#tom holland x harrison x Y/N

[jahayla-parker]

TikTok Prank Preference: Stuck Tampon

Description: blurb preference with the characters/people below based on the viral TikTok prank where the person pretend they have a tampon stuck and need their partner to help them to see how they react.

Warnings: mentions of period related items and topics, minimally suggestive words, otherwise fluff

Characters/people for this preference: Tom Holland, Peter Parker, Harry Holland, Sam Holland, Harrison Osterfield, Freddy Carter, Kaz Brekker, Jesper Fahey, Cardan Greenbriar, Aaron Warner Anderson, Pin Hawthorne, and Austin Butler

Tom Holland

“Tomm…” y/n mumbled.

Tom peaked his head into the bathroom, eyes meeting her’s instantly.

“I… uhhh…. I have an issue” she whispered.

Tom raised his eyebrow at her and stepped into their bathroom, closing the door behind him

“What’s happening love?” He asked, grabbing her hand.

“So… uhh… I’m on my period…” y/n explained slowly.

Tom nodded, “did you need me to go to the store?”

Y/n smiled at how sweet he was but shook her head, looking away.

“Okay, then what is it darling?” He asked, using his thumb to lift her head back up to look at him.

“I… my tampon is… stuck” she said, looking out the corner of her eyes nervously.

“Oh” Tom said breathlessly but quickly pulled himself together, “okay. Let’s figure this out”.

“Wait, what?” Y/n asked, looking back at him with sad eyes.

“Love, it’s alright” he cooed, stroking her cheek, “we’ll get it out hmm?”

She gave him a thankful smile to which he responded by kissing her forehead delicately and lifting her onto the bathroom counter.

“So… just talk me through it yeah?” He asked shyly.

“Tom” she blushed, reaching forward to stop him.

“Darling, nothing to be shy about, I’ve seen it all before, and it’s not your fault it’s stuck” he encouraged.

Y/n giggled, burying her head into his shoulder.

She pulled back and pointed to her camera, “it’s a TikTok prank babe”.

Tom huffed, his cheeks reddening as he lifted her back to the ground.

“I couldn’t resist, but you were so sweet” she smiled, kissing his cheek.

Tom blushed more, wrapping his arm around her waist, “just as long as you know you can come to me if that really happened”.

Peter Parker

“Ummmm Peter?” Y/n called, walking into their apartment’s living room.

Peter looked up from his laptop and gave her a bright smile and nodded.

“So I uhh… Nevermind I’ll ask MJ” she rambled, looking down and playing with her hands.

Peter sighed, quickly setting his laptop to the side and walking to his girlfriend.

“Why MJ?” He frowned, pulling her to him.

Y/n laughed nervously, “it’s.. a girl thing Peter”.

“Oh” he whispered, his cheek warming up as it rested on her shoulder.

“Well maybe I can still help?” He offered, drawing shapes on her back through his sweatshirt she was wearing.

“Oh, thank you Peter” she said, squeezing him, “but I don’t think you’re going to want to do that”.

“Sure I do!” Peter gasped, pulling back to show his offended facial expressions.

Y/n bit her lip, “Peter…”

Peter’s frown deepened as he whined, “please let me help?”

“Peter-“ y/n began slowly.

“Please, I’ll do my best! I w-“ He argued.

“Peter, my tampon is stuck!” She blurted, cutting him off.

Peter’s eyes widened and his cheeks turned so red they’d have blended in with his Spider-Man suit if he had it on.

“Oh… okaay… umm…” Peter rambled anxiously.

“I’ll just call MJ and -“ y/n suggested.

Peter shook his head rapidly, “no, no. I’ll figure this out. Let me research this”.

“What?! What’re you looking up?” Y/n gasped as Peter rushed to his computer.

“The best way to help get a stuck tampon out” Peter said simply, typing away.

“Babe” y/n giggled, resting her hand on his over the keyboard.

“This article says I can simply use my hand, so-“ Peter began, reading off the instruction from the website he clicked on.

“Peter” y/n said, kissing his cheek, “it was a prank”.

“What?” He asked, turning to face her.

“It is a TikTok trend Pete; if it helps, you passed” y/n shrugs with a smile.

Peter shook his head, “of course I did, I wasn’t going to just leave it in there”.

