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mirrorball-leclerc · 8 months ago

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the blue - part ten

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LAS VEGAS 2023

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ivy is adjusting well to the travel life well. pov: you've just had a rundown by lando norris on how charles is slowly losing his mental stability. don't worry! he's fine! still mentally stable but on his last limb polite cat oscaroo strikes again! photo from this morning's travels

tom holland okay, you guys can't be mad at me..

max verstappen thomas i swear to god- logan sargeant if this spider-bitch says harrison tagged along, we are not responsible for yuki. tom holland okay, well, i guess i'll die.

yuki tsunoda YOUR SISTER CRIED ON STAGED BECAUSE OF HIM! AND YOU JUST BROUGHT HIM ALONG??

sam holland i told him not too but he said, and i quote, "he's my best friend. i can't just not bring him." lando norris YOU COULD NOT BRING HIM?

george russell he's going to get killed.

charles leclerc we won't be responsible for yuki or max.

max verstappen i can take him

zendaya there is too much testosterone here

amelia holland OH I HAVE A SOLUTION!

amelia holland added 4 people

lily muni he why?

amelia holland you try saying anything against the zendaya alexandra saint mleux valid. very valid.

george russell how did you get my girlfriend's number?

carmen mundt someone was very drunk after her show in london that he forgot i was with him

pierre gasly you fucking idiot

kika gomes said the idiot to the other idiot

pierre gasly how am i an idiot?

esteban ocon you tried to "out spider-man" tom last week when you were drunk. charles leclerc and you almost ran into oncoming traffic. daniel ricciardo if it weren't for me you'd be dead.

lily muni he why were we added?

alex albon TOM INVITED HARRISON TO VEGAS!

kika gomes well that's stupid.

alexandra saint mleux your sister cried because of him?

tom holland you don't get it! he was sad and i can't say no to him! he's my best friend! i will get him to apologize to amelia.

amelia holland i'm not talking to him. i have nothing to talk to him about.

oscar piastri he's a dickhead. he's never going to apologize.

lando norris oscar jack piastri, cursing? that's a new one. someone call sky sports!

logan sargeant you're talking about the guy who grew up with mark webber. he's said worse. trust me.

oscar piastri shut up?

harry holland YOU INVITED THE SECOND STRING LOSER?

kika gomes fitting name. lily muni he it's what she called him in a song. i guess it stuck. zendaya he deserves it

harry holland thomas, we are having words.

sam holland and i'm calling paddy.

tuwaine oh shit just got real.

ameliaholland vegas, baby!

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landonorris when will i get a post for myself? i'm the best friend?

↳ ameliaholland when you finally get a race win...

↳ landonorris i hate you

username amelia holland, certified oscar piastri simp

tomholland2013 can't believe you ditched us to hang out with oscar

↳ ameliaholland can't believe you invited apple.

↳ lilymhe she's right thomas. how could you.

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↳ charles_leclerc traitor

↳ yukitsunoda0511 liar.

↳ tomholland2013 I GET IT!

↳ ameliaholland but do you?

↳ francesca.cgomes clearly he doesn't.

username what on earth is happening in the comments?

username i don't know but they're all upset with tom

username amelia instagram is all just pictures of oscar

↳ username she's in love! let's leave her alone!

↳ username oh don't get me wrong. i love it. it's adorable

amelia holland max invited us out before free practice tomorrow and after the opening ceremony

tom holland I'M GAME!

zendaya sounds like fun.

sam holland count me in!

tuwaine a chance to party with the max verstappen and daniel ricciardo, count me in!

harry holland i'm in

harrison osterfield i don't think your friends like me very much

amelia holland they don't but max said to invite you anyways. something about water under the troll?

amelia holland i think he meant water under the bridge?

amelia holland pierre also said something about second string loser buying the first round of drinks.

harrison osterfield alright. i'll go

amelia holland you can leave if you feel uncomfortable at any point

harrison osterfield okay

ABU DHABI 2023

ameliaholland in honor of the end of the 2023 season, i give you one final photo dump.

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oscarpiastri 🧡🧡

↳ ameliaholland 🧡🧡

username mama y papa!!

charles_leclerc this is charles leclerc erasure!

↳ alex_albon i agree this is erasure of the most important people in her life!

↳ ameliawinters as opposed to my boyfriend and brother?

↳ georgerussell63 of course!

username i need to find someone who looks at me the way oscar looks at amelia.

lilymhe not enough amelia content. 3/10.

↳ ameliaholland i'm sorry love, i'll do better next time.

yukitsunoda0511 0/10 no yuki content. every photo dump must include a picture of me.

↳ ameliaholland apologizes yuki. i'll include one next time.

harrisonosterfield where is the cat's seatbelt??

↳ oscarpiastri she said she didn't need one.

↳ harrisonosterfield you're being a very irresponsible father mr.piastri

↳ oscarpiastri i am simply listening to what my daughter wants mr.osterfield

↳ username talk about a friendship i never saw coming

username and to think we started the season with single oscar and we're ending it with oscar dating THE amelia holland!!

username ivy lives a better life than me.

username they're giving high school sweethearts.

username your honor, i love them

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¡leclerc-s speaks! in case you couldn't tell, i don't how to end stories, so this is my attempt at one. i definitely didn't procrastinate this because i didn't want to be finished with this story. not at all. but stick around and wait for the bonus chapters because this story isn't quite over yet.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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thollandsgirl2013 · 18 days ago

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Thank you so very much for doing my last request when I saw the post I was so excited to read it!!! If it's not too much trouble, could you do another one where Tom (who is the designated driver) and the reader and some of their friends are at a pub quiz one night and there is a guy who tries to come onto and touch on the reader and tom (who has a big crush on the reader) gets mad and goes into protective mode plzzz 😊

Not really happy with how it turned out. It could have been better. I hope you like it 😶

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐳

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → fluff, drunk guy

Summary → At a pub quiz, Tom protects you from a drunk guy, later on confesses his feelings.

The pub buzzed with energy as you and the gang settled into your usual spot near the corner, a cozy booth that offered just the right mix of privacy and visibility. The monthly pub quiz had become a cherished tradition among you, Tom, Harry, Harrison, Tuweine, Sam, and Sam’s girlfriend, Clark. The seven of you made an unbeatable team, though the friendly debates over trivia answers often turned into playful chaos.

“Alright, team!” Harry said, smacking the table as the first round’s questions were announced. “We’ve got this. No stupid answers this time, Harrison.”

“I wasn’t stupid last time!” Harrison retorted, indignant. “The question was ambiguous.”

“Mate, it was ‘What’s the capital of France,’” Sam deadpanned, earning a laugh from everyone at the table.

You caught Tom grinning as he leaned back in his chair, sipping from a bottle of non-alcoholic beer. His brown curls were slightly messy, and his soft smile made your chest feel warm. Tom had been sober for two years now, a decision he’d made that he's really proud of. It hadn’t changed much about your nights out, except that he always drove you all home—and refused to let you forget it.

As the quiz carried on, you felt the urge to grab another drink. You nudged Tom’s shoulder as you stood. “Want anything from the bar?”

“Nah, I’m good, love,” he replied, his voice warm and familiar. “But don’t take too long. We need you for the next round.”

You chuckled, giving him a mock salute. “Yes, boss.”

At the bar, you ordered your drink and leaned against the counter, tapping your fingers idly as the bartender started to mix it. The pub was packed tonight, and the energy felt almost tangible, a buzzing current of chatter, laughter, and clinking glasses.

“Hey there,” a voice interrupted your thoughts.

You turned to find a man standing uncomfortably close, a cocky grin plastered across his face. His slightly slurred words and the beer in his hand told you he’d had more than a few drinks.

“Did it hurt?” He asked, smirking.

“Excuse me?” you replied, confused.

“When you fell from heaven.” He leaned in closer, his breath reeking of alcohol.

You forced an awkward smile, shifting away slightly. “Can you not please? I’m just waiting for my drink.”

The bartender was taking forever, and you felt your stomach twist uncomfortably as the guy continued to talk ignoring your comment.

“You here alone? Because a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be.”

Your gaze darted to your table, hoping someone would notice. As if on cue, you caught Tom’s sharp eyes locking onto yours. His playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a look of pure concern—and anger.

The guy reached out, brushing his fingers against your arm. “How about I keep you company?”

“Don’t touch me,” you said firmly, stepping back. But before you could say more, the man grabbed your wrist.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Don’t be like that—”

“Let. Go. Of. Her.”

The voice was calm, low, and terrifyingly controlled. You turned your head to see Tom standing behind the man, his jaw clenched, his fists tight at his sides.

“Who the hell are you?” The guy slurred, sizing Tom up.

“Her best friend,” Tom said evenly, his hand darting out to grab the guy by the collar. “And I swear to God, if you don’t back off, I’ll—”

“Tommy!” You grabbed his arm, your voice cutting through the tension. “Stop it. It’s not worth it.”

Tom hesitated, his chest heaving with barely restrained fury. Slowly, he released the guy, shoving him back a step. “If I see you near her again,” he growled, “you’ll regret it.”

The guy muttered something under his breath but quickly staggered off when Tom took a menacing step forward.

Tom turned to you, his expression softening immediately. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, though your hands were still shaking. “I’m fine. Thanks to you.”

“C’mere.” He placed a hand gently on your back, guiding you to a quieter corner of the pub. “What the hell happened?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. “He just came out of nowhere and wouldn’t leave me alone.”

Tom’s hand dropped to yours, squeezing lightly. “I shouldn’t have let you go alone.”

“Tom, stop,” you said softly, meeting his worried gaze. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You came when I needed you.”

His thumb brushed over your knuckles, his eyes searching yours. “If anyone ever makes you uncomfortable like that again, you come to me immediately, okay? I don’t care where I am or what I’m doing. Just—just come to me.”

“I promise,” you said, offering a small smile.

“Good.” He sighed, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. “Now, let’s get back to the table before Haz tries to answer something ridiculous again.”

As you walked back, Tom kept his hand on your back, a protective presence you hadn’t realized how much you needed until now. When you sat down, the group immediately noticed the shift in his mood.

“Everything okay?” Harry asked, glancing between the two of you.

Tom nodded, his arm still resting on the back of your chair. “Yeah. Just dealt with a jerk. Nothing to worry about.”

You smiled at Tom, grateful beyond words. As the quiz continued, you felt his presence beside you, steady and reassuring.

And when he looked over at you, his eyes soft and filled with unspoken emotions, you wondered if maybe, just maybe, there was more to your friendship than either of you had dared to admit.

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The drive home was calm, the hum of the car engine the only consistent sound amid the occasional murmurs from the boys in the back seat. Tom’s hands gripped the steering wheel as he glanced at you, fast asleep in the passenger seat. The faint glow of streetlights danced across your peaceful face, and his heart squeezed.

“You’re so whipped, mate,” Harrison whispered, smirking as he leaned forward from the back seat.

“Shut up,” Tom muttered, his eyes fixed on the road, though the heat creeping up his neck betrayed him.

“Come on, Tom,” Harry chimed in, his voice dripping with mischief. “You nearly decked a guy for her tonight. If that doesn’t scream I’m in love with my best friend, I don’t know what does.”

“I was protecting her,” Tom defended, his voice low but firm. “That guy was out of line.”

“Sure, that’s all it was,” Tuweine added, his tone teasing. “And the way you kept your arm around her all night? Completely platonic, right?”

Tom’s jaw tightened. He didn’t want to argue, especially not while you were sleeping just a few inches away. He risked another glance at you, his chest tightening again at how serene you looked.

“Tom,” Harrison pressed, leaning forward even more. “When are you going to tell her?”

“Tell her what?” Tom replied, feigning ignorance.

“Don’t play dumb,” Harry said, grinning. “You’ve been in love with her for ages. Literally everyone knows. Even Sam’s girlfriend clocked it within five minutes of meeting you.”

Tom groaned, running a hand through his curls. “I can’t just… tell her, okay? What if it ruins everything? What if she doesn’t feel the same way?”

“Oh, she feels the same way,” Harrison said knowingly.

“Wait, how do you know that?” Tom asked, his voice a mix of hope and panic.

“Mate, she looks at you like you’re her favorite person in the world,” Tuweine said, sitting up straighter. “The way she lights up when you talk, how she always saves the seat next to her for you, she would punch us if we try to take it. It’s obvious.”

Tom hesitated, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel. “But what if you're wrong?” He murmured.

“Tom,” Harry said gently, leaning forward to rest a hand on Tom’s shoulder. “You’ll never know unless you take the risk. She deserves to know how you feel. And if anyone can make it work, it’s you two.”

Tom didn’t respond immediately, his mind racing. He glanced at you again, your head leaning slightly against the window. The thought of confessing his feelings filled him with equal parts excitement and terror.

