect in Tom’s eyes. He noticed the dark circles and the dried tears and his heart broke, even more, knowing he caused this. He loved you so much and he caused you some of the worst pain imaginable. All he wanted to do was hold you and kiss your puffy cheeks, desperately whispering praises into your ear. You were perfect in every sense of the word, and he let you believe you were anything less. He was an idiot—the biggest idiot in the world—for making you cry.

“What do you want?” You snapped with a sniffle, pulling him back to reality as you rubbed your red eyes.

“I just want to talk,” Tom gave you a small smile, “please.”

“I don’t have anything to say to you.” You scowled, “You need to leave.”

“No, (Y/N), please.” Tom begged, “I’m sorry. I’m so so so fucking sorry. I was being an idiot and—please, (Y/N), you’re my best friend. I don’t wanna lose you.” Tom’s voice cracked, but you remained stoic in the doorway.

“I’m your best friend? Really?” You scoffed, “I thought I was just some whore you let hang around you?”

Tom winced at his words being thrown back into his face, “I didn’t mean it, I swear,” he promised, tears glistening in his eyes, “I don’t even know why I said that. I was being so fucking stupid—”

“No,” You interrupted his rambling, “you don’t get to say that. You don’t get to say that it was just you “being stupid”. Who the hell says that about their supposed best friend? Why would you even think that? You don’t just get to call me those things in public, and then say that you don’t know why you did it. You can’t even give me a reason—”

“I’m in love with you,” Tom blurted out, blowing out a puff of air in stress, “I’ve been in love with you for the longest time, (Y/N). And Avery was saying how he wanted to ask you out, and I couldn’t lose you. I didn’t want to lose you. I had so many plans for us, and I wanted to be with you—to be yours—more than anything, and I let my jealousy get in the way. I’m sorry because if I deserved you I wouldn’t have done that.”

You stood in the doorway of the flat, arms crossed over your chest. “I can’t believe you’d be so reckless.” You said after a moment of silence, “I would’ve been yours if you had just asked me.”

“I’m sorry,” Tom cried, reaching out to hold your hand, but you backed away ever so slightly, “please, I would do anything to fix it if I could.”

“You don’t understand anything, Tom.” You frowned.

“Help me understand.” He begged.

You pondered it for a moment and then released a sigh, coupled with a few tears, “I loved you,” you admitted. Tom’s heart did a leap, but then he realized that you were talking past tense as if his chance with you was gone.

“And I would spend months and months just waiting for you to come home so I could spend time with you. I was so lonely when you and Harry left; I always am. Avery offered to spend some time with me after class one day and I agreed because I don’t have anybody else when you leave. And it was fun, but he wasn’t you. He’ll never compare to the place you had in my heart, but at least I wasn’t alone anymore.” You sighed and began closing the door again, “Now, because of you, I have no one again.”

The door was about to slam back in Tom’s face, but he shoved his foot in the threshold, “(Y/N), wait,” he pleaded, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how important Avery was to you. I can never undo what I did, but please let me make it up to you. I just need you to understand how sorry I am.”

You opened the door again and looked at Tom’s sad eyes, boring into you, “I do understand how sorry you are, but I don’t know how I can trust you again. You said awful things about me without even batting an eye or taking a breath—”

“I know,” Tom sighed, “I know and I’d give anything to take it back. I just want you back (Y/N). Even if you don’t want to be my girlfriend, I can’t leave knowing I’ve lost my best friend.”

“As much as it hurts,” You caved, moving from the doorway to let Tom in, “I still love you, and I don’t want to lose you either.”

Tom smiled and walked into the flat, immediately pulling you into a hug, “I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” You hugged back and sniffled into his hoodie, before pulling away with a sigh.

“I know,” You nodded, “I forgive you. But next time, just be honest with me and tell me how you’re feeling. I’d give you the world if you asked for it.”

Tom smiled and stroked your tear-stained cheek, “I’ll just settle on your heart for now, if that’s okay?”

“That’s so fucking cheesy.” You giggled, wiping the tears from your eyes, “I love it.”

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cherrycheridarling · 4 years ago

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dap me up | t.h.

tom holland x actress!reader

warnings: somewhat smut? swearing and fluff

summary: during an interview for your new film, tom exposes your odd routine during intimate scenes and your favourite flower.

a/n: i got carried away. there's a lot going on in here. enjoy?

wc: 2.6k

"Hello! I'm Adrien Fox with Pop Sugar and we are here with stars of the new film 'Week Off', Tom Holland and Y/N Y/L/N!" Adrien introduced you and Tom to the cameras.

You and Tom gave little waves, "Hello!"

"Now, let's get right into it."

Adrien began asking generic questions while you tried your best to prevent any spoilers from leaving Tom's lips.

"Can you explain the movie a bit to anyone who is unfamiliar with the book or hasn't watched the trailer?"

Tom opened his mouth to speak before closing it, "I think I'll let Y/N do that."

Adrien laughed before you spoke, "Yeah, um. It's basically a comedy with a little rated R content. Some romance, but mostly raunchy and hilarious stuff. It follows the employees in this law firm and their vacation away from work. Lots ensues during said trip including relationships, arguments and too much drinking."

"And you guys worked with many famous actors and actresses in this film. Like, Jennifer Lawrence, Emma Stone, Anne Hathaway, Zendaya, Chris Hemsworth, Kevin Hart, Jonah Hill, Channing Tatum and The Rock. How was working with that many iconic people in the industry? You guys are obviously incredibly well known as well, but I imagine some of these people were your idols growing up." Adrien asked and you and Tom nodded.

"Yeah, uh, yeah. It was an honour. Absolutely amazing. Like, I never imagined I'd be making films, let alone films with stars like Kevin Hart and Emma Stone, you know? I'm just really proud of this one and I love everyone who we worked on it with." Tom gave his answer making you nod.

You cleared your throat, "Yeah, Zendaya is my best friend and she has been for years, long before this movie came along, but I still got so excited about working with her. Jennifer Lawrence is amazing, so hilarious. You put her and Chris into a room together and it's just comedy central." you laughed with Tom at the memory.

"We've seen in the trailer that you two share many intimate and – may I say – risqué scenes in this film. Was it hard to keep that level of professionalism and friendship while shooting those scenes?"

You let out a little chuckle at the question before Tom rubbed his chin and spoke, "Since Y/N and I are already good friends off screen, I thought it would be awkward filming those scenes, but Y/N does this weird handshake after every take and it wasn't awkward 'cause it just made me laugh."

Adrien laughed a little before speaking, "What handshake?"

You shook your head with a smile as you recalled the first time you ever did the handshake with Tom.

"Ready, Holland?" you had your pyjamas on and were making your way to your mark in the set of your character's hotel room.

Tom nodded before following you in, cameras and crew hot on his heels, "Ready as I'll ever be."

He was shirtless. A pair of loose fitting grey shorts hung low on his waist. His costume for this scene as Niko Sai.

A black silk slip hung carelessly off of your frame. Ending at the middle of your thighs, v-neck dipping low on your chest. Your costume for Kora Patel.

"We're going to take it from Tom's line; 'You want me just as much as I want you'. Okay?" you and Tom gave a thumbs up, "Action!"

"You want me just as much as I want you. Everytime you sneak a glance at me and you think I don't see, but I do because I'm already looking at you, Patel." Tom walked behind you, looking at you through the mirror in front of you. "I don't blame you, I am incredibly good looking." he smirked to himself.

"I'm guessing you couldn't fit your shirt over your ginormous head?" you rolled your eyes.

Tom's smirk only grew, "Is that a little bit of drool on your mouth, Patel? Who knew the Kora Patel had a thing for Niko Sai? Oh, the Lord is good."

You rested your hands on the sink and leaned forward, "This is a useless conversation, Sai." you turned to face him, "I feel nothing for you. Don't you get that?"

He stepped closer to you and cupped your face in his palm, "Yes you do, you just don't want to." his face showed pain, all humour drained from his character.

You shook your head with a dry laugh, "You're only trying with me because it's convenient. The company's quiet little Kora Patel, right?"

He took another step towards you, holding your hip in a tight grip, "That's a lie. Nothing about us is convenient."

You chuckled before your hand flew to grasp his hair, tangling your fingers in his curls. Your other hand pressed against his pec. Nails tracing patterns on his skin. Tom's breath hitched along with yours as his body automatically drew closer to you.

You tightened your grip on his hair, "It is convenient because you know I keep to myself. You know that I won't go running my mouth about how long you last or if size really does matter. You know that I'm an easy one to fuck," you pulled him closer, "And toss aside, right, Sai?"

"No." Tom swallowed, "You're wrong, Patel."

You shrugged, "I can give you what you want," you ran your thumb across his bottom lip, "Physically." your eyes met his with heavy lids, "Not emotionally. That's why you need Remedy. Not me." your lips brushed his as you spoke, your voice just loud enough for the mics to pick up.

He leaned in and nearly kissed you before you pushed him away slightly by his chest, foreheads still touching, "Let me kiss you." he whispered, sounding so desperate that you nearly abandoned the script and pulled him into you.

You rolled your lips between your teeth, "And if I don't?" you raised an eyebrow, challenging him.

"I'll leave you alone. If that's what you want, I'll go and have a useless one night stand with a girl who could never measure up to you." he pulled your hips flesh against his, "But if you let me kiss you. I promise to show you how much I mean it when I say that I'll spend all night showering every inch of your body with the love it deserves." he brushed his lips against yours again before bringing his mouth to your ear, "Just say the word, darling, and I'm yours."

Your heavy breaths were the only things that could be heard besides the small sound of shuffling behind the cameras. Your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips before you closed the distance and pushed your lips to his.

Fighting for dominancy, teeth clashing, hands roaming. Unscripted groans falling from Tom's lips as you tugged on his hair, running your fingers along his scalp. His hands gripped the bottom of your thighs before you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist.

"I still hate you." you breathed against his lips as he kissed the corner of your mouth.

You felt him smirk, "You sure have a funny way of showing it."

He carried you to the bedroom, gently laying you down and climbing on top of you, never breaking the kiss. His hands running down your sides, squeezing and rubbing. Your lips moving in sync until he pulled away only to attach his lips to your jawline, leaving slow but hard kisses down your neck, leading to your collarbone.

"Still hate me?" Tom mumbled against your skin.

You let out a breathy moan, "More than ever."

"What do you hate about me, Patel?" he lifted up the bottom of your black slip.

"E-everything." you fake gasped as he rolled his hips into yours.

He laughed dryly, "Everything, huh? The noises you're making say otherwise."

"You're such a dick." you moaned.

He smirked against your breast, "You're about to take my—"

"—Don't finish that fucking sentence, Sai."

Soft moans fell from your lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist again and pulled him closer to you. He groaned against your skin as the cameras picked up every noise, every movement, every kiss. You ran your nails down his back, surely leaving marks in its wake. His grip on your hips was almost punishing, as if he wanted there to be bruises the next day.

"And cut! Great work, guys. Ten minute break and we'll shoot it again."

Tom immediately got off of you and sat to the side of the bed before looking at you with concern, "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

You let out a laugh before shaking your head, "No, you didn't hurt me. Dap me up." you held out your hand and he stared confused.

"What you up?" he chuckled.

You smiled before lifting his hand and doing the movements for him, "Just like that." he finally got it down and smiled.

"You Americans are definitely odd." he teased.

You tossed him a wink as an assistant handed you a robe, "See you in ten, Holland."

"And that's the handshake. It's not really a handshake, more of a greeting. I just did it after our first intimate scene because Tom was acting weird and I didn't want things to be awkward." you explained with a shrug as Adrien and Tom laughed.

Tom nodded, "I thought I hurt her! So I asked if I did and all she said was 'dap me up', like, what?" he laughed with you.

"You guys have really great chemistry on and off screen." Adrien complimented making your cheeks heat up.

You nodded, "Thank you. It took a lot of work to break through his industrial ego." you joked with an exhausted sigh as Adrien laughed.

Tom gasped beside you, "I do not have an industrial ego!"

"Mhm, sure." you joked before reaching over and giving Tom's thigh a gentle squeeze, "I meant indestructible."

Tom huffed and crossed his arms, "This is bullying."

Adrien laughed again, "We have to talk about something," he started and you already knew what was coming, "Lots of fans have speculated that the romance on screen carries on off screen." he smirked.

You and Tom laughed nervously. Almost awkwardly.

The situations that you went through with Tom while filming definitely built your relationship with him and strengthened it. In all honesty, you didn't know if the feelings you had for him were reciprocated.

In Tom's head, he was adamant that you had no feelings for him beyond the big screen. Both of you were too timid to confess first. His feelings for you developed a few weeks into filming and since then have only gotten stronger as your friendship grew and you spent more time together.

The amount of times that this topic had been brought up today was tiring. Every answer was the same: "No, no. We're just really good friends."

You decided to joke around, "Honestly, I've asked Tom out at least twenty times and he keeps rejecting me." you pouted and sniffled.

Adrien let out a joyous laugh as Tom gasped and choked on air at your words.

