#like Tom holland said if you have a problem w me text me if you don’t have my number you don’t know me well enough to have a problem!

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i feel like after drexit so much of dteamblr just became so protective of dream (which is its own whole thing) that they literally cannot comprehend that dream and his friends are real people who experience nuanced, un-straightforward lives and relationships. like, even if karl was purposely avoiding public interaction with him, that doesnt mean that they dont ever interact privately. and on the quackity thing, dream has made it pretty clear that he wants to repair things between them, so karl's continued interaction with q could act as a bridge between them. or, maybe karl himself is trying to mend his own relationship with q in some way, we dont know. also, why tf would karl continue doing a podcast with sapnap and george, the biggest dream supporters on the planet, if the two of them had beef⁉️ oh wait, i forgot, these people dont know how to think critically about the internet or relationships they are not a part of. n e ways peace and love on planet earth 🫶🏻🫶🏻

river ur my favourite forever have I ever told u that <3

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Impossibilities.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this one, bit different of a topic to deal with. I have read a lot of stories of these things happening, I have put warnings in and if the topic is too much please don’t read. I will accept constructive critiscm. (I understand that what happens throughout this writing is not a reality for some but it is a work of fiction and I absolutely hold no intent to offend anyone.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, talks of infertility, language.

W/C: 5K... there may be typos.

You were almost in shock as you stared at the test in your hand. Impossible. There was no way that this was true, it couldn’t be, you’d been told as much. You furrowed your brows as you looked up at the doctor.

“This isn’t, this can’t be right.” You stumbled out.

“It is, we’ve tested you almost every way possible. You’re pregnant.” He confirmed and you still couldn’t work out how it made you feel.

You’d never considered this as an option, you were told when you turned sixteen that you couldn’t have children, that you were infertile. You struggled with bad periods and when you went to the doctors they ran full tests on you and that’s how you found out. You’d never thought about children, why would you have? The idea of being a mother wasn’t something you ever considered and now you were faced with it, well you didn’t know how to feel.

You were terrified, you’d come here today because you thought you were ill, not pregnant. You wondered if you were dreaming, you were so sure you’d turned your alarm off and rolled out of bed this morning for this appointment. It must have been a dream, there was no way this was possible.

The doctor continued to look and you and you looked up at him, you couldn’t speak, you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t even know how you should feel, let alone what to say about it. “Would you like us to call Mr Holland?” The doctor asked, he’d grown concerned over your quiet demeanor.

“No,” you shook your head. “He’s away.” You continued quietly.

“Would you like me to call someone for you?” He asked again and you shook your head.

“No, I’m okay. I just, I don’t know. I’d never considered this a possibility. Will it make it? The baby I mean?” You asked quietly and the doctor gave you a small smile.

“You stand the same chance as every other woman who falls pregnant.” He offered, it was almost a comfort to you, the worry setting in that you’d miscarry because you genuinely believed the universe didn’t pick you to have children. You nodded slightly as you stood. “You should talk to your husband.” He added.

“I will.” You confirmed, you just didn’t know how and when. You’d told him about your infertility early on in the relationship so you could save a broken heart down the line, save him getting his hopes high as the relationship progressed. He’d mentioned the idea of adoption, but it was something you both wanted to wait for and hadn’t fully decided if you were going to, what if this hindered the plans you’d made together?

Being a married couple who seemingly couldn’t have children, you’d planned your lives to work a little differently. It never involved a family in your mid-twenties. You’d been with him for three years, married six months and now you were about to become parents. Where would this leave you?

You suddenly felt guilty, you were part of an extraordinarily rare group of women. Shouldn’t you be jumping for joy? Maybe you would be if you weren’t so shocked. You hadn’t exactly been trying, of course you’d gone three years having unprotected sex with no birth control but there was never any need. You were never doing it for the purpose of procreating. You didn’t even track your period, that’s how much you believed you couldn’t conceive.

You made your way out of the doctors, sitting in your car as you pressed your forehead against the steering wheel. You debated telling Tom your appointment was over but ultimately decided not to. He was only an hour ahead of you from where he was filming, you knew he’d be waiting for your text or call but you weren’t ready to have the conversation, you still had a lot to process first. The drive home was almost a blur, making your way back to your shared house.

Tess greeted you, jumping up at you as you mindlessly stroked her head, making your way into the kitchen, she was hot on your heels, your greeting towards her wasn’t what she wanted, it felt off. It was like she always sensed when you were out of sorts or having a bad day, she’d follow you around, make sure you were okay. Pouring yourself a glass of water you thought about what you should do.

Your thoughts spiraled more the more you thought about how you were going to tell your husband. You wanted to feel complete and utter joy, but you couldn’t, so many emotions running through your mind at once. It was almost head ache inducing. Your phone buzzed on the side, bringing you from your thoughts as you picked it up, opening a message Tom had sent you.

Tom: You finished yet? Seems like a long appointment. You okay? I’m getting worried not hearing from you xx

You stared at the text, how do you respond? You can’t tell him news like this over a text or a phone call, it didn’t seem right. You needed to tell him in person, but he wasn’t due back for a month, you swallowed thickly as typed out your response.

You: Yeah, sorry, I forgot to message, got distracted. I’m okay xx

You read his reply, he was happy you were okay, a light scalding about scaring him like that. You needed to see him, but you couldn’t ask him to come home, he’d only worry more, and he was filming, his schedule was tight. You sighed as you pulled up Harry’s contact, it didn’t take him long to answer.

“Y/N? Hey.” Harry said, his usual chirpy self.

“Hey Harry. Can you send me the details of where you’re staying? Want to surprise Tom.” You said as normal as you could muster.

“You missing him already? He’s only been gone a week.” Harry teased with a short laugh.

“Yeah, I just want to see him.” You confirmed, tone dropping slightly.

“You okay?” Harry asked worriedly, he knew you were always up for a laugh, but you’d not taken the bait, so he knew something was off.

“Yeah, like I say I just miss him.” You sighed, hoping Harry wouldn’t press further. “Just don’t tell him I’m coming, yeah?”

Harry promised he wouldn’t ruin the surprise, giving you the location of the hotel they were stopping in. You put the phone down and booked your flight, the next one wasn’t until tomorrow and you needed to talk to someone about this, you also needed to find cover for your shifts. You killed two birds with one stone as you called your best friend, asking her to come over if she could.

“Y/N? What’s up? You okay?” She asked as she made her way into your home. She knew something was off when Tess didn’t greet her like she usually would. The dog only looking at her to make sure she wasn’t a threat before placing her head back in your lap.

“I don’t know.” You answered honestly, you felt tears brim your eyes, the emotional confusion was becoming too much for you. She sat next you, carefully as not to disturb the dog in your lap, who huffed, leaning her head onto you more. She became almost jealous when anyone else tried to comfort you, Tom found it endearing and infuriating at times.

“Have you had a fight with Tom?” She asked carefully, the pups ears pricking up at the mention of her owner. You shook your head in response. “You just missing him a lot?” She pried, trying to get to the bottom of your problem.

“No more than usual.” You answered as you slightly scratched Tess’s head.

“Help me out here Y/N/N, what’s wrong?” She asked and you looked at her, she noticed the tears in your eyes and furrowed her brows. “Y/N/N?” She asked softly and you let the tears fall, you couldn’t help it. Tess standing on your lap as she nudged at your face. She assumed you were missing Tom, she was always so attentive and tried to cheer you up when you cried.

“I’m pregnant.” You said through your tears, pulling Tess into a hug as she placed her head on your shoulder. Your friend looking at you, shocked expression on her face.

“Are you, are you sure?” She asked carefully. Of course she knew about your supposed infertility.

“The doctor said so. I don’t know. I didn’t think it was possible. I know I should probably be happy but it’s so much to take in. I didn’t know this was possible.” You got out. Your friend waited for you to calm down, watching as you cuddled Tessa, the dog licking your cheek every now and again until you calmed down.

“Sorry,” you said as you sniffled, eventually calming down. Your friend smiling at you, in a comforting way. “I just, I don’t know how this is supposed to make me feel.” You said, Tess now peacefully back in your lap.

“I don’t think there’s a hand book for this sort of thing.” Your friend said. “Look, you’re just confused. The impossible has just become possible for you, of course you’re not gonna know how it makes you feel. You told Tom yet?” She asked.

“No, I don’t know what to say. I don’t even know if it’s something he wants right now.” You said, tears welling your eyes. “How do I tell him?”

“I think you should just come out with it. Just say it. He loves you, I’m sure he won’t leave you. This is a good thing.” She reassured as she placed a hand on your shoulder. “A really good thing. Just tell him. I’ll cover your shifts this week, just go and tell him.” She said with a smile.

“You really think he’ll be okay with it? That we’ll be okay?” Being pregnant was already scaring the living hell out of you and the thought of doing it alone? You couldn’t think too much about it right now.

“I know he loves you and I know that the two of you are solid. You guys can work through anything. I think he’ll be over the moon. You’ve been given a chance that not many people in your position do, I know that means you’re scared but you don’t have to be, you’ll be okay. Just let the excitement in.” She said and you took in her words.

Maybe you did need to relax, this was a good thing. You didn’t feel ready to have a child, but you were given a gift that not many other women in your position are. You should be excited, you thought about it for a while, letting the excitement flood you. This felt like a miracle, an absolute gift from the universe.

**

After a relatively short flight you were met with your brother-in-law’s arms, as he picked you up from the airport.

“I could’ve gotten a taxi.” You smiled and Harry shrugged.

“Toms on a closed set, spoilers and all that. Didn’t have anything better to do.” He teased as he nudged your shoulder and you smiled. “Right, out with it.” He said after your lack of usual response.

“What?” You asked, furrowed brows.

“Something’s off. What’s wrong?” He asked, concern written all over him as he opened the passenger door for you, making his way to the driver’s side.

“I just want to see him.” You shrugged, bringing a hand up to play with your bottom lip.

“I appreciate that, I do. But, you had a doctor’s appointment yesterday and all of sudden you’re rushing to see him.” He observed, he cared for you just like he would his own sister.

“How’d you know about that?” You asked and Harry gave you a knowing look, of course Tom will have spent the last few days worrying about it. “Can I tell you when I’ve told Tom?” You asked quietly.

“Wait, are you sick? Like actually ill?” He asked as he pulled into the drive of the hotel. He turned the ignition off and looked at you. “Y/N/N, are you okay?” He asked again and you couldn’t help as you burst into your second fit of tears in two days. He placed a hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pry I’m just worried.” He furrowed his brows, when you didn’t respond he sighed as he pulled you into a hug.

“I don’t know what to do.” You said vaguely.

“About what?” He asked as he hugged you tighter, it was awkward positioning, but you felt slightly better.

“Harry I need to tell Tom something and I don’t know how he’ll react.” You sobbed, something about being in the hotel grounds had your nerves shooting through you, you weren’t far off Tom right now.

“Hey, whatever it is it’ll be okay.” He said as he rubbed your back, you silently calmed yourself and he pulled you back to look at him. “Come on, let’s get you to your husband.” He said as you both exited the car.

The walk through the hotel didn’t feel long enough, your nerves felt like they were eating away at your heart, making your breathing more difficult as you tried to calm them. Harry was quiet as he led you through the halls. When he stopped outside the door you knew was Tom’s hotel room, you felt panic rise, you couldn’t do this.

“Harry, I can’t.” You said as you stopped him opening the door. He whipped to look at you.

“Y/N/N, when has there ever been a point in your relationship where you haven’t been able to talk about something?” He reassured and you sighed.

“This is different.” You said and Harry smiled sadly.

“It’s nothing you guys can’t handle. You’re a strong couple you know.” He reassured as he grasped your hand in his. You’d always been close to Tom’s family, they became like your own brother’s. “Come on.” He said as he opened the door with the second key, Tom had his back to the door.

“Harry? Where’d you go?” He asked, knowing it was his younger sibling.

“Went to pick up a present for you.” Harry smiled and Tom turned with furrowed brows.

“Wh- Y/N/N?” Tom let out a breath of surprise. Seeing him after almost eight days apart still brought that feeling of excitement in you as your feet moved before you could stop them. Running to him as he opened his arms, ready to catch you. Your body collided with his as he picked you up, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he buried his head in the crook of your neck.

You inhaled his scent, letting it calm your nerves, it always did. His scent and being in his arms, grounded you, kept you sane. It wasn’t long before the panic set in, what if he wouldn’t be there to ground you anymore? What if he didn’t want this? It was hard, you knew everything about him apart from his want or lack of when it came to children. You didn’t know how he was gonna react.

“I’m just gonna.” You heard Harry excuse himself as he heard your sobs start again. Tom stiffened slightly, holding you tighter.

“What’s wrong? Hey, it’s only been eight days, we’ve done more.” He said as he lightly shrugged his shoulder, forcing you to look at him. He took in your face, how tired you looked, it wasn’t until he settled on your eyes that he saw the fear in them, he didn’t miss a single detail when it came to you. “What’s happened?” He asked and you shook your head before stuffing your face back into his neck.

He held you, let you cry, he knew you’d talk but he wouldn’t push you. As worried as he was he’d wait for you to calm down, wait until you were ready. You stayed like that for a good five minutes before he heard your breathing calm and sniffles quieten, running a hand through your hair and running a hand up and down your thigh in comfort.

“Tom?” You whimpered and his heart shattered, he couldn’t decipher what the fuck was going on and it scared the shit out of him. You’d seen him and cried your eyes out, your sobs shaking your body in a way that had Tom’s heart hammering in his chest.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked, voice soft as he kissed your temple. “What happened?” His grip tightened when you tried to get down, your body had still clung to him like he’d disappear. Hands relaxed as you let go of the tight grip on his t shirt. He didn’t want to let you go.

“Can I get down please? You might want to sit for this.” You said and Tom furrowed his brows as he did as you asked. He studied you for a moment before you gestured for him to sit on the edge of the bed, wiping at your sore nose. You’d rubbed it so much after all your crying that it felt a little tender. He sat and you sat next to him, taking his hands in your shaking ones as you played with his fingers, he knew you did that when you were nervous or extremely relaxed and he deciphered the reason easily.

“Hey,” he said as he let you continue playing with his digits. “You can talk to me, sweetheart you’re scaring me here.” Tom said, voice incredibly soft, he was scared if he talked any louder you’d break, he’d never seen you so vulnerable.

You breathed in, you had to say it, he’d find out eventually, it wasn’t exactly something you could hide. On top of that you and Tom didn’t do secrets, not between each other. You let out a shaky breath as you looked at your husband, nothing but worry and care reflecting in his eyes.

“I,” you started, voice hoarse from all your crying. “I don’t know how to say it.” You admitted and Tom’s heart dropped, he’d never in your entire relationship seen you so vulnerable, never seen you at such a loss for words.

“Just say it. Rip the bandage of?” He offered in aid, and he heard you take in a deep breath before speaking.

“I’m pregnant.” You breathed out in a whisper. Tom didn’t catch it as he pulled one of his hands from your grasp, eyebrows furrowing as you pulled it back into your grasp. You were grounding yourself, using his hands as a way to keep your emotions in check. He knew that which is why he left his hand he’d previously tried to free.

“Sorry darling, I didn’t catch that.” Tom said as he placed his chin on your head. You played with his wedding ring on his finger for a moment, twirling it on his finger, it wasn’t as mindlessly as you usually did it, before you spoke again, it was still quiet, but Tom didn’t miss it. The words echoing around the silent hotel room. Of all the things he expected to be wrong, this was not it.

“What? How?” Tom got out, shock taking over his system. He didn’t think this was possible, didn’t think you could.

“I’m sorry.” You said, voice quiet, no tears but Tom would be surprised if you had any left. You placed your head on his chest as you waited for his response. You were nervous, incredibly so and Tom was shocked.

It was your fingers playing with his more harshly as you grew more nervous of his silence that brought him crashing back to Earth. His heart hammering in his chest, excitement bubbling through his system. He felt like he’d just been told he was King of the world, felt like every good piece of news had come back to him all at once. This was a miracle.

“Say it again.” Tom said with a smile on his lips, he needed to hear you say it again, just so he knew it was true.

“I’m pregnant Tom.” You said and he couldn’t help himself as he let a tear fall, his chest filling with a happiness he hadn’t felt since you’d said, ‘I do,’ and he was sure this was even happier than then. You’d done something you were told was impossible. “Are you angry?” You asked, voice small as you grasped a hand around his wedding finger.

“Angry? Princess this is the best news in the world. We’ve been given a chance, one most couples don’t.”

You looked up at him and studied his face, it was full of nothing but joy and adoration, you smiled sadly as you let the excitement settle in your chest. You didn’t have to do this alone, he wanted this. You both did.

“I’m scared.” You voiced your concern.

“You’ve got me, and I’ve got you.” He said reassuring as he kissed at your cheeks. “We can do this. Together, like everything else.” He said again and you let go of his fingers as you hugged him, strong hands finding your back as he pulled you tight against him

**

A month later and Tom had quit the role, the director and his agent understanding, he needed to be here for this, he couldn’t and wouldn’t miss it. He didn’t care if it gave him a bad name, you and your baby came first, always. Luckily everyone understood, well everyone involved in making the film. You still needed to tell your families, your mum and dad had cried at the news, your dad unbelievably so. Your sister was nothing but ecstatic for you, it was not time to tell Tom’s family, Harry had been worried after your exchange when he picked you up, but he stopped pushing when Tom reassured him you were okay.

“What? I thought?” Harry started as he looked at the couple in shock, of course Tom had told him that you were unable to have children. He’d told all of his family to stop the questions about them cropping up.