“You’re overthinking it,” Harrison added, breaking the silence. “Just tell her. You’ll feel better once it’s out in the open.”

Tom sighed, shaking his head. “You lot are relentless, you know that?”

“Only because we care,” Harry said with a cheeky grin.

The boys chuckled, leaning back in their seats and giving Tom a moment of quiet. But their words lingered, echoing in his mind as he drove.

By the time they reached the house, Tom had made up his mind.

“Tom?” Harrison whispered as they all got out of the car, leaving you still asleep in the passenger seat.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t chicken out.”

Tom shot him a look but didn’t argue. He opened your door gently, crouching down to tap your shoulder softly.

“Hey, love,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “We’re here.”

You stirred, blinking up at him sleepily. “Already?”

“Yeah.” He offered a soft smile, his heart flipping as you rubbed your eyes and yawned.

Tom helped you out of the car, his hand lingering on your arm for a moment longer than necessary. As the others walked ahead, giving you some space, Tom took a deep breath.

“Y/N, can I tell you something?” He asked, his voice hesitant.

You looked up at him, your eyes still slightly bleary but full of trust. “Of course. What’s up?”

Tom hesitated, his pulse pounding. But then he thought about everything the boys had said, about how much you meant to him, and how much he wanted you to know.

“I—” He stopped, running a hand through his curls. “I think… I think you’re amazing, I-I love you. And I need you to know that.”

You tilted your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Well, I love you too, Tom.”

“No, I mean…” He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “I think I’m in love with you, Y/N. Actually, I know I am.”

Your eyes widened, and for a moment, Tom felt like the ground might swallow him whole. But then you smiled—a real, bright, heart-stopping smile—and his breath caught.

“It’s about time,” you said softly, stepping closer. “Because I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you too.”

Tom stared at you, his heart soaring. “Wait—really?”

“Really,” you confirmed, laughing at his stunned expression.

Tom didn’t hesitate. He leaned down and kissed you, his lips soft and warm against yours. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that moment.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and he couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.”

You laughed softly, your arms wrapping around his neck. “Well, you can do it as much as you want now.”

Tom chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. “I’m never letting you go, love.”

“Good,” you murmured, leaning into him.

Inside the house, the boys peeked through the curtains, grinning like idiots. Harrison turned to the others, smug. “Told you he’d do it tonight.”

“About time,” Harry muttered, shaking his head with a laugh.

Outside, Tom tightened his hold on you, completely unaware—and completely happy.

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mrjoeshiesty9 · 1 year ago

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W E L C O M E // INSTA AU

Summary; Y/N and Joe have been together for 4 years, way before this LSU days. Y/N has always been there for Joe and suddenly she goes MIA until…..

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lahjay10_ here we go boys!!

User2342 yesyesyes!

User37493 where was y/n?!

↳ user 232 can you just stop looking for her and congratulate the boy?!

bengals this is the new normal 😎

kingjames let’s go!!!!

Mamaburrow so proud of you all! On to the next one!

tombrady see you at the Super Bowl!

User9382 but for real, where was y/n? Where has she been for the last 6 months because?!?!

lahjay10_ back to back baby! We coming for the ring!

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Bengals who dey!!!!

User92384 this is our year boys!

sam_hubbard_ LETS GOOOOOOOO

teehiggins ayeeeee who day nation where are you!

User8173 underdogs who?!

Y/b/f happy birthday to my best friend, my rock, my soulmate. You make everything better 🤍

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Zendaya happy birthday baby! Can’t wait to see you later!

Selenagomez happy birthday gorgeous!

User9342 happy birthday mother!

User29734 it’s the queens birthday!!!

User92382 where have you been girl!?!

User1212 is this a new pic or?! Girl! It’s been 6 months since anybody has seen you!

Y/u/n ✨ birthday shenanigans ✨

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Y/b/f I’m so proud to call you my best friends🤍

Taylorswift happy birthday baby!

Mamaburrow happy birthday ma cherie, know I’m always here for you 🤍

yourmom happy birthday darling, I’m so proud of the person you have become 🤍

User2983 mother?!?!?!?!

User9382 we miss you y/n!!! Happy birthday queen!!!

Bengals happy birthday queen y/n

lahjay10_ happy birthday sis!

Sam_hubbard_ happy birthday lil sis!

User1872 nope, no way they have broke up because, do you all see the comments?

↳ user323232 right?! Mama burrow, ja’marr and sam? Even Bengals?! No way! They’re still together!

User9283 how did the rumors of them breaking up start anyway?!

Joey/nupdates so joe’s family, y/n;s family, bengals family, their friends and other celebs like zendaya, taylor swift, tom holland, kid cudi and more, shared THIS EXACT SAME PICTURE. What is going on!?

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user231 so they’re not separated after all?!?!?

User39 maybe it’s a dinner party for their arc championship guys. chill.

User932 where is this? If anybody knows?

↳ user2 it seems like y/n’s house in Malibu? ↳ user932 didn’t the bengals just play today?!

↳ user2 yeah but I mean….they’re both rich so…..they can easily fly everybody back and forth in 1 day hahah

↳ user232 also, y/n owns a private plane…. So you know….

User9232 this is random but her place is so cute!!!

↳ user838 right?! They’re both pretty private for people who are very much in the spotlight, so little things like these is so nice to see.

joeyb_9 Baby Burrow coming soon.

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Y/u/n this was the hardest secret we had to keep. Thank you joeyb_9 for being the greatest partner anybody could ever ask for. ↳ joeyb_9 I should be thanking you for everything and especially for giving me the best gift ever. I love you my girl. 🤍

↳ y/u/n I love you more 🤍

taylorswift ahhhh! It was so hard keeping this secret! But I love you both so much, auntie Taylor will always be here 🤍

Bengals baby burrow we are ready for you 🤍

Mamaburrow can’t wait to meet the little one 🤍

User2374 SCREAMING

User293842 mother is really a mother now!!! Queen mother!!!!

User02834 I knew it!!!!! i knew they were never broken up this whole time!!!!!!!!

lahjay10_ can’t wait to meet my little bud, gotta start them early

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Joey/nupdates after the announcement that Joe and y/n were expecting (CONGRATULATIONS BY THE WAY) many of their families and friends started posting the gender reveal on their stories. I’m guessing that’s what the dinner thing that they all posted about earlier.

User2342 TEAM BOY!!!

User2384 imagine having a boy and it’s the exact same copy of Joe

↳ user29834 imagine having a girl and it’s the exact same copy of y/n

User92374 this kid gonna be gorgeous that’s for sure.

User0283 the genes!!!! Having the perfect parents!!!

User392 baby burrow!!! Ahhh!!

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Y/u/n my happy boy, so thankful 🙏🏻

joeyb_9 so grateful for you and baby j 🤍 thank you for the best gift ever

Mamaburrow can’t wait to cuddle him!

Yourmom we’ll see you all later! Can’t wait to meet him!

Y/b/f baby j! Cutest baby ever! Auntie will spoil you like crazyyy

User93784 baby j?!?

user9283 I love the privacy but I’m so curious what his name is!

↳ I doubt we’ll know his name until 10 years later hahaha

User3934 this is the cutest thing ever I’m crying

User0210 they really have a baby 😭 so jealous, happy and proud!

a/n: this is my very first fanfic/insta au so... I hope you guys like it. If you want to request anything feel free to do so. I have a few more ideas so hopefully I'll get the chance to start writing them soon. :)

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thollandneedy · 5 months ago

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Photobooth- Tom Holland

A/n: I had this idea for so long, like, not even kidding.

Warnings: Explicit language; hot make out between T.H, Y/n and Z

Summary: Y/n it's tired of the media commeting on her relationship, then she decides to break the internet

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“ Fuck me,” Y/n complains, throwing his cell phone on the armchair next to him in the living room.

The woman put her hands to her face, pulling it down in discontent. It wasn't the first time that the media had tried to destroy her image because she was dating a Hollywood star, who coincidentally is making a movie in which the famous actress Zendaya is taking part. From comments on her Instagram posts to people in the street when they saw her walking with her boyfriend and taking the dogs for a walk. All she heard was: “You're stealing him from her”.

Zendaya and Y/n were friends, and there was no relationship of jealousy or dispute over Holland, but the media always made it seem like they were in a constant fight for the attention of the year's hottest new thing, Thomas Holland.

“What's wrong?” Thomas approaches Y/n with a cup of tea in his hands and his hair in a mess. “It's seven in the morning, love. Let's not have another crisis over the building's wifi.”

“It's not the wifi.” The girl complains. “It's those… ugh.” The frustration is evident in her voice, and then her index finger points to the cell phone lying on the burgundy armchair next to the cream sofa.

The brunette bends down to pick up the cell phone, then reads the news out loud:

“Tom Holland and Zendaya Coleman. Off-screen romance? This afternoon, a photo of the two in a coffee shop in Los Angeles, California, was taken by fans who were present at the scene. According to the interviewees, the couple were talking about building a family and how they should improve their relationship. In 2019, Thomas Holland started dating his childhood best friend, Y/n L/n. Apparently, close sources say that they are going through a crisis in their relationship due to the fact that Holland has not yet asked her to marry him. This would have led to constant fights, and finally, a hidden romance with actress Zendaya Coleman. There has been no statement yet about these photos or the news being spread. Keep an eye out for more news, and leave us a comment on who you're most in love with.”

Thomas lowers his cell phone close to his face, letting a disgruntled grunt come out of the brunette's mouth.

“I didn't mind the comments on my photos before, or even the insults on Twitter, but this is too much!” The woman said dissatisfied, getting up from the sofa and heading towards the double bedroom.

“Love, I'm really sorry.” Holland tries to say. “We were going over the lines from the new movie, which, by the way, talks about building families and so on.” The brunette follows his girlfriend, managing to touch her fingers in an attempt to calm her down somehow.

“I know you were. I'm not suspicious of you, but these tabloids? What do they think I'm doing with my life?” The woman says, abruptly removing her pink pajamas with flowery details. “Fuck!”

“I can talk to my agent. Ask him to take down this report or even block the page for spreading fake news about us, me-” The actor follows her towards the closet.

“This isn't going to end any time soon. Not as long as people think there's a rivalry between the two of us, and you're the meat in the middle. We need something that really impacts people.” The girl opened her drawers, patiently picking out something she could wear to the gym.

“Like what? A text statement about the case. Or if you don't want to show up, I could choose someone to speak for us. Harry or Sam.” Holland tries to take charge of the situation, spreading his arms as a sign of disorientation. “Or we could post a photo together with a cheesy caption.

Y/n rests both hands between the clothes that have ended up in the drawer of gym tops, staring at nothing for a few seconds. The woman lifts her face, relaxing her tense shoulders and finally, having an enlightening moment, replies:

“I already know what I want to do, but you can't be jealous”

(…)

Weekends, for some, were a day of rest from a long day's work. But for the wealthy, it was synonymous with extravagant parties with big names used for networking or just getting a chance with people of great influence. The loud sound of the speakers positioned near the swimming pool of the large mansion meant that even from the water the pulse of the beat could be felt. The number of people started to become countless as soon as the clock struck ten. The various rooms were full of different activities, with the kitchen being the center of drinks and the living room the center of board games along with couples sitting on the sofa.

Thomas was drinking with some work colleagues, while admiring the expensive watches he wanted to buy one day to build a collection. While he seemed distracted, Y/n found himself in a group of women chatting about various subjects, in search of his real target. The brunette actress, with her hazel eyes and divine height, entered the room in a clingy dark blue dress and silver high heels, which didn't seem to affect her posture. Y/n focused his eyes on the actress, silently excusing himself from the women he was talking to and heading towards the brunette. Passing between the guests and the men who stared at her because of her provocative black outfit, Y/n's warm hands found the actress's back, touching it slowly

“Hi, Y/n!” Zendaya smiles as soon as she sees the image of the woman behind her, and greets her with a hug. “What's up? You look stressed.” “I'm fine actually.” Y/n comments, holding a drink in her hand and approaching the woman to say into her ear. “Can we talk in private?”

Zendaya narrows her eyes, with a confused face.

“Why?” The woman asks, only to receive a penetrating look in response.

The brunette decided to leave the conversation and follow in the footsteps of the woman in front of her, who was leading her towards a photo booth, where her boyfriend was already waiting for her, as if something was being planned between the couple. The actress smiled confusedly, sharing a look with Thomas, who was wearing a white dress shirt that showed off his muscles. The actor looked at his girlfriend, who stared at the actress determinedly, even though she was afraid of what she was about to do and ask.

“Did you see the news that came out this week? About our photo in the cafeteria?” Tom asked the woman, who quickly looked at him in confusion.