"That is not true! She has never asked me out!" he defended himself.

You shook your head with a deep frown, "He's broken my heart too many times. This is probably my last time acting with him." you continued on with the joke.

Tom shook his head furiously, "That is one hundred percent false. If she had asked me out, we would already be dating." he let the words fall from his lips without a second thought.

You fought the instinct to snap your head towards him. His confession catching you off guard. You played it off with another pout and shrug. Unsure if he was joining in on the prank or not.

Adrien raised a suggestive eyebrow, "What I'm hearing is that Y/N just needs to ask you out and we have our new couple."

You fake gasped, "Why do I have to ask him out? He should be asking me out with a million roses and a horse drawn carriage." you flipped your hair over your shoulder.

"You don't even like roses." Tom laughed, "You like dandelions because they turn into those fluffy things that you can make a wish with." he remembered the information off of the top of his head, "And because it sounds like you're saying 'dandy lions' when you say their name."

You nodded with a smile, "A million dandelions then. And maybe I'll think about it." you joked with a yawn making the two men laugh.

"You heard it here first. We have a new couple on the rise. Tom just needs to find a million dandelions and a horse drawn carriage." Adrien laughed again.

Tom scoffed dramatically, "Find? I already have them in my garage, ready to go."

Adrien cheered as you felt a heat creep up your neck, "Did I say dandelions? I meant daisies."

"Got those, too." Tom smirked making you roll your eyes.

"Okay, we need to end this interview before Tom buys all the flowers in Berlin." you joked.

After the interview ended, you said your goodbyes to Adrien and the crew before you and Tom made your way back to your temporary hotel suite for the week of press junkets.

Tom walked you to your room, stopping at the door, "That was an odd interview." he chuckled.

You nodded, "Indeed. It was fun, though." you smiled and he returned the expression.

There was an awkward beat of silence before he spoke again, "T-that whole asking me out thing. You were kidding, right? Like, just a show for the cameras?" he laughed nervously.

You swallowed air before replying with a timid smile, "Y-yeah. Totally. Just for the fans." you nodded again, "Um, I should head to bed. More interviews tomorrow. See you in the morning." you gave him a little wave before turning to your door and pulling out your key.

He nodded with the smallest of pouts before turning on his heel and starting the walk back to his suite.

Just as your hand was turning the knob, Tom's voice called out to you again.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" he spoke in one breath.

You bit your lip to conceal your smile, but it was no use. His question sparked a flame in your stomach that wasn't dying out anytime soon.

You turned with a bright grin, "I'd love to."

His features went from pure fright to relief in a matter of seconds, "G-great. I'll- uh, I'll text you the details. Goodnight." he gave you a little salute making you laugh.

"Sounds good. Night, Holland." you nodded your head before entering your hotel room.

You leaned against the door as soon as it shut. A euphoric glow radiating off of you. You were going on a date with Tom Holland.

Tom happily punched the air. Skipping down the hallway, a new found joy in his step. Chris Hemsworth walked out of his room and examined the gleeful boy.

"What's got you all smiley?" he chuckled.

Tom stopped and smiled, staring at the ceiling, "I just got myself a date."

Chris raised an impressed eyebrow before laughing, "You really are Peter Parker. Night, kid."

"Goodnight, Chris." Tom's smile never faded as he made his way back to his suite.

Not even ten minutes had gone by since he last spoke to you and he already missed you. He pulled out his phone and pressed on your contact.

Tom: sorry i didn't have any dandelions. hope you can make an exception x

Y/N: i suppose but the horse drawn carriage is a must x

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hollandsmushroom · 3 years ago

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Hi could you do a mob!tom x pregnant!reader where tom takes a few days off of work to be with the reader and gets to experience love, anger, happy, emotional reader. Thank you.

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Word Count: 1037

Warnings: Fighting, mood swings, pregnancy

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Tom had forgotten to inform you of the fact that he would still be there when you woke up, that his arm would still be resting around your waist when you peel your eyes open and you would still be nestled back into his chest. You felt your heart clench with joy when you opened your eyes and looked down at Tom’s hand pressed against your round belly, his fingers spread out as if he was trying to palm you like a basketball but you knew that it was just him trying to touch and protect as much of you as he possibly could, always the protector(even when he was asleep). You felt elated, a feeling of joy that was so all encompassing you felt suffocated, pulling away from Tom’s arms and struggling into a criss cross sitting position facing him. Your eyes focused on his face, admiring how at peace he looked, like he had no cares in the world, like he was just him, free of any mob related stress, just him, your Tom, in all of his exhausted glory. He snored softly, emitting a soft hick from his pursed thin lips and the noise was so undeniably adorable it brought tears to your eyes. Your hand spread across your swollen belly as you began to cry with joy that you had gotten to wake up with Tom, that he was in your shared bed with you, not off finding loopholes in the law, with you, tangible under your hands.

A muffled sob escaped your lips, it was joy but that could easily be misconstrued by the way you were a blubbering mess, snot dripping from your nose as you admired your husband. Your murmurd sobs apparently being enough to catch the attention of Tom’s attuned hearing, drawing him from his slumber as his brown eyes fluttered open, looking to wear he assumed he thought you would be laying to find you sitting with tears running down your cheeks as you caressed your stomach. The sight made his breathing catch in his throat, panic overtaking him as he shot into a sitting position and reached out for you, calloused palms that usually smelt of the grip of his pistol finding your cheeks, caressing your wet skin in an attempt to wipe away your tears.

“Love, what's wrong, are you okay? Is the baby okay? What is happening?” he rushed out, unable to contain his fear as he assessed your body for damage and finding none.

“You-you are here” you sobbed, pulling Tom as close as you could with your belly sticking out to separate the both of you.

“Of course I am love” he murmurs into your hair as you hold him tight but that seemed to be the wrong thing to say because as soon as the words left his lips he felt your body still under his touch. You weren’t reacting to his touch anymore, no longer letting your body melt into his hold, in fact you were rigid. “Love?” He asks as he pulled back from you. Your face was set in a stern expression.

“What do you mean of course?” you bite at him, spite lacing your voice.

“Love, what do you mean?” He tried to reach out for you but you pulled back farther, stepping back off the bed so you were standing in front of him, your arms crossed over your chest, forearm resting on the top of your tummy.

“You said ‘of course’ like it was some given thing when your normal work schedule is to be gone before I wake up!” you shout and it clicked in his brain, you were hormonal, mood swings to the 9s, that is why you were reacting this way.

“Love, I didnt me-” he tried to explain and reach out for you but you pulled back, making your way out of the bedroom door.

“No, Tom, not gonna work” you spoke as you disappeared over the threshold leaving Tom on the bed, reeling over the past couple minutes. You made your way downstairs in search of something to eat, you were eating for 2 at this point and were hungry nearly all of the time, waddling to the fridge in hopes of finding something yummy.

“TOM!” you screamed when you opened the fridge, not expecting the speed with which he would be at your side, seeing as you had left him upstairs, confused and still in bed.

“What? What is it, love?” Once again he traced your body with his eyes trying to assess for any obvious signs of damage or harm.

“You bought strawberries!” you cried out, sniffling a little with happy tears welling in your eyes yet again, bouncing on the soles of your swollen feet as you gripped the plastic container with joy.

“Oh, yes!” he sighed, body releasing the tension that it had been holding. “I got them before coming home yesterday because I thought you would want some,” he explained, only making you feel more happy and bouncy.

“Thank you so much Tommy!” you spoke just a little louder than necessary as you moved past him to wash the berries.

“You are very welcome but you are giving me a heart attack everytime you shout for me love, maybe there is a better method of getting my attention that we could find” Tom suggested, moving to close the door of the fridge that you had left open. As the stainless steel cooled the skin of his palm he watched you, noting how you once again went rigid. “Fuck” he whispered under his breath.

“I was just trying to thank you Tom but I guess I can’t do that right can I?” you shouted, he knew it was the hormones, he knew that you were happy with him but these emotions were giving him whiplash. Like he had before he left you on your own, not following after you as you walked away to cool off but as soon as you were gone he let his head fall against the fridge door and released a deep breath.

“This is gonna be a long day” he spoke to his blurred and distorted reflection in the fridge door.

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erule · 3 years ago

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How old are you? | t.h.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Summary: you and your son bump into your ex, the famous movie star Tom Holland. He finds out soon enough that he has got a son.

Warnings: dad!Tom, mention of pregnancy, teenage pregnancy, language, mention of smoking

A/N: hi! I just watched a video on TikTok based on this, so I wanted to write something about it (the idea actually comes from the TV show Once Upon A Time). Hope you enjoy! 💌 Tell me if you want a part 2.

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Bumping into your ex is an awkward thing, but bumping into your ex teenage boyfriend with your son is something else. Especially when that son is his and he doesn’t know anything about it.

“You screwed up so bad this time, Y/N,” your friend Olivia said.

“Well, she already did it the other time, you know,” recalled Diana, while smoking a cigarette.

“Thanks people, now I really feel better,” you said, annoyed.

“That’s for friends are for,” Olivia joked.

“How’s the kid?” Diana asked. “Still shocked about the fact that a famous actor is actually his father?”

You shrugged.

“He’s holding up just fine, I think. He’s thrilled about it. He would want to get to know him, but Tom’s still angry at me. And Mark is angry at me too. I hate this,” you say, laying on the couch.

“Tell us again about what happened,” Olivia said. “I want to imagine Tom’s surprised face again when you told him,” she added, smiling.

“You have always hated him,” you replied, a bit of sadness into your voice.

She shakes her head.

“I didn’t hate him. I just hated the effect that he had on you. I mean… look what he made you do,” she said, carefully.

“We made a mistake, but Mark is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don’t regret my choice. He comes from love, after all,” you said, remembering all the things you shared with Tom back then. A part of you, a part that you buried deep down, knew too well that you wouldn’t have left Tom in another universe. That’s why you put him first. Him and your child. “Okay, now I’m gonna tell you everything again. Are you ready?”

You went to the grocery shopping like every Saturday. Mark was holding your hand, when suddenly you saw him. You recognized Tom immediately. He hadn’t changed much, after all. His brown eyes were hidden by his sunglasses, but he still walked the same way: so confident, yet so shy.

“I don’t wanna know how handsome was Tom Holland, please. We already know you like his appearance, since you fucked him,” Diana interrupted.

“Let her talk! This is better than Gossip Girl,” Olivia said, laughing.

You left Mark’s hand and he got worried.

“Mom, are you okay?”

But you didn’t have enough time to answer, to tell him a lie, because Tom saw you. He took off his sunglasses, while looking at you. He seemed astonished.

“Y/N?” He asked. His British accent was still intact, even if you often saw him talking with an American accent in movies. Mark loved Spider-Man so much. Little did he know that the man who played him was actually his father.

You smiled at him.

“Tom Holland?” Mark asked, when he recognized him. “Mom, you know Spider-Man?”

He was thrilled to know him, you knew that, but you didn’t want any of them to find out about your little secret. It had to be buried with you.

“I want a prequel about your high school life,” Olivia said, while eating some popcorns. “I bet it’s very interesting”.

“Fuck no,” Diana said. “Y/N, go on or end me. This is a fucking torture”.

“We’re almost there,” you said.

“Wait, is that your son?” Tom asked. He had always been so clever. It took him a second to realize.

“Tom…”

“How old are you, kid?”

“Mark, you don’t have to…”

“How old are you?” Tom asked again.

“Tom, it’s none of your business!” You exclaimed, grabbing Mark’s hand.

“Eleven! I’m eleven!” Mark shouted. Tom took a step back, as if he had punched him. “What’s going on? Why is it so important?”

Tom looked at you. His heart seemed broken, even if you couldn’t see it. He clenched his jaw, disappointed. You felt your eyes burn because of the tears.

“He’s my son, isn’t he?”

Mark’s eyes grew wide.

“Tom, listen to me. We were sixteen and you wanted a career. I didn’t have the right to…”

“You had to tell me, Y/N. You had to fucking tell me. What made you think that I would have left you?” He asked and you felt the floor crumble under your feet.

He would have stayed.

“And then?” Olivia asked, looking at you from the chair.

“Then, his friend Harrison took him away and Mark stopped talking to me,” you said, sadly.

“This is so fucked up,” Diana mumbled.

“I’m screwed. I lost everything,” you said, running a hand through your hair. Something Tom used to do when he was younger. You wondered if he did that even now.

Somebody knocked at the door. It was Olivia’s flat, so you thought it was his brother, because he usually went there to visit her. Mark was still in his room, quiet. Olivia got up and walked towards the door. You saw her standing in front of somebody that wasn’t clearly her brother.

“What the fuck…?” Diana said, looking at him.

“Hi. Can I talk to Y/N, please?”

Your jaw almost fell off your face.

“Tom?”

“Hey, darling. I think we have a lot to talk about. Would you mind going out with me?”

As Diana always said: Fuck.

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butwhyduh · 6 years ago

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Let’s Run Away

Tom Holland x Reader mob!au ch 11

Warning: language, alcohol, murder, creepy men?