“So did we.” You said with a smile, nothing but excitement was left now, all your fears and concerns leaving your system.

“Are they certain?” Sam asked, he was just as shocked as Harry.

“Yeah.” Tom said, you’d been to a couple of doctors to confirm the news, the two of you both lived for a solid week thinking you were dreaming and almost needed it confirming as many times as was possible.

“I’m so happy for you.” Harry said with a wide smile, engulfing you in a hug, squeezing you tight.

“Have you told mum and dad?” Sam asked, smile matching his twin’s.

“Not yet.”

“Mum’s gonna cry.” Harry smiled.

**

“What?” Dom asked, like everyone else, nothing but shock evident.

“Oh Tom,” his mother said as she hugged him, smile on her face as she cried tears of happiness. “This is a miracle.” She said and Tom smiled as he hugged his mother back.

“I thought it wasn’t possible.” Dom was still in disbelief.

“So did I.” You said and Dom pulled you into a hug.

“I couldn’t be more happy for you.” He said into your ear.

His parents understood this was different for you, Tom had made the choice where you’d not had one. As harsh as it sounds Tom could have called it quits in the early stages of your relationship when you’d told him. Whereas for you, you’d lived your life thinking it didn’t matter who you married you’d never have the choice and here you were. Nikki was the next to pull you into her chest.

“I’m so unbelievably happy for you, you have no idea how happy I am for you right now.” She cried into your shoulder, and you smiled, Tom mouthing a slight ‘sorry’ over her shoulder before his dad pulled him into a hug.

**

It wasn’t until your three month scan that things got incredibly emotional, when the nurse had placed the gel on your stomach to listen for a heartbeat. You all heard two and the only person who didn’t catch on was you, you assumed it was your own heartbeat. Tom cried when he heard them, cried so incredibly hard and you assumed it was because he’d heard his child’s heartbeat for the first time and it was, but it wasn’t only that.

“I knew twins ran in the family but Jesus fucking christ.” Tom muttered as he sniffled, and you looked at him confused.

“What?”

“Darling, there’s two heart beats.” Tom said as he looked at you, how had you not caught on. You looked to the nurse for help.

“Mrs Holland, you’re having twins.” She smiled and you almost screamed in joy. How had you gotten so lucky? You couldn’t help as you pulled your husband into your arms, he let out a slight breath as you pulled him to your chest and cried into his hair.

**

Neither you nor Tom cared the gender of your child, male or female, you were ecstatic. The baby reveal was incredible, it brought tears to everyone’s eyes as they watched the two of you with your little confetti canons.

“Okay, darling. On three?” He asked, nerves kicking in for the both of you. He whispered out the numbers and on three you both set your canons off. Blue confetti showered everything in its path, they were both boys. You heard as Harry and Paddy practically roared in excitement, Sam clapping his older brother on the shoulder with a ‘congrats.’

Tom picked you up and cried into your chest, you were both over the moon. You ran your hands through his hair as you kissed the top of his head, you’d never seen him as emotional in the last few months, he cried at everything do to do with your pregnancy.

“We’re gonna have nephews!” You heard Paddy scream as he fist bumped Harry, the two had been adamant they were both boys. You smiled at their excitement.

**

The labour was long and hard, you felt like you couldn’t carry on through the last four hours. Both boys being born, half an hour apart, you both cried, Tom cutting the umbilical cords with shaky hands.

“I’m so proud of you.” Tom said as he kissed your temple, you were sweaty and in your opinion probably looked like shit, not to Tom though. You looked like an absolute angel.

“I never thought I’d have this.” You said in a small and tired voice, a wave of emotions hitting you.

“I know sweetheart.” Tom said, he knew there really was nothing else to say, no ‘if’, ‘buts’ or ‘maybes.’ What had happened for the two of you was an absolute miracle, a chance not many were given.

“I love you.” You said as a tear slipped, and Tom was quick to wipe it away as he moved the sweaty mess of hair from your forehead.

“I love you to, more than anything.” He said as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Tom, I’m all sweaty.” You groaned as you tried to calm your onslaught of emotions and he laughed.

“How do you think these guys were made, we had to get a little sweaty then didn’t we?” Tom teased and you lifted a tired hand to slap his shoulder. He laughed as he pulled away to hold your hand.

“Thank you.” You said as you played with his fingers, particularly the wedding ring that rested on his finger. Although this time, it wasn’t out of nerves, you were content, happy, in pure bliss.

“What for?” He asked, the gratitude confused him.

“For staying with me, sticking by me.” You said as you closed your eyes slightly, you were so tired, a long labour having caught up with you.

“I told you when I asked you to marry me, I’m never going anywhere, no matter what. Get some rest darling.” He said but it fell on deaf ears, your breathing evening out as you looked the most content and happy he’d ever seen you in his life, sleep consuming you. Your hand didn’t leave his, your two healthy boys were currently sleeping next to your bed. As Tom looked around the room at his family that was much bigger than he’d anticipated at the start of the year he counted his blessings that whoever was up there had given you a chance.

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I'm so excited to read everything for Summer of Love ✨ could i request prompt 37 + 53 with Tom? Maybe friends to lovers 👀

YES I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THE VEGAS REQUEST I AM SO EXCITED

Okay no more screaming but I seriously hope you like it! This is one of my favorite prompts so I was super excited to get to do it ���🥰 Anyways, thanks for sending it in, feedback, as always, is appreciated and encouraged. Love you so so much xx

Drive Thru Wedding

37 - Getting drunk and getting married in Vegas

53 - "We are not platonic, and my feelings are never going to be platonic."

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (friends to lovers)

Warnings: light angst

Summary: You had a drive thru wedding with your best friend

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Tom sat up, groaning and rubbing his eyes as light streamed into the hotel room. The room slowly came into focus and he spotted (y/n) passed out on his bed. He knit his brow and padded towards the window, pulling the blinds closed to try and dull his throbbing head. He made his way to the bathroom, wincing as he turned on the light. He splashed water on his face before realizing he was still in the same clothes he’d put on the night before. With a heavy sigh he returned to the bedroom and peaked at his phone. Calls and texts from his family and Harrison, nothing unusual outside of the fact that it was nearly noon.

“Shit,” he swore, glancing back over at (y/n), “Darling wake up,” he set a hand on her back, shaking her lightly.

She groaned, “Go away.”

“It’s nearly noon, come on, time to get up,” he chuckled.

“Fuck you,” she swore back at him before rolling onto her back, “I feel awful.”

“Yeah, me too,” he sighed, “I barely remember last night.”

“Me either. I hope I didn’t do anything embarrassing…”

“I’m sure you didn’t,” he assured, “We should go get some water, and eat.”

“Good call, but I need to shower first,” she yawned as she finally sat up, “Mind if I use your shower?”

“No, no of course not, I’m just gonna call Haz.”

“Cool, I’ll be quick,” she promised.

“Take your time,” he waved her off as he punched in his friend's number.

“Ah, he lives,” Harrison teased as he picked up the phone, “How’s (y/n)?”

“Showering, we’re both a bit fucked,” he frowned, “You aren’t in the suite are you?”

“No, we got breakfast and now we’re heading for the mob museum. We were going to wake you guys up but it seemed like you needed the sleep. You want to come meet us here?”

“Maybe, we’ve got to go eat first though,” he sighed, “Dude, what happened last night?”

“We all got really trashed, you and (y/n) were taking shots and you two took the driver and disappeared. We were all too trashed to even notice you were missing until we left though, but you guys were passed out when we got back to the hotel, so we figured you must have just headed back,” he chuckled, “Don’t remember a thing huh?’

“Hardly, I mean I remember being at the club for a while, but I don’t remember leaving…”

“Does she remember anything?”

“No, I don’t think she remembers anymore than I do.”

“That’s good, at least if you, you know, confessed something, she doesn’t remember.”

Tom blushed, “Yeah, that’s a plus…”

It was obvious to Harrison that something was wrong, “What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Tom sighed, “I’ve just got this feeling something happened, I just can’t remember what.”

“Hey, I’m sure if you did anything too bad it’d be in the news by now. You probably just threw up or fell or something.”

“Probably, I just hope no one got it on video.”

“I’m sure they didn’t, look I gotta go, our Uber’s here, but let me know if you end up heading our way.”

“Yeah, no problem, I’ll get back to you in a bit.”

Tom rubbed his eyes and dug around his suitcase for some fresh clothes, after finding them he headed across the suite to use a different bathroom. He desperately wanted to clean up and figure out exactly what had occurred the night before. She still looked exhausted when they reunited outside of his room, he was sure he didn’t look any better.

“Everyone went out already huh?”

Tom nodded, “Yeah, they’re at the mob museum right now. They said we can meet up with them if we want, I figure we can see how we feel after we eat.”

“Good idea,” she rubbed her stomach with a sigh, “Do you think a mimose would help or hinder me right now.”

He smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, “Definitely hinder. I think both of us should be on an alcohol detox today.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” she sighed, “Alright, a boring, virgin breakfast it is.”

“Oh you poor thing,” he laughed as they stepped onto the elevator, “It’s just tragic.”

They both opted for something easy on the stomach, simple eggs and fruits, regretting that they didn’t bring sunglasses down from the hotel room. They were both certain they couldn’t make it through a day on the strip, the lights and noise were bound to be too much, which ruled out the possibility of going to meet their friends. Tom still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, it was an unreachable itch in the back of his mind.

“What do you remember from last night?”

“Uh, being at the club, doing some shots,” she tapped her chin, “I don’t know Tom, not much, it’s all kind of blurry really.”

“Same here. I just wonder where we were…”

“I’m sure we just came back here,” she yawned, “I mean you’re pretty high profile, if we were out doing anything crazy I’m sure we would have heard about it by now.”

“Yeah, probably…”

“Mr. Holland?” the waiter approached their table with a smile, “I have something for you from the front desk.”

“Oh, thanks,” he frowned at the manilla envelope placed in front of him, “Uh, who’s this from?”

“Your diver returned it this morning.”

“Thanks,” he repeated as he tore into the envelope, suddenly going wide eyed at its contents, “What the…”

(y/n) frowned and scooted towards him, “I wanna see.”

Before them laid a series of photos of them, clearly taken the night before at the Little White Chapel. (y/n) held a bouquet and Tom held her, his lips pressed to her cheek in one photo and her lips in the next.

“Holy shit,” (y/n)’s jaw nearly hit the floor, “No fucking way…”

“We must have been there for someone else,” Tom tried to explain.

“With a bouquet? Kissing?” (y/n) frowned at him, “Oh my god we eloped in Vegas!”

“Guess you can mark that one off your bucket list,” Tom tried to joke.

“Tom!” she flushed, “This is serious! We need to go somewhere right away and get this annulled!”

“Look even if we did do it, it doesn’t mean it was legally binding, I mean we were drunk, they probably just let us take some pictures to entertain us.”

“God I hope so,” she groaned, “We need to go down there now, get this sorted out right away.”

“I’ll call a driver,” Tom assured, “We’ll sort this out.”

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(y/n) drummed her finger along her arm nervously while the elder lady at the chapel typed away at her computer, checking if anything had been registered under either of their names.

“Oh, yep, here it is,” she smiled to them, “Looks like we did hold a wedding for you two last night.”

“Like a real, legal one?” (y/n) pressed.

She nodded, “Yep, you two are married.”

“W-Well you have to delete it,” she demanded.

“Oh hunny, I can’t do that,” she apologized, “You’ll have to go to the county court to apply for an annulment.”

She groaned and Tom smiled at the lady as he ushered her towards the door, “Thanks for all your help, have a nice day.”

“You’re welcome!” she called after them cheerfully.

“This sucks,” (y/n) pinched her brow as they returned to the car, “I guess we’re going to the county court then.”

“We’ll get this sorted out,” Tom blushed, “I just hope we can stay friends after the divorce.”

She laughed while he gave instructions to the driver, “Depends how big my alimony checks are.”

“Why are you the one that gets alimony checks? What about me huh?”

“Because there’s no way I make more money than you movie star,” she poked his chest, “I’m taking Tessa too.”

“Oh now you’re taking it way too far,” he shook his head, “You can take the kids, and the houses, and the money, but no way you’re taking Tessa.”

“Dick,” she shook her head, “After everything we’ve been through, I can’t even keep the dog?”

“Absolutely not,” he laughed, “That’s my baby, I’ll go to war over her.”

“You used to talk that way about me,” (y/n) rolled her eyes, “See this is exactly why we’re getting this divorce.”

“Maybe we should have tried counseling,” he hummed, “You know I don’t think it would be so bad.”

“A divorce?”

“No, if we were married,” he flushed, “I mean just cause we’re like best friends and everything…”

“Yeah but you don’t marry your best friend,” she laughed, “You marry the love of your life.”

“I know, I know, I’m just saying, you know,” he wrung his hands nervously, embarrassed he’d said anything at all.

“What? That’d we’d be a super hot celebrity power couple? Because that’s totally true,” she smiled, “We’d be the best dressed at every premier.”

“Yeah, we’d be a good power couple…”

“I’m sure you and your eventual wife will also be a power couple,” she squeezed his arm with a big smile, “Well, second wife.”

He nodded and pursed his lips, “Can you believe we kissed?”

She laughed, “Oh yeah, lucky you.”

He was upset he couldn’t remember their first, and possibly only kiss, he always imagined it would be more special. “It’s just weird not remembering any of it.”

“I just don’t even know where we got the idea,” she sighed, “I wonder if we drove by it or something…”

“I don’t know, maybe we just talked about it.”

“Maybe, like we got all drunk and got up in our feels.”

“Probably.”

“Tom, what's wrong?” she frowned at him.

“Nothing, I’m just hungover,” he insisted.

“Alright, well we can go lay down again after we sort this out.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

They were quiet the rest of the drive, with Tom growing more and more anxious as they approached the courthouse. It wasn’t that he wanted to be married, but he wanted some kind of relationship. He wanted to confess that he liked the idea of kissing her and being married to her and all of that, he just couldn’t seem to spit it out.

“Hi,” (y/n) smiled at the woman at the front desk, “This is kind of embarrassing but we got really drunk last night and ended up getting married, we just needed to file for an annulment.”

“Happens all the time,” she nodded, “Just fill this out and we’ll call you back to get this sorted out.”

“Thanks,” she took a clipboard and sat down beside Tom, “Time to start dividing assets.”

“Yeah, sounds good,” Tom took the board from her and began scribbling information down.

“Oh come on, I’m not that bad of a wife.”

“Ah, what’s got you in a sour mood Tommy?”

“Nothing,” he insisted, “I’m just trying to get this over with.”

“(y/n).”

“Fine, fine, I’ll just sit here,” she sighed, “Guess we aren’t getting divorce ice cream after this huh?”

Tom said nothing.

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Tom continued to be quiet as they signed papers and drove back to the hotel, all (y/n) could get with her were one word responses. She wasn’t sure what had changed and made him so upset. She was worried he’d gotten a message from his managers or something.

“Tom come on, you can tell me what’s going on,” she begged, “I know you're upset.”

“It’s nothing okay? I keep telling you I’m fine.”

“But you aren’t, I know you aren’t, and I’m just trying to help, you know you can tell me anything.”

He pinched his nose, “I can’t tell you about this.”

“Of course you can,” she set her hand on his back with a frown, “You can tell me anything.”

“I don’t know, today was just stressful.”

“I’m sure no one saw anything, somebody would have contacted you already.”

“Not about that,” he sighed.

“Okay, what about then?”

“What if I didn’t want to get the annulment?”

She wrinkled her brow in confusion, “Why wouldn’t you?”

“Because it’s you,” he blushed.

“You want us to have some kind of platonic marriage?” she laughed.

Without a word he cupped her face, pressing his lips to hers for a bruising kiss, “We are not platonic, and my feelings are never going to be platonic.”

Her whole face flushed and her jaw hung open in shock, “You’re into me?”

“I’m completely crazy about you,” he nodded.

“S-So you want to marry me?”

“No, no,” he shook his head, “Not right now at least. But I don’t want to throw away any chance of us being together.”

“Tom annulling our drunk Vegas wedding isn’t the same as throwing away any chance of us being together,” she bit her cheek, “I mean I think it’s pretty obvious that I’m into you.”

His cheeks flushed bright red, “Really?”

She nodded, “Obviously dummy, I don’t think I would have married you if I didn’t.”

He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, “So it would be cool if I wanted to take you on a date?”

“Very cool,” she nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck, “But maybe this time we can wait a little longer for the proposal.”

“Yeah well a Vegas drive thru was never exactly my dream wedding anyway,” he squeezed her waist and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “Maybe we should go somewhere without alcohol though, just to be safe.”

“Considering my head’s still throbbing, I actually think I’m good on drinking for the rest of the year,” she got on her tiptoes, giving Tom another quick kiss.

“Speaking of which, how would you like to come take a hangover nap with me, girlfriend.”

“Sounds like a lovely use of our time, boyfriend.”

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[belovedholland]

Can you please write a part 2 to Fuck me, where it's the next day on set, the reader and Tom wants to hang out on set and talk, but something always comes up, so they don't talk, and then they finally do🙏🙏

I love this idea, hope you like it

Fuck me [2]

》 summary: The only thing you want is to talk to Tom, but somehow everything gets in your way, but in the end you finally get some time with him

pairing: Tom x actress!reader

warning: Implied sex

w/c: 2.2k

a/n: This was my first request so I hope it turned out good, personally I love this one

navigation | part 1

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So many crazy things has happened so close to eachother, it all started with getting into acting, then you got on a movie as one of the head roles along side Tom Holland, your celebrity crush. One thing is working with him, but you had some very intimate scenes, as in very intimate, and now...