“Yes, I did. I'd asked them to take it down, but since the content of our conversation wasn't a lie, because we were talking about the script, they can't delete it. It wouldn't be considered fake news, just a double entendre because the teenagers who were watching us didn't know we were talking about the movie.” Zendaya loses her poise, crossing her arms and leaning against the photo booth door.

“I don't want you to take it off the air.” Y/n speaks up, taking a step forward. “I've had enough of all the times I've felt like a complete fraud, where we've all been the targets of lies and what they think we are.” Y/n says, expressing her discontent.

“We don't want to be talked about anymore. And that goes for you too.” Holland says to the actress leaning against the booth.

“Well?” The brunette asks, giving them room to explain what the plan is.

“We want to do worse. Something that's so surprising that it takes them by surprise and no one else will have any arguments to say about us. And I thought maybe we could get involved in something. The three of us.” Y/n approached the two of them, stepping into the middle of the small circle that had formed.

The air became dense, and their gazes hovered with the same density as a wave against the rocks of the sea. This had to end, and it would somehow, now.

“A sex scandal?” Holland frowns, wondering at his girlfriend's suggestive comment.

“I don't know yet. I was hoping you'd have better ideas than me.” Y/n is overcome by a lack of creativity.

Zendaya squints at the spot she was leaning on, and then an idea lights up her mind. The brunette turns away from the black wall and faces the booth, giving a smug smile as soon as it's finally possible to tangibly see what could put an end to all the rumors they've been suffering for the last few months. The brunette catches the eye of the couple who seemed lost, and then one of her hands finds the black velvet curtain used to cover the entrance to the cabin. Y/n silently agrees as soon as he sees the seductive smile of the woman in the blue dress.

Yes

That's what she wanted

Both women enter the cabin already feeling their bodies meeting each other, and then Thomas enters the cabin, closing the curtain behind him. The actors looked at each other as Y/n stood in the middle of them, feeling her breathing get heavier with each warm touch that found the waist of her body and the beginning of her back. The place seemed smaller than usual, and the heat began to become part of the environment they inhabited.

“What's up?” Thomas asks his girlfriend, who just watches him from the corner of her eye, giving a sideways smile in response. “And you?” The brunette stares at the actress who agrees with a somber look, stipulated to face the consequences that could come later.

Y/n touches the glowing screen in front of her, causing her eyes to shine with determination. The warm air of the actors' breathing hit the back of her neck, causing her hair to stand on end and her cheeks to turn redder than usual. Holland's jaw was clenched as he stared at Zendaya with worried eyes, even though she wasn't feeling pressured by the situation. It was all just a new way of getting into trouble while playing with each other. The countdown numbers began to appear on the screen, causing Y/n to turn away from the screen a little in an attempt to take one last look at the actress.

Y/n turns her body towards the actress

The brunette takes a step forward

Their eyes meet and their breaths merge

Their breasts touch

Their lips come together in a wet kiss, as the sound of the camera clicking is heard. Zendaya's tongue slides against Y/n's, letting out a brief moan as she feels her body being pressed against the wall of the small room.

Holland, for his part, gently touches his girlfriend's hip, who then leaves the older actress's kiss and attacks the lips of her boyfriend, who was watching the scene. The kiss quickly deepens, and he can even taste the drink that Zendaya was sipping before talking to both of them. The Brit takes one of his hands to the back of his girlfriend's neck, who grunts softly against the kiss.

Another click

Taking a deep breath after leaving the kiss, he pulls away from both of them, allowing an empty space to remain between the two actors. With a permissive look, Y/n's two hands find the backs of both of their hands in support of the intriguing atmosphere generated. Thomas nodded in agreement, taking a step forward and lowering his eyes to the dress that the brunette wore delicately with its fine linen features. The woman allowed herself to be touched, and finally both wet lips intertwined into one, tasting each other. Zendaya's hands playfully touch Holland's face, while the actor traces a line with his finger down the side of Coleman's waist

Another click

A strand of saliva is shared by both of them as they leave the kiss, and then, as a last shot, the three of them come together in a mixture of flavors and saliva while the photo was being uploaded. He was sloppy, inexperienced and completely dirty. Their lips made slippery sounds, and the sounds they shared were in tune. Their bodies were on fire, and although they hadn't talked about any kind of desire for threesomes, it was something that had certainly crossed their minds as they kissed in a naughty photo. The clicking sound was heard one last time, but the kiss hadn't stopped yet. It was only when the trio's hands began to descend to places beyond what was expected that Y/n leaned against the wall to catch his breath. His chest was heaving, and his lipstick, which had once been only on his mouth, was now down to his chin.

Thomas and Zendaya moved away from each other as soon as they missed Y/n, who stared at them laughing to herself.

“Holy shit” The woman fixed her hair, smiling at the couple in front of her.

“I didn't expect it to be… good.” The Briton said without thinking, causing a deafening silence that was broken by the women's laughter at the embarrassed look.

“Me neither,” Zendaya replied, smiling at the woman in black.

Finally, the sequence of four photos came out in black and white, eliciting a satisfied smile from Y/n. The woman nodded, showing the photo to the couple who also agreed with a drunken laugh.

1 day later

Breaking News! On Sunday morning (23), a photo was posted on Marvel actor @Tomholland2013's Instagram, which shows a sequence of four photos in which he, his girlfriend, Y/N L/N and actress Zendaya Coleman are seen kissing! Y/N L/N and Thomas Holland have been dating since 2019, but there were rumors that Zendaya was the main one in the relationship after fans started to ship the couple after the first “Spider-Man: Homecoming” movie. Sources close to the couple say that Thomas and Zendaya were uncomfortable with the rumors influencing their personal lives, and deny such an affectionate relationship off the set We had the pleasure of catching up with Y/N by phone, and the only thing she allowed us to put into this interview was:

“We're THE motherfucking trio”

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sunkissedpages · 1 year ago

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instead of you [part fifty-eight] || th

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, smut (18+ mdni)

word count: 3.1k

Sam barely bat an eye when you told him where you were going.

“Okay, be safe,” he said as he kicked off his shoes.

That’s it? That’s all he had to say to you? You wanted to ask him just that, but you were afraid of creating another rift between the two of you. Sam had said he wasn’t ready to talk about it so you shouldn’t push, right? But was it wrong to keep leaving like this?

Going back and forth with yourself was only wasting time and Tom was still waiting for you downstairs. Fuck it.

You grabbed a spare room key from the dresser, shoved it in the pocket of your dress, and left without another word before you could change your mind.

Tom was right where you left him, leaning against the wall by the elevator hub. He grinned when he saw you.

“Thought you’d never escape.”

You rolled your eyes at him as you let him lead you through the lobby by the hand. You were still wary of people seeing you together but the lobby was seemingly empty.

“Sam didn’t care. It was me who took forever.”

Tom paused, letting go of your hand as he gave you a concerned once over. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I don’t really want to talk about it. So, where are we going?”

He frowned, but only momentarily, quickly covering it up with a smile. “I- okay, um... remember how you said we don’t do ‘couple stuff’?”

“Yeah?”

“I thought maybe I could take you somewhere where we can do that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m taking you on a date, silly.”

“Really? Where?” When he didn’t answer, you groaned. “You and your stupid surprises.”

“It’s more fun this way and you know it,” he insisted, tugging you along by the hand.

“I like being prepared,” you argued.

He grinned. “So be prepared for a good time.”

The drive wasn’t far at all this time but you were confused when he pulled into a crowded lot. You were even more confused when he didn’t turn off the car or more to get out of it.

You turned to him in confusion. “Tom?”

“Y/n?” he parroted.

“Where are we?”

“We’re on our date.”

“Yes, but where?”

“Did you not see the sign when we turned in?” You shook your head. He grinned. “It’s a drive-in.”

“Really?”

“Why do you think no one’s getting out of their car?”

“I didn’t really notice, to be honest.”

“Too distracted by your hot date?”

You didn’t spare him a reaction. “How’d you find this place?”

“I did some research the other night,” he explained, “when you, you know, we talked about it. I figured this is about as close as we could get to a real date. At least right now.”

“That’s… really thoughtful.”

He shrugged. “Nah, it’s nothing, really.”

“Well I was going to kiss you, but if it’s nothing—”

“No, no. I want the kiss. Give me my kiss.”

You chuckled, relenting as you leaned in. He met you halfway over the center console and kissed you sweetly. It was short but eager, just enough to leave you wanting more.

You had to remind yourself not to get your hopes up. Sure, Tom was showing interest in you now, but what about when this was all over? Would he want to do long-distance? Did he want to date you at all? You had been telling yourself that it was just sex all this time but now you were on a date... but what did it mean? You could just ask but you were scared to ruin the moment, ruin whatever it was that was actually going on.

You’d been asking yourself the same questions for weeks now and the scary thing was, it seemed like Tom was serious about you. He had all but said it outright to you. And here he was taking you on a fucking date. It was you who kept pushing back. You told yourself it was because of Sam, but if you were being honest with yourself that was only half of it. You were afraid of getting hurt. You had never been in a real relationship before for that very reason. Well, that and you liked being single. It seemed favorable considering the dating pool of your university.

“So, what movie are we seeing?” you asked, exhaling deeply to try and physically release the stress you’d been holding.

Tom pursed his lips, making you narrow your eyes in suspicion. “Um, Spider-man: Far From Home.”

“You took me to see your own movie?”

“It’s what they were showing! I had nothing to do with it, like they’re in the middle of a marathon. Last week they showed Spider-man: Homecoming.”

“Seems awfully convenient,” you mused.

“Trust me, I know. I thought I was losing my mind when I looked at their website earlier. But I promise I had nothing to do with it. You really think I’m so tacky I’d take a date to my own film? I mean, if I was going to do that I’d at least start with the first one.”

You made a face. “What do you mean, the first one.”

“Oh, Far From Home is the second in the trilogy.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “We’re not even watching the first one? How am I going to know what’s going on?”

“I’ll tell you! That’s one of the nice things about drive-ins, no one cares if you’re talking through the whole movie. The second one is the best one anyway.”

“Will I be able to follow the plot at all? You know I’ve never even seen a Marvel movie, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I wouldn’t have taken you to a Marvel movie if there was something else playing, but there’s only the one lot. The plot isn’t that complicated, you’ll still be able to enjoy it.”

“If you say so.”

Tom smirked. “I do say so. I think you’ll like it, actually.”

“Oh, you do?”

“Yeah, I hear the lead actor is pretty good-looking.”

You hummed thoughtfully. “Oh yeah, Zendaya is in this, right?”

“Fuck you.”

“I’d rather fuck you,” you quipped. He raised an eyebrow suggestively, making you laugh.

“What are we doing here, then?”

“We’re on our date!”

“But we could leave.”

“I can’t believe you’re trying to get into my pants on the first date,” you scoffed.

“I don’t have to try,” Tom pointed out. “I was already successful before our date. Many times, actually.”

“I was there, you don’t have to remind me.”

“Are you sure?”

You rolled your eyes through a grin. “Positive.”

“Alright, well let me know if you change your mind.”

“You’ll be the first to know,” you assured him, leaning over the center console to nudge his shoulder.

You stayed there, shoulders resting against each other. He looked over and smiled at you before reaching for your hand and taking it in his. He lifted his other hand to check his watch.

“The movie starts in about ten. I know they have a concession stand but if you want snacks you’ll probably have to be the one to get them. I can give you the money, obviously, I just can’t…”

“Leave the car,” you finished for him.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“I’ll go see what they have,” you decided. Tom handed you his wallet but you didn’t take it. “It’s on me. You bought the movie tickets.”

“You know I’m in this movie, right? You don’t have to worry about splitting the cost of everything.”

“I know, just, let me do this.”

Tom held his hands up in surrender and pocketed his wallet. “Fine, fine. Can you get me a beer?”

“Sure. Any kind in particular?”

“Whatever they have is fine. I’m not picky.”

You nodded and stepped out of the car, smoothing your dress out in case it had ridden up. You stood on your tip toes and craned your neck to try and find the concession stand above all of the cars.

Luckily, there was a big neon sign that read CONCESSIONS with an arrow pointing to a kiosk that was presumably sitting underneath it.

You wove inefficiently through the parking lot over to the sign, sighing when you spotted the long line. It was moving pretty fast so you didn’t have to wait very long and by the time you made it to the front, you still hadn’t decided what to get.

The woman behind the counter looked bored and impatient so naturally, you panicked.

“Hi, um can I please get a medium popcorn and two Nerds Ropes?”

“Anything to drink?”

Your eyes flicked to the menu overhead but all of the options seemed to blend together in an unintelligible jumble. “Uh, a water bottle and a peach High Noon, please. And what kind of beer do you guys have?”