Word count: 2149

You waited 2 days of no word before acting. Tom had left to “take care of business” and neither he nor Haz had returned. New York City was in disarray. No one knew who was in charge and the Moretti and O’Neals desperately tried to keep control through violent means. One rumor was of boys killing a cop in daylight in Greenwich.

You hoped on a bus with money you had kept in a jar in your bedroom, a rainy day fund, and to an eccentric manor outside the city. You steeled your nerves and went to the gate.

The guard’s face softened and he quickly let you in. Your boots crunched on the fresh gravel and your dress fluttered in the breeze. You feel the impending winter coming. You strolled to the front door and another guard let you in.

“Your father is in his lab,” he said as you walked. Of course he is, you thought. Always making something. You were swallowing your pride and hoping your father could do the same. You took the stairs down to his basement lab. You stopped one step before the bottom and watched him work. He was working on some kind of mechanical mechanism. Another gun most like.

You sighed softly before calling out, “ Hello, daddy.”

He looked up and squinted before pulling his magnifying glasses off. “Dear, is that you? My girl?”

“I’m here,” you said with a nervous smile. He smiled widely and put down his work. He walked quickly to you and enveloped you in a hug. Your feet coming off the stairs as he pulled you tight. Your father was a barrel of a man. He was fit and big. His arms strong from a hard childhood, working the streets, and now working with metal.

“Just you? Not the boy,” he asked hopefully.

“That’s why I’m here,” you admitted. You’d hope to have tea first but your father was always business first.

“He left?” He asked suspiciously. “Ran off on you?” He sounded angry.

“No, dad. He is in trouble and I need your help,” you said and your father sighed. His hands on his hips. “We’ve gotten in trouble with the Moretti and O’Neal’s. I need to ask your help.”

“Find him,” he asked disgusted. “That good for nothing boy? Probably came to New York because he messed up his life in London.”

“No, dad. He’s only in trouble because he was protecting me,” you said. Your dad looked at you suspiciously. You told him the story of the landlord and owing the Moretti the money. You told him everything. He showed no emotion while you spoke. And when you were done he stood silent for a minute.

“I’m sorry,” he said. You frowned confused. “If I wouldn’t have sent you away and said those things you could have come to me. I’m surprised he fought for you. I guess I had him wrong.”

“Will you help me?” You asked. You heart beat hard. This was your only option.

“Hell. Yes I will. Let me get a crew together. Most work for me still as salesmen and manufacturing. I’ll call them up to see who will help. Most will jump to help my daughter.”

“Thank you,” you said softly. Your shoulders sagged and you almost cried. You were so worried about Tom. Your dad patted your shoulder before going upstairs.

“Lie down and I’ll take care of business,” he said. You didn’t plan for him to take over the rescue but you hadn’t slept well in days and a bed sounded great. You trudged upstair for a nap.

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Tom breathes through his mouth. He was pretty sure his nose was broken. He knew his finger was. Every time he opened his eyes his face hurt. He could hear Harrison in the next room as they beat him. How long could he last? He was getting over a gun shot. Why did they keep him alive? Why were they torturing them?

Tom could barely feel his legs. He’d been sitting strapped to a chair too long. He tried to shift to no avail. The door opened and Tom’s eyes snapped to the door. An O’Neal man walked in. Not the usual guy that tried to beat him into hamburger.

“I’m here to talk,” he said. Tom raised an eyebrow and then winced in pain. Did they literally break his face?

“What do you want?” Tom grumbled. His throat was dry.

“I want to get our money back. But I don’t think you have it. I think Johnny has it. I want you to tell me where it’s at,” the man said. Tom didn’t want to show shock. He knew the Moretti had nothing do with the robbery. Tom thought of how to buy time. For what, he wasn’t sure.

“Down by the river. There’s a warehouse down by the river,” Tom said. He gave the address. The man watched suspiciously.

“Why did you tell me that? We’ve been here for hours. Why now?” He asked.

“I’m tired. I have to piss. I want to eat. You’re going to beat me to death if I don’t and you’ll kill my mate too,” Tom said flately. The man chuckled and nodded.

“I’ll get you food and you can piss. We’ll leave your buddy alone. But if it’s fake, we kill you both,” he warned. Tom nodded wearily. The man left the room.

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Penny couldn’t sit still. Something was wrong. She couldn’t put her finger on it but something was going on with that man. He was handsome, sure. But he was trouble. And she saw a mystery. And Penny has never been able to avoid solving a good mystery.

That warehouse. She needed to go back to investigate. Penny knew she couldn’t just walk in, legally and otherwise. But a stake out can be done.

So she packed a sandwich and put on some trousers. Penny hailed a cab to the location. She couldn’t be seen in her car. The cab pulled up a block from the warehouse and she climbed out. She wore her black wool jacket that hid her shape and pulled her hair into a cap. She could be any dock boy now, in britches.

Penny found a small roof on the building across the street. Nice and dark and if she climbed boxes she could hide there and watch. Penny carefully climbed up the wooden crates, her foot wiggling dangerous before she scampered up. She sat breathing hard. Her bag flung on the roof was collected and she sat to watch.

The warehouse was quiet for the next few hours and she drifted to a light sleep. She was woken by the sound of car tires stopping quickly.

Penny sat up and watched as 4 O’Neal guys got out of a car. That car was too loud and too fast to be legal. They carried guns and Penny backed tighter in the shadows. She hadn’t considered the danger.

The men kicked the door in and stepped in. It was shortly that she heard gun fire. The building silenced and Penny could only hear the beating of her own heart. Then only 2 out of the 4 guys came out and rushed to the car. They sped away into the night. Penny gasped. Did the other two die?

Yes, she had seen plenty murder scenes. Some horrific. But to watch men literally die in real time was something totally different.

A full hour passed as her legs fell asleep in her tight spot before she climbed down. Penny pulled out her small revolver and walked slowly towards the door that was swung open. Inside she saw the bodies of the two men laying on the ground. A shot gun was set up to booby trap and had killed them. She bent and careful looked through his suit pocket. Inside was a check with an address written on it.

Penny couldn’t pass up a good mystery and took the paper. She hadn’t thought about getting back from the docks. She carefully walked in the shadows to a busy place. A few men working at the docks watched and whistled as she hailed a cab. She pulled her coat close in vain to avoid being seen.

Penny arrived about a block from a building that the cabbie was wary to deliver her to. “No offense, miss but that ain’t a safe place. Rough and all,” he said. She paid him and thanked him for a ride. When had her safety ever been guaranteed? Her father made her a target since birth.

She moved to see that it was an O’Neal property. Heavily guarded and filled with beautiful women in expensive dresses. Must be a party, Penny thought. What had this Harrison fellow gotten into? Too bad she wasn’t dressed great or she would walk right in. She pulled the cap out and shook her hair out.

“Why aren’t you with the other girls?” A man asked annoyed. “Get in if you know what’s good for you,” he said lightly pushing her toward the building. She didn’t need to be told twice before going forwards. “Oi, to the back. You need to change.” She nodded and walked to the back. Women of various states of undress were changing into beautiful dresses.

“You’re late,” said an overweight red haired woman. She was beautiful with perfect hair and makeup. Her ample bosom covered in crystals. She looked at Penny’s outfit in disdain. “Here,” she said shoving a red frock at Penny.

Penny awkwardly tried to hide in the corner and put it on. It was very short and quiet tight. She pulled at the bottom slightly. It was gorgeous but a little too showy for her. Another girl offered her a headband with a red feather tucked in it. Penny stood in front of an opulent mirror and looked. It was lovely.

Her opinion changed as she was swept out of the back room and into a room full of O’Neal gangsters. Her heart beat. Most of these men were notoriously known as killers and rum runners. Was Harrison really a gangster? A tall wide man sauntered over to her and lightly touched her shoulder.

“Hey pretty little thing in a pretty little number,” he grinned lazily and Penny could smell the copious amount of liquor he had drank. She resisted the urge to cringe as all of the women were being treated this way and she didn’t want to seem suspicious.

“She’s taken,” another girl said. She had dark black hair and her lips were painted burgundy. The man huffed and walked towards his next victim.

“Thanks,” Penny said.

“Get your shit together or you won’t get paid. The young men are over playing games,” she said before walking away. Penny walked the direction of the men gambling. Before she arrived, a man grabbed her around the waist.

“Shh,” he whispered and she turned to see that it was Johnny. He gave her a look to be quiet. Why was he here? How did he know she wasn’t supposed to be there? How did he seem to know her? He motioned for her to follow him. He stood close by a curtain, his hand still around her waist.

“Pretend we’re kissing,” he said and Penny fake giggled as he pulled the fabric around them.

“Why-“

“You’re Harrison’s girl,” he said. She looked at him shocked.

“How do you know?”

“I make it my business to know anyone who comes in my warehouse. Did the punks breaking in get it?” He asked.

“Yeah, 2 shot and 2 ran away.”

“I’m assuming you’re here to find your bloke? He’s here somewhere. I’ve been scouting the building out. Very well fortified. Doesn’t help I’ve been watching Y/n play the whore half the night as she’s trying to find Tom. I need your help,” Johnny said. It was a lot to take in.

“Why not Y/n?”

“You both are helping. You take me upstairs and then we can look out of prying eyes. Y/n is picking someone up to do the same.”

“How will she pick?”

“The one she can knock out the easiest with this,” he said showing Penny a small syringe holding laudanum. It could definitely knock someone out. Penny nodded. “Y/n is a tough girl. Mob born and raised. Let’s go while the party is busy. Pretend to be a little drunk.”

Johnny pushes the curtains back and the pair walked lazily like a little drunk. Enough to blend but not to stand out. Johnny purposely pushed into Y/n who nodded as she took the syringe. Her John Doe ruffles his feathers before she winked at him and pulled him towards the bedroom. Johnny and Penny stumbles after. Johnny pushes open a door to a bedroom garishly organized and smelling of sex and perfum. Penny wrinkled her nose before stepping in.

“How long do we wait?”

“However long Y/n needs.” Johnny said sitting on the bed. Penny cringed.

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cartwheelandfaceplant · 6 years ago

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Part 4 tonight of Let's Run Away.

Hope you enjoy boxing. 😉

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parkers-gal · 4 years ago

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Tom x reader where reader wants to move out & live with Tom only (not with boys). Tom doesn’t want to move out, maybe Nikki has a talk with him

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There’s too many dishes in the sink, you note. There’s so many, that they won’t all fit for one load in the dishwasher. It’s a pain, and you know nobody in this house has the patience to wait for two full loads to carry through, so you have to hand wash half of them and allow the whirring machine to do the other half.

If this were a romantic comedy, you’d have Tom standing next to you and you’d hold hands under the suds while you wash the dishes together and chat about your future. This isn’t a rom-com, though. In fact, you don’t even know where the boys are right now. You were certain they went into the den to play Call Of Duty — or whatever it is that they play — but then you thought they went into the backyard with Tessa, but now you’ve just given up on figuring their whereabouts.

Not that you’re angry at Tom for not helping, though. He did the laundry with you earlier, so you’re content with his keeping end of the deal. It’s the other four that you’re a bit fed up with. Sam had just recently joined the Holland-Osterfield-Barrett household of mates, and while you’re all the more happy to welcome him in, it also means more work. There’s a chore schedule, but sometimes someone has work in a town or a country away, and the gaps in the schedule are only ever left for you to fill.

It’s tough, considering you have your own job, but you’re content with the situation — for now. You have Tom, the love of your life, and you have the best people of your life - Harry, one of your closest confidants, and Harrison, one of your partners in crime.

There’s a lot of baggage that comes with being the only woman in a household of boys that practically grew up with each other. You love Tessa with all your heart, but it’s not like you can really gossip to her about your day.

You’re not too worried about everything, anyway. The second anniversary of your relationship with Tom is coming up; it’s only a few months away, and though you’ve been pondering the idea for awhile, you’re thinking of getting a place with Tom, on your own, without the nagging and intruding fellow in-laws (to-be, hopefully).

Six weeks, today marks, for how long you’ve been thinking about the idea, debating whether it’s valid enough to bring up to Tom, deciding when the best time to talk to him would be. He’s a hard man to navigate — getting a spot in his busy schedule is like fighting to the front of a One Direction mosh-pit. That makes it practically impossible.

But, you’re Y/N. You’re his sweetheart, his darling, his weakness. You’re the most important person in his life, and when you want to have a serious conversation with him, Tom’s all ears and eyes, attentive and caring, understanding and, hopefully, supportive.

You’re hoping it won’t take much convincing — he’s lived with these people all his life, and if it’s truly hard for him to decide, you’ll know what he really wants then.

Ringing out a few glass cups, you let them dry on a dish rack that sits on the countertop. The buzzing and whirring of the dishwasher alerts you that it’s still happily running, and you walk towards the glass sliding doors that lead to the patio and backyard. Peering out, you see all four housemates and Paddy, playing with a frisbee and wrestling with Tessa and messing around with a rugby ball on the trampoline. They look like kindergarteners on the playground, and you decide then to bring them some lemonade like a mother in summertime.