Y/n laughed and pulled him to her for a hug.

Harry Holland

“Baz! Can you come here please?” Y/n shouted.

Harry knocked before slowly opening the bathroom door, “love?”

“I need your help” she stated, causing an instant wave of confusion to take over his features.

Harry rubbed the back of his neck, “with?”

Y/n looked away from him as she slowly sat on the closed toilet lid, “my tampon is stuck Baz”

Harry froze, staring at her in shock as he opened and closed his mouth silently.

Y/n looked up as he started to exit the bathroom, “are you just leaving me here?”

“Don’t be dramatic” Harry scoffed, “I’m getting reinforcements “.

Y/n jumped up, grabbing her phone and running to catch up with him, “reinforcements?!”

“Love I don’t know what to do, but I’m sure mum does” Harry explained, grabbing his phone from where he abandoned it on the couch moments ago.

“No!” Y/n laughed, taking the phone from his hand.

“Y/n, I’m clueless on this” Harry groaned, reaching for his phone.

“That’s fine cause it’s a prank” y/n informed him, giving him a cheesy grin.

Harry stared at her, trying to see if she was lying or not.

He smirked, grabbing his phone back from her, “you can never be too sure”.

“Holland don’t you dare!” Y/n gasped, putting her phone down as she chased her boyfriend around their flat.

Sam Holland

“Darling?” Sam called, knocking on their bathroom door.

Y/n had intentionally sat in the bathroom for far longer than normal, waiting to see if he noticed.

“I… I’ll be out soon” y/n breathily laughed.

Sam sighed softly, “are you okay?”

Y/n bit her lip as she took one last deep breath to compose herself for the prank.

“Y-yeah Sammy. I’ll be out soon.. okay?” She asked quietly.

“Y/n, can I come in?” He asked, resting his hand on the door handle.

“Why?” She asked with a fake panic.

Sam laughed nervously, “because you’re scaring me honey, can I please come in?”

“Umm one sec” y/n shouted, making a lot of noise and running the sink.

She held a towel in her hands as she opened the door for her boyfriend with a sheepish smile.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked, surveying the bathroom for clues.

“Nothing” she said, looking away as she hung the towel up.

“Darling,” Sam warned softly, grabbing her hand.

She sighed, peering up into his eyes, “my tampon is… stuck”.

Sam’s mouth opened slightly before he nodded.

“How do I help? Should I get ummm” he rambled, his eyes darting around the room, “ooh! Tongs?”

“No! You’re not using tongs down there Sam!” Y/n gasped, laughing.

Sam thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement, “Turkey baster?”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, “what?!”

“You know… the suction? It could pull it out” Sam shrugged.

“No kitchen utensils!” Y/n sighed, rubbing her head.

Sam bit his lip, “okay, well I’m coming up with ideas, you tell me one then”.

“Sam your ideas all involve medieval torture” y/n joked, “thank god it was a prank!��

Sam let out a sigh of relief before crossing his arms over his chest, “you were pranking me?”

Y/n giggled shyly and nodded, “good thing too cause now I know who not to come to!”

Haz (Harrison) Osterfield

“Okay, okay, go” y/n giggled, shoving Charlotte back to their living room, “he’ll be home soon”.

Charlotte laughed and raced back, throwing herself on her brother’s couch to wait.

Y/n set up her phone’s camera in the corner between their towel rack and toothbrush holder.

“Darling?” Harrison called out, “Charlotte says you’ve been in there a while”.

Y/n suppressed her laughter over the fact Charlotte wasn’t supposed to even say anything but was clearly eager.

“Ummm yeah, sorry” y/n sighed, making Harrison knock on the door.

“I’ll be out. I just… need a minute “ y/n lied.

“I’m coming in love” Harrison said, slowly opening the door so she had the chance to stop him.

Harrison walked to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, “are you just hanging out in here?”

Y/n laughed and slapped his arm playfully, “of course not”.

“Well, you’re completely dressed and standing alone in the bathroom, what else am I to expect?” Harrison teased, brushing some hair from her eyes.

Y/n rolled her eyes, “it’s not that”.

“Then what is it?” Harrison asked, his voice sounding concerned again.

“Do you really want to know?” Y/n asked as she bit her lip.