She listed off a handful. You chose the first one you recognized and hoped it was one Tom wouldn’t mind too much. You waited as she ID’ed you and rang you up, dropping a couple of bills in the tip jar when she handed you your change.

You had stupidly declined a tray so you had to very precariously carry everything back to the car in your arms. It was one of those establishments that took the caps off of bottled drinks and opened cans before you were allowed to leave the counter which meant you had to be extra careful with how you balanced things so that nothing would spill.

“You good?” Tom asked, watching you struggle with everything. “I’d help, but that would kind of defeat the purpose of not going to get the stuff in the first place.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted.

He didn’t look convinced but it wasn’t like he could do anything but watch so he didn’t comment further until you were seated again.

“What’d you end up getting?”

“Well, popcorn.”

“It’s not a movie without it.”

“Exactly,” you agreed and handed him the bucket. “And I got us a water to share and some Nerds Ropes, I hope you like those.”

“Love em.”

“And then I got myself a High Noon and I got you a Heineken. I’m sorry, I blanked when she told me all of the types of beer they served and chose the first one I knew.”

“It’s okay! I told you I’m not picky. Heinekins are fine, babe, thank you.”

“Are you sure?”

Tom chuckled and took a sip from the bottle as if to prove to you that he liked them. “Yeah! Why wouldn’t they be? Do you have something against Heinekins?”

You made a face. “Bad memories.”

“Mm, I see. In that case, I won’t offer you any.”

“Thank you. Did you want to try some of my drink?”

“Sure, what’d you say it was?”

You passed it to him. “A High Noon. Have you never had one?”

“No, I don’t usually go for seltzers.” You watched him take a sip, laughing when he made a similar face to the one you had made just a few moments prior. “Oh god, the bubbles hurt.”

“How big of a sip did you take?!”

“A regular-sized sip! The carbonation is just a lot!”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“You do realize that’s my job, right?”

You rolled your eyes. “You just enjoy your drink and I’ll enjoy mine.”

“Gladly.”

Just then, the parking lot’s overhead lights dimmed. The projector flickered to life, casting the station to which to tune your car’s radio. Tom fidgeted with the dial until it was tuned to the right frequency.

“Welcome to Aloha Drive-In’s adult-only feature film of the night! We have late-night showings for ages eighteen and up every weekday.”

“What makes it adults-only?” you asked aloud. “Is this the extended version of Spider-man where he fucks Gwen?”

“They serve alcohol,” Tom explained. “Something with the licensing prevents them from offering it during regular showings. Also, it’s MJ in this version.”

“Oh.”

“I can give you the extended version when we get back later, though.”

“What, are you going to eat me out while you hang upside down or something?”

He grinned. “If you want me to.”

“Please stay in your car for the duration of the film unless you need the restroom or concessions. In case of emergency...”

You listened to the rest of the spiel in silence, snacking lightly on what you’d bought until the Marvel logo showed up on the screen. You recognized some of the actors flashing behind the letters but could only make a few connections to what characters they played. You nudged Tom’s shoulder when the familiar red and blue suit popped up, feeling a strange sense of pride as you watched the Tom on-screen catch a shield.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him watching you, gauging your reactions. It was hard to follow along with the plot since you hadn’t seen the first Spider-man or the other twenty-something MCU movies that preceded it. Tom helped fill in the gaps when he noticed you looking confused.

You had to admit that it was a pretty funny movie, even though you didn’t have a lot of context as to what was going on. You also had to admit that Tom looked good. The Peter Parker thing was really doing it for you. You weren’t used to hearing his American accent and you were surprised at just how convincing it sounded.

The only other movie you had seen of Tom’s was the one you watched on the plane to Hong Kong, and you couldn’t even hear his actual voice in that one. You hadn’t ended up finishing it, either.

“Take off your clothes.”

Your eyes widened as the blonde woman on the screen commanded Peter to strip. Tom laughed at your expression.

“I thought you said this wasn’t the porn version,” you mumbled.

He chuckled. “Jealous, baby?”

You nodded. “She’s so pretty. Did you get to kiss her?”

Tom’s face fell.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Then what’s going on?”

“Just watch!”

“Fine.”

You did, watching with curiosity as Peter unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down. You couldn’t help but focus on Tom’s bare thighs, squeezing your own together as you stared at them. Tom’s gaze fell to your lap when caught the movement of your legs.

“Are you cold?”

“Um, a little,” you lied.

You were in fact, not cold at all. You were actually feeling a little warm.

“Here,” Tom said, reaching behind him to grab something. It was a blanket, and he draped it over your legs. “Don’t worry, it’s not the same one from the beach.”

You nodded in appreciation, grateful that he had clarified that it was a clean blanket and not the one that had been laid down in the sand and had sex on top of from the night before.

Tom kept a hand on your thigh even after he’d situated the blanket on your lap.

“Warming you up,” he explained before you could ask.

You were a little suspicious of his true intentions but he wasn’t moving his hand and he had gone back to watching the movie so you let it go.

The snacks you bought lasted you throughout the majority of the film. Once you’d finished them, you put the candy wrappers in the empty popcorn bowl and placed it on the floor of the car so that you could lean across the center console and rest your head on Tom’s shoulder. He met you halfway to make it less uncomfortable for you. It was a little awkward, trying to position yourselves in a way that felt natural.

Your suspicions about Tom’s hand were of course proved correct when you felt it begin to inch upward. Your thighs parted automatically for him before you could process what was happening. It was pathetic how responsive your body was to him.

“I’ve been trying so hard not to stare at you all night,” he confessed. “Look so fucking pretty in this dress.”

“You should try harder,” you teased, reminding him of when you had to kick him under the table at dinner with his family.

“You’d be doing the same thing if you were in my shoes,” he insisted.

“No, because I have self-control.”

“Oh, really?” he asked, fingers ghosting over your panties.

You sucked in a breath, physically holding yourself back from arching into his touch.

“This isn’t affecting you at all?”

You shook your head. “Nope.”

“What about this?”

You knew he could feel how wet you were getting. It was pointless to lie. But even as he pulled your underwear to the side and teased you by putting the tip of his middle finger inside of you, you wouldn’t admit it.

“This is doing nothing for you?” Tom prodded, curling his finger in a little deeper.

You gasped and gripped the car door handle, nervously checking your surroundings to ensure you weren’t being watched. Tom had parked in the back of the lot so there was no one behind you. Everyone else seemed zoned in on the movie playing like they were supposed to be.

“I asked you a question,” he reminded you.

“Feeling nothing,” you lied.

Tom tongued his cheek in annoyance even though it was clear you were just fucking with him.

“You’re such a brat.”

“You already knew that.”

He sighed. “That’s true.”

You were both quiet for a couple of beats, letting Peter and Mj’s dialogue fill the silence. Tom’s finger was still halfway inside of you under the blanket and your dress and you had to try very hard not to think about it.

You hadn’t been paying attention to the film for the past several minutes so deducing what was happening presently was impossible. But then onscreen Tom took his shirt off and the plot seemed suddenly irrelevant.

Beside you, Tom laughed.

“What?” you mumbled absentmindedly, not looking away from the version of him that had his tits out.

“You clenched around my finger when I took my shirt off.”

“What, I did not!”

“Love, I could feel it. I can still feel it, actually.”

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and you sunk down in your seat, which coincidentally pushed Tom’s finger deeper inside of you, making you whimper.

“It’s not my fault!” you cried before he could say anything. “Obviously I’m going to be turned on by seeing you half-naked!”

“You don’t need to explain yourself,” he assured you, voice full of amusement. “I’m glad I can make you feel that way. Quite flattered, actually.”

“You’re such a dick.”

He leaned over to whisper in your ear even though you were sitting right next to each other and no one else could hear your conversation. “And I’ve heard I’ve got a pretty nice one too. What do you say we get out of here?”

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bradtomlovesya · 2 years ago

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Tom Holland x Actress! Reader

Summary: You decide to prank you boyfriend and friends... sweet sweet revenge. (Based on this request - HERE - )

Warnings: Mentions of blood, injuries, serial killer!, a bit of dark humour at the end. (Let me know if I missed something)

W/C: 1.1k+

A/n: sorry the delay I was heartbroken and just started to feel like myself again. Thank you for being patient with me ♡. SUPPORT AN AUTHOR BY SHARING THEIR WORK 🫶🏻

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Tom still didn't know what your new project was. You had told him that you would have an important role in a big franchise but you hadn't told him more than that, you wanted it to be a complete surprise.

Your friends - and his friends as they were mutual friends of both of you - had arranged to go to the set as they would pick you up and then go for drinks at a nearby pub. They were just supposed to go and watch a bit of the set while you finished changing and taking off your make-up, or at least that's what they thought.

A few months ago, at Halloween, they all agreed to play a prank on you where Tom was supposed to be "possessed" and with Harry's help they had done so many effects and props that you completely believed it. Only to find out it was a joke. It was time for revenge.

You and a couple of friends from the set had an idea in hand, and had even discussed the idea with the director who thought it would be excellent publicity for the new film.

So there you were with a fake wound in your stomach that wouldn't stop bleeding and a fake knife in your hand, you hoped that in the dim light no one would notice the difference between it and the real thing.

As soon as you heard the voice of Tom and friends calling your name in the dark, empty set, you knew it was time to take action. You walked quickly with one hand covering your wound and approached them using your best acting techniques. Clearly, it was all being recorded.

"What are you guys doing here, didn't you see my message? Someone from the cast went crazy and we're waiting for the police" you tried to guide them as best you could to a 'hideout' "shit" you muttered.

"What are you talking about? Wait a minute..." spoke Tom, your boyfriend. "That's real?" He said fitting the pieces together in his head and moved his hand closer to your wound. He just grazed it, but your moan of pain was more than convincing. Now everyone was more than worried.

"Oh my god... I'll call the police" Harry said grabbing his phone so you snatched it away from him as soon as you heard the sound of something metal falling.

"We already called them" you muttered. "They're on their way. We just have to hide until the cops-" a secret compartment opened up in the floor and you fell through it as you screamed. An inflatable mattress was waiting for you below, but they were too scared to have noticed.

"Y/n!" Tom shouted in desperation and Sam covered his mouth with his hands. "Get your hands off me! We have to go get her!" A bead of sweat trickled down his back. This couldn't be happening. "She's my girlfriend, Sam!" Tom tried to struggle but between all the boys they managed to shut him up, there was a killer on the loose and all they needed was for Tom to shout out his exact location.

"Tom you won't be able to find her if you get killed so you need to keep your mouth shut," Harry mutters. "Promise if I take my hand away you'll stop screaming?" he asked and Tom nodded.

"What are we going to do now?" he asked in a low tone of voice and that's when your scream was heard throughout the studio.

"Tom help me!" you exclaimed in desperation. "Please!"

All the boys including your boyfriend ran off in the direction your voice came from. Tom ran faster than the rest but, when they reached the place, the light was very low and you were no longer there.

Or well, you were, only you were already wearing your Ghostface costume, ready for the final scare.

"I can't die, I still can't find a girlfriend!" Tuwaine started hyperventilating.

"I'm still a virgin! I can't die a virgin!" Paddy mentioned.

Harrison placed his hand on Tom's shoulder and Tom couldn't help but turn around with his fists in the air, that was his simp reflex.

"It's me, relax" Haz said holding up his hands so Tom could see them.

"Uhh... guys..." Harry pointed to a spot in front of him. "We've got company" right in front of them was you in full costume.

They all turned to run but as soon as they did they saw someone else standing there wearing the costume, the exact same costume.

They were surrounded. They all raised their fists in the air trying to look brave. In reality some had already wet their trousers.

"What do you want from us?" Your boyfriend exclaimed. "What did you do to my girlfriend?!" he shouted in frustration.

It was time to end the joke.

"I didn't do anything to your girlfriend" you spoke to him disguising your voice so they wouldn't recognise yours. "Because..." you took off your mask and laughed. "I am your girlfriend!" The lights came on as your friends and boyfriend looked on in shock.

"But what-" Haz muttered, trying to catch his breath.

"Don't miss Scream 5, only in cinemas," you spoke into a camera and winked.

"I thought you were dead!" Tom exclaimed and lifted you off the ground over his shoulder. He was a little annoyed... but he also understood that he deserved it, especially after the prank he played on you last halloween. "You little trickster," he laughed.

"So this is the movie you're working on, huh?" Sam asked and you nodded as soon as Tom allowed your feet to touch the ground.

"I have to admit that a prank on your boyfriend and his friends with the theme of the movie is great publicity" He said looking at all the cameras. "But I need another pair of trousers" he pointed to his now damp jeans and laughed embarrassed. "Don't look at me like that, I thought I would die without finding love."