“Hope you’re all a bit thirsty,” you set the tray down with a warm smile. Sam shuts his book of poetry to smile up at you from his seat. He’s been reading for a good fifteen minutes, but you reckon he’ll hop on the trampoline when Harrison gets off. For now, he watches as the Irregulars star jumps happily with Tuwaine.

“Oh, sick,” Harry runs over with the frisbee still in his hands, reaching for a glass and taking a big gulp. Tessa’s at his feet, awaiting for the frisbee game to resume, and you pet her head for a moment before Tom runs over to you, hair matted to his forehead in sweat.

“You’re the best, love,” his hand finds the small of your back as he kisses your temple. You smile again, eyes shutting in bliss at the feeling of his lips, but his hand maneuvers you so he can reach for a glass without bumping into you.

One by one, they come over for refreshments, before picking up where they left off beforehand. Tom’s last to leave, wanting to talk to you before playing with his brothers again.

“Oh, I have to talk to you later,” you whisper, fingers tracing down his damp (sweaty) shirt with a giggle. Tom raises a brow, and you nod softly, “Just, when you have time. Now have fun,” you push him off, and though he’s still just as curious, he leaves you alone on the patio. Taking one last glance at the rowdy group of boys, you bring the tray of empty cups inside, sliding the door shut and sighing to yourself. More dishes to do.

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Tom’s drying his hair with a purple bath towel when he comes out of the steamy bathroom. He sighs contentedly, before remembering your words from earlier. He brings it up, “What was it that you needed to talk to me about?”

He walks over to the dresser while you look up from your phone. You hum as Tom puts something away, and you shut the electronic device off, setting it on your nightstand and twisting to face his direction.

“I wanted to talk to you about… us, I guess.”

You see Tom’s movement slow, and he removes the towel from his damp curls, turning around hesitantly. You smile, waving him off, “Nothing bad, I promise.”

He lets out an inaudible “phew,” and nods. “Good.” You agree with a nod of your head, and he furthers on with the questions. “What is it, though? Is it something important?”

“I mean…” Tom places his towel on the rack before walking to the opposite side of the mattress “Sorta?” You offer, and you see the gears turn in his head. He sits down across from you, on the bed, and he smiles encouragingly, still a bit suspicious.

“Well, I’m all ears, darling.”

You smile at the familiar pet name, and with a final breath in, you admit what’s been in your head for the past few months. “I was thinking maybe we could… move out… without the boys.”

It’s dead quiet for a few beats while the words sink into his mind. You’re not sure how he’s going to react, but you watch to gauge his reaction.

His mouth opens, almost as if he’s about to say something, but then he closes it, as if he’d suddenly second guessed himself. For once, you truly can’t read him.

“I thought… I thought you liked living here?” he says softly, almost a bit saddened.

You sigh with your words, “I do! Really, I do, but…”

“But…?” He bites his lip.

“Well, I mean…” you exhale again, “We’ve been together for almost two years,” he’s still listening, “Don’t you think we should be a little more independent?”

“I mean, sure, if we were a normal couple.” He laughs at the joke, and while you do too, it’s not really genuine, but more forced for the awkward tension in the air. “I just thought you… y’know, enjoyed spending time with everyone.”

You nod understandingly. “I do, Tom. Really, I do. But… y’know, we’re not getting any younger. I just thought maybe it was time for us to get a place of our own.” It comes out as more of a suggestion, a question for him to respond to. You quietly bite your lip while Tom nods at the information he’s taking in.

He looks down at his fingers, before locking eyes with you. “Can I think about it?”

You shut your eyes softly while nodding. Tom blinks, before standing from the bed, giving you a kiss on the forehead and bidding farewell, heading downstairs for more quality time with his brothers.

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It’s been a week since that conversation took place in your room. You didn’t think it’d go so… bad? You’re not sure if you should say that, because he didn’t exactly say “no,” he just didn’t seem enthusiastic about deciding at all.

It’s a quiet Saturday. You’re out bowling with a few of your friends, news of one of them getting engaged spreading like wildfire. She’s having a dinner party later, but for now, you’re keeping the meeting small, inviting your closest circle for the fun day at the bowling lanes.

Tom asked you if you wanted to reschedule the dinner with his family, but you insisted that arriving late would be fine. It’s only four o’clock — the Holland family likes to come for late lunch and spend the night playing games and drinking beer, until the clock strikes midnight and Paddy’s passing out in the backseat on the way back home.

At least now, only one Holland brother stays with the parents.

Somehow, someway, the conversation had shifted to you. Everyone’s gathered in the living room, scattered on sofas, couches, beanbags, armchairs, loveseats. Tom misses you at his side, but the conversation of how your work is going just reminds him of what you’d proposed a few days ago.

“How’re things with her in general, though?” Nikki, Tom’s mom, asks with a smile. The eyes shift towards Tom, and he can feel his face heating up.

“Yeah, how’re things with the lovebirds?” Harry teases.

Tom chuckles, anxiety bubbling in his stomach, twisting his. “Uh- they’re- they’re good, yeah,” he assures them, though shaky.

“You sure, there?” Harrison teases. “Did someone propose or something?”

“No, no,” Tom airily chuckles. “Nothing like that.” “Oh?” His dad picks up, “What, then?”

“She- uh…” he licks his lips out of habit. “She wants to move out. Find a place for us, she said.”

The tone in which Tom tells them lets them know that he’s a little less than enthusiastic about the whole ordeal. It’s something that raises a red flag for Nikki; it’s something that makes her brows furrow in confusion.

“Oh,” Sam breaks the silent. “I’m happy for you, bro,” he pats Tom’s shoulder.

Tom smiles, though it’s forced and a bit spaced out.

“What’re you gonna tell her?” Harry asks. “You want it too, right?”

Tom shrugs weakly. Nobody talks about his responses, his reactions. It’s all a bit unexpected, for Tom to not be on board with the next step of the relationship.

“I mean, I don’t know, really.” He confesses with a nervous laugh, running a hand through his curls. “I’d miss you all so much. I just… I don’t know, I guess I just thought she liked living here too, y’know.”

A collective number of “yeah’s” and “mhm’s” go around the room, and Tom nods nonchalantly before the conversation switches to something more exciting. For now, Nikki lets it go, just until she can get her eldest in a room by himself, and before you get home.

It’s when Tom’s getting snacks for the group that Nikki decides to offer her help in the kitchen. They’re just putting dinner in the oven and preparing appetizers, but still, any opportunity to talk to Tom.

“So,” Nikki smiles, and Tom giggles while she puts another slice of tomato on the dish they’re preparing. “Moving out, huh?”

Though her tone is teasing, Tom can’t help but get shivers. He nods, quieting down a bit. Nikki’s movements remain, but Tom stops working altogether. “I don’t want to move out.”

His mum turns to look at him, and she nods, almost as if anticipating the confession. “Why not?”

Tom clicks his tongue, looking down as if he’s ashamed of feeling this way. “I just like things the way they are right now. I know at some point, someone’s gonna move out and the clan’s gonna go our separate ways, but I don’t want to be the one to go first.”

At this, Nikki fully turns to talk to Tom, no longer making dinner. “Tom…” She wipes her hands on a kitchen towel, and Tom does the same. “You were the first to go, you know.”

His eyebrows pull together in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” she sighs, “Your career was first to take off. You ran out that door so fast, we couldn’t keep up.” Tom laughs, reminiscing to himself. “You’re going to keep growing,” she says softly. “You can’t stop that. You can’t stop everyone from growing apart. Sure, you might not grow apart, but you won’t always be this cute little boy band from your school days.”

“Not a boy band, mum,” Tom grumbles. The two of them share a knowing smile.

“You can’t blame yourself for growing, darling,” she steps closer, grabbing one of his hands just like he had grabbed hers the day he was first born. “You can’t expect to be the glue that holds this- this temporary situation together forever. You’re not a superhero,” the two of them laugh again, but then Tom nods knowingly, and Nikki can see a faint batch of tears spring in his eye sockets.

“No, I know, mum.” He sniffles. “I guess… I don’t know, i’ve just always been afraid of never being there when everything changes. I always come back and everyone’s a different person, just…” he searches for the words, “with the same faces.”

She nods, turning back to her dinner dish. Tom keeps his eyes trained on his hands, which are planted on the countertop.

“She loves you a lot, you know.” Nikki says after a few beats. “She just wants a bit of privacy, a bit of your relationship without your annoying brothers.”

“Annoying is right,” Tom teases. They laugh again. “Yeah, I guess I just never thought of that.” Nikki hums, and the kitchen grows silent for a few moments. “Thank you, mum.”

“For what?”

“Being there.” Tom replies. “You never gave up on me, and now… I don’t know. It means a lot to me that you’re helping me with something so important to me.”

Nikki’s eyes soften, and both of them tear up. She nods, this time breaking the silence again. “I know how much you love her,” She says quietly. “One day, she’ll be yours for forever. She’s the one — I can see it in both of your eyes.”

Tom sucks in a breath and wipes his eyes. “I know she’s the one, too.” He adds in another tomato to the dish. “She’s always been it for me.”

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mysticalrambling · 3 years ago

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Missing You (T.H)

Tom Holland Fan fiction (Fan fiction Masterlist)

Summary: Tom is away for shooting and he is missing his daughter’s first easter. You and Sophia miss him terribly and he feels terrible for missing it. Sophia gets hurt during the egg hunt and Tom flies back to be with his family.

Warnings: Angst and some fluff.

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“Daddy?” You had been folding your laundry because it was a therapeutic chore. The maid always left it for you by the end of the day because she knew that you enjoyed doing it. Your moment was interrupted by your one year old daughter barging into your room with only one question on her mind.

She had recently started walking and you were silently thankful because your over protective husband wouldn’t let her touch the ground in the fear that she would hurt herself. It even came to the point that Sophia started becoming agitated whenever he interrupted her progress. She would scream Bloody Mary when she saw him approaching with his arms outstretched. You sat him down one day and gently explained to him that we have to let her explore the world. If she falls and gets hurt, then it was our job to take care of her but we could not protect her from everything in advance.

The moment she took her first steps, they were towards Tom. You were there to record the moment and you guys were so glad that Tom had backed off a little bit. He would be there for his little princess every step of the way. If she wanted to leap, she could and he will be there to catch her if she started to fall. Sophia was the most important person in his life after you.

“Daddy is going to be here before your first Easter, bunny. Hopefully.” The last word was more of a mumble for yourself because you really hoped that he would be here. Sophia was born a few weeks after Easter so this was her first one.

“Daddy?”

Sighing, you said, “Let’s just get ready and see how cute you look in your new costume.”

“Bunny!” She ran off to her room to put her name on the and you opened your phone. Your husband told you that he would drop a text at approximately this time if he was going to make it back before the party. Disappointed, you just put the phone back on the side table.

“Okay, you need to sit tightly so that I can make your braids.” She was a hyper ball after she found the candies on the coffee table that you were going to give it to her at the party. Allergies to nuts was one of the many things that she had inherited from Tom and you never liked to take chances regarding their health. “No more sweets for you today, miss.”

“Nooooooo. Daddy!” Sophia’s voice trembled in the end because she knew that her dad would defend her. He was her knight in shining armor.

“Daddy is not here so let’s stop screaming now.” You were already in a sour mood as your husband was not with you on an important milestone. And Sophia was not making things easy for you either.

“No!”

“You are ready. I am going to give you your coloring books while I go get ready.” You did not listen to her small sniffles and went to take a shower while keeping the door open so you could keep an eye on her. When you got out, your phone was ringing and it was Tom.

“Hi. I am so sorry I can’t make it today. I tried my very best to get done with filming but it was not possible. So sorry, darling.” There was a crack in his voice that let you know that he was devastated about it.

“It’s okay, baby. There will be other Easters and you will be there for all of them. Don’t be sad, please.” You tried cheering him up but it was not working.

Tom was always big on firsts; your first date, your first I love you’s, Sophia’s first kick, Sophia’s first tooth. He kept a record of all the moments and he was incredibly sad that he did not get to witness his child’s first Easter. Acting was something that he really enjoyed but he hated it right now. It was keeping him away from his family. He had planned everything out from where to hide all the eggs to where to buy the small bunny cupcakes that he would give to his little girl at the end of the day. This was not right but he was helpless. He could not do anything because he had an obligation to his fans as well.

“Is she wearing the costume that I ordered her?” When you mumbled out a yes, he asked, “Can you please send me a picture?”

“Soph, come and stand here. Pose for daddy.” When you sent him the picture, there was no response from his side. Seeing the picture, Tom choked back a sob. His little bunny looked incredibly cute with a white dress and a bunny ear headband. A pink tint graced her cheeks which meant that she had some candies and she had a toothy smile. Before he could say anything, the director called him back to shooting. “We will talk to daddy later. He might be busy right now.”