"Can't even tell you how long I have wanted to do that." Tom says as he pulls away from your making out session. It should be you saying those words, you have wanted -and thought about- kissing him, and not just a kiss for a movie, no you wanted to kiss him for real. And now you are.

"Reading my mind I see." You both giggle before he pulls you in once again. "Tom," you try pulling away, but he won't let you. "Tom, it's really late."

"I don't care." He keeps kissing you, all over your face making you chuckle.

"Tom, we have to be up early."

"Well I don't wanna leave." He finally pulls away.

"If we are gonna be on the low, then it would be quite weird if you slept in my trailer, not to mention, Haz is probably searching for you."

"Fine, but before I leave, I have to ask."

"And what's your question?"

"Do you wanna be my girlfriend?" You just pull him in for another kiss to answer his question. "I take that as a yes."

"See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, babe." Tom calling you babe made you freeze, how could this even be real life? He leaves your trailer after giving you a last good bye/good night kiss, but you just stand there froozen like before. It all feels so unreal to you.

You get ready for bed, but when you then try to sleep, you can't, your mind keeps going back to Tom. Thinking about what had happened today, as well as realizing, his hard from before was caused by you and not the scene. And that now running through your mind, makes it even harder to sleep.

So you take your phone in hand, finding Tom in your contacts, you deside to text him, but first change his name.

You: I can't sleep

Boyfriend <3: I thought you said we should get sleep, and see you now, texting me

You: Haha. Your still awake?

Boyfriend <3: Obviously cuz I'm texting you

Boyfriend <3: Couldn't sleep either, you won't leave my mind

You: And you won't leave mine, I still can't believe you're my boyfriend, I'm so happy

Boyfriend <3: No way near as happy as me

You: 🥺

Boyfriend <3: I love talking to you, but you were right before, we need sleep

You: Yeah, goodnight 😙

Boyfriend <3: Goodnight darling 😚

And after that, you have no problem about sleeping.

--♡--

"Wake up, you sleepyhead." Someone says while shaking your body awake. You groan, opening your eyes but the light is shining bright, bliding you, making you hug the pillow over your head.

"Get up." The voice becomes clearer, and it's the voice you definetly didn't think would be up now.

"Why are you even up now y/bsf/n? You are never up this early." You asked sitting up in your bed slowly.

"Wanting to prove you wrong." As she sees your confused face she explains. "Yesterday you said "don't come late", cuz I'm always late and sleep over, so I wanted to prove you wrong, prove I could wake up."

"Oh." You mentally thank yourself for not letting Tom sleep over. It's not that you don't want to tell her, you want to tell her about yesterday so bad, but you and Tom promised to keep it on the low at first. Yes, she will definitely be pissed that you didn't tell her earlier, but she'll get over it.

She walks out from your room, letting you get dressed. You get dressed just in some comfy clothes knowing you would have to change when getting to set anyways. As you are about to walk out to y/bsf/n you hear a bling from your phone, so you check it, and it's from the person, that always can make you happy.

Boyfriend <3: Goodmorning beautiful x

You smile at his text, he is really so cute, even before last night, even before getting together, he could always make you happy, just admiring him being him made you happy, how he respects people makes you happy, everything about him makes you happy. You still can't believe yesterday really happened, you can call him yours. You can call Tom Holland your boyfriend.

You stare at the text for a good amount of time before replying.

You: Goodmorning to you too handsome x

You don't even have the opportunity to close your phone before he has replied.

Boyfriend <3: Can't wait to see my gorgeous girlfriend 😍

But before you can come up with a text to send back, the door opens, turning your head to y/bsf/n, and going out to get breakfast with her, at a cafee close to set.

As you walk on set, you look around for Tom, trying not to be too obvious, but you see him nowhere. You and y/bf/n talk a bit with your other co-stars - still seeing no Tom tho - then the director about a couple of scene, and how you will make them.

As you begin to shoot some scenes, you can't help but still think or look out for Tom. And with him being on your mind the whole time, you can't seem to quite concentrate on your work. Wether it would be messing up lines, forgetting to move, or not changing your facial expresion.

All your thoughts were on Tom.

As you finish one of your scenes, you look around for him once again. And there he is, finally, talking to Harrison about something.

You go down from the set to talk to him, as you do, he looks around and catch your eye. The nerves in your body getting bigger, as he makes his way as well.

"Hey Y/n!" You stop in your actions as the crew calls for you from behind the camera. "Could we get your thought on this?" So you change your direction from Tom to the crew.

Watching back on the scene you just shot, it looks great, not necessary to take it once again. Which you are quite happy about, as you have already taken it around five times.

You turn back to Tom, making your way towards him, but again the chance of talking is ruined by the crew, now being Tom's time to film.

You watch from behind, seeing Tom, your boyfriend - which still is a shock - preform his scene. Both before and after doing the scene, he looks straight at you, smiling.

As with your scene before, it seems like he can't concentrate, like his mind is on a whole different planet, and his eyes keep meeting yours. Is he thinking about you, the way you thought about him?

"Action!" They start the scene over, but when Tom has to say his line, he doesn't. He just stands there.

His head turning in one fast motion, his eyes landing on yours as the first thing, not even searching for you first. After a second ot two, looking over to the crew.

"I'm sorry, I have no idea what happened." They nodd asuring it was fine. "My mind was just somewhere else." You would swear on anything, that he glanced at you as he said the last sentence.

"It's fine, let's just take it again."

--♡--

He finish the scene quickly after that, then rewatching and talking about it, as you stand to the side talking to y/bsf/n.

"He's coming." You turn around at her words, seeing Tom walking toward you once again.

Everything in you, hoping it won't be cut of for some reason. Hoping you can just talk.

But of course not. You are about to talk, when your stylist then calls for you, wanting to get you ready for the next scene.

You knew going into a relationship as two actors, would be hard with all the filming, traveling and the media. You knew going into this relationship would mean times where you couldn't get to talk or see each other. But never had you thought, that you wouldn't be able to speak with the other only half a day of being together.

You give him a quick look saying sorry, as you walk away with y/bsf/n. Y/bsf/n clearly sees you, when you turn your head back, giving Tom a sweet smile, him returing it.

"God, you two are flirting for real." You just lightly laugh at her.

--♡--

After the outfit change, and fixing your make up, you started on another scene. It was only a short reshoot from a scene a couple days earlier, as the directors had notices a small mistake, that needed to be fixed.

"Why don't you just go talk to her?" Harrison asks Tom, who is watching you act with love eyes.

"That's what I've been trying to do this whole day, but something always gets in the way." Tom says annoyed of the situation. He just wants to talk to you. Not about anything specifc, just talk, and see you.

"Well if I'm correct, neither of you have anything to do for about," Harrison looks at his watch. "An hour, after she is done with this one scene. There you can talk." Tom's eyes lit up with happiness.

"Really? An hour?"

"Yeah."

Y/bsf/n points at you with a death glare, as she walks up to you.

"Imma do this scene, and you talk to Tom, do you understand me?" Y/bsf/n threatens you, but you can't help but laugh.

"I'm gonna talk to him, don't even worry." You say still laughing a little.

"I seriously mean it, you two have chemistry, so why don't you do something about it?" You feel gilty for not telling her everything, but she is gonna know eventually.

"Yeah yeah, but you need to go." So she does, as well as telling you once more to talk to Tom.

"You haven't told her, have you?" You jump a little as you hear Tom's voice approaching you from behind.

"Nope, but she'll be fine."

The challenge of getting to talk like before was long gone after your scene finished. You had a whole hour of nothing, so you could talk as much as you wanted to, but it seemed to be a little too much, and at some bad times. Like running around like five year old while yelling at each other.

You and Tom are exhausted from everything, and it hadn't even been half an hour. So you choose to sit down, and just watch y/bsf/n act.

It's quiet, but then Tom turns to you and makes a joke, that made you laugh hysterically. The whole cast turns their head in your deriction, that makes you an Tom shut up.

"You two," one of the producers begins as he approaches you, "you are done for today, you can both go home." You make eye contact with Tom, and see he is just as confused as you.

"But we still have more scenes to shoot." You say, as you remember back to the scenes you and Tom ran over yesterday in your trailer.

"Yeah, but you two can't concentrate, so go home, and we will see you tomorrow." He explains. You know you were being a little loud, but were you really that loud?

You find Tom's eyes once again, as he then answer. "Oh sorry, uhm, we'll see you tomorrow then."

You both make you way out like that.

"What do you wanna do now?" You aks him.

"Wanna go back to my trailer?"

--♡--

Tom lays down on his back you stting on top of him a hand on each side of his face.

"I'm scared someone is gonna yell cut, and it's just another scene for the movie, or even worse that it's all a dream."

He caresses your cheek.

"It's neither a scene or dream, it does feel like a dream tho. But I'm right here, so come and kiss me." He pulls you down by your neck so your lips crash on his, and you start to make out even harder, feeling him getting harder and harder underneath you.

"You sure you want to do this?" He asks in a sweet innocent voice, but you can't help the thoughts that are far from innocent.

"Yes, you?" You answer seeing his eyes shine.

"More than anything."

"Well then," you start before moving closer to his ear. "Fuck me."

One moment you are sitting on top of him, the next feeling his strong arms and hands tighten, now pressed against the bed, his lip smashed on yours.

"My pleasure," he smirks at you. "Or I guess it'll be your pleasure too." You share a good laugh, before finding each others mouths again.

[lu-morningstar]

Jealous - Shawn Mendes

request: hey can i get a jealous shawn imagine? we argue and then it’s fluff no smut please

a/n: i have been writing this since it was requested, featuring Tom Holland :)

pairing: Shawn Mendes x female!reader

word count: 1933

warnings: angst with happy ending, mentions of mental health (implied depression and anxiety)

Feedback, comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated <3

You and Shawn met when you were chosen to feature in one of the remixes of his song Stitches, he was a rising singer on the Billboard charts, and you were Nick's young promising actress and singer; both of you wanted to make a career out of what you loved. That was almost 5 years ago, a period in which the two of you collaborated on a song for your second album, attended each other concerts, and more moments that, after being friends for a couple of years, ultimately led to a romantic relationship blossoming between the two of you. After a few months, it became public to the world, and everyone decided they had something to say and/or wanted to get a piece of their relationship.

Things calmed down until you were cast in Cherry, an indie movie by the Russo Brothers, meaning you had to leave LA for almost 3 months to film in Cleveland with Tom Holland. He was the main actor in the movie, and you were the supporting actress that played a significant role in his character's life. Since several of your scenes with Tom were filmed outdoors or in a semi-public location, sometimes gossip sites would take photos of the both of you and leak them to the public, having a field day by making you look like the villain of the story. It wouldn't bother you so much if they weren't taking a toll on your relationship; Shawn started to ignore your texts, cut your calls short, and ultimately, canceled his quick trip to Cleveland. Yes, he was busy with the making of his album, but he was also feeling jealous from out-of-context pictures and made-up stories from the tabloids. 

"...I just don't think we should talk about this through the phone, Shawn." You murmured to avoid dragging more attention to yourself, you were running late to the makeup trailer, but you didn't want to end the call yet; you were hoping he would finally drop the subject. 

"Then how are we going to, y/n? I can't leave LA and you can't leave Cleveland." even though he couldn't see you, you shook your head as you heard the sound of an acoustic guitar in the background, meaning he was in a writing session. 

“You can, you just didn’t want to-" 

"I can’t Y/N, I really can’t. I’m way behind on some songs and-"

"You said that the same last time, Shawn. And honestly, you are the one being unreasonable here. There's nothing more than friendship between Tom and me." you recalled him. He was silent, making the distorted voices and guitar sounds louder in your ear; you still caught some of his breathing through the device, though. "Alright, I don't have time Shawn. I'm already late to work, call me later." you ended the call as you arrived at hair and makeup, ready to become someone else to forget your current problems with your boyfriend. 

It was way past midnight; you were in your trailer, already done with a bad day of shooting, and in the comfort of your bed when he called again. The conversation was okay until he brought back the whole unfunded jealousy thing, then you reprimand him for going out with his friends when he said he was too busy with work, and it just escalated quickly from there. You ended the call, having enough of his false accusations and lack of trust. How blind was he to not see you were hurting? And that he was partially causing it. 

It was the last conversation before he stopped answering your calls or texts. 

After almost 6 hours of flying, you arrived at LAX airport past noon; your assistant and bodyguard were waiting for you due to a mob of people waiting for you. You took some pictures and made small talk with them before saying goodbye and getting into your car, a Range Rover that would take you to Shawn's condo. You didn't appreciate the view on your way there, too tired and emotionally drained from the movie scenes you filmed; to say this film was a challenge was an understatement.

Once you got home, you dismissed your assistant and telling her to notify your driver that you were leaving in 40 minutes.

"You took a breath as you lean back on the couch, the place was clean and tidy, with some vanilla scent in the air, it was the work of the cleaning service and not Shawn, who was clearly too busy to clean his place or pick you up from the airport. You knew that after that call it would take a lot of time to move to a better situation. 

After a quick shower, a change of clothes, and a stop at a fast-food chain to get a bite, you arrived at the studio where Shawn was recording. Luckily, you didn't disrupt any song recording, but you did interrupt what Shawn was telling his sound producer to do with a snippet of the song he was currently working on. You apologized to him and everyone in the room for interrupting their creative moment.

"Why don't we take 10, guys," Shawn said, taking in your presence in his space. Their coworkers, including Teddy, said their hellos on the way out, leaving Shawn and you alone in the room. "What are you doing here?" he asked you before sitting on the couch, far away from the console, and you.

"What do you mean with what I'm doing here, Shawn? I leave for 3 months, let you know that I'm arriving today and you can't even tell me you are not picking me from the airport."

"I'm busy, y/n," he said raising his voice, spreading and moving his arms around to signal the place. "I can't just cancel studio sessions for you," you looked down, pouting to his harsh response, playing with the sleeves of the hoodie you decided to wear; it was his. "not when the album needs to be done next month." he ran his fingers through his hair and tugged on some strands as he leaned back. "I'm under a lot of pressure."

"Oh, and you think I'm not? The Russos told me we might have to reshot in 3 months. You think I wanna feel or look like this again?" your voice broke, tears inundated your eyes, you blinked to don't let them free fall.

You accepted the role of Emily knowing that she was a character with diverse feelings and changes in her life, perhaps not like Tom's character, but still complex in her own way. What you didn't know was that interpreting her would be very emotionally exhausting, to the point of losing yourself for a moment and confusing her life with yours. You knew that Tom was going through the same thing, even worse some days, that's why his brother was there during production. You just wished Shawn could have been there too for you, but he was too busy in LA. That's why you were hanging out most of the time with him, talking about how challenging it was to interpret these characters was what helped both of you to don't let yourselves get lost in them. The Spiderman on-set anecdotes were great too to distract you from shooting until midnight or really early in the morning.

"Babe, I didn't know you-" he got up from the sofa, getting close to where you were standing, almost in the same place since you arrived.

"I told you how I felt," You interrupt him, your bottom lip jutting out and your voice breaking again, but this time the tears do fall on your cheeks, making a river that ends on your neck. "and you know what you told me? 'I'm writing with Ed Sheeran tomorrow'." You both said the last line together, with almost the same deception tone in your voices.

He took a couple of strands and engulfed you in a hug. You have always found his arms comforting, but this time it felt like they were trapping you and cutting your air supply. You broke the contact, inhaling all the air you didn't know you were missing as you wiped the tears from your face. You noticed how his eyes were glossy and his cheeks were redder.

"I'm sorry," he looked at your eyes and wiped a tear from your left cheek. "I'm so sorry, y/n" He kissed your temple and held your face with one of his hands before hugging you again; it was warm and comforting again. 

After that, the both of you sat down on the couch of the living room; it was neutral territory, a good place to start talking about the jealousy Shawn had towards your friendship with Tom and your resentment towards Shawn. It took some weeks and more conversations to sort things out but it happened; Shawn and you were going stronger than ever. You also decided to take some therapy sessions, to talk about the events of your relationship and the blurred line between you and Emily. It helped you to interpret her again for a scene the Russos wanted to incorporate in the film. 

After doing press almost non-stop for the past 2 weeks with Tom and the directors, the night finally arrived. The movie would be out for all the world to watch it. No nerves at all, right? 

"Nervous?" Shawn asked as the limo took a turn, the place of the event was getting closer and closer. 

"Yeah, but the good kind." 

"It means you care, love." he took your right hand with his left one, giving it a tight squeeze before pressing a kiss on it.

You arrived at the premiere hosted by Apple+, a man opened the door seat, Shawn went out first and gave you his hand to help you out of the car. People were shouting, and some flashes of the photographers' cameras blinded you for a second as you walked the red carpet with Shawn, your left arm interlocked with his right one. The flashes made the fabric of your grey Givenchy suit shine more, a pair of matching heels, minimal jewelry, and natural glowy makeup completed the look for tonight.  'She's glowing, like a goddess' he thought, as he held you from your waist now. 

Pictures were taken but when the photographers, realized that one of your rings, the one on your left ring finger, reflected more lights than the others they went crazy. The shouts got louder, asking for more poses and pictures, the both of you smiled, indulging them. After more pics and interviews on the carpet, everyone went inside the theater to watch the movie.

The next day was plage with pictures and articles about the movie, and about the engagement reveal at the premiere. Pictures of you looking at Shawn while your left hand was in his pec, showing the ring he gave you a couple of weeks ago, in the privacy and comfort of your new shared house. And of him looking at you when you were staring at the cameras. And his personal favorite, the one with his brown gaze on your y/e/c-colored eyes, making the both of you smile wider. 