Tuwain sighed "make that two pairs of trousers please and exactly as Harry said."

"Wait a second. This looks like another one of those Horror movies with predictable characters" Sam scoffed.

"What do you mean?" asked Tom.

"Well then... Tom is the main character and possible popular guy, y/n is his girlfriend who turns out to be the killer, Harry is the guy who records everything, I'm the filler character, Tuwaine is the 'coloured friend' - no offence - he clarified. And Paddy is the kid"

"What about me?" Haz raised his hand.

"You're the shallow blonde who dies at the beginning" explained Harry.

"Hey!" Harry groaned but then laughed, "Yeah...makes sense."

They all laughed. Tom knew he had to fight back better next year and you knew he would. This was just the beginning of a new annual prank war.

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fan-a-saurus-rex · 3 months ago

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The Living Situation

Plot: Tom invites you to come live with him when the lease on your old apartment is up. Since he’s your best friend you jump at the opportunity. But you forgot one thing….Harrison. Sharing a home with Tom is one thing. Sharing a home with Tom’s best friend, whom you had a crush on since you met him, is another thing. Eventually you get comfortable with your new living situation, but when Tom leaves the two of you alone for the week, to visit Zendaya in LA, things start to change.

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Requested: No

Warnings: smut

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For the past year, you had been living in a shared apartment in London with your best friend Tom. But with Tom also came Harrison. It wasn’t a bad thing, you liked Harrison, a little too much actually.

The first few weeks were difficult to settle in to your new place, and another few weeks of getting used to seeing Harrison everyday. You tried your best to keep it cool and not get flustered every time he walked in the room. He made that really difficult. Especially since he’d often walk around the apartment without a shirt on.

Eventually you got accustomed to living with the two guys and allowed yourself to be comfortable.

But this week was going to be much different.

Tom was headed to LA to visit Zendaya while she attended a charity event. This meant that you and Harrison would be left alone together for the whole week. The two of you had been alone in the apartment together before, but never for a whole week.

The two of you helped Tom pack his bags up into the cab he was catching to the airport.

“Say ‘hi’ to Zee for me” you said as you gave him one last hug.

“I will {y/n}. Behave yourself while I’m gone” he said chuckling.

“I always do” you said with a smile.

You watched as him and Harrison shared a ‘bro hug’ before he got into the cab and took off. You walked back into the apartment and sat back down on the couch, continuing to read your book. Moments later Harrison walked in and sat down beside you.

It was going to be the beginning of a really awkward week for you. Or so you thought.

• • • • •

Things had actually been going better this week than you ever expected. You had been spending a lot of alone time with Harrison, going golfing, playing video games, and visiting van art museum where a friend of yours had a pop-up photography gallery.

One night the two of you were sitting in the couch watching a new tv series you discovered.

“So, would you like to do something tonight?” You heard him ask.

You looked up from the tv and smiled “what did you have in mind?” You asked

He shrugged “I thought we could go to the pub, have some food and drinks” he said

You smiled “that sounds fun, it’s been a while since I went out”

You both went upstairs to change and get ready to go.

• • • • •

Later that night at the pub you were having drinks and reminiscing about memories from growing up together.

“Remember when Harry got drunk at your birthday party?” He asked laughing

“Yeah, he was so drunk at one point that he kissed me” you said laughing.

“He kissed you? Shit, so you’ve kissed 3 out of the 4 Holland boys, lucky girl” he said jokingly.

“I don’t wanna brag, but yes” you said giggling.

You had, in fact, also kissed Sam and Tom. You had kissed Sam on a dare one night at a party. You and Tom had a ‘fling’ when you were 15. You dated for a month, long enough to kiss each other and realize it was just too awkward to date each other. So you broke up, remained friends, and never spoke of it again. The relationship wouldn’t have lasted anyway, you’d had a crush on Harrison since you were 12.

“I’m surprised we’ve never kissed” he said chuckling “it’s not like we’ve never had an opportunity”

You were shocked to hear him say that, you almost spit out your drink. “What do you mean?” You asked.

“We grew up together. We’ve been to so many parties where we played spin the bottle or got drunk at the club in college” he said shrugging. “Just thought we would have been forced into a kiss, or just got curious, by now”

You didn’t really know what to say do you just blurted put the first thing that came to mind “do you think about that often?”

“What? Kissing you?” he took the last sip of his drink.

“Yeah”

“Sometimes” he confessed. “I always wondered what it would have been like”

You bit your lip. You hadn’t realized that Harrison had even considered kissing you. You liked him a lot, but he was your best friend above being your crush. You decided to distract yourself by taking the final sip of your drink. You eventually paid your tab and the two of you walked home, the whole time you thought about what he had said.

• • • • •

As soon as the two of you got changed back into something comfortable and sat down on the couch to watch a movie. Halfway through you looked over at Harrison. He was lounging on the other end of the couch. You had to resist the urge to move closer and cuddle into him like you wanted to.

You looked away quickly to avoid staring. Seconds later you heard him speak up. “I’ve had a lot of fun with you this week {y/n}, we don’t get to spend a lot of time together with Tom around”

You blushed “I’ve had fun too” you said.

He sat up and looked at you. You tried hard not to make direct eye contact but his bright blue eyes drew you in like a moth to a flame.

“Did you mean what you said at the pub?” You asked

“About what?”

“Kissing me”

He bit his lip “I did.” He said moving closer to you. “But you never told me how you felt about it”

“I….I was just surprised” you weren’t sure how to tell him that you’d liked him since you 12 years old, almost 16 years of pent up feelings stuck inside your head.

“Why?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

“I mean, why would you wanna kiss me? I’m one of your best friends”

“Yeah, my best friend that I’ve had a crush on since year 9” he admitted

“Wait…what?” You asked.

“Yeah, I realized I liked you when you started dating Tom. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t think I was your type.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed a bit “Harrison I’ve had a crush on you since the day we met”

“You have?”

You nodded “yeah”

Before you could react his lips were on yours, his hands cupping your cheeks. Your hands made their way to his chest, feeling all the way up till your arms snaked around his neck. His hand eventually reaching down to your hips.

You weren’t thinking straight as your lips molded together with his in a needy kiss. He parted your lips with his tongue, fighting you for dominance, but eventually giving in to you when you bit his bottom lip, a throaty groan escaping his mouth.

You pulled away slowly and looked up into his blue eyes that had darkened. You knew exactly what that meant, even though you’d never seen him look at anyone that way.

You hitched your leg over his, now straddling his lap, placing your lips back onto his. His hands were placed firmly on you butt, occasionally squeezing your cheeks and pulling you closer to him as the kiss got deeper and deeper until you were making out on the couch, something you never thought you’d ever be doing with Harrison.

After a few more minutes he pulled away and pulled his shirt off. You followed suit, pulling yours off as well, before reconnecting your lips to his. He reached up, grabbing your breasts gently. You were happy you hadn’t left your bra on, his hands felt so good on your bare skin. You moaned softly into his mouth.

“Mmm, I want you {y/n}” he said softly, almost in a whisper

“I want you too” you said breathlessly

He picked you up and carried you upstairs to his bedroom, not wanting to do anything naughty on the couch that you shared with Tom, that would be awkward.

Once in his room, he laid you down the bed and immediately pulled off your shorts, pulling your panties off with them, then removing his basketball shorts and boxers. You were practically dripping with anticipation, and so far the only thing he’d done was kiss you and softly touch your boobs.

He hovered over you, kissing you softly before kissing down your neck, causing you to squirm underneath him.

“Something wrong?” He asked

“No, I just really need you, you’re driving me crazy” you said breathlessly.

He smirked at you and reached down to rub you softly causing you to moan. He lined himself up to your center and pushed in slowly.

You groaned a bit, adjusting to him, it had been a while, and he was bigger than the others. You didn’t mind though. Eventually you adjusted and it started to feel good, but you knew it could feel better.

“Harrison, move” you said softly.

He bit his lip and started pushing in further, eventually bottoming out.

“so tight…” he groaned softly as he starters thrusting in and out of you.

“Feels so good” you moaned before pulling him down for another kiss.

His lips felt so good on yours, you could spend the rest of your life kissing him if he’d let you. You allowed your tongue to slip into his mouth for a moment before biting his bottom lip, tugging on it gently, making him chuckle.

He continued thrusting into you, eventually finding your sweet spot. He repeatedly hit that area causing you moan a little too loudly.

“Harrison, don’t stop!”

He didn’t. He couldn’t. Both of you were suddenly in a brain fog. The only thing you could think of was each other and finally going over the edge.

He continued thrusting deeply, causing you to grip the sheets. “I’m so close!” You moaned

“Me too” he groaned

With a final few thrusts, you both hit your highs at the same time, moaning each other’s names through deep breaths.

He collapsed beside you and as the two of you caught your breath you heard a voice from the doorway.

“What the fuck? I leave you two alone for a week and you hook up with each other?” You heard Tom’s voice. You had totally forgotten that he’d be coming home today.

You frantically started to cover up with Harrison’s blankets, blushing bright red at the idea of your best friend catching you fucking your other friend.

“Sorry mate, you should’ve know this would happen eventually” Harrison said chuckling.

Tom just rolled his eyes “if you do it again while I’m home try to be quieter” he said chuckling.

As he walked away, shutting Harrison’s door on the way out, you felt Harrison kiss your forehead.

“We’ll definitely be doing that again” he said chuckling

You giggled and kissed him softly “then we better be quiet or Tom might kick us out”

He chuckled and held you close to him “I’d like to see him try”

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 8 months ago

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"Harry had more friends than this but their names aren’t well-known."

As he moved into his late 20s and 30s, Harold had a hardcore group of dudes bros. This is the group he hang out with more than the Van Cutsems or even the Van Strawberries and even Guy Pelly. Only Skippy and Charlie van Strawberry survived the semi-cull.

You saw some of that new group in Vegas, while the press wasn't interested in showing them except for Skippy and Adam. Ps: Most people assumed Adam was one of the RPOs.

These were:

Jake Warren - his daughter, Zalie, was one of Harold's flower girls and is Harold's goddaughter. Jake's father is The Queen's racing manager Johnny Warren.

Adam Bidwell - started out as a Sentabale ambassador and quickly became tight with Harold. He was the only one of Harold's friends who spoke to Meghan at that infamous polo match where She showed up with newborn Archie

Tom 'Skippy' Inskip - nuff said

Authur Landon - organised the Vegas trip. https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2193095/What-Prince-Harry-did-BEFORE-Vegas-pal-took-gas-mask-costume-Bransons-Necker-Island.html Authur lives in Los Angeles part-time and is engaged to the owner of Chateau Marmont. Given how tight he was with Harold + being worth £200M + access of Chateau Marmont via his fiancee + filmaker, i assumed that the Sussexes would keep in with him. Also, Meghan used his dog on IG ( image of dog wearing union Jack) when she was leaking about the relationship with Harold)

Charlie Gilkes - Charlie and his wife are in one of the most notorious pics from that Meghan + Archie polo match looking at her with expressions of incredulity, worry, WTH ......

Sam Branson - this friendship lasted as long as the Cressida relationship because Sam is married to Cressida's sister Isabella.

The interesting thing is that i don't think Arthur and Charlie G cut off Harold immediately because they were accidentally in the background of a photo Harold took with a fan whilst in a pub in Holland for Invictus 2022. Ditto Charlie Van Strawberry showing up in Montecito for a brief visit that ended up in an obviously staged papstroll with Harold.

Once The Queen died, all of them distanced themselves from Harold.

Ps: I think The Queen's death was a gamechanger for the Sussexes in a way that is best described as death by 1000cuts. Sure, some changes were huge and immediate and we can probably guess those, but the little, many tiny cuts that reveal themselves later also happened. Those will continue to reveal themselves forever ie into future Sussex generational descendants.

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annab-nana · 1 year ago

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hiya ! i'm so excited for your blurb sleepover! i wanted to request “Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.” with tom holland please <3

- alltoowelltom

hey love!! thank you @alltoowelltom <3 i did one similar to this here but let's do it again but ✨ differently ✨

warnings: not proofread, being on your period, having mood swings, mentions of drinking

❀ masterlist ❀

"what's up with you?" tom questioned when he came over to you in the kitchen, getting a refill and checking in on you. "you aren't glued to the floor in here, are you?"

the music was too loud, fuelling your already raging headache. your gut felt like it was at war with itself. you were so tired that you could probably fall asleep right where you were standing up. but, that was a lot to say and you didn't have it in you to explain it all.