Tom’s mom had planned a party at her house and the whole garden was prepared for the egg hunt. You both wanted to host the party this year but Tom had to go to Cardiff last minute because of his shooting. Your siblings and nieces and nephews were all going to be there. You were happy that you got to spend this occasion with your family but you were miserable right now. Tom was not here.

“Hi. Who is this little rabbit here?” Nikki leaned in front of the toddler and squished Sophia in one of her famous bear hugs.

“Sophia Anne Holland!” There was a proud undertone to her voice because she could speak her whole name now.

“You are the cutest bunny ever.”

“I know.” You all chuckled at her haughty admission and watched as she skipped towards her cousins.

“Tom isn’t going to make it today?”

“Um no. He could not get away from work and he said to apologise on his behalf.” It was like something was missing and you didn’t want to indulge in that feeling.

“I am sorry, darling but he will make it up to you and Sophie.” You wanted to divert the topic so you started to talk about the guests and the decorations.

Pretty soon, you started mingling with the people and they always asked about Tom. You either replied to them or politely redirected the conversation. It felt weird being at a gathering without Tom. You haven’t done that from the past five years and you realised you didn’t much enjoy it now. Keeping an eye on Sophia was hard because it was usually Tom who performed that duty. You were given a free pass at parties from all the responsibilities and were allowed to enjoy every moment. He was always considerate towards you and that is why you loved him to death.

“Sophia, you can not go near the pool.” You caught her in your arms before she could fall in.

“Dada swimm- swimming.” Tommy was the one who was teaching her to swim because it was a hobby that he wanted his daughter to adopt from him. When she saw the water, she thought that her dad will be there to teach her.

“When dad comes back, you can go swimming.” Sophia still kept looking around for her father because this is the longest she has been away from him. Her toddler mind thinks that if she goes to do things that they do together, he will come to her. You couldn’t even get angry at her for wandering around the house without anyone. Hugging her, you tried to distract her, “Now, granny is having an egg hunt and we need to win it, okay bubs?”

“Win!!” You took her in your arms and went towards the garden where all the people were.

“Look, Tom. (Y/N) is here.” A phone was shoved in to your face by Sam and you saw Tom’s face on the screen.

“Hi. I was calling you and you didn’t pick up. I wanted to see Sophie on the egg hunt.” There was a look of longing on his face.

“I was busy with your daughter. She was running near the swimming pool and wanted to get in because she thought that you would be there to teach her.”

“Is she alright? Let me see her.” You angled the phone towards your shoulder where she was leaning on him. “Hey, baby.”

“Hi. Back?” Tom wanted nothing more than to hold his daughter in his arms and his heart broke when his daughter asked him that question. It meant that he was away too long because she never asked that question before. She didn’t need to.

“I’ll be back in no time and then we will go swimming. Promise.”

“Yes.” She hopped down from your arms and went to the start line of the race.

“How have you been?”

“Just missing you a lot and handling Soph is getting harder by the day.” You moved to a more secluded place on the ground so you could talk to your husband.

“I am sorry, darling. When I come back, you can have the whole weekend off.”

“Just come back. I want to spend sometime with my husband.”

“That is a tempting offer but I have to stay here a little longer. But when I come back, we will do more than spend sometime together.”

“I will look forward to it. The game is starting so I have to go.” You were about to end the call but he stopped you.

“I want to see her and I have a break for another twenty minutes.”

“Okay.”

The race soon started and among all her cousins, Sophia was the youngest and the most hyper. You cheered her on with her grandparents and Tom. She was about to win the race and you were more excited than her. Tommy wanted to be there to witness her first victory but he settled down for seeing it on the phone. However, she stumbled on some rocks that were on the trail and she fell hard.

“Oh my god! Go to her, (Y/N).” Tom’s voice broke you out of your horrified trance and you went in to autopilot. When you reached near her, you gave the phone to someone behind you and kneeled in front of your daughter. She was crying really loudly and her arms was bent to an odd angle. Cuddling her in your arms, you picked her up and went towards your car. “What is happening? Mum, tell me!”

“I think Sophie’s arm is broken. (Y/N) is taking her to the hospital right now. I will keep you updated.” Nikki was moving quickly towards her car while she gripped the phone in her hands.

“Mum, I want to talk to my daughter right now.” He didn’t even realise that he was pacing and his hair was all messed up because he ran his hands through it several times.

“Tommy, I will keep you updated. Right now, she is a lot of pain and she is scared.”

“Please keep me informed.” This was one of the worst moment in his life because he wasn’t there for his girls. You both needed him right now and he wasn’t there. He decided then and there that he was going back to London.

Meanwhile, you reached the hospital with Sophia wailing in your arms and Sam driving like a cray man. You were sure that he would have multiple speeding tickets waiting for him when he gets home. The E.R was busy at this time of the day and you just laid your daughter on one of the beds while Nikki went to go get a doctor.

“Honey, it’s going to be okay. Please be strong, baby girl.” There were tears in your eyes as your daughter’s face turned red with all the crying and screaming. The little girl was in too much pain.

“Daddy, plea- please. Hurts a lot.” Hiccuping in the middle of the sentence, you looked at your brother in law helplessly. She wanted Tom and he wasn’t here right now.

“We will talk to daddy after the nice doctor here checks you out, baby.” She wouldn’t let anyone near her or her arm and kept asking for her father, She was inconsolable.

Sitting in front of the bed, the doctor asked, “Hi, I am Dr Ana. What happened to this little bunny here?”

“She, uh, she fell during the race and I think she broke her arm.” You stood on the foot of the bed as you shakily explained the whole situation. “Soph, let her check your boo boo please.”

“Daddy, please.”

“Okay, let me call your dad and you can talk to him.” Nikki interjected when she saw that the conversation was not reaching any end point.

“Okay.” You wiped her snot with your sleeves as she clutched her broken arm in pain.

“Tom, talk to Sophia. She is not letting the doctors treat her.” Putting the phone on speaker, Tom’s voice filtered through the phone.

“Hey bubs. You need to let the doctor check you and make the boo boo alright.” His soothing voice brought tears to your eyes as you wanted nothing more than to hold his hand right now.

“It hurts. Back please?”

“I am coming back right now so you need to let the doctor check your arm. I will be there in no time.”

“Okay.” The moment the doctor started examining her arm, you took the phone from your mother in law.

“It’s going to be okay. You don’t have to come back.” You sniffled a little as the doctor got a portable x-ray to check up on Sophia’s arm. She held on to your hand tightly as even the little movement hurt her.

“I am. In fact, my flight is already confirmed. I will be there in four hours, tops.”

Tom declined the call as his manager called him downstairs. Getting in to the car, he just prayed to God that his little girl would be okay. He swore mentally that he would never let Sophia run. He should have been there and he was going to never leave his family’s side ever again.

“I have given her some pain meds for her pain so she should be settling down now.” Sophia was moved to a pediatric room and now she was calming down a little bit. “What color cast do you want, Miss Holland?”

“Pink.” She stated as a matter of fact and you lightly laughed. Nikki and Sam were in the room as well and they were staying till Tom got here. The pain medication slowly started working and Soph drifted off to sleep with Mr Fluffs in her arms.

“We are going to get coffee and then we can get you a change of clothes. Do you want something else?” Whispering, Nikki placed a hand on your shoulder.

“I am fine. I just need the clothes and can you please bring some for Tom as well. I know he would come straight here from the airport.”

“Okay, darling. Take care and call us if something happens.”

“Okay, thank you.” You put your head on the bed and drifted off to sleep.

Tom entered the hospital and the receptionist guided him towards Sophia’s room. Quietly steeping in there, he saw his two girls sleeping. Sophia looked so tiny in that patient bed and he never wanted to see her there. When he got close, he saw dried tears on his little girl’s cheek and his heart broke when he thought about the pain that she was in. The pink cast was set on her right arm and he want to her side and gently kissed it.

“I am so sorry baby, I wasn’t here. I won’t ever leave you again, I promise.”

“You are back.” The commotion in the room woke you up and you saw your husband right in front of you.

“Just got in.” Tom’s eyes never left the tiny human being laying underneath the sheets. “(Y/N), she is never running again.”

“Honey, children get hurt all the time. She will recover in no time.”

“But-”

“Dadda!” Your baby jumped in to his arms before any of you realised what was happening. Her cast bumped on to the iron rod of the bed and she let out a blood curling scream.

“Call the doctor. It’s okay, bubs. You are going to be okay.” Kissing her cast, he tried to calm down the crying toddler. Meantime, you went to call Dr Anna so that she could check Sophia’s arm.

“It is all fine. You just need to be really careful with that arm. We are going to keep her here for one day and then you both can take your little girl home.”

You took Sophia from your husband and told him to go change in to comfortable clothes. When he came back, you both settled on the small bed and your daughter told him all about the injury and the pain. You both signed her pink cast and Tom also drew some rainbows and birds on it. Soon, it was time for her to take her medicines and you had to bribe her with chocolates, She always got her way.

“I love you, baby. Go to sleep now.” He wrapped the blanket around her and switched off all the lights.

“Love you. Be here?”

“Yes, I will be here darling. Now, sleep.” Sophia soon drifted off to sleep and Tom sat beside you on the couch.

“I missed you, Tommy.”

“I missed you too and I am never leaving you both for this long. Now, let’s go to sleep. It has been a tiring day.” Pecking him on the lips, you both laid down and just basked in each other’s warmth. Contented, you drifted off to sleep with your husband and child in the same room. Everything was going to be okay.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!!

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A/N: I loved to write about Tom Holland as a family man. Tell me how you guys feel about it and I am open to requests regarding dad Tom. If you want to be added to my tag list, comment down below.

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viviennes-tears · 3 years ago

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Making him blush (Tom Hiddleston & x reader one shot)

18+ blog: It is YOUR responsibility, as a reader, to think about the content that you consume at your own discretion.

Requested by Anonymous: Heyy hope you're good :).Can you write a prompt about Tom being asked on interviews about his relationship with reader, where the host makes him blush and Tom is nervous and everything? Pls 🥺

Summary: After the successful West-End run of Betrayal the cast have been invited to bring it over to Broadway. Just like any other performance it needed promoting and Tom got an invite to The Tonight Show staring Jimmy Fallon. During his appearance on the show he is as charming as ever and plays along with the jokes. He even teaches Jimmy how to cry. However, when the questions turn the tables and are about Tom's private life, he cannot seem to stop blushing, especially when you are brought up in the conversation.

Warnings: None

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Tom was waiting out in the wings as Jimmy Fallon was introducing him, when he felt his phone vibrate in his suit jacket pocket. He quickly took it out and peered at the notification that lit up on the screen. It was a text from you.

"Good luck with the show! Love you x" However, Tom didn't have time to reply. The house band the Roots began to play and he was being ushered out of the wings. He managed to only safely tuck his phone away in time.

As soon as Tom was on stage, after emerging out from behind the blue curtain he smiled. Then he raised his hand politely to acknowledge his fans and the audience. Followed by him taking only a few short paces over towards Jimmy, who came around his desk to greet Tom. Both men extended out their hands and shook, as well going in for a hug at the same time. Once they made themselves comfortable the Roots wrapped up their entrance music for Tom.

"You're on Broadway and er...congrats on the great reviews for this play. I wanna get to talking about that, but, you had to walk through Times Square to get to the Theatre. And you ran into some of your Avenger friends." Jimmy said with some hints of delight in his eyes.

"Yes, they resembled some of my Avenger friends." The audience laughed along with Tom, as he straightened out his jacket.

"So this really isn't them?" Jimmy asked as he reached for the photo from behind his desk. He then presented the photo of Tom with the people in Times Square, who were dressed as Avengers. "Wait let me see. It might really be them!" Tom chuckled while Jimmy asked for a close up for the viewers at home.

"That's definitely Tom Holland. I think that's definitely Tom Holland." Tom says as he points to Spiderman.

"I can tell by his exposed thumb that was coming through his glove there." Jimmy joked along.

"You know he travels with that suit." Tom chuckled. Everyone seemed to poke fun at the other T.H a lot, but all was taken lightly.

"That's cool that they came out to support you." Jimmy chuckled too as he returned the photo behind his desk.

Jimmy then went onto Marvel, despite knowing full well that Tom couldn't say anything about the new and upcoming Loki Disney+ series, he had to at least mention it anyway. Of course Tom expressed how excited he was about the show, and to start filming next year. He loves Loki as much, if not more than anyone else did. What Tom was thankful about was the fact Jimmy was respectful about not pressing for information, due to knowing how Marvel works, and how they prefer to keep things on the down low. Although, the Marvel aspect of the conversation diverged down the path of Tom auditioning for Thor originally. Which actually gave the audience a chance to see Tom audition in a short clip, causing them to cheer and applaud him. Despite Tom's embarrassment growing a little from the clip being shown. Following the clip Jimmy went on about Betrayal, the main reason why Tom was there, but Tom found it a rather brief moment. It did consist of the usual questions, with the added request of wanting a lesson in how to cry, Jimmy thought it was amazing how Tom could cry during every show. They used Baby Yoda as the key to start up the water works, everyone went ballistic seeing Tom cry over Baby Yoda.