‘Y/N Y/L/N & Shawn Mendes engaged!’

‘Shawn Mendes officially off the market! The Canadian star is now engaged to Cherry’s actress Y/N Y/L/N’ 

‘Y/N Y/L/N shows off engagement ring on movie premiere’ 

'Cherry’s actress Y/N Y/L/N talks engagement and movie struggles' 

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[jeyramarie]

Mr. & Mrs. Holland- (Mob! Tom Holland x Mob! Reader) part 5

summary: they can finally feel safe. hopefully this time, it lasts longer..

warning: cursing, angst, fluff, guns, shooting 

w/c: 3,218

a/n: i really hope you guys like this one, i tried my best. it was a bit challenging but i think i did it😂. anyway, happy reading everyone 🦋

prologue~ part 1~ part 2~ part 3~ part 4~ 

“That was your hubby, princess.” Adam said hanging up the phone as he watched Y/n be dragged back to the chair. 

“You know what he said? He said that he was gonna give me anything I wanted.” he said his men tied her up again making her wince as the restraints got tighter. 

“He’s looking for the chip as we speak… your little plan didn’t work, sweetie.” he whispered with a devilish smile leaning over her. She looked up at him and spit on his face making him growl and throw a punch at her nose. The hit made her head fly back abruptly making her cough immediately. He got angry and grabbed her jaw, making Y/n look at him in pain. 

“Don’t mess with me, baby girl or I might keep you here.” he growled, burying his nails onto her skin, leaving a moon shape mark on her face. Adam turned around and made his way to the door as Y/n, again, tried to get out of the restraints. 

“Fuck you!” she shouted as he walked out leaving her in an agonizing silence. 

Tom was going crazy, waiting for all the information to be transferred from one thing to another. It had a lot of more things than what he had expected. So many details he had missed but didn’t really have time to look through. His wife was in serious danger, the last thing he wants to do is waste his time. 

“Is it done, Haz?” he asked, walking back and forth from the kitchen to the living room over and over again as he drank a bit of whiskey. 

“Not yet, just a bit longer.” 

“How much longer? I can’t wait too much Harrison. He has my wife, God knows what he’s doing to her.” 

“I know that but you have to cooperate too. We can’t control how fast this goes.” Harrison said as he sat down next to William who was still looking at the computer. Tom took a deep breath and walked to the kitchen trying to find some kind of distraction. 

After an hour, the files were finally transferred to Tom’s computer leaving the chip empty. William stood up and handed it to his boss giving him a triumphed smile. 

“Thanks.” he mumbled, taking it from him, quickly grabbing his phone to call Adam. He picked it up immediately making Tom think that maybe he was waiting for his call.

“Do you have it, Tommy?” 

“I do. Where do you wanna meet?” 

“I’ll send you the pin.” and with that he hung up, not giving Tom a chance to say anything. He looked at the boys who were waiting for him to say something. 

“He’s gonna send me the location.” 

Things over at Adam’s weren’t exactly calm. As soon as he hung up with Tom, he marched into the room where Y/n was being held. One of his men walked towards listening to his directions to move her out. After a few whispers and finger pointing, Adam walked out and his men walked towards Y/n making her nervous. 

“We’ll be taking a trip, princess.” the man growled looking at her body up and down with a disgusting smirk on his face. He pulled her up and dragged her outside where she finally saw sunlight. Y/n squinted her eyes and immediately started feeling dizzy, black and white dots clouding her vision. 

“Get in.” the man said pushing her towards the car that was parked outside the house. She slowly got in to see another huge man already sitting there. Y/n sat in the middle, with her hands still tied and her mouth covered in duct tape. All she wanted was Tom. She didn’t know where she was going or what Adam was gonna do to her which made her anxious and imagined every possible bad scenario in her head. She pictured every possible way she could or couldn't escape. Which led to her imagining every injury she’d end up with if she tried. Out of nowhere, a bag was placed on her head making her mumble against the duct tape. ‘They don’t want me to see where we’re going.’ she thought as she slowly stopped moving head around. 

Tom on the other hand was pacing back and forth. He walked outside, around the pool where he imagined Y/n swimming in, he went back inside, took a drink, looked outside, pictured Y/n again. He was going completely insane waiting for the pin location of where his wife was at. Harrison was talking a bit to him, trying to distract him when, finally, he received a text. 

‘Get here or I drown her.’ *pinned location* 

Harrison read it and ran outside to get the car as Tom looked for his hidden guns around the house. He was rummaging through the hidden spot when his phone dinged again. It was Adam. 

‘Remember, come alone pretty boy.’ it read making Tom sigh on the spot. 

“Ready boss?” William asked, walking inside with a duffel bag filled with guns. Tom scratched his eyebrow and looked up at him as he walked to the door. 

“He wants me to go alone.” 

“But boss-“

“But nothing. He has my wife. I’m going alone.” and with that yanked the duffel bag out of William’s hand and walked to the car. Tom drove away quickly not giving William time to go after him. Harrison walked out with two duffel bags becoming confused as he saw his friend looking outside at an empty driveway. 

“Where’s Tom?”

“He left. Adam wanted him to go alone.” he muttered walking back inside running his hand through his hair. 

Tom’s drive was pretty long, filled with anxiety and stressed. Adam just wanted his company back and he just wanted his wife back. The only problem was that neither of them really knew how far they were willing to go to get it. As he drove into the port’s warehouse, he saw his wife, standing next to the car with a bag on her head, her hands tied. One of Adam’s men had a gun to her head, making sure she wouldn't run away. Tom stopped the car and got out immediately walking around it. 

“Where is it?” Adam shouted from the other side of the room making Tom stick his hand in his suit jacket and pulled out the chip, holding it up to show him. He then nods his head towards Y/n signalling his men to pull off the bag shower her with scared eyes and duct taped mouth. She saw her husband and immediately wanted to run to him which caused Adam to grab her arm tightly, pulling her back to him. 

“Not so fast. How do I know everything is in there?” 

“Why the fuck would I risk my wife’s life? Just please, give her to me.” Adam stayed quiet, thinking about whether he can trust Tom or not. He sniffled and turned his head to one of his men. 

“Lewis, go get it.” he stated watching his men as he walked towards the mob boss, yanking the chip off his hand. 

“Got it boss!” the man shouted as he turned around and made his way to Adam. He yanked Y/n’s arm again and pulled her hands towards him, quickly taking out his knife and cutting the ropes from her wrists. She rubbed them trying to relieve the pain as Adam took off duct tape. 

“Go.” he growled and pushed her shoulder towards her husband. Y/n her wrapped her arms around herself feeling scared of what can happen. She started walking fast, then when she was half way through she started jogging which resulted in a run. Tom took a few steps forward, opening his arms to receive his wife. Their bodies finally crashed together, wrapping their arms around each other. 

“Oh my god, baby. Finally.” he cried into her neck taking in her scent. Y/n just cried and cried feelin an immense level of safety when she felt Tom again. 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did he hurt you?” he asked, grabbing her face and inspecting her whole body. All she did was cry making him pull her to his chest and kiss her forehead. 

“You’re safe, darling. I’m here.” Tom turned them around and sat her in the car. Suddenly, a shot rang equoing all over the room making Y/n shout. He ducked and looked at his wife. 

“Stay down, alright?” she quickly nodded feeling scared all over again. He closed the door and rounded the car to seek cover. Y/n was hiding when she saw the duffle bag quickly opening it to find rifles and subfusiles. She quickly grabbed one and lowered the window pointing the gun at Adam and his men. She wanted to shoot the wheels of the cars so they wouldn't be able to get away. As she prepared to start shooting, a car came swirling inside revealing Harrison and William. They got out along with 5 other men who were actually Tom’s employees. The men started shooting at Adam’s side quickly, not giving them enough time to take cover. Which resulted in a few dead bodies hitting the group. William and Harrison quickly ran back and got down next to their boss.

“What the fuck are you guys doing here?” 

“We found the location, thought you’d be needing backup.” William said and turned to shoot over the hood of the car. Y/n hooked up the gun inside the car and lowered the window a bit, quickly pointing the gun at the wheels. The perfect moment came around as Tom, Harrison and William were shooting at Adam and his men. She shot her gun and heard the ‘tsss’ of the air leaving the wheel making the car lean to one way. Y/n shot 4 more times, deflating the rest of the wheels. 

“Baby?” she heard from behind her and turned to meet Tom who was smirking.

“Did you just do that?” he chuckled, making her smile and nod.

“Keep doing that.” When he closed the door again a wave of bullets hit their cars, breaking every window. 

“Tom!” she shouted making sure he was okay.

“I’m okay, baby!” 

“We have to get closer!” Harrison shouted over the gun shots that were being thrown across the room. 

“I have an idea!” Y/n shouted, making the three men look up at her. 

Adam was shooting crazily at the other side, definitely not caring who got hit or not. He just kept shouting at his men to kill Y/n and Tom. They shot for a bit, realizing that Tom’s side stopped shooting too. Of course, Adam being Adam he thought he had won. 

“You tired Tommy? You’re giving up?” he shouted as he stood up looking at the other side of the room along with his men that started walking over there to check what was going on. He started laughing, feeling the victory course through his veins when he felt a cold metal on his head. 

“Put the fucking gun down.” Y/n said strongly as she pressed the barrel of her gun hardest against him. He turned around slowly with both his hands up while nodding and extended his hand with the gun so William would grab it. 

“You sure you know how to use that big boy gun?” he asked jokingly, making her clench her jaw. 

“You want me to shoot you and find out?” his smile quickly disappeared being replaced with a fearful expression. 

“Call off your dogs.” Tom said, pointing his gun at one of Adam’s men that was standing behind him on the other side of the car also pointing a gun at him. 

“And why would I do that?”

“We have you surrounded, Adam. Call them off.” Harrison said pointing his gun at another man that was close by. He stayed silent, looking around at everyone. His face fell, looking at the ground as he held his hand up and closed it into a fist. That signalled his men to put down every weapon they had in hand placing them on the ground. Tom’s men went closer to them and made them kneel on the ground with hands behind their heads. 

“Call the police.” Y/n said looking into Adam’s eyes, still pointing the hun at his head. 

“What? Babe, why would we-“ 

“Call them!” she shouted angrily interrupting her husband who turned to Harrison signaling him to start calling. 

“Tie them up.” she muttered and surprisingly every one of her employees heard and made their way towards her. They tied them up with their hands behind them and covered their mouth with duct tape. 

“The police are on their way.” Harrison said to Y/n making her nod a bit. 

“Baby, we have to go.” Tom said softly not wanting her to snap at him for no reason. 

“I was thinking about shooting you.. but instead I want you to die a slow and painful death. Alone. Trapped in four walls, not being able to get out. I want you to feel like everything was ripped away from you…” she said to Adam and with that she lowered the gun, quickly turning around as she wiped off a tear running down her cheek. She walked to Tom who had his arm out, wrapping it around her shoulders. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and kept it there for a while. 

“Let’s go home.” he said and opened the car door for him to climb inside. Harrison started to drive being followed by the other car filled with the rest of Tom’s employees who came to help. Y/n had her head on Tom’s shoulder and he rubbed her arm softly, bringing her a feeling of comfort. She fell asleep on the way there making Tom carry her all the way to their bedroom. He covered her with the blanket and kissed her forehead. Then moved to sit down on a couch that was in the room, in case she woke up. He didn’t want her to feel alone and he wanted to monitor her sleep. In case she had nightmares or something. 

He was in the middle of reading a book he found when someone knocked softly on the door. Tom looked up, putting the book down quickly, walking to Y/n for a bit. To see if she was breathing and calm. He walked towards the door and opened it to see William. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Harrison wanted to talk to you. Something about the shipments coming in.” William said in a low voice, to not wake up Y/n. 

“I can’t right now. Tell him to handle it.” he nodded and turned around going back downstairs as Tom closed the door. He turned and saw that Y/n was starting to stir away. Stretching her body as she felt the soft satin sheets under her skin. Finally, not feeling any ache or fear as she opened her eyes to see her husband making her smile. 

“Hello, love.” he whispered, kneeling on her side of the bed as she laid on her sauce to look at him. 

“Hi.” she whispered back with a small smile. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked, running his fingers through her hair. 

“I’m still a bit tired… but also dirty. I wanna take a shower or a bath.” she muttered as her eyes fluttered. 

“I can get it ready for you..”

“Will you get in with me?” she whispered, making him smile and nod. 

“Of course, honey.” he whispered back, standing up and going to the bathroom to run the warm water. Tom moved to the bathroom and ran the water, putting some bath salts and bubbles. He lit some candles of her favorite scent and walked back into the bedroom to see his wife sitting up against the headboard looking out the window at the backyard. 

“Darling. It’s all done.” he said softly and walked to her, putting his arm under her knees to carry her. Tom sat her down on the toilet and started taking off her clothes to reveal all the bruises she had. He stayed quiet not wanting to make her feel bad. 

“I know they’re bad… but I don’t wanna t-talk about it right now.” Y/n whispered clutching the left side of her abdomen that gave her pain every time she tried to sit up straight. 

“It’s okay, darling. Just tell me whenever you’re ready, okay? No pressure.” she nodded and stood up slowly, with his help, getting into the bathtub. She stayed there hugging her legs for a few while Tom took off his clothes. When the water moved abruptly, she knew her husband was getting in behind her. His legs appeared next to her signaling her that it was finally okay to lean back onto his chest. 

He wrapped his arms around her making her let out a breath of relief. Feeling safe after spending some days being tortured. The bathroom spelt like flower fields, giving her vivid memories of their wedding day. 

“Do you want me to help you wash your hair?” Tom whispered, making her smile.

“Please.” she muttered and slowly sat up again departing from Tom’s chest. He sat up grabbing the shampoo bottle from behind him, putting a reasonable amount on his palm. He carefully started spreading it around her head, then moved to detached the shower head to pour some water on her. Tom scrubbed her scalp which made her moan in delight. Finally getting the comfort she had sought for days. He continued for a few more minutes and rinsed it out, then moved to the conditioner to repeat the whole process again. 

“Thank you for doing this.” she muttered hugging her knees tighter, pulling them closer to her chest. 

“You don’t have to thank me, love.” he whispered and leaned forward to give her a small kiss on her shoulder. Tom finished distributing the conditioner he leaned to the side and grabbed her wide tooth comb. 

“I’m gonna detangle it now. Sorry if I pull too hard.”

“It’s okay, baby. Thank you.” Y/n muttered putting her cheek on her knee and closing her eyes. Trying to take in the floral scent and the touch of Tom’s calloused hands. 

They stayed there till the water turned cold making her shiver. He got out first, to dry himself and then moved to bend down, carrying her out. A warm towel was wrapped around her making her sigh in delight. Tom helped her into her soft pajamas and into the bed, then getting into it himself with only his soft gray sweatpants. He pulled her into his chest immediately, finding immediate comfort. Y/n’s head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat over and over as his hands ran softly up and down her arm. Tom didn’t ask any questions cause he knew she was gonna tell him when she felt comfortable. So he let her sleep. Leaving him alone with his thoughts. Knowing Adam was out away, he felt as if a thousand pounds were lifted off of his shoulders. Now he can relax and be happy with his wife, right?

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[softspiderling]

of broken promises and heartbreak - part three | t.h.

Summary: what do all these conflicting feelings mean? You are confused and helpless, but a relevation from a close friends might help clear your eyes

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Song I listened to while writing: Someone you loved by Lewis Capaldi

Author’s Note: the second to last part of this series, and the conflicting feelings continue to rise!! I just wanted to let you know that I do plan on doing more writing for Tom, even if the situtation is a little bit difficult right now! You should also know that I’ve finished writing this a couple weeks ago, so before any drama went down! I don’t want to hurt anyone with my writing, I just enjoy doing it and you guys seem to enjoy reading it. This is a happy and safe space, I do not condone any hate! And without further ado, PLEASE ENJOY!

Warnings: swearing and cursing

Word Count: 3,3k

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Squaring up your shoulders, you push open the bathroom door, ready to head back to the party.

“There you are! I was getting worried you’d fallen in the toilet! You okay? You looked really pale when you left.”

You startle when someone jumps at you the moment you step out of the bathroom. When you realize who it is, you smile nervously, wiping your sweaty hands on your dress.

“Oh, hey babe,” you greet Levi, sighing softly when he leans down to take your hand.

“You didn’t throw up, did you?” he asks, frowning when he takes a whiff. “Did you smoke in there?”

Oh here we go.

“It was one cigarette,” you sigh and he scowls at you, dropping the hold on your hand. “I was just stressed and you know smoking helps me clear my head.”

Levi feels a flash of irritation wash over him and he crosses his arms. “Why were you stressed? Because you were slow-dancing with your ex Tom?”

You look up at him when he starts dragging Tom into this and raise a brow, daring him to continue.

“Yes, Y/N. I saw. Everybody saw.”

What?

Blinking, you pinch the bridge of your nose. You’re aware that the two of you are barreling towards an argument right now; a pretty dumb one, if you’re being honest.

“Yeah. Everybody saw because I wasn’t exactly hiding. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Being defensive about this is probably not going to help your case, but both you and Levi have had a couple of drinks and you are in no state of thinking straight right now.

“Really?” Levi states dryly. “Slow-dancing with your ex to an extremely romantic song does not sound weird to you at all?”

The more he talks, the more frustrated you get. You don’t really see the problem, it was just harmless dancing, wasn’t it? At this point you’re not sure if you’re trying to convince Levi or yourself.

“Levi, you knew that I invited Tom and that we used to be friends. You never had a problem with that when we sent out the invites, where’s all this jealousy suddenly coming from?”