"i'm just not in the party mood," you offered weakly, but tom wasn't having it. he knew you were normally the one that he had to pull away from the party, not pull into it. especially for sam and harry's birthday, you would never isolate yourself in the kitchen. they were your best friends.

tom held out his hand to you. "come on. stop being grumpy. it's lame."

you know he meant it jokingly. you knew that. but you felt like you were being a major party pooper on the birthday of two of your favorite people in the world and with your period, the mood swings were heavy. tears sprung to your eyes and you felt your face crumple. in an attempt to save yourself from embarrassment, you turned to face away from him, but he had already seen your reaction.

"hey, hey, hey," he spoke soothingly, taking a step closer to you and placing a hand on your cheek. "i was just kidding. please don't take it to heart."

you shook your head. "i know you didn't. it's just..." you let out a sigh before you continued to try to calm yourself down. "that time of the month so i don't feel good and clearly don't have control of my emotions."

tom looked around to make sure no one was near—it was pretty evident you didn't want someone to see you upset—and when the coast was clear, he pulled you into his side and led you up the stairs.

"tom, where are we going?" you inquired when you two reached the top of the stairs. you watched his eyes lock on a door before he walked you that way.

"sam's room because it's cleaner than harry's and he has..." tom trailed off while searching through the bedside table drawer for something. a few seconds later, he tossed some medicine bottles onto sam's comforter. "i'll go grab you a water bottle. do you need anything else from down there?"

"tom, i'm fine. you don't have to-"

"it's okay. the boys will understand." he backed up toward the door before flashing you a grin. "so, just a water?"

you couldn't help the smile that crept onto your lips. "uh, yeah. that'd be great. thanks."

his grin widened. "alright, be back in a minute."

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lnfours · 2 years ago

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summer loving (two) ⎸ t.h

⌙ summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

⌙ au: based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 2.2k

⌙ warnings: swearing, tom being an asshole lowkey, sam being sweet as ever, some fluff and ANGST as hell. a special guest appearance that’ll be important later on!!!! it’s lowkey driving me crazy.

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

masterlist ⎸ chapter one ⎸ chapter three ⎸ listen

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you sat on the sofa in the living room, absentmindedly scrolling through netflix. you had been on the beach earlier with sam, the two of you catching some waves at sunrise. watching the sun come up as you sat on your board was another one of your favorite things to do during the summer, the view alone being breath taking.

you were about to click on a show in your watchlist as nikki sat down next to you, two cups of coffee in her hand as she handed you one. you smiled at her, sitting up as you grabbed the mug.

“thank you.”

“of course,” she smiled, “figured you’d need it since you had to deal with sam so early.”

you chuckled, “it was my idea, so i had no choice but to suffer his wrath.”

she let out a giggle before taking a sip of her coffee, “hey, i’ve got a question for you.”

you hummed back, sipping your own coffee, “what’s up?”

“so, my friend carol at the country club was saying that this year one of the girls who was a big sister for this year’s debutante ball got sick and she can’t do it this year. i was wondering, since you did it when you were the other girls’ age, would you be interested in doing it?”

you cringed at the mention of the debutante ball. you had agreed to do be a debutante when you turned 16, wanting to give nikki the opportunity to see you, who she considered a daughter, live out the same experience she had when she was at that age. you actually had a good time, but the thought of going back with cut throat girls who care way too much about what dress they’re wearing made you cringe.

but, you knew nikki would want you to do it. so, you felt like you couldn’t say no. plus, you had a great big sister when you were going through the program and the idea of being that for another girl kind of made you excited.

“uhm, sure,” you shrugged, “why not?”

she smiled as she let out a squeal, hugging you. you laughed, hugging her back, “oh my god, thank you! thank you, thank you, thank you!”

you giggled as she rose from her seat, “i’ll call carol right now.”

you nodded, sighing as you mentally slapped yourself. you knew what you were signing up for, but the idea of getting all dressed up again was a plus. you watched as harry entered the room, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at his mom who happily ran back to the kitchen before looking back at you.

“what’s that all about?”

you sighed as he took the seat next to you, “the curse of rich people, that’s what.”

“i’m gonna need you to elaborate.”

you were about to speak when your phone started to buzz, looking down you saw an incoming facetime call. you sprung up from your seat, taking the coffee from the table before running to the stairs, “i’ll explain later!”

he shook his head, grabbing the remote from the arm of the couch as he mumbled under his breath, “girls, man.”

you shut your bedroom door, answering the call as you smiled, “hey! i’ve been meaning to call!”

“shut up and tell me all the spicy details right now.” your best friend, kat, laughed. you smiled back, rolling your eyes. the two of you had been friends since elementary school, a life long bond. besides the hollands, kat was your only other longest friend.

“what details?” you asked, playing dumb as you propped your phone on the vanity that sat in the corner of the room.

“oh my god, don’t play dumb! the tom drama!”

you sighed, “well, nothing’s really happened besides the fact that we almost kissed-”

“you guys almost kissed?!” she cut you off. you laughed again, shaking your head.

“it was nothing, nothing happened! we didn’t kiss, we didn’t do anything at all… thanks to sam.”

“sam?”

“yeah, he came down to the beach when tom and i were about to kiss and made us jump apart. he didn’t really look happy about the whole thing, either.”

“i told you, y/n! i told you, sam has a thing for you!”

you shook your head, “or maybe he just doesn’t want his big brother kissing one of his best friends.”

“oh, come on!” she laughed, “sam has a thing for you! trust me!”

you shrugged, “i don’t think so, kat.”

“okay, whatever you say. but tell me about this kiss, though? when? where? how?”

you began explaining the story to her and she gasped, you nodding your head as she sat in disbelief. of course she knew about the fact that you’ve been totally crazy about tom ever since you were younger, she knew about everything in your life. she was literally your right hand man, someone you could tell anything and everything to.

you spent the next 30 minutes on the phone with her, catching up. just as you had ended the call, there was a knock on your bedroom door.

“come in,” you answered as sam poked his head in through the crack.

“wanna go into town with me? kinda craving a bagel.”

you smiled, “is that even a question?”

“downstairs in 10?” he smiled back at you. you nodded as he closed the door behind him. you grabbed a tank top and a pair of shorts, quickly changing as you grabbed your wallet and sunglasses. you slipped on your flip flops before making your way down the steps. you stood in the living room as you watched the boys sitting on the couch, standing next to sam as you took in the sight in front of the both of you.

harry, austin and paddy were all a sniffling mess on the couch, wiping the tears from under their eyes as they looked at the tv.

“what’s wrong with them?”

“the notebook.” sam smirked back.

“it’s a great movie!” austin defended, handing a tissue to harry. you bit back a laugh, covering your mouth to avoid the laugh from slipping out. sam grabbed the keys from off the table, shaking his head as he looked back at you.

“ready for a delicious bagel?”

“always.”

“wait, you guys are going to ken’s?” paddy asked, looking up at his older brother.

“yeah, want something?”

“my usual, please.” he smiled, wiping his face with the neck of his t-shirt. you let out a giggle as sam nodded, the both of you making your way to the jeep in the driveway. you hopped in the passenger seat, snatching the aux cord from the cup holder before sam could get to it.

“okay, if you’re gonna play music, at least play good music.”

you let out a fake gasp as you held a hand up to your heart, “rude! my music taste is better than yours!”

“debatable.”

you smacked his arm playfully as he pulled out of the driveway. you watched the scenery go past as sam made his way into town, the music playing in the background. you bit the inside of your cheek as you internally debated bringing up what has been up with tom recently.

if anyone would tell you, it’d be sam.

“what’s up with tom recently? i mean, he’s been a little… distant? i guess.”

he shrugged as he looked over at you, “i don’t know. i know he’s been down ever since he found out about alexis, but he’s been this way since he got home. i think he’s just trying to process everything.”

you nodded, “‘m just worried about him, you know? i know he works hard, but i think it’s really taking a toll on him.”

sam nodded, “yeah, i don’t know. he’s just been drained recently. he’ll be alright, though. i feel like this summer will pull him out of it.”

you nodded, “yeah, i hope so.”

he pulled up to the bagel shop, parking the car before the both of you got out. he opened the door to the shop for you, making you smile as you walked in. sam followed behind you. the owner of the shop smiled, seeing sam as he greeted him.

“mr. holland! welcome back to the island!”

sam laughed, “‘sup, ken. can i get-”

“your usuals? i’ve got you, sam.”

“thanks, mate.”

“of course, anything for my favorite customer!”

you and sam made small talk, smiling as ken called sam’s name.

“anything else for you, son?”

“that’ll do it, ken. thank you.”

“of course! you enjoy it! tell your mom and dad i said hello.”

“sure thing.”

sam paid for the food before grabbing the brown bag. you opened the door for him, making him laugh.

“wow, thank you, miss.”

“of course, sir.”

the ride back to the house was quiet, nothing but the sound of your summer playlist playing through the speakers. you couldn’t help but wonder what was going on with tom. you knew that he was having a hard time with things, but to go MIA for hours a day, it wasn’t like him.

which is why you were surprised that you saw his black audi parked outside of the house when you got back. your heart beat quickened, the two of you walking inside as you followed the commotion coming from the kitchen. you smiled, placing the bag of bagels down on the island as everyone settled down. you and sam shared a look at everyone’s sudden quietness, wondering what it was that they didn’t want you two knowing about.

“hey, sweetie,” your mom smiled, “we were just talking about what we’re going to do for your birthday in a couple weeks.”

“nikki’s talking about having a party.” harry blurted and austin elbowed him. you laughed, handing out the bagels as you shook your head.

“we don’t have to have a party, nikki.”

“no, but it’d be fun! we haven’t had a party here for you since you were 21.”

“plus, haz and tuwaine could come in, and kat. i’m sure they’d all love to come.” tom suggested, everyone nodding at the idea. you shrugged, opening the foil wrapping of your bagel before taking a bite.

“it’ll be fun, y/n,” sam said, agreeing with the others, “let us celebrate you.”

you sighed, knowing you were going to lose this fight, “god, alright! fine, but i don’t want anything big. us, maybe a few girls from the deb if any of them aren’t unbearable, kat, tuwaine and haz. that’s it. nothing big, please.”

“the deb?” austin asked, “aren’t you a little too old for the deb?”

you rolled your eyes, “not too old to be a big sister.”

“you’re gonna be a big?” your mom asked and you looked over at nikki who smiled.

“i asked her this morning, one of the girls they had as a big can’t do it because she got sick. i told them that y/n would fill her place. i think it’d be fun, y’know? having a little sister, being a mentor for a girl. it’s exciting.”

“you don’t have to go to the ball do you?” paddy asked, scrunching his nose at the memory of you going to the deb ball. you shrugged, looking over at nikki.

“no, she doesn’t have to. she’s just there to be a mentor.”

“good, deb balls are bullshit, anyway.” tom mumbled. the boys agreed and you locked eyes with tom.

“they’re not bullshit.” you said back.

“really? being around girls who are too worried about the price of a dress and the way their hair looks than anything else?”

“so you’re saying i suddenly care about the way my hair looks?”

“clearly not.” he shot back, looking at the messy bun on the top of your head. you narrowed your eyes at him as sam let out a whistle, widening his eyes at the fact that he knows his brother is about to be in deep shit.

“y’know what, at least i actually converse with the family and i’m not always off doing god knows what.”

everyone fell silent, listening to the both of you hash it out. you weren’t sure where his sudden outburst came from, but you knew it was kind of uncalled for.

“just saying, the deb isn’t your scene. never was, never will be.”

you rolled your eyes, “right, because you know what’s best for me.”

“okay, let’s chill out for a second, guys.” nikki interfered. you got up from your seat at the island, throwing your trash away as you made your way out the back door. you didn’t mean to, but you heard the slam of the door on your way out. you walked down the path to the beach, finding comfort in the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. you sat with your hands in your lap, taking in the view once more.

suddenly, there was a golden retriever running up to you. you smiled, greeting the dog as you pet his head. you laughed as he licked your face, hearing someone call for the dog.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry.” you looked up and smiled, meeting a pair of brown eyes. you smiled back at the boy. he had a head full of brown curls, a perfectly sunkissed body, and a small scar on his cheek. you hadn’t realized that you’d been staring at the stranger, a blush forming on your cheeks as he scanned over your facial features, also.

“no, it’s okay,” you smiled, “he’s just a boy who doesn’t get any lovin’, huh?”

the boy let out a laugh, “yeah, we can say that.”

“what’s his name?”

“tarzan.” he smiled.

“hi, tarzan,” you giggled before looking up at the boy who looked to be around your age, “sorry, i’m y/n. nice to meet you.”

“shawn,” he said, “nice to meet you, too.”

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mxssingmemories · 10 months ago

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you're taking a big step and finally moving out of your childhood home. it's a big step, but you know you've got chris and sebastian in your corner. platonic!reader x chris evans and sebastian stan.