"Welcome back, I'm still here with Tom Hiddleston!" Jimmy said cheerfully when they came back from an ad break. The audience cheered and wooed. "I asked Tom to stick around because..." Jimmy trailed off as he picked up another photo from behind his desk, then he held it up on the desk. "You, sir, were seen out only two days ago with this beautiful lady." He added and smirked.

Tom bit his lip nervously as he looked at the photo of you and him with Bobby. You were spending the afternoon together as there wasn't a matinee show. Also, neither yourself or Tom knew that anyone was photographing you.

"Humm..." Tom hummed with a slight nod. He was worried about what the next question was going to be, despite having an idea.

"Who is she, Tom? Who?" Jimmy had a teasing and urgent tone in his voice. The audience clearly was interested too.

"(Y/N)." Tom said your full name and began to blush a little. (Idk, what the insert shorthand is for that. Lol) "She's a friend." He rushed to add.

"Really? Because here you seem to be holding hands." Jimmy then replaced the photo with another.

"Friends can hold hands." Tom tried to steer away from your relationship, albeit his efforts were futile.

"Do friends kiss, like this?" Jimmy replaced the photo again with a third one.

In a way Tom could see it coming, although deep down he hoped it wouldn't have been shown. Neither you or Tom were ready for your relationship to be public yet. You both just enjoyed your privacy too much, and both of you were happy the fact it had stayed that way, and for as long as it did. But now clearly it was public knowledge, especially because it was clear something was going on between you both in the photo. Tom had his tongue in your mouth, one arm wrapped around you, and he had hold of Bobby's lead in his other hand. You had pressed your chest up firmly against him during that moment, and massaged his nape, as you weren't able to run your fingers through his hair. Due to him wearing his black cap that day which kept his curls down.

"Er...ehehe, well Jimmy the thing is..." Tom's cheeks reddened and he pinched the bridge of his nose, as he tried to find the right words. "The thing is-is we erm...ok yes we're dating." He finally admits and hopes you don't kill him later.

"I knew it! How long have you been dating for?" Jimmy put the photos down behind his desk, and edged a little closer towards Tom's direction.

"Three and a half months." Tom said grinning although still blushing a lot.

"Wait what?!" Jimmy had only thought it was an even more recent kind of relationship.

"Ehehe, yep. We're happy and we weren't going to say anything. We enjoy our privacy. But I will say she's no longer here in New York, she has work obligations. So we'll see each other when I get back just before Christmas." Tom explained. You had managed to get some time off work for a week to spend with Tom, as you hadn't seen each other since he left for New York. Which means most of your relationship has been spent apart, but you knew he had a lot planned for Christmas to make up for lost time. Also, while you were with Tom that was when you both admitted your love for each other, or rather the same day the photos were taken in Central Park.

"How can you not? She looks like a keeper to me. So how'd you two meet?"

"We met at a bar not long after Benedict Cumberbatch..." the audience screamed. "His lovely wife, Sophie and I decided to have a couple of drinks, after the Wimbledon tennis match. I saw (Y/N) across the bar when I went to order, and she instantly took my breath away." Tom smiled fondly at the memory.

"Awh, did she also attend the match?" Jimmy asked.

"Yes, she had attended with a few of her friends. I bought their drinks and I asked for her phone number after chatting her up for a bit." Tom added rather easily. It was like once the floodgate was open he didn't want to shut up about you.

"Can you give us an example of a famous Hiddleston chat-up line?" Jimmy asked while wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Tom mock pondered over the question before answering, "no...ehehehe." The audience groaned with disappointment. Jimmy did try a couple more times but Tom wasn't budging. "A gentleman doesn't reveal his tricks." Tom eventually added with a wink. Which undoubtedly made a few female audience members giddy, and possibly moistened some knickers too from the wink.

"Well I tried!" Jimmy said also a little disappointed. "Anyway, Tom Hiddleston everybody!" Jimmy said and patted Tom's shoulder just before they went for another ad break.

Once on the break Tom and Jimmy said their goodbyes then Tom was picked up by his driver. During the drive Tom took the time to text you that he was on his way back to the hotel. Adding that he hoped you were free to FaceTime when he got back, because he missed you and said there was something important he wanted to say.

Tom Hiddleston Masterlist

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cherrycheridarling · 4 years ago

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chemistry test | t.h.

tom holland x actress!reader

warnings: fluff and acting..?

summary: you're auditioning for the role of silk in the new marvel film. they've already chosen their spider-man and now it's time to see how much chemistry you two have.

wc: 1.9k

"Hi! I'm here for the Marvel auditions?" you greeted the lady who sat at the front desk.

"Hello! What's your name?"

"Y/N Y/L/N."

Nerves were running through your veins at lightning speed. The lady gave you a kind smile and told you to head to room three hundred and sixteen. You returned the smile before heading to the elevators.

Upon entering, you were faced with at least fifteen other women who were also auditioning. All with black locks and brown eyes. You'd be lying if you said you weren't slightly intimidated. Sure, you had done some small films here and there, but looking at the competition now was frightening. A lady came and handed all of you a small script. At least it was a distraction. You spent the entire time reading your lines and trying your hardest to memorize them.

You sat in the waiting room for at least fourty-five minutes before your name was finally called and you were escorted into another space. Once you entered, your eyes were immediately drawn to the long table where the producers, casting crew and directors - who you've met hundreds of times in your previous auditions - were sat. You shook hands and gave greetings, the usual.

"Y/N, meet our new Spider-Man." Kevin gestured to the brunette boy at the front of the room.

He was cute. Dangerously cute. His small curls that laid messily only seemed to add to his appeal.

You smiled and walked over to him, "Hi. I'm Y/N Y/L/N. It's great to meet you." you offered your hand.

He returned the grin before shaking your hand, "Tom Holland. It's a pleasure." you noticed his British accent and couldn't stop yourself from the confused expression that took over your features.

"You're British?"

He nodded with a smile, "That I am, but," he switched to an American accent, "I can turn it off, too."

Your smile grew, impressed by his ability, "That's so cool. I would try a British accent, but I feel like I might offend you."

He laughed with you for a bit, his hand still holding yours. You both noticed the predicament and quickly withdrew your hands. Sheepish grins showed on both your lips.

Joe Russo cleared his throat, "A little background information in case you're not familiar with Cindy Moon's story."

You silently thanked him for this since you were not at all familiar with whatever the character entailed. Only getting small glimpses of her personality and behaviour before you got thrown into the mix of auditions.

"Cindy and Peter went to the same school and got bitten by the same radioactive spider. A man took Cindy and trained her, but also hid her in a bunker when her powers became too much for her to control. Her Silk Sense – which is her version of a Spider Sense – is incredibly powerful. Stronger than Peter's. In this scene, Peter is saving her from the bunker. Understood?" he spoke so quickly that you nearly didn't catch it all, but nevertheless, you nodded your head.

"Got it." you put the script to the side and took off your jacket.

"Now," Kevin spoke, "Remember, this is a chemistry test. So we want to see – not just how compatible your characters are – but you guys, as well."

Your palms began to sweat. You already knew that they were looking for chemistry, but being put on the spot made your anxiety sky rocket. You nodded again in understanding.

"Sounds good." Tom went to the other side of the room, "Good luck." he sent you another frustratingly attractive smile.

You nodded with your own grin, "Thanks, Spidey."

You spotted a small cot beside you and made your way over, laying with your back to Tom. Ready to start the scene.

"Action!"

Before any lines were given, you lifted your head, but kept it facing the wall. As if you were listening for something, waiting for something.

"Spider- Boy? Guy? Spider-something." you spoke to the wall and a second later, Tom's footsteps were heard behind you.

"I prefer Spider-Man." Tom's voice filled your ears as he leaned against the wall. "Nice to meet you, Cindy Moon."

You held a hand to your head, as if a painful migraine had just arrived. "Your presence is causing me pain. Who-" you looked up at the man, recognition dawning on your features, "Peter."

"W-what? N-n-no, no, no. Who's Peter? I'm Spider-Man." he insisted rather poorly. Deepening his voice.

You turned your body around, hanging your legs off of the cot, "I-I feel it. I remember you. Parker from my science class. Left row, three seats behind me. And my math and history. Front row in history. Middle in math. You always had a new backpack every week."

"Eidetic memory." he mumbled under his breath.

"Hm?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"Nothing. Never mind. We can discuss this later. You need to get out of here. And I have come to save you from whatever this place is." he eyed the space with disgust.

You eyed him suspiciously, "Is this some Disney movie? Is there a magical horse drawn carriage waiting outside?"

He showed a boyish grin, "I guess you can call me your knight in red and blue spandex."

You scoffed and stood up, "Okay, Parker. How'd you know I was here?"

"Oh! This awesome dude, Tony Stark, he knows, like, everything! A-and he told me that you were here and sent me on a mission– Which is so cool! But yeah, he told me to come and save you. And that is what I am doing." he jumped up and down like an excited child.

You eyed the space around you, "Wait. M-my powers. I can't control them. I-I mean, I'm trying, b-but it's still—"

"—We can focus on that later! Right now, the richest and sickest guy on the planet is requesting you. C'mon." he grabbed your hand and, as scripted, you both locked eyes immediately.

You tried your best to look like you were falling in love. And as you stared into his deep brown eyes, you found that it wasn't that difficult. He stared back into yours. His hand still wrapped around your fingers. Your free hand travelled to his face, as if you were about to pull his mask up. Resting your palm on his jawline. His other hand that wasn't grasping yours, rested on your hip. A light pressure that nearly sent you into a haze. You both began to lean in and it no longer felt like acting until you squeezed your eyes shut, shook your head and pushed him away rather aggressively.

You put a hand on the wall, drawing heavy breaths in and out, "W-what are you doing to me?" you looked at him through heavy eyelids.

Tom was in a similar position, back against the wall, hand over his chest, "Mister Stark said that m-might h-happen." his head was thrown back against the wall, showing off the expanse of his neck as he swallowed. "Something- Something about our senses causes a strong- How do I say this? I-Intimate attraction between us."

Your eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowing, "A-an attraction? An intimate attraction? To you? Ew."

He pushed himself off the wall, "Glad to see you haven't changed one bit, Moon." he walked away from you, "We really need to get going. You- Oh! I've been wondering this: Where's your webbing?" he looked around as if he was searching for it.

You stuck your hand out and pretended to shoot a string of silk out of your finger and onto the wall. Tom followed your movements with a starstruck expression.

"That's sick! I have to make mine." he frowned, "We got bit by the same fricking spider and yours is in your hands? Let me see!" he came closer and attempted to grab your hand again before you quickly put it behind your back.

"Don't touch me." you spoke slowly, "I-if this attraction is caused by physical touch. Please, do not touch me."

He plastered on a playful smirk, "Oh, it's more than physical, Moon."

You rolled your eyes and stepped away from the wall, "Dream on, Parker. Are we going to this Mister Stank or whatever?" you waved your hand with a limp wrist.

Tom gasped, "He's Iron Man! It's Mister Stark! Stark! Not stank! And you need a suit. Mister Stark has one ready for you at the compound, but you need something to wear on the way there." he looked around for one.

As if it had just dawned on your character that you were finally leaving the bunker, your attitude changed. A smile gracing your lips.

"I think I can do a little something."

You gestured your hands around yourself, pretending to create a suit from your silk. Tom watched with amazement, "Hey, how are you doing that?" he bent down and examined your body from head to toe.

"I had a lot of free time on my hands. Costume on-the-go. You like?" you smirked as you continued your movements.

Tom nodded his head as he came back up to stand beside you, "I could've saved so much time and money by doing that."

You finally completed your gesturing with a grin, "Ta-da! A bit sticky, but I think it'll do." you pretended to stretch around in the costume.

"Okay, let's go, Moon—"

"—Nope. Nuh-uh. When I'm webbed up like this, call me Silk." you smiled triumphantly.

And with that, the scene came to an end. The producers and casting directors all stood and clapped for you and Tom. You smiled widely at how successful it had gone. Before you could even react, Tom pulled you into a hug. Arms wrapped around your waist. Without a second thought, you wrapped yours around his neck with a laugh.

"You were amazing!" Tom praised you with a wide grin.

You couldn't help but to smile, "Thank you! It helps when you have an awesome scene partner."

His cheeks turned a shade of scarlet at your compliment before Anthony Russo spoke, "That was amazing! Thank you, Y/N."

You shook your head, "Thank you for having me."

Joe came and shook your hand, "Expect a call on Monday. Keep your ringer on." he smiled.

"And that wraps up the chemistry tests! Great job, everyone!" Anthony announced as you handed the script back to them and threw your jacket on.

You swung your bag over your shoulder and made your way to the door.

"Wait!" Tom called from behind you.

You stopped in your steps and turned around with a kind smile.

He held out his phone, "Since we're going to be working together, might as well get to know one another." he had a timid grin.

"Don't jinx it, Holland." you let a light chuckle fall from your lips.