“Maybe because I’ve seen the way you look at him, the way you laugh at his jokes!” Levi cries out and you chuckle dryly, shaking your head.

“I am really getting tired of all these insinuations. Just spit out what you really want to say!” you yell at him and he bristles, squinting his eyes at you.

“Fine! I think you’re still in love with him, Y/N.”

“Wow.” It’s the only thing you can say, the accusation hitting you hard.

You are supposed to get married to this man tomorrow, and here he’s standing, accusing you of being in love with someone else.

“If you really think that, then maybe we shouldn’t get married tomorrow,” you say, baiting him.

Levi’s jaw ticks and you can see him balling his hands into fists.

“Maybe we shouldn’t.”

Taken aback by his words, you stay silent. You hadn’t expected him to agree with you, in past fights it was always you saying something to bait him and he has never taken the bait before.

“Whoa whoa whoa, let’s not say things we don’t mean right now.”

You look up to see Harrison standing by the side, before he walks over to you slowly, a panicked look on his face.

“Harrison? How much did you hear?” you ask him in confusion, you hadn’t even noticed him. “Pretty much everything,” he tells you quietly before turning to Levi.

“Hey man, maybe you should get some sleep. You both had drinks and you shouldn’t be having this kind of conversation in the state you’re in right now.”

Levi rubs his chin with his hand, glancing at you. You can see the pain in his face, and he almost looks like he’s going to fight Harrison on the decision, before his face schools into a steely expression, and he leaves without another word.

Stunned, you watch him leave before you break down in Harrison’s arms.

“Hey, shhh Y/N, it’s going to be okay, I promise,” he says gently as he holds you. How did this even happen? One minute you were having fun and then you’re almost calling off your wedding? Because of a dance?

“The dance with Tom was harmless, right?” you ask Harrison, knowing you can always count on him being honest with you, especially regarding your relationship with Tom.

“Uh, I am not so sure about that to be honest,” he admits, rubbing his neck sheepishly. “You two did look pretty swept up in the moment and uh, considering your history, I don’t know, I guess I know where Levi is coming from.”

“W-what?” you stammer out and your eyes widen at his words. “I didn’t- It was just a dance! I don’t love Tom anymore, it’s been six years.”

“That’s something you have to know, Y/N. I can’t help you with that. I can only tell you what it looked like from my point of view. But I think that you should really think about where your feelings stand right now,” Harrison says, and you can see him struggling with what he wants to say next.

“You two loved each other. And with the way Tom and you left things, there’s bound to be some lingering feelings left, and uh. You might not be alone in that,” he reveals to you and you look at him in surprise.

What is that even supposed to mean? Is Tom still in love with you? Is it even possible to be in love with someone after not seeing each other for six years? It can’t be.

The distraught look on your face causes Harrison to sigh and he squeezes your shoulder. “I’m sorry, I’m not helping. Maybe you should get some rest, huh?”

“I can’t. I have to see the rest of the guests off and tell the staff to clear the hall and prepare for tomorrow… If the wedding even takes place,” you trail off and he sighs, squeezing your shoulder.

“I’ll take care of that, okay? You go lay down.”

“Fine, okay. Thank you, Haz. Text me if there are any problems,” you respond and give him a tight hug, before heading off to your room.

You and your bridesmaids have booked the bedrooms at the venue out of convenience. It’s easier and you also wanted to keep the tradition of Levi not seeing you on your wedding day. Right now you’re really thankful that you only have to walk a few feet to burrow yourself in a bed.

Shutting the bedroom door behind you, you head straight to the bathroom, and stared at your reflection, grabbing some make up remover, cleansing your face of all the grime, sweat and make up, while your thoughts are racing through your head.

While Levi’s accusation left you enraged, Harrison’s word had you reeling. You believe every word he said; you know he wouldn’t joke around when it’s about his best friend or you, there’s just too much on the line.

Is there any truth to Harrison’s words? Is it possible that you’re still harboring feelings for Tom, even after all these years, after all that’s happened? Yes, you did get a weird feeling in your stomach when you saw him earlier that evening. You thought it was your nerves, the fear of confrontation.

Now, however, you think it might have been old, bottled up feelings returning to the surface and you’re not sure what to do with them.

You turn the light off in the bathroom and strip off your clothes, putting on some pajamas and slipping into your bed, pulling the blanket up to your nose.

Tucked in, you breathe out deeply and hope to get some sleep, maybe everything will figure itself out in the morning. But the moment you close your eyes, all you can see is Tom smiling at you, holding you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Tears start to fill your eyes and you choke out a sob. This doesn’t make any sense. You’ve moved on from Tom ages ago, you’re not supposed to long for moments with him anymore. You sit up, feeling like you’re choking on your tears and you reach over to the nightstand to turn the light on. You lean your forehead on your knees and scream out in frustration, the scream echoing in the quiet room.

With a sigh, you get out of bed and traipse into the bathroom to wash your face, the cold water calming you down. You grab a towel and dry off your face, contemplating your next move. You know that you’re not going to fall asleep anytime soon with all the thoughts racing through your head. Maybe you’re lucky and the staff hasn’t left yet and could brew you a tea.

Before you can decide what to do, you hear a faint knock on your room door. Laying the towel on the sink, you walk to the door, opening it.

“What are you doing here?” you ask in confusion. “I thought you had already left.”

Tom’s hair is messy and his tie is loosened around the collar of his shirt. He rubs the back of his neck with his hand. “I did. But, uh, I came back. You kind of ran out on me and then Harrison sent everyone home. I- I just wanted to check up on you,” Tom says and looks up at you, frowning when he takes in your face.

“Are you okay?”

You wipe at your eyes and shake your head, choking out a laugh. “No… Not really,” you admit, sniffling.

“Do you… Want to talk about it?”

Biting your lip, you overthink his offer. On the one hand, you know that Levi would be furious if he found out, especially after your fight. On the other hand, a conversation with Tom will clear any doubts you have about marrying Levi.

“Yeah, I think that would be good,” you nod, tucking your hair behind your ear and open the door wider, letting Tom step inside.

He walks in the room and stands around awkwardly. You close the door behind him and move to sit on the bed, narrowing your eyes at him.

“You didn’t even get changed. You know you’re going to be uncomfortable,” you tell him, wrapping your arms around your legs.

“Eh,” Tom shrugs. “I am used to it.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Oh right, I forgot. World famous actor right here.”

Tom grins at you and kicks his shoes off, plopping down on the end of your bed. His easy grin slowly fades away as he watches you stare into the air, your eyes red from crying.

“You want to tell me what’s going on now?” he asks gently and looks at you with soft eyes.

Leaning your chin against your knee, you shrug. You’ve always struggled to talk about your feelings, it’s just not something you liked doing; baring yourself like that.

Tom used to have to coax everything out of you since you tended to shut yourself off when you got upset, you weren’t the easiest to deal with.

“Don’t you think our dance was kind of weird?” you then say, lifting your head to look at him. He stills at your words and he tugs on his tie, scrunching it up in his hands.

“Why would it be weird?”

“It was wrong of us. I’m supposed to- I’m marrying Levi tomorrow,” you exclaim, correcting yourself. He narrows his eyes at you and tosses his tie on the bed.

“Why’d you say it so weird?” Tom wants to know and you turn your face away from him. “Did Levi say something?”

“Don’t sound so insulted! He had every right to say something,” you snap, a frown on your face. “We shouldn’t have danced like that.”

“It was just a dance, Y/N,” he argues, his voice tired. It’s late and he knocked on your door to see if you were alright, not to get yelled at.

“’Just a dance’? We have history and some people might think it’s weird to dance to a romantic song with your ex a day before your wedding!”

“You were the one who wanted to dance with me, Y/N! What are you yelling at me for?” Tom yelled back at you and pushes himself off the bed, massaging his temples.

“I- I don’t know,” you mumble, your voice quieter. You’re confused about your feelings and you don’t know what to do. It’s easier to yell than facing your feelings. It’s easier to hurt than get hurt.

“Look Y/N, I didn’t come here to fight,” he sighs and rubs his hand over his face. “Maybe I should go-“

“No!” you exclaim, getting a strange feeling of a Déjà-vu. You can’t let him leave without saying your piece. Not again.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you,” you apologize and Tom paces back in forth in front of the bed, before he sits back down.

“I’m just so confused. I am really in love with Levi and I was excited to get married to him tomorrow. But seeing you again today, it brought back all sorts of feelings.”

Tom’s head snaps up and he looks at you with wide eyes. He opens his mouth, but shuts it again, wringing his fingers.

“And I don’t even know where they’re coming from? I was fine when I read the news of you dating all these gorgeous women. It’s not like I was breaking down when I found out you were dating again. And I love Levi. I do. But after this dance and me feeling all mushy about it…” you trail off, taking a deep breath.

“I guess there might be a possibility that I am not over you,” you said, your voice wavering.

The silence that followed your confession is deafening. You look up to Tom and smooth over the blanket, your hands shaking.

“I know this sucks. You came here for closure and maybe finding friendship again, and instead you have me confessing possible feelings for you. I’d say, give me time, but six years have passed and here we are,” you say wryly, eyes flitting to him.

He’s still dangerously quiet and that’s never a good sign. Tom is always noisy. Whether it’s talking with Harrison, laughing with his brothers, cooing at Tessa or humming while scrolling on the phone.

His silence scares you.

“Tom, can you please say something?” you plead. “Anything?”

Tom turns his head and meets your eyes, his face strangely vulnerable. You can’t tell what he thinks, or if he’s angry with you.

“You know what I told you earlier?” He finally says and you tilt your head in question.

“I told you that I regretted breaking up with you. Because I love you. I don’t think I ever stopped, to be honest.”

“W-what?” you stammer out. Well, that took an unexpected turn. “Then why did you break up with me in the first place?”

Tom sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “I already told you, I was young and dumb and I thought I was missing out on life. I thought I was doing the best for both of us. But I didn’t do it because I didn’t love you anymore, I swear.”

This day could honestly not get any crazier.

“I wanted to be happy for you, to be here for you. I hurt you so much and I just wanted to take everything back, I thought I could suck it up. But every time Levi wrapped you up in his arms it almost killed me.”

The vulnerability in Tom’s voice shakes you to the core. Though the confession doesn’t help you with your situation either. On the contrary, it somehow makes it even worse.

“My point is, Y/N, I came here, prepared to see you marry another guy. But if you’re saying that you have feelings for me, I want you to know that I love you,” Tom says, reaching out to take your hand.

His touch feels like electricity coursing through your body and you swallow. “What are you saying?”

He gives you a wry smile.

“I am saying that I can be your friend or I can be more. I’ll be whatever you want me to be. I just want you to be a part of my life again, Y/N.”

Blinking, you’re unable to reply. Tom’s giving you so much control over him and you’re sure that no one has ever done that in your entire life.

Tom squeezes your hand and before letting go, standing up. “I should probably go now. It’s pretty late and you have a big day ahead of you.”

“Are you not going to let me say anything after dropping that bomb on me?” you ask as you follow him to the door.

With a chuckle, he slips into his shoes and opens the door, shaking his head. “No. I know you’ll need your time to think it over to make the right decision. And I’ll be there for you, no matter what you choose,” he promises.

“Huh,” you say and lean against the wall.

“Don’t keep yourself up for too long,” Tom whispers softly and gives you a kiss on the forehead, before leaving through the door, shutting it behind him with a gentle thud.

You bump your head against the door before you crawl back into your bed. Even though you’ve just received a buttload of incriminating information, your heart isn’t racing like crazy anymore.

Instead, you feel calm. Indecisive, but calm. Tom has put all his cards on his table and now it’s your turn to either play them or leave the game.

You turn the light off and lay in your bed, staring at the ceiling. Tom was right about you taking your time to make decisions. You always weigh the pros and cons. But you’re not so sure if your method is fitting for your situation right now.

You think about Levi, the man you’re supposed to marry the next day. He’s safe. He loves you. He’s never intentionally hurt you and you always been able to count on him. Levi made you feel safe and even though you fought occasionally, you always made up. He’s the one who showed you love again after Tom has left you. And he was the one you pictured your future with, before you reconnected with Tom.

Movie star, ex-boyfriend Tom Holland. He’s hurt you in the past and you know that if you would be with him again, that your life was going to be a whole lot more complicated than it’s been for the past six years. The time with him was probably the best two years of your life. You can’t imagine how it would be to be with him again, to relive your relationship. But then you wonder if you’re just reminiscing and if the past should stay in the past. It didn’t work the first time, who says it’ll work the second time?

You toss and turn in your bed, head full of what ifs and what could be. Undecided, you fall into a fitful sleep.

You wake up before your alarm has the chance to rip you out of your dreams. Yawning, you sit up, stretching your arms. Looking to the side, you feel a longing in your chest, a longing for one person only, and you know that it’s the right decision for you.

With a bright smile you get ready for the day and grab your purse and car keys, hurrying out of your bedroom.

Getting in the car, you drive to the hotel where he’s staying, a mixture of nausea and excitement in your tummy.

After you finally arrive at the hotel, you park your car and go to his room door, your knuckles rapping against the wood.

As the door opens, you exhale shakily before looking up at him and you can see the surprise written across his face.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“Hi Levi.” You say softly, your smile nervous.

“Can we talk?”

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[shawn-mendes-post]

Chapter 5: James Corden.

A/N: Can't believe I updated twice in one day! I'm going to slow down because school is about to start soon. Also, I might pick someone to create a character to be introduced in the series. Let me know if you like the idea or want to participate.

As the months passed by for Shawn he was miserable. He tried to pretend like he wasn't broken or missing her, but it was torture. He missed the little things such as sending him a text good morning or reminding him to eat. 

Now when he comes home its empty. He can't deny that he missed her, but he tried to give her space. He had to stop from rewatching out to her. He would usually check her social media to make sure that she was okay. 

His heart broke when she saw the news of her dating Tom Holland. She moved on...maybe I should too. At least she is happy. He is someone I couldn't be for you. I should have told her not to go. I should have tried to fix the problem, but I thought she needed space. I messed up. 

He spent most of his time writing new songs and producing music videos. His fanbase knew there was something going on with him, but couldn't figure out what. They felt like it was about a woman and tried to find out who inspired his new album.

Phone ringing, Shawn sees a text from his friend, Brian. Confused he turns on the TV to see Jame Corden was on. He wonders why he was told to watch this, but his breath hitch as a familiar name is heard. (Name), you look amazing. It's as if our break up didn't impact you. I'm left broken and here you are acting normal. 

Turning the volume up he watched fascinated at her walking to meet James at a table. Shawn crinkle his nose at what game she would be playing.

* Start of Interview *

Jame is  currently sitting at a table, smiling at the audience.  " Hello everyone! We are here with the most amazing actress that started when she was 9. Please welcome, ( Name) (L/Name)!" 

The said woman walks down the stairs, giving high-fives to the audience. She smiles as she smooths out her navy blue, off the shoulder dress, showing off her curves. She makes her way to the table with a nervous smile as she laughs nervously. 

" Lets see what we have. Bull Penis, Cow Tongue, Pickle Juice, Calf’s Brain, Cod Sperm, Bird Saliva, Pig Blood Curd, and Ghost Pepper Hot Sauce,”James said as the camera zooms in and shows off all of the foods on the table. Her  face is pale as the smell hits her hard.Being pregnant made the smell a lot stronger, she had to hold in her breath.

" How this game works: I'm going to ask you a question. You can answer the question, or if you don't want to then eat whatever I pick. Then vice- versa. "

(Name) nods as she holds up her head. " Is it okay that I brought a guest? Evan, come out here." The audience claps as Evan Peters makes his way to the table, surprising James. 

" This is a complete surprise. Is it my birthday or something?" James asked making the audience laugh. Evan shakes hands with James as he sits down next to (Name). 

" I wasn't expecting you," James started as a crew member hands a stack of cards. " Oh, they knew you were coming. So, I'll ask (Name) a question. She will ask Evan a question and Evan will ask me a question. " 

The two nod as they understand what will be going on. " Now, I'll start. I'll give you...the…" he spins the table as he thinks. " Cod sperm." 

" Oh my. I hope I can answer the question. " 

" There are some rumours going around about you dating a costar is that true?  " Hollers could be heard in the audience as (Name) blushes. " I can't tell you that. I also don't want to eat that. I swear, I didn't think I would be doing this. " She uses a fork to pick one up and opens her mouth to take a bite. She then stops as she nods her head. "Yes. I am currently dating someone. Also, no I'm not saying who I'm dating. " 

" Okay. What should Evan have to eat if he doesn't want to answer. She hummed as she spins the table before stopping at the bird saliva. " I can tell you from experience that is gross," James mutters as he shakes his head. (Name) pick up the card and read the question, laughing softly. 

" Evan, if you could take back one relationship, which one would it be?" James started laughing as he looks back. " Who wrote this?" 

Evan sighs as he picked up the glass, bringing it to his nose. Sniffing, he recoiled in disgust.He takes a sip, trying not to gag at the horrible taste. He then quickly gulped down some water. " Fucking disgusting. I swear, never again am I doing this. 

" James turn," (name) said, clapping her hands to get Evan's attention. His eyes light up with mischief as he places the pig blood curd in front of James. 

" Oh fuck. This one was bad," James groan as he covers his mouth, hoping he can answer the question. " James." Evan spoke as he sits up straighter. "You are known to be close to Shawn Mendes, Harry Styles, Nial Horan, and Justin Bieber. Rank them from most talented to least talented," Evan replied, trying not to smile. 

There was silence in the studio as they didn't know what to do. The audience could only stare in anticipation, wondering what James would do. " I love them all. Each of them is talented and I like them on the show." He rambles as he tries to not answer the question. 