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you just started a new job, and with the stress comes migraines. chris just wants to be there for his daughter. chris evans x daughter!reader.

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you accidentally walk in on your dad's interview. thankfully, the interviewer is a sweetheart (and your dad is too.) sebastian stan x daughter!reader.

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mirrorball-leclerc · 1 year ago

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the blue - part two

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ameliaholland eras tour you’ve been absolutely wonderful! kansas city, you’re up next!

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tomholland2013 WOO! THAT’S MY FAVORITE SISTER!!

↳ ameliaholland i'm your only sister dumbass

↳ tomholland2013 well that's not true, harry and sam exist you know

↳ samholland1999 i'm telling mum.

↳ tomholland2013 that doesn't work anymore, she can't ground me

↳ username forget keeping up with kardashians i want keeping up with the hollands

landonorris THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND!

↳ ameliaholland GOOD LUCK AT SILVERSTONE BESTIE!!

↳ username a pair of best friends that we never saw coming

↳ username i love their friendship.

oscarpiastri ‘you’re doing amazing sweetie!’

↳ ameliaholland aw shucks, you're making me blush pastry boy.

↳ oscarpiastri 🙄 i won't even bother to correct you because i know you'll just keep doing it.

↳ username icons supporting icons. we love to see it.

hazosterfield you're killing it! so proud of you!

tuwaine yeah! you go baby holland!

↳ ameliaholland do i look like paddy?

↳ tuwaine a little bit, you are siblings.

↳ ameliaholland he's adopted.

↳ paddyholland2004 we look alike, if i'm adopted, so are you. HA!

↳ username peak sibling behavior right here

zendaya little rockstar 🩷

↳ ameliaholland dump my brother. date me.

↳ username she's so real for that. i too would ask zendaya to dump my brother and date me instead.

alex_albon i see we’ve been replaced by a pop star.

↳ georgerussell63 i agree alex. charles_leclerc thoughts on being replaced?

↳ charles_leclerc the twitch quartet was supposed to be forever lando! (i love your music)

↳ ameliaholland thank you! lando talks about you guys and both maxs all the time!

↳ landonorris i do not!

↳ oscarpiastri you do

maybe amelia hadn’t been too on the nose with her last song. she needed him to understand that she was done with him, for good. she wasn’t going to go back to him, not that they had ever been anything for her to go back too. amelia’s schoolgirl crush had been crushed when had drunkenly exclaimed ‘you’re an idiot if you ever think i’m going to love you back. you’re my best mate’s sister, that’s all you’ll ever be to me.’ what was it that they said of drunken words? they were sober thoughts, and as much as it hurt to admit it, she was an idiot for falling for him. but there was no reason for him to be so cruel.

perhaps the part that hurt the most was that he remembered none of his cruel words. to him everything between them was fine, and it pained her that he couldn’t take a hint, he just couldn’t take a hint that she wanted nothing to with him. it also didn’t help that right after that day he announced he had a girlfriend he had been seeing for over 6 months. she had been the other woman, not physically but emotionally, and that was just as bad.

she jumped as her phone rang, the familiar facetime tune breaking her out of her trance. lando’s joyful face stared back at her and she felt horrible for having missed the race. but in her defense she had been too tired to wake up early enough to watch it. she felt horrible but she hoped lando would understand, it’s not like she was breaking a promise.

slowly she reached for her phone to answer, and lando began screaming in joy. amelia flinched at his volume and noticed he was surrounded by other people, oscar being one of them, she could’ve sworn she saw lewis hamilton there too.

“p2!” lando shouted, “i got p2!”

amelia squealed, “congrats! that’s amazing!”

“oscar got p4! we’re literally on top of the world right now!”

“and congrats to koala too,” she smiled. oscar waved at her before someone snatched the phone from lando’s grip. amelia stopped herself from gasping at the sight of daniel ricciardo.

daniel smiled brightly at her, “you must be amelia, i’m daniel. anyways, we’re all dying to know is taylor dating fernando? have you heard anything?”

amelia laughed, “no, i haven’t heard anything. you'll be the first to know if i learn anything."

"sick," daniel claimed, "i like you baby holland."

daniel flipped the camera around to lando, the boy was laid on the floor, being crushed by alex albon and george russell who were cheering him on loudly. daniel turned the camera back around to him, "is that you're new best friend?"

"sadly, he is," amelia said.

"well baby holland, i'll let you go. i'm sure you're a very busy woman."

"i am," amelia agreed, "i'm currently in the studio."

"STUDIO?!" lando exclaimed, "new music? when? get off alex!" lando pushed alex off him as the brunette laughed loudly. lando took his phone from daniel, "when? tell me amelia!"

amelia simply smiled mischievously at him, "oh look, i have to go walk my fish!"

"amelia!" lando shouted as daniel's laughter could be heard as she hung up. her heart warmed knowing lando supported whole-heartedly. his friendship meant so much to her, and she was glad she had dragged herself out of bed the day before

lando norris amelia holland! how dare you do this to me.

oscar piastri who broke your heart? seriously.

lando norris AMELIA! ANSWER THE TEXTS!

oscar piastri please answer, he's been screaming the grudge. i have no clue how he even memorized the lyrics already.

lando norris added one person

lando norris DANIEL! GET HER TO ANSWER THE PHONE! SHE LIKES YOU!

daniel ricciardo baby holland! c'mon! he's getting impatient.

amelia holland sorry, tom and his friend were being annoying.

lando norris what friend?

amelia holland harrison.

oscar piastri i'm sensing some tension with harrison.

lando norris OH MY GOD! HE'S THE INSPIRATION!

oscar piastri oh.

oscar piastri you fell in love with your brother's best friend.

amelia holland i had a crush on him.

daniel ricciardo well fuck harrison.

daniel ricciardo actually don't fuck harrison. but you know what i mean

lando norris TELL ME YOUR LOVE SONGS WEREN'T ABOUT HIM. AMELIA I'M BEGGING!

amelia holland they weren't about him?

daniel ricciardo we're finding you a new muse. i'm making it my mission.

you good?

peachy.

bullshit but okay.

i'm fine oscar. i swear.

you called me oscar, that's never happened. what happened to kangaroo? koala? pastry boy?

maybe i'm not fine. how am i supposed to be fine when the dickhead won't understand that i want nothing to do with him? he strung me along for months making me think that one day we could be something more. so i start releasing songs and he still won't get it.

have you i don't know, tried talking to him?

jeez oscar why didn't i think of that? the only time he ever seems to speak to me is when we're in a group setting. he has a girlfriend.

amelia please tell me he didn't.

cheat on his girlfriend with me? not physically. but emotionally yes.

that guy is a piece of work.

he wasn't always like this.

you’re not seriously defending the guy who cheated on his girlfriend?

i’m defending the guy i used to know. the harrison who was sweet and kind to me. he snuck me candy when my mum didn't allow me to have any. he took me to the movies when my brothers didn't want to hang out with me.

okay. whatever.

why are you getting mad at me?

i’m not mad. i just-

forget it. i have to go.

lando’s insisting i follow him to the club to celebrate

have fun.

i'm sorry

i think i like her...

¡leclerc-s speaks! this series was always meant to be a short series so if it seems like it's a little fast paced, i'm sorry. but i am also doing a lot of time jumps, so realistically it's not moving that fast.

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thollandsgirl2013 · 2 months ago

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𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Parings → Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → teasing, fluff

Summary → Tom, London's most feared mob boss, finally confesses his love to his best friend.

The quiet hum of the night settled over London, the streets dimly lit by flickering street lamps as the city slept. Inside an expansive, high-end club owned by Holland Empire, the real business was happening. Mob deals, alliances, and threats exchanged in hushed tones, away from prying eyes. At the center of it all was Tom Holland, London’s most feared mob boss. Yet, sitting across from him, wearing a devilish smirk, was the only person who could rattle him – you.

"You're late," you teased, leaning back in the leather chair across from Tom, your legs crossed casually. You twirled a small glass of whiskey in your hand, watching the amber liquid swirl before taking a slow sip.

Tom’s intense brown eyes narrowed, but a grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "You know, you’re the only person who can get away with calling me out like that."

"Perks of being your best friend," you shrugged, leaning forward, your voice softening, "And maybe something more, hmm?"

Tom's expression shifted, his protectiveness flaring. "Y/n, you know it’s dangerous being involved in all this. I’ve told you before—”

You cut him off, setting your glass down with a soft clink. "I’m not going anywhere, Tom. I’ve got your back, always." Your gaze softened as you locked eyes with him. "Besides, someone needs to keep you in line."

Tom exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing. No one could get through to him like you. Not Harrison, not his brothers Sam or Harry—only you. You had been there since childhood, and now, you were the one person who truly understood him. His love for you ran deep, but he never dared speak it aloud. Not yet.

Just then, the door swung open, and Harrison strolled in, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. "Interrupting something, am I?" He teased, eyeing the way Tom was sitting a bit too close to you.

You leaned back, giving Harrison a playful smile. "You always do, Haz."

Harrison chuckled, but his eyes gleamed with mischief. "I swear, if Tom looks at you any harder, he’s going to set you on fire." He winked.

Tom shot him a glare, though his ears turned slightly pink. "Shut up, Haz."

Before Harrison could fire back, the twins, Sam and Harry, barged in, both grinning like idiots.

"Oi, what’s this? A family meeting without us?" Harry quipped, his eyes immediately darting to you. "You keeping our dear brother in check, Y/n/n?"

Sam chimed in, "Or is he finally confessing his undying love for you?"

Tom groaned, running a hand through his messy curls, clearly flustered. "Seriously, all of you need to leave."

Harry laughed, nudging Sam. "What do you think, Sam? Should we leave him to confess?"

"Definitely," Sam nodded. "But it’s not like he’ll actually say it. He’s scared of her."

Tom shot them a warning glance, his jaw tightening. "I’m not scared."

"Of course you’re not," you interrupted, your tone laced with amusement. You reached over and placed a hand on his arm. "Because if you were, you’d have reason to be. Right, boss?"

Tom’s eyes flickered to yours, the tension between you both undeniable. He swallowed hard, feeling the weight of your touch, the closeness. But he didn’t dare move, afraid he might break the moment. Afraid that his feelings, buried for so long, might spill over.

"Yeah," he finally murmured, his voice low. "Right."

Harrison, sensing the charged atmosphere, clapped his hands. "Alright, alright, we’ll leave you two alone. But don’t take too long, Tom. You’ve got a meeting with the DiCarlo family in an hour."

The twins snickered as they followed Harrison out, leaving you and Tom alone in the dimly lit room.

You raised an eyebrow, watching Tom carefully. "The DiCarlo family? That sounds serious."

"It is," Tom said, his tone shifting back to business. "They’ve been causing trouble on our side of the city. I need to show them who’s in control."

You leaned closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. "And you will. But you don’t have to face everything alone, Tom. I’m here. I always have been."

Tom’s heart raced as your words sank in. He had always been the one protecting you, shielding you from the darkness of his world. But tonight, sitting here with you, he realized just how much you had always been protecting him too. Keeping him grounded. Keeping him from losing himself.

Without thinking, Tom reached out, his hand covering yours. His grip was firm, but his touch was gentle. "Y/n... there’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time."

You blinked, surprised by the sudden change in his demeanor. "Tom—"

Before you could respond, the door burst open again, and Harry poked his head in, grinning. "Time’s up, lovebirds! Tom, DiCarlo’s here."

Tom let out a frustrated sigh, pulling his hand away reluctantly. "Of course."

You chuckled, standing up and straightening your jacket. "Guess we’ll have to continue this later."

"Yeah," Tom said, his voice a bit strained. He stood up, towering over you as usual, his eyes softening. "Later."

As you both headed toward the exit, Tom glanced down at you, his mind racing. One day, he promised himself. One day he’d tell you everything.

But for now, business called.

And Tom Holland, the most feared mob boss in London, had a city to control—with you by his side.

The dimly lit club buzzed with tension, but none of that bothered Tom. The DiCarlo family was waiting, but all he could think about was you-your hand on his arm, your words lingering in the air.

As you both walked down the sleek hallway, Tom's mind was racing. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, noticing how easily you moved through this dangerous world-his world. You were more than his best friend, more than his partner-in-crime. You were the only one who could get through to him, the only one who had his heart in the palm of your hand, even if you didn't realize it yet.

Or maybe you did.

Suddenly, Tom stopped walking, grabbing your wrist gently to pull you to a halt. You turned, raising an eyebrow at him, the soft music and murmurs from the club fading into the background.

"Tom?" You asked, confusion lacing your voice.

He took a deep breath, his lips curling into that signature, cocky smirk of his. "I'm not going in there until I say this."