He shook his head, "It's not jinxing, it's manifesting and you were by far the best Cindy Moon. You've already got the part." he insisted making you shake your head.

"We'll see about that." you punched in your number and before you could add your name, Tom took his phone back.

"Wait." he quickly typed away.

'silk'

You smiled at the contact name before offering your phone. He typed in his number and took it upon himself to put the name.

'spidey'

"I'll see you around, Y/L/N." he gave you a little salute making you laugh.

You nodded, "Definitely, Holland." you turned around and walked out of the door.

Both of you were so engrossed in your interaction that you didn't notice the producers and casting directors watching from afar. Proud smiles dawning their lips.

They found their Cindy Moon.

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favefandomimagines · 4 years ago

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Why? (t.h.)

Summary: you and tom broke up at the young age of 21, after the success of Captain America: Civil War. now 3 years later, you run into him again with your three year old son

AN: more angst than fluff that’s for sure and here’s a twist: Evans!Reader (i’m also really bad a writing how toddlers sound so use your imagination)

When you imagined having a baby, you thought of the basic evolution of adulthood. Meet, marriage, then kids. Not meet, date for a year and a half, then baby. A baby who you were currently raising on your own.

The breakup between you and Tom was the opposite of mutual. You didn’t want it. You wanted to be with him even before you got pregnant. But he wanted other things.

He wanted other people. And that’s the part that broke your heart.

“I don’t understand. You have never mentioned this before.” You said to him. “Y/N, it’s not you, okay? It’s just, we’re young. We’re 21 years old, our careers are just taking off. Don’t you want to be free?” Tom explained.

“Free? You think I’m tying you down?” You questioned. “That’s not what I said.” Tom rebutted. “That’s exactly what you said! You think being in a relationship with me is tying you down. Well, fine Tom. If this is what you want, this is what you’ll get.” You snapped.

You began to pack up everything you could fit in your small, weekender bag. “I’m going home and I never want to speak to you again.” You sneered. “No, Y/N, don’t do this. We can still be friends.” He told you. “No we can’t. Because I can’t be the friend who’s hopelessly in love with a guy who doesn’t love her back.” You said.

“I do love you-” He started before you cut him off. “Don’t lie to make yourself feel better.” You sneered. You walked to the door of the hotel you were staying in and slammed it shut.

You were a mess after the breakup. Physically ill is how you described it to people. You never left your room most days and when you did, you glued yourself to the couch. You lived off of Ben and Jerry’s and The Notebook.

Your friends tried to get you out of your apartment. But you didn’t feel like going out and facing the paparazzi. Especially when every time you stood up, you felt sick to your stomach.

Even your older brother stayed with you most days. He didn’t want you to be alone.

That’s when your friend suggested something. “When did you get your period?” She asked you. When she asked, you couldn’t remember when. You chalked it being late up to the stress you were feeling because of Tom and being cast in a new TV show.

But, your friend bought you the test anyways. And it was positive. Your world was crumbling around you and now you had to fend for a baby. Tom told you he wasn’t going to leave you so you didn’t use a condom. And you couldn’t be on birth control because of underlying health issues you had.

You were pregnant and you were going to have to raise a child by yourself. But your family was there through it all. Chris came to every doctor’s appointment with you, already earning the title of ‘world’s best uncle.’

You were about four months along when Kevin Feige called you about shooting an end credit scene for Spider-Man: Homecoming. How were you going to hide a baby bump from the cast and crew? But the only person you needed to keep it from was Tom. He didn’t want you so why should he be apart of the baby’s life? You would ask yourself that simply out of anger. There was no logical reasoning behind it.

You shot the scene while pregnant and quickly left Atlanta before anyone began asking any questions. The main one being: who’s the dad?

The night you gave birth, your entire family was at your side. Throughout the entire 20 hour labor before you welcomed a baby boy into the world. Theodore Evans-Holland was the newest member of the family. But Holland was only on the birth certificate.

Three years had passed since you gave birth to Theo and when they said being a working mother was hard, they weren’t lying. Word spread that you got pregnant but the identity of the father unknown by the public. Including Tom. When asked about Theo in interviews you say it was a one night stand with a friend and that you weren’t together romantically. No one questioned a thing.

On the set of Infinity War and Endgame, your mom brought Theo to visit often. He got to see his mom and his uncle Chris be superheroes.

“And cut! Let’s take a quick break! Y/N needs to go be a mom.” Anthony Russo joked. You smiled brightly at the three year old who was sitting on your makeup artist’s lap.

You picked him and placed sloppy kisses all over his face, making the little boy laugh. “Are you having fun?” You asked him. “Yes!” He replied loudly. “Uncle Chwis!” Theo yelled, pointing to his uncle across the set. You couldn’t say no to him so you brought him to his uncle who was talking to Chris and Robert.

Tom watched as you brought your child over to the three men. He didn’t know you moved on so quick. But he didn’t have a right to be mad. He broke up with you, not the other way around. Though a part of him couldn’t help but wish it was his son.

You and Theo had decided to have a fun day since it was relatively nice in LA. You took him to the zoo and the aquarium before stopping at the Starbucks close to your house as a nice treat.

Theo was a big fan of their frappucinos.

You were holding him as he was beginning to get a little bit fussy after such a long day.

“Y/N?” You heard from behind you. You turned around and saw Tom in the line behind you waiting for his name to be called. “Oh, uh, hi Tom.” You greeted him. “How are you?” He asked. “I’m fine. Just waiting on our order.” You answered.

“Mommy, that’s spider-man.” Theo whispered to you. “Yes, baby, that is spider-man.” You spoke to him. “Hey little man.” Tom greeted the young boy. “You two have the cutest son. He looks just like his dad.” An older lady commented on the two of you.

“No, he’s uh, not mine.” Tom quickly corrected her. The lady looked from you back to Tom before giving a pretty fake smile. “We, uh, we have to go. Theo needs a nap.” You said quickly, grabbing your drinks and making your way towards the exit.

“Y/N, wait!” Tom called. You stopped a turned around to look at him. You and Tom looked at one another for a few moments before he looked at Theo. You could see he was doing the math in his head and analyzing Theo’s facial features.

It was true though. He did look just like his dad. Same hair, same eyes, he had your nose though.

“See you around, Tom.” You said breaking the silence before walking back towards your car.

Later that evening, you were sitting on the couch with Theo watching Captain America. It was his favorite movie at the moment because he got to watch uncle Chris be a superhero.

You were alerted by the sound of the doorbell and wondered who would be at your door at such an odd hour. “Stay here, buddy.” You told your son as you got up to answer the door.

And when you did, you were very tempted to close it right in his face. Because Tom was standing on your doorstep looking completely distraught.

“What are you doing here?” You asked. “He’s mine, isn’t he? Theo’s my son.” He said. You were quiet for a moment before you stepped out on to the porch so Theo wouldn’t hear.

“Yes. Theo is your’s.” You answered quietly. “Why? Why didn’t you tell me?” Tom asked, the anger in his voice very evident. “Because, Tom, you didn’t want me anymore! A kid wasn’t going to change that! It would tie you down even more than I did.” You replied. “I had a right to know. I’m his father.” He said.

You ran a hand through her hair as you squeezed your eyes shut trying to make the tears go away.

“You didn’t want me, Tom. You didn’t want to be with me and a kid wasn’t going to magically fix that. Who’s to say you were going to want to be apart of his life if I told you? Like you said that night, we were 21, our careers taking off. I gave you the freedom you asked for.” You spoke.

“I messed up, okay? I knew that the second I woke up the next morning and you weren’t there next to me. It was stupid of me to even think that. We could’ve been regular 21 year-olds together.” Tom said. “But at the time, you meant it.” You said.

The silence that fell upon the two of you was awkward and uncomfortable. The only sound coming from the TV inside seeping through the cracked front door.

“I need to know him. I know I hurt you and it was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. But I need to know my son, Y/N.” Tom begged.

You looked at the man in front of you and didn’t see who you were in a relationship with three years ago. Maybe because he’s had to grow up faster than the usual person. Or maybe because you had to grow up faster and raise a child.

“You can meet him. But we need to take this very slow. Theo is my entire world and I will not have him end up heartbroken like I was.” You finally spoke.

Tom’s eyes lit up at your words and he rapidly nodded his head. You slowly let him into the house, Theo entirely unaware that anything was happening.

“Hey, bud. There’s someone I want you to meet.” You said to the small boy. You sat down next to him, him taking the liberty of crawling onto your lap.

He stared at Tom warily, wondering why a stranger was in his house. He knew. that he was spider-man but to him spider-man was a stranger.

“Theo, you know how I told you that daddy was an astronaut exploring space?” You questioned. Theo nodded his head looking up at you. “Well, he’s back from space now. Theo, I want you to meet your dad.” You told him.

The brunette boy looked from you up to Tom. “My daddy’s spider-man?” Theo questioned. “Yes, your daddy is spider-man.” You confirmed. “That’s why he was in outer space! Helping Iron Man!” Theo shouted. “That’s right bud. I was gone for a while, but I’m here now.” Tom finally spoke.

Theo left your lap and launched himself at Tom. You didn’t know you would feel so emotional when Theo finally met Tom as his father. You just thought it wouldn’t be until he was older so you weren’t prepared for it.

“Are you staying, daddy?” Theo asked the man. Tom felt like all of the oxygen was knocked out of his body when Theo called him that.

He looked over at you and you reluctantly nodded your head. “Yeah, buddy. I’m staying.” He answered. Theo jumped up and down on the couch before you scolded him.

“Hey, hey, we don’t jump on couches anymore, remember? Besides, it’s past your bedtime.” You told him. “I wanna show daddy my room.” Theo. “He can put you to bed. Now go get your PJs.” You said.

Theo got off the couch and ran down the hallway towards his room. “He’s going to want to show you all of his Marvel stuff but only for five minutes. After that, tuck him in with his Black Panther stuffie. Then you have to read him a story or he’ll never fall asleep.” You explained to Tom as you stood up.

“You did a really good job with him.” Tom commented. “I know.” You smiled fondly. “I don’t have to stay if you don’t want me too.” He said. “You’ll sleep in the spare room. He wants you in his life so you have to be here. And tomorrow, we’ll go get Tessa.” You told him.

Tom smiled at you as you retreated to the kitchen to pick up a bit before bed. Tom walked down the hallway towards Theo’s room and found him all tucked in bed with various pieces fo Marvel collectibles.

“Daddy, daddy! Come look at the things mommy and Uncle Chwis got for me!” He said to Tom. Tom happily obliged and sat on the edge of the bed as Theo began to explain what everything was.

You leaned against the doorframe and observed the two together for a short while. You had a lot of healing to do with Tom but you couldn’t deny the fact that Theo needed his dad, despite Tom’s past mistakes.

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blissfulparker · 4 years ago

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A Work in progress→T.H

Parings: Tom Holland x Actress!reader

Summary: when You and Tom both have each other as a celebrity crush, you two unknowingly take on the role of each other’s lovers in a new movie and are expected to make it real. When the director puts the two of you in a house for the weekend to get to know each other there is little more to rehearsing than just your lines.

Warnings: awkwardness in the first half, smut(oral female), sexual tension

A/n: this is based off of a blurb I did, where it was just from a physical affection prompt list that I went off on! I hope you guys enjoy 💗

Wc: 4k

Tom didn’t know why he was so nervous as he opened the large glass doors to the conference building. His palms were sweaty as he walked alone rather than with his brother and assistant Harry.

He loved working on new projects, new films, meeting new people but the scare of not knowing the new people made him nervous. At this point he normally would be able to get some sort of name, do some research on said person but this time they gave him nothing but a script.

The script was more of a love story. a serious role but one where he could be more seductive and serious, he could let go of the goofy teenager character he seemed to be stuck with.

His character, Jack, who would be the corrupt business man who falls for the one trying to bring down his company, the main female protagonist, Beth.

The meeting started at 10:00. Always being early he seemed to see someone else was too. You stand in front of the coffee machine, trying to get it to work as you waited for the meeting to start—or at least people to come in.

“Oi let me help you with that—“ he offers but a small Yelp comes from your mouth as you quickly turn around and hit your head against the British accented stranger.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry! You scared me half to death—“ you hold your head as you look up, a wave of heat washes over your body and you don’t know if it was just because you hit your head hard enough or if it was because you finally figured out who you were working with.

“I should’ve said something else first, I’m so sorry—“ fuck. He thinks as he looks at you. You who managed to make a way onto the list of celebrities he wants to work with. You who also made it on the list of celebrities he wants to date.

The fans knew quickly he had a tiny crush on you. As he once liked a fan edit of the two of you on the read carpet. He seemed to be one of the firsts to like your Instagram photos and even mentioning your name in an interview saying how pretty you were.

You were the same, with smaller fame of course. You along with half of the other population who enjoyed marvel movies and dorky characters, you fell in love with the curly haired British boy. Finding him extremely talented and a heartthrob of course, you quickly dreamt about working with him but laughed about it never coming true.