Harrison looked and ensured the bathroom door was shut before nodding, “of course”.

“My… tampon… is… well, it’s stuck” y/n muttered.

“In you?” Harrison blurted without thinking.

Y/n laughed and sighed, “yeah, duh”.

Harrison shook his head to focus, quickly stepping back and grabbing her shoulders, “okay… let me think”.

“It’s okay, I -“ y/n began but he shook his head.

Harrison’s eyes snapped to her’s as an idea formed in his mind, “okay, I got it”.

Y/n raised an eyebrow questioningly at him.

“Sit here” he said, pressing onto the wall of the bathtub.

“Umm what?” Y/n asked quietly, doing as he said.

“I will kneel down and we’ll get this fixed” he offered.

Y/n grinned, leaning forward and kissing him, “I love you Haz, but that’s not needed”.

Harrison rolled his eyes, “it’s not a big deal, just-“

She laughed, cupping his cheek with her hand, “it’s a TikTok prank baby”.

Harrison looked around for the camera, noticing it just as y/n pointed it out.

“You’re lucky I love you” he teased, grabbing the camera.

“Clearly” she grinned, making him blush.

Freddy Carter

“Love, I got your text, where are you?” Freddy asked as he entered their flat, setting the groceries on the floor by the front door.

“Bathroom” y/n mumbled, Freddy noticing the shyness in her voice.

“You said you need help?” He asked, knocking on the door.

“Come in please Freddy” she whispered.

Freddy opened the door, walking to her and grabbing her hand, “what’s happening?”

Y/n giggled, rubbing a hand over her face in embarrassment, “I managed to get my tampon… stuck”.

Freddy bit his lip as he watched her look up at him innocently.

She sighed with a smile, “I know”.

Freddy laughed softly, “good, well done love”.

Y/n rolled her eyes at his typical line when she made a fool of herself, and crossed her arms.

“Alright, alright “ he said, composing himself, “it’s no longer funny. How can I help love?”

Y/n bit her lip and shrugged, “it’s really stuck. I’ve tried for like twenty before texting you”.

“Pretty girl, why didn’t you call me? I would’ve come faster to help” Freddy sighed, guiding her to the toilet.

“It’s awkward” y/n mumbled.

Freddy delicately pushed her to sit down, kissing the top of her head, “no it’s not, now I’m going to need you to lower your trousers and then -“

“Freddy-“ y/n said, grabbing his hand.

Freddy looked down at her and nodded as he waited for an explanation for her hesitation.

“I really appreciate you baby, but it’s just a TikTok prank, Amita suggested it” y/n giggled, squeezing his hand.

Freddy paused for a moment, “alright, so you’re okay?”

Y/n stood up before him, kissing his cheek, “yeah, thank you”.

Freddy laughed and shook his head, “good, now help me with the groceries?”

Kaz Brekker

“Inej, no” y/n sighed, annoyed that in her drunken state Jesper convinced her to have you prank Kaz.

“Why?” Inej whined.

“Because you know how he is with touch” y/n argued firmly.

“He doesn’t have to actually touch tou, just see how he’d try to help or if he’d ignore it “ she pressed.

“Inej, no” y/n repeated, standing up and walking to Kaz’s room.

She frowned upon seeing the room was empty but she sat down at his desk anyways and grabbed the book next to her.

When Kaz entered his room, he hesitated for a moment, seeing y/n resting her head in a book on his desk.

He tried to tell himself that while her posture showed she was uncomfortable it was due to her position not what Inej told him.

Kaz wasn’t sure why Inej had told him such a personal matter in the first place, but he knew she was unusually drunk.

As y/n seemed to notice his presence, she shifted in her seat to stretch and loosen her muscles from the bad position she was in.

But Kaz took it as a sign that Inej was correct.

He sighed, slowly walking to y/n as she smiled at him.

Kaz paused just before her and his eyes ran up and down her body as he tried to think of a plan to help her without touching her.

He knew it was futile but he couldn’t ignore it either, especially after Inej went into vigorous detail about what could happen if the tampon was left inside y/n too long.

“Kaz?” Y/n asked, noticing his higher than normal level of apprehension.

“I… I don’t think I can do it y/n” Kaz sighed, his eyes on his gloved hands.