" Are you going to answer or eat? " ( Name) asked, raising an eyebrow, her left hand resting on her belly. She was interested in what James would say. 

" I can't," a sweaty James confessed as he picks up his utensils. He sliced a bit of the curd and picks it up with a fork. Lifting up the fork hesitantly, he takes a bite. Chewing before taking the bucket and spitting it. 

He grabs his water to wash the bad taste away. "Now (Name), I think you should get the calf brain," James said, wiping his mouth as he spins the table. He picks up a card, reading the question  before shaking his head.

" You are not going to answer this question. (Name)." Pauses for dramatic effect as he smiles sinisterly. " Have you ever had a relationship where the media didn't know...and with who? " ( Name) eyes widen, biting her lower lip as she glances at her manger. He was telling her to say the name, but she didn't know if she should. 

" I was in a relationship. I was fortunate for the media not to know. It was with...um.." She paused as she looks at the screen. " I apologize to that person because I'm about to name them. I don't want to eat this so I have to answer truthfully. I want people to know that we were happy, but we just grew apart. There was nothing big about our break up. I hope he is happy and found someone to love. " 

Evan grabs (Name)'s hand for moral support. He knew the break up was still rough for her and she is about to spill his name on national television.   " He is Canadian and a singer…" 

James lets out a gasp as he knew who it could be. " Were you dating Justin Bieber?" Everyone laughs as (Name) shakes her head. " Shawn," she whispers his name, lovingly still not over him. 

It blew everyone's mind as fans started shrieking and screaming. James eyes widened as his mouth popped into an "O". " You were in a secret relationship with Shawn Mendes! How did we not know! You have so much tea to spill. Unfortunately, this is all the time we have. Thank you, Evan Peters and ( Name) ( L/Name)! " 

*end*

Silence filled the room and Shawn shut the Tv off,thinking about what he just saw that he couldn't even believe that she was in a relationship with someone that wasn't him. It has only been 3 months since the ultimate breakup...separation because he always thought that they would be back together. He should feel happy for her but he didn't because he thought they should be together

[tsvkishma]

Aren’t you forgetting something?

Tom Holland x Reader

Tom Holland x Reader

Prompt: It’s the readers birthday and when her boyfriend Tom calls and forgets about their plans and her birthday her heart breaks. When he sees her partying, she’s doing something with someone that isn’t him.

Warnings: swearing, angst-ish idk, and y/n doing dumb shit

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Thank you to Janna (@e.urhythmic on ig) for proofreading this :) ily!

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The bright light from your suite’s window blinded you as it urged you to wake up. But, today you felt more giddy than usual because it was your birthday. Today was the day that all the attention would be on you and you would feel especially loved.

You reached over to your nightstand and grabbed your phone. You replied to all the birthday messages and comments that you received. After going through your phone for about 30 minutes, you decided to get up and get breakfast.

The only negative thing about today was that your boyfriend Tom had work today. You understood as he was the star of his own movie. Tom and you decided to hang out after he got off work around 8 p.m.

You get dressed and meet up with a few of your friends and eat at a cafe. You then headed home and decided to binge a few of your favorite movies. Yes, it was pretty boring, but you were looking forward to hanging out with Tom. It was around 4 p.m when he called you.

Surprisingly, he never gave you a text, yet. You were glad to hear from him.

“Hey, y/n,” he says.

“Hi, baby. I miss you-” you say, but he cuts you off.

“Sorry, but I’m really busy right now and I need to ask you for a favor. Can you check if I left my gift card to Dave & Buster’s there? The guys and I were gonna go there after work and hang out since I have an off day tomorrow.”

Your heart dropped. You felt somewhat betrayed because he forgot about your birthday and you thought you were the most important person to him as he was to you, but this obviously made you doubt that. 

“...”

“Babe?” he says.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” you say calmly, even though you were seriously hurt.

He replies, “I’m not sure? What is it?”

“Forget it. Fuck you,” you say and then you hang up.

Tears start to well up in your eyes, but you force yourself not to cry. It was your birthday and you’re still gonna make it fun. You call a few of your friends and make plans with them. You were gonna party.

-

Around 7 p.m, your friends started arriving at your house. You all got ready together and shared some laughs. It felt nice to have some friends to have fun with and vent about your problems to. The last friend that came had some news to confess.

She said, “You know, Tom called me and asked if he forgot something important and he also asked why you were mad at him. At the time, I didn’t know what was going on between you two, so I told him that it was your birthday and that he obviously wouldn’t forget that, so that was probably not the reason. His reaction was so funny he was like ‘Shit. Thanks’ then he hung up.”

Your friends laughed at that. So did you, but your heart felt as if it was stabbed again. The thought of your own boyfriend forgetting your birthday made your heart feel weak. You quickly pushed that feeling to the side of your mind and you focused on having a good time with your friends and letting loose.

One of your friends suggested that you should post a hot selfie on your story to sort of show Tom what he’s missing. You thought that was a good idea, so you put on makeup and a dress that showed off your body perfectly. You pulled down the dress a little bit to show off more cleavage and snapped a picture. You added some text that said ‘birthday bitch’. Your friends thought you looked totally hot and you agreed. It felt good to know that you looked good.

As you guys gathered your things and started to head out, a notification popped up on your phone. Tom replied to your story with ‘pls answer me’ and you ignored it along with the many other calls and messages you received from him.

Meanwhile, Tom was full of guilt and was stressing about trying to get in contact with you. Whenever he tried to deliver his lines, he would mess up because his mind was too preoccupied with the thought of you and how you felt towards him right now. The crew was getting annoyed by his constant mess-ups so they took a quick break. He ranted to Harrison about his issues.

“I feel so fucking bad, Harrison. You don’t even know. I bet she’s so fucking mad at me, man. I swear all this filming has been making me hallucinate. I thought her birthday was tomorrow! I’m such a terrible boyfriend,” he ranted on, “W-what if she doesn’t want to be with me anymore?”

“Come on, Tom. You know she loves you. Yeah, that was a dick move, but she would understand that you’ve been super stressed about work. Just make it up to her later,” he says.

“Haz, but what if she doesn’t understand?”

-

You and your friends entered the club and you instantly started drinking and dancing. To say you were having a good time would be an understatement. You forgot about the reason why you started partying in the first place.

Your friends headed back to the bar while you still danced on the dance floor. After a few minutes, Tom entered the club and spotted your friends chatting at the bar. He quickly went to them.

“Where’s y/n? I fucked up bad and I need to talk to her,” he said.

One of them laughed and said, “I think she’s kind of busy.”

“Fuck. Is she with someone?” he asked apprehensively.

“Why don’t you go see for yourself.”

He neared the dance floor. Through the dense amount of people, he caught a glimpse of you dancing with another girl in the center of the floor. You guys were having a good time and it showed. She was grinding on you as you cheered.

Tom never met this friend of yours and he would have to ask about her later on, but right now he had to talk to you. As he squeezed through the crowd, he lost sight of you. But, when he finally reached you he saw you making out with this new ‘friend’.

“Y/n, what the fuck’s going on?” he said calmly but he was visibly angry.

You stopped what you were doing and replied, “Just fuck off, Tom. It would be best for both of us.”

“Y/n, you’re obviously drunk, but we need to talk.”

“Talk about what? Talk about how you... how you...” you started, but hysterically started crying. Honestly, what the fuck was going on with you?

Tom just grabbed your arm and walked you out of the dance floor. You guys walked by your friends and he told you that he was gonna take you home. You guys walked out to his car and he opened the door for you.

“Baby, let me say how sorry I am. I can explain myself, but I could never have any excuse for what I did,” he said gently.

“I just... I don’t get how you forget my birthday. I thought you loved me enough to remember that it was today. Remember that a week ago we planned to hang out after you got off work? But, when you told me you were gonna hang out with the guys after work that really hurt. It really, really hurt. I thought you were gonna say happy birthday to me at the end of our call, but you didn’t. I even thought you were pranking me or something, but I guess you weren’t,” you say as you had tears rolling down your cheeks.

He said, “I love you, so so much. I honestly thought it was tomorrow, but I fucked up so bad. I am so sorry and I hope after some time you can forgive me. We can still hang out if you would like to.”

You said, “I love you, too. It still hurts, but I forgive you. Also, I hope you can forgive me for, you know, making out with someone that isn’t you.”

He laughed, “I know why she would want to, though. You look absolutely gorgeous tonight.”

“Tom, you always know what to say. And I’ll take you up for that offer. Let’s do something fun. Netflix?” you say cheekily.

“Netflix it is,” he says, “And also, happy birthday, love.”

[myfeetkeepdancing]

Unsustainable - (3/9)

!Disclaimer: I do NOT ship the people on the banner or any gifs showing up in the fanfic. They helped me visualize and are part of my writing experience. Much love for Tom Holland & Cody Christian!

Summary: An accident happened in which the reader has gotten powers. The reader is struggling to adjust to his new powers but also to keep them secret from Peter as they become closer.

Pairings: Peter Parker x Male Reader

Word count: 2635

The following days went by as any school day. Although the nosebleeds were still present, nothing else seemed wrong. On the other hand, the Raven came around from time to time, still not clear to what purpose. But it didn’t speak anymore, it watched but ignore you at the same time. While you visited Peter, May wouldn't let the opportunity pass to help you with the nosebleeds. She was convinced her homeopathic ointments would work. In great lengths, she'd explain the different flowers and what industrial giants use to poison us. Although Peter was ashamed of her at times. She was a loving and caring woman, not only for Peter. Laying on the couch, she would apply salves and ointments in and around your nose. She was convinced it worked. As soon as she's finished you quickly continue to Peter’s room, Peter looking ashamed of his aunt. But afterward making fun of the weird smell. At that point, you couldn't smell anything. If that was the only aftereffect. Returning home the trembles returned once again, and more severe. For all certainty, this wasn't caused by Aunt May's salves, but this couldn’t go on. The trembles became more severe and frequent, and even more difficult to hide. Luckily he offered help.

 Unfortunately the next morning, it was something completely different. A nasty rash had formed on your nose as it burned horribly. Throughout the night, in your sleep, you probably scratched your nose repeatedly. Therefore it bled in several places as the skin looked torn open all along the nose. A nasty sight. The only way to hide this was with bandages. Or stay home…

At your locker, you gathered your stuff for the day. The burning sensation at around the nose was terrible. The urge to scratch was irresistible. The schedule for this week was on the inside of your locker door, you scanned the table as a familiar face popped up beside you.

“Morn-” Peter stopped talking, biting his lower lip while glancing at you. “Morning Peter.” You respond with a playful smile. “How are you this fine morning?” You reply with a sarcastic undertone.

 “Please, tell me this is not May’s doing.”

 “Nah, I shaved my nose by accident this morning.”

 “Sarcasm really is your strong side isn’t it…”

 “I can think of better ones.”

“C’mon man! May is really serious about this. You have to tell her!”

 “No! I’m not gonna tell her Peter. She tried so hard. I’d be a real bummer to her.”

In the background, the school bell rang. The halls of school just became two times as busy, students rushing from both sides. Peter took a step closer, just inches away from you to add some weight to his words. And since you were a couple of inches taller than Peter. It was more evident than ever, as he looked up to you with his puppy eyes.

 “Y-You don’t understand. She asked me to invite you over tonight. If it hurts you gotta tell her.”

 “It’s alright Peter, it’s just really itchy.”

 "No, it's not (Y/N)! Anyone can see it's not working. Do me a favor. Please tell her.”

 “What? How is this doing you a favor?”

 “B-Because she has all kinds of ideas for ointments for my bruises and cuts I sometimes get from my internship. If they get the same result. I-I can’t continue doing my work there. Mr. Stark is really afraid of germs and infections. I can’t let that happen. I’ll let you smell one of them tonight. They’re horrible.”

 “Wow Peter, putting the fate of your internship in my hands. Well, I guess you finally get to spend some more time with your friends after all. No running out the movie this time.” You grin as you finish up at your locker.

 Peter’s wasn’t a person who’d get visibly angry. But his face spoke for itself. If he had the strength, he’d probably folded you in your locker. Like Flash and his buddies did to Peter last year.

 "Get that look from your face. I'll hop by later today!”  You playfully ruffle your hand through his curly hair. “Stop it (Y/N)!” Peter responds with a grin on this face.

 Suddenly Ned showed up through the crowd. He pushed himself towards Peter, pulling his hoody. "Let's go, Peter! We're gonna be late at chemistry!" Peter was grabbing at his throat, gasping for air as he's pulled into the swirling mass of students.

 “See you at lunch!” You wave at them. In response you see Peter’s hand sticking above the crowd.

 Lunchtime. Since it was a beautiful day, you choose to sit outside. The regular spot under the tree in the courtyard. A wooden bench surrounded the tree. The tree provided a sufficient amount of shadow for this warm day. And combined with a small breeze, the perfect spot. With the tray on your lap, you look out for the rest. MJ was home for the day, ill apparently. You send a text her way you would come by later. What followed was a stream of memes and weird gifs. She'd been texting all day, but in class, it was difficult to keep up with the spam. Slowly working your way through your lunch, continuing to text with MJ while waiting for Peter and Ned.

 "P-P-Penis Parker!" Was chanted on the other side of the courtyard. Peter and Ned came through the door as Flash and his buddies waited for him. Before you get a chance to react to the situation. You see Peter pushing open the door with his tray, Flash kicking the door right back. Peter didn't see it coming and tumbled on his knees, and Ned stood behind him helplessly. Peter's tray went flying as his sandwich and drink went airborne and landed in the flower garden beside the door. Defeated he got up, looking at Flash as he and his buddies walked off laughing. Peter scuffled over to you, with a defeated look on his face. Crashing on the bench, throwing his backpack on the ground, arms crossed. "I'm sorry Peter."

 “Not your fault (Y/N).” Peter lets out a big sigh, hanging his head in defeat.

 You ruffle through your bag, as you pull out a couple of muesli bars and Snickers. Handing them over. “The least I can do.”  

 “You shouldn’t, really.” Peter grumbled.

 “I’ve got nothing left, sorry Peter.” Ned mutters as he stuffs his last sandwich in his mouth.  

 “Go on. Eat something. Can’t show up at your internship with an empty stomach.”

 “That’s true. Thanks, you’re the best.”

 “H-Hey! I thou-…” Ned replies with his mouth full.

 “He’ll get what’s coming to him someday.” You look towards Flash and his buddies. Sitting on the fence, still going on about Peter. Pointing and laughing. Your mind gets clouded with thoughts that are a bit too dark for such a sunny day. If only…  You're awakened by Peter’s elbow in your side. “Stop it (Y/N). It’s fine.”

 “Lost in thoughts, that’s all…”

 “You seem quite occupied these days (Y/N).” Ned looks at you.

 “How so?”

 “I dunno know, you stare and gaze a lot these days. If something is bothering you.”

 “Oh… No, just… a lot on my mind lately. Sorry.”

 “Where were you at gymnastic anyway?” Peter turns to you.

 “Don’t have to attend for a couple of months. Got some problems with my left arm. You know… from my trip.”

 “You didn’t tell us.” Peter looking confused.

 “Mister Jamerson wrote you up as absent.” Ned added while drinking his apple juice.

 “Oh well, headmaster Mueller is aware and signed my papers.”

 “So, what happened on that trip?”

 "We went on a hike, and I fell, dislocated my shoulder, and pulled some muscles. Takes a couple of months to recover.”

 “Sounds bad, where did you go hiking?

 “Europe.” You react way too quickly. If you had it all prepared.  

“O-…”

 The sounds of flapping wings in the distant fill the courtyard. The conversation falls silent as the attention of the three is drawn to the other side of the courtyard. The sky above the yard was black with large birds as the sound of squawking birds became louder. Somehow a familiar call to you.

“A-Are those crows?” Peter says with disbelief.

 “They’re raven.” You react instantly. “I think…”

 “Where did they come from? “  Peter mumbles as the three look up at the sky. The Ravens started to circle, as out of nowhere one of them nosedives down, right at Flash. Before Flash can react the Raven spreads his wings just before he hits him. An awful screech echoes over the courtyard as the Raven darts back up and Flash tumbles down from the fence. Flash wasn't hit, but the sudden fear threw him off balance. His friends ran away the second Flash fell to the ground, leaving him alone to the flock the birds. Not that they had any means to deal with them… Terrified he looked up from the ground as the ravens circled him. For a moment he had overcome his fear as he darts back up, climbing onto the fence. One single screech from a raven unleashed a rain of pebbles. Flash hanging half onto the fence looks up as a shower of pebbles fall upon him. The students in the courtyard watch in silence as he hangs half over the fence with tears running down his face.  

 The ravens disperse as soon as they came. The courtyard falling silent again, only hearing Flash his snickering. He picks up his bag and runs inside avoiding eye contact with anyone, pushing students aside on his way to the door. "What the…?" Mouth open, Peter didn't finish his sentence. You hear a soft dud, and you look over to Ned as his sandwich lays flat on the floor. "That… was awesome!" Peter turning visibly annoyed to Ned. “You said you didn’t have any sandwiches left…?”

 “Hah! That w-…” Ned’s excitement subsides quickly as soon as he sees Peter annoyed look towards him.

 "This can't be a coincidence." Peter turns to you with a look of suspicion. "Am I right (Y/N)?"

 “I don’t know Peter.” You snarled at him.

   The school day went by quickly. Flash was nowhere to be seen around school. But it was definitely the talk of the day. You sat beside Peter again during math. From what you thought was suspicion in his looks, there seemed to be nothing left. The Ravens, they still kept your mind occupied. The one raven that flew down was terribly familiar.