Now he was in front of you. His chin red from where your head collided with it and he only stares at you in response.

The awkward silence quickly filled as the two of you tried and laugh off the interaction.

“Tom—“

“(Y/n)—“ you both say your names at the same time. Him going in for a handshake and you going in for an awkward hug. The two of you stop and laugh it off before deciding a simple handshake was the way to go. You had never wanted to quit your entire career more than now.

“Oh! Perfect!” Finally as the tension was cut the director walked into the room. Two people followed behind and you took a deep breath already nervous for the new film and exactly what Toms role was. As far as you read, the main female character, who you were to be playing, had to be in lingerie a few times in front of the main male character. There were also sex scenes, plenty of kiss scenes and sexual tension. You were fit for the character but you were not fit for Tom. All your fantasies about him were just fantasies.

“I see the two of you have already met. But If not, (y/n) meet Tom, Tom meet (y/n) you two will be working together for the next few months as I’m sure you are aware of your roles. (Y/n) will be playing the lover and spy where Tom you will be playing the businessman. I’m sure we already know our positions…” the director starts and you swallow hard.

Tom doesn’t know if you’re looking or not to see the pink shade coming to his cheeks and making him hot. You were just an actress, he thought, an actress who just had to play the role. He was an actor as well, he reminds himself. A very good one for the fact so he didn't want to mess this up all because of one silly crush.

“We want to put you two in a house together.” The director claps his hands together making you nearly spit out the coffee you had in front of you. Tom's head snaps to look at you as you cough a bit trying to digest the words.

“You want us to live together?” Tom speaks for you it seems.

“We only want to see your chemistry! The fans, the academy, loves chemistry! Trust me, people will love the movie but they will not care if they see just two other actors acting to be in love. Not really caring you know? We want to see you guys build a bond, passion, some sort of love even if you lie to us about it to make it believable. Run through your lines, skinny dip with each other for all we care we just want to see passion!” You feel like his words are turning into a dream as he speaks. You feel your heart pounding at his words and try your hardest to keep your calm.

“And where will we be going?” You finally find the strength to speak. If it was anyone else you would not care, reminding yourself you are a good actress and have acted like you wanted to fuck a man you hate. But this was a man you actually wanted to fuck, a man you actually wanted real passion with.

“We rented you two a flat in spain,” he mentions, right, where you’ll be shooting, you think. “It’s only three days and if you want more we will give you more if you don’t we will let you free. Every expense is paid for, go to dinner, have wine, everything will be on the film. This is both of your chances at big awards this year. This is for you and for us.” You could almost feel Toms body heat as he was just as nervous as you, you didn’t know why though. He was the heartthrob, he was the actor that was wanted left and right, this was your big chance at a movie that can skyrocket your career.

The next hour feels torturous as all you could think about was what this house looked like for the two of you. Did it have two rooms? Two bathrooms? Why did your head hit his chin? Is there a bump? What if he hates you? What if he’s secretly seeing someone and just doesn’t want to announce it? All thoughts ran through your head as you had to make this your best acting gig yet. Except the most acting might be pretending not to love Tom the way you do.

Three days. That’s all it was. You would spend three days in whatever this house looked like and all you would have to do is pretend to get to know Tom. All while trying not to expose how much you truly like him.

There were rumors he had a crush on you, of course you saw the interview and noticed how he liked your pictures but you also knew his co-stars from Spider-Man so your thoughts were friendly.

Taking an Uber to the destination, you pull up to this beautiful Italian cottage. Gorgeous stone walls and large driveway, If there was one emotion to be real about this entire thing, it would be that you were spoiled with this house.

You were already nervous as people started to catch on through social media, his fans seeming to know his constant move now quickly knowing yours.

‘Stars (y/n) (y/l/n) and Tom Holland possibly take on a new film with one another: here’s what we know’

‘Why is Tom in Italy?’ ‘Is (y/n) in Italy?’ ‘Rumor is they are filming together soon’

Your heart rushed with comments you had read. Maybe this wasn’t for you, maybe you should stay with doing small movies where you were a side character or something simple. Keep the small amount of followers you had compared to Toms 40 million.

As you go up to knock on the door wondering if he’s already beat you to the place, the door opens and reveals the sight of Tom.

Another Yelp escapes your lips as you jump at Tom opening the door so quickly.

“If we’re living together I think you should hold off on scaring me.” You take a deep breath. His hair was wet, he was fresh out of a shower.

“Sorry darling! They told me your flight landed at 2:00 and well...it’s 2:00 so you aren’t supposed to be here until like 3:00.” He claims and you take a deep breath. Three days, you remind yourself, don’t mess it up.

“Oh…” you swallow.

“Not that I didn’t want to see you! It’s nice to see you again, you look really nice!” He says as you wear the sweats and the sweatshirt from the airport. “Let me help you with those.” He grabs your bags for you and you smile letting him take it. He leans in just close enough for you to smell the aftershave he put on, his muscles flex as he grabs your bags making this all the harder for you.

The night was young, fans already knew, this was your shot at making it big, Tom's shot of winning an Oscar, you two needed to work together. Pushing aside the worried one sided emotion and be able to make a movie that blows people away

“Have you ever done anything like this before?” You asked as you walked into the kitchen. It was now late, you were starving, you and Tom already getting to know each other but it was strange.

“No, I mean the most I’ve done for a chemistry read is take the person out to dinner.” He laughs a little and then runs a hand through his hair. “Speaking of dinner...should we grab something or make something. Unless you had plans of your own then that’s totally fine—“ he starts to ramble and you laugh.

“I cannot cook, so unless you can I prefer to pick something up.” You cut him off to make sure he doesn’t go on and on.

“Have you ever pizza from Italy before?” He asks and you lean against the counter.

“I’ve never been in Italy before.” You shrugged and he grew a smirk. He turns on his heels as if he already has an idea.

“Then I know a place.” He walks out of the room to grab his phone.

You feel your heart pounding as you check your phone. You made a mistake by opening your Twitter, 10k new followers, 50k mentions and plenty more all regarding Tom. You only hoped he wasn’t the type to use Twitter as it was flooded with people wanting you guys to be together.

Your mind swarms with the thought of your character again. Soon you’d have to stand in front of your celebrity crush, half naked, trying to seduce him. It was going to be more awkward if you guys were friends.

“Are you coming?” He calls out and you quickly shove your phone in your back pocket before grabbing your purse to go.

Three days and you feel like you’re already going to snap.

It was a lovely little place he brought you to. You didn’t know If he’d come to Italy often but he clearly knew a decent way around the city. The two of you sat in the corner of a dimly lit Italian restaurant, sharing pizza and feeling more comfortable with each other as the night went on. He was just another person, you thought, nothing to worry about.

“We didn’t order any wine.” You stop the server as he pours both you and Tom a glass. Tom already drunk off of the beer he had and you only enjoying his presence.

“Ah it’s on the house, such a lovely couple in such a lovely city! You two should have fun!” The server winks. You almost protest to stop him telling him that you and Tom were nearly just coworkers stuck in a house for three days.

But rather Tom thanks the server and takes the glass. Your heart pounding as you pick up the glass as well, the boys eyes already red from how much he’s had already and you can tell you have to take him home.

“You know I was nervous to be working with you.” He took a sip before setting it down. “When I saw you I was like ‘shit this is happening’ and freaked out.” He admitted and you try to hold back the butterflies in your stomach.

“You freaked out for working with me?” You swallowed and he nodded.

“Well look at you, you’re gorgeous! Anyone would be lucky to work with you, as your lover as well.” He falls back into the booth and stares at the décor on the ceiling.

“So you read all the scenes?” You ask and he nodded.

“Of course i did! I only improve when I feel like it.” He shrugs, taking another sip.

“You said you’re method too.” You remember from one interview you watched years ago. Your voice was more of a whisper, more to yourself but he grows a soft smirk as he turns his head to face you.

“So you watched my interviews.” He says feeling cocky. You roll your eyes taking another sip of wine yourself to hopefully drown out the embarrassment you just gave yourself.

“As if I don’t see you being the first to like my posts, Holland.” You avoid eye contact and rather look around the room but Tom only focuses on you.

When you catch his eyes they’re sober, this whole time he was telling stories in a drunken state and now he looks at you with glossy soft eyes as if he wants to hear more.

“So you see me liking your posts?” He teases and you finally look at him.

“I see everyone liking my posts. Why do you follow me?” You challenge and he holds back a smirk.

“You’re friends with Z, why do you follow me?” He asks back and you feel yourself straighten.

“Z is friends with a lot of people, I don’t see you following all of them?” You argue and he falls back into the booth again with a soft chuckle.

“So not only do you follow me but you stalk me?” He teases and you groan.

“Not what I meant.” You see how much wine you have left, not a lot as your nerves filled you and the wine didn’t calm you. “You liked a fan edit of us a year ago. We’ve never met until a few days ago.” You rest your head on your hand that props itself up against the table. That’s what makes him lose his game, he turns a light shade of red before quickly straightening himself up.

“You’re talented, why don’t we see more of you?” He asks about your roles.

“You’re about to see everything in a few days.” You mumble and he chokes on his wine.

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*Beth removes her robe in front of Jack, slowly stalking towards him wearing the tight black lingerie* *she crawls on top of his sleepy figure and points a gun*

It was embarrassing that such a scene turned him on after finding out who it was with. After finding out it was you, he read over every single sex scene, strip scene, makeout scene to make sure everything was real.

“Oh relax.” You hold back a smile. “You’re the Method actor, remember?” You tease. He leans forward, he’s not sure how he’s gotten so confident but he takes your glass and drinks from it before setting it down.

“Yeah, I am. We should rehearse some things, get more comfortable.” He suggests and you look at him up and down. His lips slightly stained reddish pink from the wine, his skin damp from how hot the room was, and he looked at you as if no one else was in the room.

“And where should we start?” You swallow, you can’t get shy now. You’ve dreamt about this moment and now it’s happening.

“Well, if we’re starting with their meeting, I think it would go something like this.” He leans in and places a soft kiss on your neck. You’re frozen as his lips are soft and warm, he pulls back and realizes what he’s done. His thoughts of you, his crush on you, the warm alcohol that ran through his blood all while being in Italy got the best of him.

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done—“ he started and you leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to kiss lips. His eyes go wide softly as if he was a school boy getting his first kiss.

“More wine?” The waiter comes back and Tom snaps out of it for a split second.

“We’ll take the check.”

Your hands tangled in with his messy hair, his shirt already off as he was warm from the summer heat Italy provided. His lips trail down from your lips to your neck as he plays with the strings of the summer dress you wore.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” His words mumbled into your chest as he lets the shoulders of your dress fall.

“Why? You want to admit you have a crush on me now?” you teased and when he looks up his eyes are darker. The sweet chocolate puppy dog eyes before now darkened as his lips were swollen and his face was hot. His hands rest at your hips with a tight grip as he wants more.

“You admitted to stalking my interviews and who i follow so i should be asking you that question.” he teased and you rolled your eyes. Your Only respond by pushing his head back into your chest where he planted soft kisses trailing down.

“So soft,” he takes off the bra you wore. Hes thought about this moment but would never admit it. Hes thought about how soft your skin is and how you looked under his touch with his head in between your legs—

“Do something tom.” you groan as he is on his knees for you. Your dress bunched at your waist, all exposed for him as he takes off the black lace underwear you wore under the dress.

“All for me?” he asks and your head hits the back of the wall, your hands go to his hair and he kisses gently at your thigh. “Say something, darling.” darling, you think about the way he says that word. The simple nickname that made you melt. Darling, that was going to be the death of you.

“Y-yes!” you find the words. “I-I don’t think this is apart of the script though.” You still try and be playful and just below your eyes you can see he has a playful and cocky smirk.

“This,” his thumb rubs at your clit as he looks up. His lips cherry red and his smirk is full view to you as he sees your eyes flutter shut as your head was thrown back. “This is where I improve.” he replaces his thumb with his tongue as he pumps his middle finger in and out of you. Your hands grip his hair as you moan his name, his name that you thought of so many times before this in your dreams.

Your knees go weak as his one hand pins your hips against the wall and his other fingers thrusted in and out of you while his tongue works at your clit.

“Tommy!” The nickname slipped, you didn’t mean it but you imagined it sometimes long before you met him and just had a crush.

“Huh darling? Like that? Want to cum?” His words horse and his accent thicker. “That’s right...” he almost laughs as he can see how much you’re whimpering. “Cum for me.”

You fall under his touch with soft moans leaving your lips. The wave of euphoria washes over you and you struggle to open back up your eyes and come back to reality.

He comes back up to face you, this time you have a thin layer of sweat over your forehead and your chest rises as you catch your breath. You take Tom's fingers and take them into your mouth. Acting as if it were him in your mouth you work your tongue around his finger before taking them out with a pop.

His eyes stare and he almost winces at how hard he is. How hard you've made him.

“This is going to be the best damn movie i've ever filmed.” he nearly whispers as you bite down on your lip before pulling him back into your lips.

This was going to be the best six months of your life.

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