“Do, what?” She pressed, staring at him in confusion.

“Help you” he sighed, his jaw clenching in frustration with himself, “I’m not there yet”.

Y/n tilted her head to the side as she examined his eyes for any clue as to what was going on, “Kaz, I-“.

He shook his head, gripping his cane tighter, “I cannot. Inej is of no use at the moment. I will get Nina”.

She watched as Kaz turned abruptly towards his door.

“Kaz, I don’t need Nina. What are you talking about?” She asked, standing up behind him.

“Your… disposition. Inej informed me” Kaz stated, his back to her.

“My..-? Oh, Kaz, ignore her” y/n said as she caught on.

Kaz turned back to y/n, “I will not. You need help. I may not be able to but I can make sure Nina does”.

Y/n smiled and walked to him, slowly setting her hand over his on his cane to allow him the chance to pull away or stop her.

“Inej wanted me to prank you. I told her no. I guess she took it upon herself” y/n explained, smiling sympathetically at him.

“You are not at risk of poor health then?” Kaz clarified, the concern showing in his eyes.

“I mean, we live in Ketterdam so that’s a constant possibility, but no, I don’t have a tampon stuck, and no I’m not at any increased health risk Kaz” she promised.

Kaz turned his hand over to hold her’s for a moment as he nodded and let his features relax.

Y/n smiled and lead him back to his desk so he could sit.

While she wasn’t pleased Inej pushed it, she was proud of her boyfriend for finding his own way to help her.

Jesper Fahey

“You what?” Jesper asked, setting his whiskey down.

“Don’t make me repeat it” y/n groaned.

Jesper laughed and dropped his arm around her shoulders, “then let’s go”.

“Where?” She asked as he lead her through the crowd that had entered the crow’s club that night.

“To the restroom to take care of this” he shrugged.

“And how exactly are you planning on doing that Jesper?” Y/n laughed.

“Darling, you should know I’m well skilled with my hands” Jesper winked.

“Jes!” She gasped, smacking his arm.

“What?!” He feigned innocence, “you’ve seen me take apart my guns to clean them. This is not much different”.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she knew that was not what he was referring to mere seconds before.

“It is very different, thank you very much!” She argued.

Jesper smirked and shrugged as he pushed the bathroom door open after no one responded when he knocked, “you know I’m always gentle”.

Y/n grumbled, “I hate you”.

Jesper laughed, “if you say so, now stand here”.

“Jesper, stop” y/n laughed, pushing him back.

He sighed, looking into her eyes, “I’ll stop joking, but we do need to fix this”.

Y/n smiled, “it was a prank Jes”.

Jesper frowned, “you mean..”

She nodded, kissing his cheek, “thanks for helping me win the bet though!”

Jesper groaned as he followed her back out into the club, “you better split the winnings with me!”

Cardan Greenbriar

“Yes my sweet nemesis?” Cardan mumbles, glancing up from his slouched position on his lounge chair in his bedroom.

“I could use some assistance” y/n whispered.

“With?” He asks, setting his gold rimmed chalice down before standing.

“You may not be interested..” she sighs, looking away.

“I beg your pardon, you cannot truly think I would chose to not assist you” Cardan scoffs, lifting y/N’s hand to his stained lips.

“Cardan… it’s just… my tampon is stuck” y/n explains slowly.

“This is a mortal thing yes?” Cardan questions with a slight tilt of his head, the tip of his ear peaking through the curtain of his loose hair.

She nods, “which is why, I think you may need to get my sist-“.

Cardan cuts y/n off with a gentle kiss to her lips, “I understand the summation, but my Queen, I plead you let me try first on my own”.

“You’re willing to…” y/n trailed off, staring into his kind eyes.

“You need not act as if that is anything new my dear” he smirked, pulling her hand towards their adjoined bathroom.

“Cardan” She giggles, tugging him back, “it’s a prank”.

“A… prank?” He questions, staring at her.

“Basically a joke or trick for comedic purposes” y/n explains with a smile.

Cardan’s eyes darken slightly as he shakes his head, “ever the trickster aren’t you my beautiful y/n”.

She blushes as she watches him flop back onto the lounge chair and resume his drinking.