 Peter didn’t have time after school. Something had made him really enthusiastic as he ran out front excusing himself. “I have things… to do at my internship. See you guys tomorrow!” He left you standing there with Ned. You both watch Peter jog away. The blazing sun shuns down as you both stand halfway on the steps of the school entrance. Ned turns to you. “Well, I gotta catch the bus, have to go to the dentist. I’ll text you when I’m done.”  

 “Good luck Ned. Talk to you later!”  

 You wave some students goodbye you know from class as you start your way home. It's only a couple of block away. And since the weather is right, you instead take a walk back home. The sun shuns bright between the skyscrapers. You put on your favorite cap to protect your eyes from the sun. Walking home wasn’t bad, especially since your favorite corner shop was a couple blocks in-between. They served the best (your favorite flavor) milkshakes in New York. With one hand you fish ear pods out of your pockets, and as always entangled with keys and pens. After the struggle with ear pods, you plug them in and continue your way, opening Spotify up you scroll through your favorite playlist. Turning by the corner shop, you pick up your favorite milkshake and continue on your way. Down the walkway into the park. The park was covered with trees, offering much shadow from the heat of the sun. You stroll down the parkways. People lay on the grass enjoying their free time. Parents playing with their children, an elderly couple resting on benches and the usual ice-cream cart. You continue your walk down the path.

  “…You didn’t look…”

 You cough violently as you almost choke on the cold stream of milkshake when you heard that dark voice from within again. Coughing hysterically you look around searching for that damn bird. It had to be the damn bird again. With watery eyes, it was difficult to take notice of any shapes. It was frustrating. You knew you couldn’t draw the attention from the other people. But you kept looking around. The damn bird could be anywhere.

 “… The bench…”

 In front you down the pathway stood a wooden bench, an old garbage can sat beside it. Nothing out of the ordinary. Several feet behind the bench towered a massive oak tree. The big crude roots stuck half out of the ground which grew up into the sturdy bark turning into large looming branches. The colorful green leaves blew calmly in the wind. It stood full grown, unable to see most of the branches. You approach the bench, with one eye on the oak. Half expecting to the raven to lurk from one of the branches.

 It wasn’t…

 You sit down and wait. Instinctively you remove your earbuds like you expected a conversation to happen at any moment. A flutter of wings made some noise on the left of you, as the claws hit the top of the bench. You look over and observe as the Raven lands on top of the bench. It's beak pointing straight ahead. This time it seemed more impressive than when it sat in the window. Its black figure stood proudly on the bench, long black feathers gently blowing with the wind. It was larger than any other raven you had seen, but one detail struck you more than anything else. The eye. From within the eye emitted some kind of searing red energy. Then it struck you. A familiar color. You knew that color all too well. As you mind wandered off, the raven turned its beak toward you.

 “…Afraid of the truth?…” You hear from within.

 “Wha-…” You try muttering a word.

 “…Stop… Talk to yourself (Y/N)…Focus… Think about what you want to say… I read your thoughts…”

 You hesitate for a moment. Then it struck you, the accident earlier in the courtyard. You thought about how you wanted to punch Flash so hard, make him pay for what he did to Peter. Peter always was a scapegoat for Flash and his friend. They didn’t bother Peter when you were around. But they always found a way to bully Peter, or Ned. But seeing Peter being bullied over and over again was painstakingly difficult not to act out revenge some time. But Flash had more friends then you could probably handle. Someday... But did... Did the ravens act…?

 “…You are right. We did…”

 You look around the park. No one seemed to have noticed the Raven and you. Must have been a weird sight you think to yourself. A single guy chilling with a raven in bright daylight. You sink back deep in thoughts staring across the parks green grass. This Raven has to have answers to your questions. What are you anyway? What binds this raven to you? Did you become a druid of some sort? Weird…

 “…All in due time. For now, beware of Peter...”

 What has Peter to do with any of this?

 “…He’s onto something (Y/N)…How is your left arm…”

“…Master…”

 What? What did it just say? How did it know? Master? Since when? How?

 “…I was affected by the same thing… In that alleyway…”

[cosmicdaya]

look-alike, love again | part 3

{summary} : someone learns more about someone

{warning} : swearing ( spoiler-free )

{word count} : 1749 words

{pairing} : smol bean!peter parker x reader, fuckboy!tom holland x reader

{requested} : no one

{type of story} : series

{continuation} : (part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5)

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You dragged your pillow and your blanket all the way to Room 305, where Ned, Peter, Michelle and Rowan were awaiting your arrival. You knocked on their door a few times, before deciding to call one of them. As you unlocked your phone, the door swung open to reveal Rowan in a baggy t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

You plopped yourself down on the couch as you hugged your pillow tightly. You stared at the television, not paying attention to the movie playing.

“Hey Y/N, you okay, man? What did you mean by you were fucked in the groupchat?” Ned asked you, bringing a bowl of ice-cream to eat.

You snatched the ice cream from him and started eating it as he looked at you in shock.

“Okayyyyy, that means our girl is in big trouble now. Ok, honey spill the tea,” Michelle announced.

You told them everything about how to tried to kill Mr Harrington and how you are stuck with an annoying dumbass as a roommate.

“Oh shit, bro. That’s so bad. I would probably go crazy if I was in your shoes,” Rowan slung an arm around you as you kept eating Ned’s ice-cream.

“Where’s Pete?” you asked, realizing the absence of your friend.

“Oh, he’s at the library to do some revision. He did text me saying that he is on his way,” Ned replied.

You nodded your head, setting down your bowl of ice-cream on the table. You heard a knock on the door and went to open it. You saw Tom standing there.

“Tom, what are you doing here?” you asked, confused.

“What do you mean, Y/N? I am Peter,” Peter clarified, knocking you into your senses.

“Oh, sorry. It’s just that my mind is pretty messed up these days,” you scratched the back of your neck, trying to cover up the fact that you mistook him for Tom Fucking Holland.

He gave you a boyish smile which made your knees weak. It’s not that you didn’t like him, maybe you did. It’s just that you were too afraid to tell him that you like him and no one knows about your not-so-little crush on him.

“Why are you here? Wait, I didn’t mean it like that! uhm, uhm,” he started to stutter, making a mess out of himself.

“Ah, it’s just that my roommate has some important stuff today, so I will be crashing here today,” you explained to the cute boy in front of you.

“Where are you sleeping tonight? ‘Cause Rowan’s room is under ‘construction’,” he said using air quotes.

“Oh, Y/N, I can crash with MJ and Rowan, you can stay with Peter,” Ned said to you.

You felt the heat rising to your cheeks and you gulped and saw Peter who was as pale as a ghost.

“Is it ok with you, Pete?” Ned asked Peter, sending a wink at his way that you were unsure why.

“Yeah, yeah, no problem. I am going to my room to freshen up first. Y/N, you can just come in,” Peter proceeded to walk to his room.

You cleared your throat and picked up your stuff, heading to his room.

Oh boy, it’s going to be a long night.

You sat down on Peter’s bed as you took in your surroundings. You noticed that his room was a light shade of blue filled with everything related to Star Wars and Tony Stark. You smiled widely as you saw the Star Wars poster you gave to him on his 15th birthday hanging on the wall.

You reached for the nearest magazine and started reading it as you waited for Peter. As the bathroom door opened, you smelled the manly smell of his body gel. Peter walked in with a towel loosely hanging on his hips, his rock hard abs on show for you.

Your cheeks turned so red and you tried to calm yourself down but unfortunately for you he took no notice of you. When he was going to remove his towel, you cleared your throat loudly to inform him of your presence.;

“Oh shit, Y/N. I-I am s-s-sorry, I didn’t-um- notice that you w-were here,” Peter stuttered as he scrambled around for his pants. You turned around as he wore his boxers and slung a tank top over him.

“It’‘s okay, Peter. Anyways, I should say thank you to you as I am crashing at your place,” you said.

He gave you a soft smile as he sat down next to you. You could feel the body heat emanating from him and it gave you comfort as you were shivering.

“So, movie night or...drama series night?,” he raised his eyebrows.

Fuck, that was cute.

“We have class tomorrow but it starts late. I don’t know,” you reasoned.

“So, drama series night it is,” he said as he turned on Gossip Girl for you to watch.

You snuggled up close to him as he lay an arm over your shoulder. The comfort of you against him slowly lulled you to sleep.

The only thing you remember before going to sleep is Peter setting down on the bed.

You woke up to the sound of an alarm blaring loudly, threatening to rip off your eardrums. You tried to reach it to press the Snooze button but something was holding you down, not allowing to move.

Wait, this doesn’t even sound like my alarm...

You opened your eyelids to see a creamy pale neck and chest. You looked up a little and saw Peter’s arms around you in a hugging manner with a bare chest. You felt content and happy looking at the view in front of you. You could stay like this forever.

What the fuck, man? Come back to your senses!

You tried to move from your spot without waking up Peter, but you were futile at your attempt.

“Hey Y/N, good morning, love,” he said as rose, rubbing his eyes to make his vision clearer.

You gave him a soft smile before you looked at the clock near the bedside. The LED screen showed that the time was 8.00 am in the morning. Your class starts at 8.45 am.

“Oh shoot, Pete. I have to go now as my class starts soon. See ya soon!” you exclaimed as you grabbed your stuff and made a beeline for your room.

Peter just sat there smiling like a goof, reveling in the fact that you just slept with him, not in that way, but in a good way.

As you were heading to the cafeteria after the class, you stopped by the receptionist to take a pamphlet concerning an extra course that you were planning to take. 

You stopped in your tracks when you spotted a notice in your peripheral vision. The notice said “ SUMMER PLAY : The Prince and The Pauper” and to also include the name of those who are interested. You grabbed a pen and scribbled down your name as fast as you could.

MJ, Ned and Rowan were waiting for you at the cafeteria, because Rowan wanted to meet up and tell you guys something about Tom.

“Ok, as we all know, Tom is a playboy who is rude to everyone and I found out the cause of it,” Rowan crossed her fingers in a sassy way.

“Wait, I thought that was a disorder he was born with?”

“Ned, that’s just plain rude, man,” Michelle frowned.

“Okay, okay, I was just joking. Come on, Rowan, spill the beans,” Ned raised his hand in a surrendering motion.

“So, Tom used to date a popular girl called Laura in high school. Their relationship looked good on the outside but actually it was wrecked as hell. There were also rumors that Tom went through depression,” 

“Just one day before their two year dating anniversary, Laura broke up with Tom because she was cheating on him all this while. Tom then changed school and no one from his old high school heard from him ever again,”

“How sure are you of this?” Ned raised his eyebrows.

“My sources, I have. Very trusty, they are,” she replied with a smirk.

“A very good reference, that was,” Ned let out a hearty laugh.

Tom laid against the couch of the common room, the soft glow from the television illuminating his face. He slowly played with the curls of his hair absentmindedly.

His thoughts were filled with you. Thank God, he didn’t have any classes today or he wouldn’t have paid attention. It wasn’t like he ever paid attention anyways.

Why didn’t she sleep here?

Does she hate me that much?

A soft rustling sound from the other side of the room woke him up from his thoughts. He first shook it of as the sound of leaves rustling, but he got alerted when he heard a loud thud.

He took the baseball bat that you used and held it in a ready-to-strike position and tried to find the source of the sound. He let out a breathy gasp as he realized it was coming from your room.

Is she sneaking in?

Tom’s hand was on the door knob as he tried to steady his breathing before opening the door. When he opened the door, he got the shock of his life.

It was Spider-man on the floor clutching his side.

“Holy shit, you are Spider-man! My childhood idol!,” Tom practically shouted on the top of his lungs.

“Dude, chill. Where’s Y/N?” the masked hero asked without looking at Tom.

“Oh, she’s not here yet. Wait, how do you know her?” he asked her.

Spider-man just responded to him with a grunt as tried to stop the blood flow from his side. Tom noticed the blood seeping through his suit and his mask and ran to the common room to take the first-aid kit.

“Wait, you can’t take off my mask!,” Spider-man protested as Tom tried to pull off his mask.

“Then how you expect me to treat you?!” Tom shouted in his face.

The masked superhero reluctantly took off his mask to come face to face with his doppelgänger.

“What in the world?” Peter muttered under his breath as both of the young teenagers stared in disbelieve.

“Do you know you look like Tom Holland?” Tom asked Peter.

“Who the hell is that?”

“Me, Bitch,”

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[zairapvrker]

like it was before // tom holland pt. 3

Here goes part three!

Warnings: none.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4

So you just smiled, enjoying the moments with him before everything went downhill once again.

«She would tackle you as soon as she saw you» you bittersweetly remembered how she would do it every time she saw Tom. «I’m actually here to buy somethings for her birthday»

He glanced down in your cart, seeing the candles that spelled a sixteen and a few decorations.

«It’s in a few days, isn’t it?» he suddenly remembered.

You sadly smiled, a little disappointed, while nodding; he remembered hers but not yours.

«Happy birthday sweetie!» I groaned as my mom loudly made her way through my room, opening the curtains and letting the light in. Of course it had to hit my eyes.

«Could you close that?» I asked, my voice groggy.

«Honey, you have to get up it’s almost eleven» she said rather sternly.

«First of all, what did I say about using my apartment keys just for emergencies?» I asked as I sat up. «And secondly, it’s Saturday for God’s sake let me sleep»

She looked at me now with a hint of sadness - understanding that my bad mood couldn’t just be caused by her waking me up - as she sat down beside me.

She took her hand in mine, giving it a light squeeze. «He didn’t call, did he?» she asked softly as I slowly shook my head.

She sighed trying to make me look at her once again. «He’s probably really busy, if he told you he would call he will-»

«That’s what he always says, mom!» I finally looked at her, my eyes brimming with tears. «He’s either filming, revising lines, at an interview or doing God knows what» I spat out.

Maybe I was being selfish wishing he paid more attention to me, this was his job and I truly wanted him to succeed and finally be recognized for his talent.

But I hadn’t heard of him in weeks, except for a simple reply to a text saying that he would call me for my birthday.

«I don’t want to get in the way of his dream» I sighed resigned, getting up from my bed to go get ready, feeling my mom’s concerned look still on me.

«Yeah, it is» you paused. What could you say now? Ask him to come? That would’ve just been weird. Everyone at home knew about the situation and even though your relationship with the Hollands was still good, you couldn’t have him wandering around like nothing happened.

You already imagined the tense silences and the looks of expectation from your parents.

Absolutely not.

On his side, he wished you would’ve asked him to come. He just wanted to make things right again but he knew you and he knew that it took far more than “sorry” to gain your forgiveness.

And now you were silent, everyone in the aisle gave up on choosing cereals because the two of you were still stuck in front of the shelves, and time seemed to stop.

This gave him time to think. And as you were desperately trying to escape his gaze - but couldn’t - he remembered the times he was away and thought about the day you finally crossed his mind - after you hadn’t for a while - and of all the things he saw in these places far away from home that reminded him of you or that you would’ve liked.

He thought of how you were always on his mind but he had already screwed up so bad he couldn’t just come back out of nowhere.

He thought of how you showed him what love was.

Through your many years of friendship there was not a time you weren’t there for him. For all he needed he knew he could run to you and you would’ve listened to everything he had to say and share, taking him in with open arms and open heart.

He still remembered the day he realized he was falling for you.

«Y/N!» I basically screamed as I barged into her room, finding her seated at her desk and probably working on an assignment.

«Tom you have to stop doing that!» she yelled surprised as she spun her chair around, facing me.

A light smile formed on my face as I saw her surprised face. Focus, Tom.

«I need you to help me revise these lines» I started explaining, plopping down on her bed. «I need to record the audition tape and send it within the next three hours»

«Have you gone completely insane?» she gasped standing up. «Three hours is not enough!» I could see the genuine worry in her eyes, suddenly my problem was one of her own.

«We need to get started, now» she yanked me up from her bed and took the script from my hands. «What do I need to read?»

I watched her skim through the pages, trying to find a mark or a sign of the lines we needed to rehearse.

It didn’t take much for me to get lost in her. She was frowning lightly and was now turning the pages at the speed of light. Her eyes held a focused look as she almost hopelessly searched for something. A warm, fuzzy feeling bloomed in my chest and I couldn’t quite ignore the rush of blood that ran to my cheeks - caused only by her proximity.

I almost let it slip - you’re beautiful - but I was soon awakened from my staring by her fingers snapping right in front of my eyes.

«I know I’m Ms. Universe, Holland, but we have no time for that now» there was a small teasing smile tugging at her lips but she didn’t let it show.

Feeling my face heat up even more - Did I just really say that out loud?! - I took the script from her and showed her the lines, starting to rehearse them.

Two hours passed by rather quickly before we started filming from her laptop and sent the tape half an hour before the deadline.

We laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling quietly.

It was now or never.

I cleared my throat before speaking, taking a big breath.

«I, uhm, I really-» but unfortunately she never knew what I was about to say.

«Dinner is ready kids!» her mom called from downstairs.

Maybe it was better this way after all.

And he wished it all hadn’t ended because he decided to be an idiot.

«I was an idiot» once again he just spatted it out. Your head shoot up to look at him.

«W-What?» you asked taken aback. Of course you knew he had been but why was he acknowledging it?

He didn’t say anything else. He just picked up everything that was in your cart and put it in his, grasping your hand and leading you to the check out.

Part 4

[levi-ish]

Breakfast and Runaways | 2

Summary: After a big night out, you find yourself in a complicated scenario; laying on a strangers bed.

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sex, language.

A/N: Hi there, since you guys asked too much about a second part, I decided to turn this into a small series, and I’m also opening a tag list. If you want to become a part of that, let me know.