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his demeanor. "Say what?"

Tom stepped closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over you. His brown eyes, usually hard and unreadable when it came to business, softened as they locked with yours.

"You've always had my back, Y/n. Since the beginning. You know me better than anyone else-better than even Haz, my brothers, my mum. You're the one person I'm actually scared of, because you make me feel... something I've never felt before." His smirk grew wider, more confident as he leaned in just a little, his voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper. "And I don't think you realize just how hard I've fallen for you."

Your breath caught in your throat. "Tom-"

"Shh," he interrupted, pressing a finger lightly to your lips. "Let me finish." He took your hand in his, his thumb tracing soft circles on your skin. "I've been in love with you for a long time. I didn't say anything because I was trying to protect you, to keep you out of this mess. But the truth is, I don't want to protect you from me anymore. I want you by my side-for real."

You blinked up at him, your heart racing as his words sank in. You had always known there was something between you two, the way he looked at you, how he'd protect you with his life. But hearing him admit it like this? It felt surreal.

"Tom, are you... serious?" You asked, your voice barely a whisper.

His smirk only deepened as he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. "Darling, when am I ever not serious?" His tone was playful, but the heat in his gaze told you he wasn't messing around.

You felt your heart skip a beat, and despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you, you couldn't help the grin that spread across your face. "You're such a cocky bastard."

Tom chuckled, pulling you closer, his arm snaking around your waist, bringing your body flush against his. "Only for you love."

You rolled your eyes, but your body betrayed you, leaning into his touch. "You've always been a flirt," you murmured, your voice teasing.

"Maybe," he said, his nose brushing against yours, his breath warm against your lips. "But I'm not just flirting now. I mean it, Y/n. I want you. And I'm not letting anyone else have you."

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, his possessive tone sending a thrill through you. "That sounds like a threat, Holland."

Tom grinned, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours. "It is. You're mine, and I'm yours. Whether you like it or not."

Before you could respond, Tom closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a kiss that was every bit as confident as he was. His hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, holding you close as his lips moved against yours with a mix of passion and control. You melted into him, your fingers curling into the fabric of his suit as you kissed him back.

For a moment, the world around you disappeared. The club, the business, the danger-it all faded away as you lost yourself in the feel of Tom's lips, the taste of him intoxicating. You could feel the heat radiating off him, his body pressed against yours as if he couldn't stand the idea of any space between you.

When he finally pulled back, both of you slightly breathless, Tom's forehead rested against yours, a satisfied smirk still playing on his lips. "See?" He murmured. "Told you I wasn't just flirting."

You shook your head, biting back a grin. "You're impossible."

"And yet, you love me," he shot back, his voice dripping with that signature cockiness you had grown to adore.

You rolled your eyes playfully, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you. "Yeah, yeah. Maybe I do."

Tom's grin widened as he straightened up, keeping one arm wrapped around your waist as if you might disappear if he let go. "Good. Because I'm not letting you get away now."

"Who said I was trying to leave?" You teased, raising an eyebrow at him.

Before he could respond, the door to the hallway burst open, and Harrison appeared again, an exasperated look on his face. "Oi, Tom! DiCarlo's starting to get impatient. What the hell are you doing?"

Tom turned to face Harrison, still holding you close, his confidence not wavering for a second. "I'm busy, Haz. Tell DiCarlo to wait."

Harrison's eyes flicked between the two of you, and he raised an eyebrow, noticing the intimate way Tom's arm was wrapped around you. "Oh, I see. Took you long enough, mate."

Tom smirked, glancing down at you before meeting Harrison's gaze. "Yeah, well, good things take time."

Harrison rolled his eyes but couldn't help the grin that tugged at his lips. "Whatever you say, boss. Just don't keep DiCarlo waiting too long."

As Harrison turned and left, Tom looked back at you, his cocky grin still firmly in place. "Looks like I've got a meeting to run. But don't think this conversation is over, love."

You tilted your head, smirking right back at him. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it."

Tom's eyes darkened with amusement, and he leaned down, pressing one last kiss to your lips, slow and lingering. "Good. Because now that I've got you, I'm not letting go."

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witchywithwhiskey · 6 months ago

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Husband, one night stand and best friend: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes and Peter Parker

husband: sam wilson - sam strikes me as a warm, compassionate and outgoing guy. which are all things i look for in a partner. plus, he's hot and funny—also things i look for lol marrying him is a no-brainer.

one night stand: bucky barnes - i feel like bucky and i are too similar to work as a romantic couple. maybe that'd make us perfect for each other, but i don't think so.

best friend: peter parker - idk, i've never been a spider-man girl tbh. i like tom holland's movies the best, by far, but that peter is more than a decade younger than me. i don't even think i could be close friends with him because, like, what're we gonna talk about? how hard it is to find an apartment in new york city? i feel like maybe we could be work friends?

thank you for sending!!! writing about sam reminded me i have a fic idea for him that i've been meaning to write for AGES.

play "husband, one night stand, best friend" with me

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thollandneedy · 22 days ago

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Our New Year - Tom Holland

A/n: Happy new year ,babes! Hoping this year will be awesome!

Warnings: One swear and Kissing

Summary: Tom is in love with his best friend, and it's planning to tell her on New Year's Eve

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The New Year has always been considered a time for new beginnings, and this thought was no different for Thomas. During his year, he had gone through several internal problems, one of which was the inability to tell his best friend that he was in love with her.

The clock was almost 10 minutes to midnight, where his closest relatives and friends were at their penthouse in London to spend another New Year's Eve. Holland couldn't get it out of his head that his main chance of kissing Y/n would be related to the ticking of a clock. The brunette found himself finishing rinsing the dessert dishes to put them in the dishwasher later, talking to one of his brothers who was leaning on the counter using his cell phone.

“Do you know who you're going to kiss at midnight this year?” Sam asks his brother, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe… someone you've spent almost half the year in love with.”

“I haven't had time to tell her yet.” Tom says, putting one of the dirty glasses in the sink.

“How could you not, man? You literally slept at each other's houses a few weeks ago.”

“She was ill and needed me to sleep with her in case something happened. The rest of the time I spent recording, and taking pictures, and going to other countries I…” Thomas wipes his hands on his jeans, huffing. “I don't want to ruin our friendship, especially since dating me is not an easy task.”

“Wow, superstar.” Tuwaine laughs to hear his friend.

“ Fuck off, man.” Holland smiles. Holland smiles. “I'm serious. I really like her, and I want it to be something that works. I'm tired of relationships that don't go anywhere."

“Well, you have to take the first step first.” Harry intrudes on the conversation, taking some plastic cups to the trash. “Y/n is sitting talking to Elle in the kitchen, I think it would be nice if you could call her in the corner around midnight and tell her everything you feel about her.”

“My problem isn't talking. I'm good at talking, I'm an actor and I know how to say what I need to. But with her… with her, I'm afraid of what might happen.” To, admits, crossing his arms as the music plays in the background in the area of the room that had a large window opening onto a balcony that showed the whole of London.

“It's not like you haven't kissed yet.” Sam reminds his brother of one of the many times they kissed while playing the 'bottle game'.

“It's not the same. I want it to be good, of its own accord, and for her to feel it too.” Tom replies, only to be interrupted by a female voice coming from the kitchen.

“Her who?” Y/n frowns smiling, causing all the boys present to find a task to distract the focus of the conversation.

“Nobody. We were talking about Tom's dog. She still hasn't accepted the idea of having a baby brother.” Harry lies.

“Of course.” Y/n smiles, sipping his glass of white wine. “Do you need any help with the dishes?”

“No, we're fine. It'll be midnight soon. I want to get things organized so that everyone has a good time, and we have enough champagne.” Tom glances at Tuwaine out of the corner of his eye.

“Don't give me that look. The other year it was your brother who drank two whole bottles.” The man points at Harry, who replies by giving his friend the middle finger.

“Shall we go up to the balcony?” Thomas plucks up the courage to say, causing a brief silence from his brothers. “Do I need to talk to you about… the dog I want to… get?” Thomas asks uncertainly, making the girl in the long white dress laugh.

“Of course.” Y/n replies. “See you in a bit, boys.”

“See you.” Everyone replies in sync.

Thomas put one of his hands on Y/n's waist, guiding her out onto the balcony past the living room, drawing a few glances from his brothers' girlfriends, some close friends and their parents. The brunette rests his hands on the cold bar of the balcony, watching from afar as fireworks are set off, even though it's not quite midnight. Y/n straightened his hair, which was in a high ponytail, looking up at the stars, and turned his back to the glass balcony, waiting for his best friend to work up the courage to say something.

“You look beautiful.” Tom commented, finally looking at her.

“You look beautiful, too.” The girl pointed with her head, noticing the white pants and a dark beige blouse that accentuated the color of his fair skin and hugged his muscles. “So, which dog were you thinking of buying?”

“ Dog?” Thomas found himself at a loss, but soon opened his mouth and 'o' back to his original lie. “Ah, yes. A puppy. I was thinking of another Pitbull of the same breed as Tessa.”

“I think she'll get on well with him. I don't see why she wouldn't.” Y/n replied, watching him approach the girl.

“Y/n I… I'm an idiot.” Thomas runs his hands through his hair, feeling a breeze hit his arms covered by the long sleeves of his shirt.

The girl couldn't lie if asked if her relationship with her best friend was any different. As far as she knew, best friends didn't kiss the way he kissed her, and they didn't even look at each other with the intensity that each of them did. If it had been of her own volition, she would have been a long way from where she was in her relationship with Tom, and she could already feel her hands breaking out in a cold sweat when she heard the pronoun 'she' in the kitchen conversation. She would never have the right to feel jealous of the people he stayed with, not least because they had nothing to do with each other, but she couldn't help wondering what might become of them if one day they tried something.

“What happened?” The girl moved even closer, allowing the warmth of her friend's body to become hers too.

“I work in several different countries depending on the movie I'm making. I have parties to go to, as much as I don't like them, and magazine cover photos to take. All this takes me away from the people I love, and makes my relationship with them become more and more shallow, and I don't want that to happen to us because… I don't want to hurt you, ever. Seeing you sad would make me sad. Just as seeing you happy makes me happy.” The brunette crosses his arms, trying to ward off the cold.

“What does that mean?” Y/n swallows dryly.

“I-”

“Two minutes to midnight.” Harrison shouts, drawing the attention of the couple who are watching all the guests stand up with their glasses in hand, waiting for the champagne to pop when the clock strikes midnight.

“'Crap.” Thomas curses to himself.

“Tom.” Y/n's eyebrows turn into a curve of concern. “Just tell me at once.”

“I've spent half the year in love with you, and that hasn't left my mind for an instant. I've had the chance to have several people by my side, but I want my year to be different, and it will only be different if you're in it. I don't want to be your friend. I've simply lost the ability to be your friend because all I think about when I see you is hugging you and feeling your mouth on mine. You're the one I want, and I've been afraid to say that because I know that dating me isn't easy, and you have your own life too, and I can't get in the way of your dreams as it would be selfish of me. But if you're willing to stay with me, I'll do everything I can to make it work together.” Thomas takes one of Y/n's hands.

“Tom.” The girl's eyes fill with tears, but the actor's thumb gently brushes across her eye without taking away from the entire two hours she's spent getting ready.

“Just a minute.” Harrison shouts, ushering the guests out onto the balcony, while some position their cell phones in their hands to record the fireworks and take pictures of the full bottles toasting.

“You have no idea what a relief it is to hear that.” The girl smiles. “I spent the whole year thinking about us. What we could be, but I didn't want to say anything because I know how hard it is to be who you are, and I know that it would also be a challenge for me to live with your reality as your romantic partner, but even so, a part of me wants you. You were always the one who loved me, took me in, looked after me when I needed it most and never turned your back even when we had a fight. If I'm going to spend another year with you, I want it to be forever.”

“Well?” Thomas feels his heart leap out of his chest. “What are we going to do with that?” The brunette points at himself and at the woman in front of him, who moves even closer to him.

“That's a problem for next year.” Y/n says quietly, given how close they are.

“Three, two, one” The guests shout in unison. “Happy New Year”

Fireworks exploded in the sky, and the shouting became loud, even though it was forbidden to make noise after midnight. The guests hugged each other and doused themselves with alcohol in celebration of a new cycle. Y/n's eyes met Thomas's and, as if in an explosion of love, his lips. Thomas runs one of his hands along her hip, feeling his body and tongue mixing with every part of her. The girl holds onto the sides of the actor's face, not letting him escape her touch, feeling his chest heave each time their tongues met. His eyes opened, and embarrassed smiles appeared, saying:

“Happy New Year, Tom.”

“Happy our year, Y/n.”

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