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Masterlist

You stared at the man right in front of you with eyes wide open, not daring to blink or look down, even though it was such a temptation — I mean, have you seen that V-line? 

“Actually” you shifted the weight of your body to the other leg, trying to lean into the wall in a cooler way, almost falling and regaining your composure immediately. “I’m in a rush right now.”

“Really?” The man arched one of his eyebrows and smirked slightly, being cooler than you without even trying. He must have been drunk as fuck to sleep with me, right?!

“Yeah! Totally!” You snapped and looked away, your focus being painfully placed anywhere far from his sweatpants, or abs, or jaw, or him. “And if you could give me my phone back, I would be thankful.”

Even without looking at him, you could feel his gaze burning into you, making you remember flashes from last night and the same sensation of interlaced fingers while your bodies melted into one, being molded from the start to the end, not like a race, but like the warm feeling of being blessed with covers in a warm night — with the exception being that he was your cover that night. 

“I have a better idea.” His back now found the door frame and he crossed his arms, covering part of those abs (and you thanked him for that). “I’m in a rush right now, so what do you say about a dinner tonight?”

Again, your eyes widened at his suggestion, accentuated by his raspy-voice. “W-What?”

“A dinner, love. Haven’t you ever heard of those?” He grinned at you, making you feel even more ashamed than before. “Since you don’t want breakfast, I can cook you another meal.”

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to go out with him — you could assure anybody that it wasn’t a problem, at all — but the fact that you slept with that guy one night after meeting him in a bar was getting on your way. You always felt like you had to meet people you wanted to date on places where you could talk about each other, the same old getting to know you shit, make jokes or even fall at silence for a bit, just enjoying each others company. 

And with Tom was different, since you met him in a bar, drank three cocktails and were attacking each others mouths without a second thought. 

“I-I have work almost every night, and— “

“Almost.” He interrupted you.

“What?”

“You said almost.”

You rolled your eyes and bit on your lower lip. “—The nights I don’t work I use to study for...”

“College, you already told me.” He smirked again, showing those pearl-whites while exhibiting the expression of pure sass. “Also, you told me that you are always free on Mondays since your boss hates them.”

Fuck my drunk self. 

“Why do you want to go out with me so badly?” You asked, slapping yourself mentally. Really?

The man took a minute to analyze you. You followed those brown orbs going from your hips, where his fingers touch still feel like burning, to your chest, where his mouth explored every inch, worshiping your skin with so much passion, to your lips, where his attacked without even thinking of the consequences, and, then, he stepped closer, turning the gap between you almost non-existent. 

Now, your faces were so close to each other that you felt his breath fanning over your lips in a slight motion, warming your cheeks and making your heart feel like falling from your chest. You didn’t dare to look him in the eyes, because you knew that, that way, he could see into you and get into your mind, controlling your thoughts, not only your body. 

“Tomorrow, at eight. Dress nice.” He whispered and your eyes fell to his lips, moving so slow that you had to hold yourself from attacking them.

You can’t let him win this round.

With a quick sight, you regain your composure and stood as tall as you could, showing him confidence in every inch of your body and movements you made. Crossing your arms over your chest, you arched one of your eyebrows and licked your lips slowly. Two can play this game. 

“What if I don’t show up?”

He got a little closer, knowing what you were doing. “Then you’ll have to wait and see.”

Without any addiction, the man put your cellphone on your hand, stepped back and closed the door behind him, leaving you all alone in the hallway. What the fuck was that?

“He sounds dreamy.” Ceci sipped on her mug while closing her eyes.

Your threw your legs in the air, letting them hang against the counter and balancing your weight between your arms. The look you gave the girl was harsh, but, yet, she didn’t care. “Did you listen to everything I just say?”  

“You talk too much, I just chose which part I wanted to hear and started to think about the assignments I haven’t done yet.” You kicked the girl playfully and joined her into giggling. 

“I’m serious! I don’t now what to do.”

“Maybe go out with him. You have already seen him naked, so what’s the problem?” She put her mug down, staring at you while licking away the coffee that stained her upper lip. 

“That’s the problem. Every time I look at him I remember him being naked.” 

“I’m just saying that it’s not a problem to go out with him when you have already been on him.”

“Remind me again why we are friends.” You jumped off the counter and rolled your eyes with full force.

“Because you love me and you know I’m right” she smiled and left the room to wash the mug. 

You wouldn’t admit, but she was actually right. You didn’t have to worry so much, and still, there you were, thinking about everything and every detail, even knowing that it wasn’t necessary. So what? You guys slept together. Be a grown up and deal with it. You felt like a teenager all over again, and now, your face was red from all the slapping-yourself-mentally. It was almost eight pm and you were still in your pajamas, arguing with yourself whether you would go out with Tom or not. 

Until adrenaline rushed into your veins and you went to your bathroom, showering quickly, deciding that you would go. And that was final. 

Dress nice. You reminded his words and smirked to yourself. Honey, you don’t know what’s coming for you.

You found your burgundy dress hidden in your closet, put on the last hanger since you never used that — since you preferred the sweats on daily basis. You paired that up with your black knee boots. You blow-dried your hair quickly and let it loose over your shoulders, putting only a small bit of makeup and picking up your handbag and your black button overcoat. 

You only forgot a small fact that could change everything; you didn’t know his address.

Looking over your cellphone, you decided to see if you could find anything about the guy, anything that you might have added while drunk; and you found something, but it wasn’t added by you, since he put his contact with the name “Booty call patrol (Tom)”. Rolling your eyes, you clicked on the icon and texted him asking for his address. In a minute, he texted back, and you inhaled deeply, grabbing your car keys.

When you had passed through the elevator, you found his apartment door and knocked twice, waiting while fiddling with your fingers nervously, trying not to think too much about it. 

You heard noise inside the door and furrowed your brows, trying to figure out what might have happened in there, until the figure of Tom appeared right in front of you. A gasp escaped from your mouth instantly.

Tom was wearing a long sleeved maroon button-up shirt with black trousers and boots. His hair was gelled back and a rebel strand of hair hung around his forehead — it could be used as a metaphor; he was the forehead and you were the strand of hair who didn’t want to stay away from him.

“You look marvelous, love” again with the pet name that made you almost melt in place. 

“Thanks” you twitched your lips, trying to shape them into a small smile. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

He giggled lightly, his voice sounding as soft as silk. The man offered a hand. “Shall we?”

You nodded and took it, being guided by him into the apartment you were in such a hurry to get out two days before. Tom turned you around and his hands hooked around your coat collar, slightly touching the skin on your neck, making chills run down your spine. 

He walked over a coat rack and hung the coat there, turning around again while sliding his hands down his shirt in an attempt of adjusting it. 

“Since you are a little early, dinner is not finished yet” he said and pointed the counter behind him. “Could you wait for a bit, darling?”

“Sure” you said and sat down on a red stool, resting your elbows over the marble surface on the counter. “Do you need help? I’m not a good cook, but I can chop some veggies.”

“Don’t worry, (Y/N). Tonight i’ll take care of everything.”

“Are you sure you don’t need me to do anything?” You asked again, trying to use the manners you were taught to. 

“Perhaps do me?” He turned around and smirked, making you blush immediately. “I’m kidding, love. Do you want wine?”

You froze for a few seconds, clenching your tights together to relieve some friction while you were almost screaming and running away again. You only knew this man for two days and he already had a spell on you.

“S-Sure.” You nodded and he picked up two glasses from the cabinet and a bottle of wine from the small cellar, checking on it and opening quickly.

“Do you know that Pinot Noir has aphrodisiac properties?” His eyes were focused on the liquid pouring from the bottle to the glass, fulfilling it in such a quick yet satisfying motion. 

After that, he lifted up his glass and you did the same, offering you a toast, and you did, sipping on the wine right away. 

“So... what do you do?” You asked him, lowering your glass. 

The man shifted his posture and inclined his head a bit. “What do you mean?”

“Work and stuff. You know a whole lot about me but I don’t know anything about you.”

He furrowed his brows. “You don’t know me?”

“Should I?”

“Actually, I—”

Before he could say anything, you heard a noise approaching you, similar to a...

“A dog!” You jumped off the stool and kneeled on the floor, petting the dog on it’s head and playing with it’s tummy when she turned around. “What’s her name?”

“Oh, this is my princess, Tessa” he answered while kneeling right next to you, caressing the dog’s fur. “For what I can see, she likes you.” 

“I love dogs” you told him and your eyes left Tessa to find Tom’s brown ones.

You could see a lot in those eyes — what he was feeling, trying to say or not saying anything at all — just by analyzing carefully. You felt like you were naked again, but not in a carnal way, but in a way that you could see his soul, not hiding underneath layers of concealment. 

He smiled at you. Now, it wasn’t another smirk, like the ones before, but it was a nice and innocent smile. Just like the ones you used to wear whenever you felt that something was right.

What you didn’t know, was that Tom was thinking the same thing.

TAGLIST:  @yxxnjae @penisprkr @thegirlofgardenias @fesslasuisse @imhereforthewaffles

[oftruths]

i can promise you that.

Word Count: 1,798

Pairing(s): Tom Holland x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, slight swearing

Summary: Reader is an actress who is cast in the second Spiderman film. While filming, Reader’s boyfriend admits some harsh news right before an emotional scene between Peter and Reader’s character. Tom notices that something is wrong and eventually comforts and cheers her up. This is somewhat platonic but can really be taken any way. Mostly angst but some really cute fluff

Notes: In light of the new Spiderman movie that is coming out in like, two days, here’s a little thing that I’ve been thinking of. I might do a small follow up one shot if you guys want! Feedback is super appreciated, too. Enjoyyy! 

PART TWO

"Sorry babe, I had to do a scene but I should be free for the next hour or so. Facetime?" 

 "Sure." 

 You excitedly pulled the phone away from your face and pressed the 'Facetime' button, your boyfriends face quickly popping up on the screen. 

 "Hi there, stranger!" you called out enthusiastically. 

 His expression, not quite matching yours, replied with a sombre, "Hey." 

 "Is everything alright?" 

You had been away from your hometown for months. Ever since you had been casted in the second Spiderman film as (Y/C/N), the new girl at Midtown High, your normal life had slowly disappeared. You couldn’t lie, everything was absolutely amazing. You and your cast mates clicked immediately and the perks that came with being in a Marvel movie were almost endless. 

Your boyfriend was still around, though. The two of you had made the effort to make this long distance thing work and so far, it had. You took every chance you had to fly home and see him and there was only a month left of filming. Soon enough, you'd be home in each others arms.

“I...” he let out a sigh. “No, it’s not, (Y/N).”

Your heart skipped a beat in anticipation. Oh no. You knew that tone. Of course relationships don’t always work out but you thought that yours had been going so well. Did you miss something? Did you do something? ....did he do something?

“What’s going on?” you said after a moment of silence.

“I don’t want to sugarcoat this... but I know you’ve been under a lot of stress now that filming is wrapping up pretty soon so I don’t really know how to say it...” he sighed. “I can’t do this anymore, (Y/N). You’re just gone all the damn time and there’s this girl--”

“Wait, what?” you cut him off with a deadly whisper. “Have you been... seeing other people?” 

The silence coming from the other end told you everything. Your eyes became glassy as tears threatened to spill upon your cheeks. You set the phone down as you leaned on a table that was in your trailer. A million things were running through your mind but you just couldn’t believe that someone you had put so much trust in could just turn around and screw you over like that. 

“(Y/N), please. Listen to me for a--”

A knock could be heard from the door of the trailer and in came Tom Holland, looking as smiley as ever as he waved off someone he was talking to before giving his attention to you.

“Hey (Y/N/N), they told me to tell you to come down to the costume trailer...” he gave you a confused look. “Are you okay?”

“Who is that?” your boyfriend, well, now ex-boyfriend, called from the phone. 

You snatched the device and quickly ended the call before pressing the palms of your hands to your eyes. “Just dandy,” you lied before hopping off the table and uncovering your eyes. “Sorry, what did you need?”

“Lunch is over in about half an hour and we’re starting off with a scene between the two of us. They asked me to come get you,” Tom explained, not quite believing the fake composure you were putting on.

“Alright, thanks. I’ll be over in a minute.” You flashed him a smile as he returned it and quietly left your trailer. 

A giant sigh left your lips while you gathered everything you needed. Your phone was going off with text messages from your ex before you aggressively turned it off altogether. You were holding up well but it wouldn’t be long before all of your bottled emotions would explode and create a shit show. Until then, you swiped up your water bottle as you hastily left your trailer and headed for the costume trailer. 

“Okay so, for this scene, (Y/C/N) just watched her older brother die much like how it was for Peter and Uncle Ben. Her and Peter had made plans to work on their history project together and he finds her crying, right?” the director asked, just making sure you were still with her. 

You nodded even though you would rather be in your trailer, maybe eating a tub of ice cream and maybe crying on Zendaya’s shoulder but no. You refused to be unprofessional so here you were -- clad in an oversized sweater, hair thrown up in a strategically messy bun with waterproof mascara coating your eyelashes.

“Awesome,” she said with a smile. “And I want it to be raw. Don’t worry about what you look like because we’re not looking for pretty crying where there are a few tears before you throw yourself on the bed. I want the real kind where your eyes feel like they’re going to explode and your lips are stuck in this perpetual frown and everything just hurts, you know?

You took a deep breath before your lips quirked up in a sort of half grin. “Got it,” you said before taking your spot on the set. 

You leaned on side of your characters bed and pulled one of your knees up to your chest and the other leg laid straight as you held a pillow in your arms. The props people set crumpled up tissues around your body but you didn’t pay them any mind as you got into character. 

“Quiet on the set!” the director yelled. 

You couldn’t even think of what (Y/C/N) was going through. Your mind kept wandering back to what had happened only an hour ago. You couldn’t help but get angry, not only at your ex but also at yourself for believing that this long distance relationship could even work. It didn’t take very long for the tears to come rushing back to your face and this time, you just let go. 

The thoughts and voices in your mind became too overwhelming as you felt your cheeks becoming wet. Your face bunched up as you tried to hold back a sob but you did not prevail as you let out a cry while throwing the pillow across the room. Noises and sniffles came from your throat as you clawed at the collar of your sweater. You had completely forgotten you were filming a movie until you heard a door creak open. 

“Mom, I-I really don’t w-want...” you said before turning your head and stopping your words. “P-Peter. I... oh god.”

You scrambled up to your feet before picking up the tissues that littered the floor and threw them in the trash. You wiped your tears with the sleeve of your sweater, not quite sure what to do with him standing in front of you. “W-What... What are you doing here?” 

“Your um, dad let me up. I said we had a history project to do but then he told me... yeah. I just wanted to know if you were okay. --i mean, of course you’re not okay but i-it.. it gets better, I promise,” he said. 

Your hand balled up into a fist at his words. “How the hell would you know?” you angrily questioned. “How do you know what it feels like to lose your brother? Your best friend? Someone who shouldn’t have even died in the first place?” you snarled. “You don’t get to come into my room just to try and feed me lies, Peter! You can’t help me. No one can. He’s gone and he’s not coming back,” your voice broke as you started to cry again.

 “Just leave.” 

Peter was dumbstruck as you got angrier. “Leave,” you whispered once more as you watched him stride towards you and pull you into his chest. “Leave, leave, leave...” you sobbed as he held you tighter. 

You slowly gave up as your body shook. Peter led you to your bed and held you as you cried, rubbing his hands up and down your arms and back in an effort to soothe you. 

“That’s where you’re wrong, (Y/C/N),” he spoke, tucking your head under his chin. “My parents were taken from me when I was a really small kid. And that really sucked. Hell, I barely remember them. Then I started living with Aunt May and Uncle Ben and they basically became my parents, you know? I loved -- love them.... and next thing you know, Uncle Ben died. Everyone keeps telling me to this day that it wasn’t my fault and I never believed them. I still don’t. Not really, anyway,” Peter let out a shuddered sigh.

“The point is... I didn’t let any of that stop me from... being who I am today. If anything, it made me want to be a.. good person, even more. All of this sadness and hurt that you’re feeling right now? It won’t ever really go away but you learn to live with it. And it’ll be okay. Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow and maybe not in a few months but it will. I can promise you that.”

Your tears had subsided as you listened to Peter’s speech. Somewhere in the midst of it all, the two of you had laid yourselves on the bed with your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you. The actress in you knew that the cameras were still rolling but you couldn’t help but find comfort in those words. You shifted your position before giving Peter a light squeeze and snuggling into his side. 

“Thanks,” you whispered, staring off into the distance. 

“No problem.”

The camera stayed on the both of you for a moment before panning to the window that led to a green screen.

“And cut! (Y/N) and Tom that was absolutely incredible. Let’s reset, do a few more takes and we’ll call it a day for this scene!” 

You closed your eyes for a brief moment before pushing off of Tom and sitting on the edge of the bed, your back facing all the cameras and lights. 

“Are you sure that you’re okay?” Tom asked, draping an arm over your shoulders. 

You shook your head before he pulled you into a hug. “He cheated on me,” you whispered into his shoulder. 

“I’m gonna kill him,” your co-star growled in which you let out a laugh. 

“It’s fine,” you said, pulling away and looking into his beautiful brown eyes. “I think I’m gonna be okay,” you sighed. “I mean, I’m filming this awesome movie on this phenomenal set with crazy talented people,” your hand reached up to cup the side of his neck as a soft smile was placed on your lips. 

“Why mope around when I have people like Peter Parker?”

Tom grinned before leaning forward and kissing your forehead. His lips lingered there for a moment before he nudged your heads together. “And me,” he pointed out. 

“Yeah, you too.”