Aaron Warner (Anderson)

“Honey, I’m going to need some help in here” y/n said, knowing Aaron would rush right in.

Just as suspected, her boyfriend busted into the bathroom within seconds.

“How can I help you love?” He asked, scanning her for any injuries.

“So… ummm” she mumbled, biting her lip.

Aaron sighed tenderly, “love, don’t be shy. Not with me”.

He was being so gentle she felt bad for pranking him, but she needed to beat Kenji.

“I got a tampon stuck” she told him, eyes wide as she looked into his green eyes.

“Not a problem love,” he stated, picking her up and setting her on the bench next to the counter.

“Aaron-“ she giggled, grabbing his hand.

“It’s okay gorgeous, just lift your hips for me love” he instructed, reaching for her waistband.

“Babe, stop” She whispered, smiling at him “ it was a prank”.

Aaron furrowed his eyebrows as he stepped back and gave her a questioning look.

She bit her lip and shrugged innocently, “Kenji said that no guy would ever-“.

“You did this to prove a point to Kenji?” Aaron asked teasingly.

She nodded with a shy smile, “oops?”

Aaron chuckled and shook his head, scooping her into his arms as he began tickling her, “you’re going to pay for that my love”.

Pin Hawthorne

“I can’t right now Pin” y/n sighed, walking out of the restroom.

“Why?” He sighed, leaning against the doorframe, “it’ll be short and we’ll have dinner after”.

“I have to umm.. hang out here for a bit” She explained.

Pin squinted at her, “everyone’s left, unless you’re the horse thief I’m not sure why you’d stick around”.

Y/n scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest as she playfully glared at him.

“I’m kidding” Pin grinned, putting his palms up in the air, “but why are you staying here?”

“I have to take care of something” y/n muttered, trying to not look over at her camera she’d hidden earlier.

The girls had all agreed to try the viral tampon prank on their boyfriends this weekend and y/n decided to get it over with first.

“I own the stables y/n, I assure you that whatever Mia has you staying late for can wait” Pin sighed, expecting Mia to be the cause again this time, “regardless, I can help”.

“Not with this” She giggled nervously.

Pin pushed himself off the doorframe and walked to his girlfriend, gently interlacing their hands, “why not?”

“Pin…it’s embarrassing” She pouted.

He shrugged, “I’ve embarrassed myself countless times before you. I promise you can tell me anything”.

Y/n beamed as she looked into his warm brown eyes, “I know…”

“Then what is the matter?” He pressed hesitantly.

“My tampon is stuck” she groaned.

Pin’s cheeks flushed a crimson red color as he sucked in his bottom lip.

He forced a stiff nod, “I see”.

“Like I said, you can’t help. I tried several times and I can’t get it myself” y/n told him.

Pin raised his eyebrows as he slowly let out his bottom lip, “if you can’t reach it… perhaps… umm… perhaps I can. If you’re okay with that of course! I mean, I know I’ve only worked on horses but I think I understand the general task and I-“

Y/n giggled, reaching up to run her hand through his hair, “Pin, babe, breathe”.

Pin nodded and took a deep breath, “okay, so-“.

“No, really, baby it was a prank, I’m sorry” she explained, playing with his hair to relax him.

“What?” He whispered in shock.

“I’m sorry” she sighed, tenderly scratching his scalp, “it was Jade’s idea. It’s a TikTok trend people do with their boyfriends”.

Pin closed his eyes for a second as he suppressed a large grin, but his dimples face him away, “boyfriend”.

Y/n giggled, cuddling up against him, “yes Pin, boyfriend”.

Austin Butler

“Ugh” y/n griped as she stomped through her and Austin’s house.

Austin set his script aside as he started questioningly at his girlfriend.

He waited to see if she’d explain why she was having a fit but as she began digging in her purse while still muttering he gave up.

“Angel? What’s going on? Why are you so grumpy?” He smirked, standing up to walk to her.

“I’m not grumpy Austin” She argued, rolling her eyes.

“Mmm okay” He laughed, “tell that to the pen you threw”.

She groaned, running a hand down her face as she plopped into the dining room chair next to her.

“Y/n/n, angel come on, talk to me” Austin requested, kneeling next to her.

She shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself.

Austin sighed and pulled her chair leg slowly to bring her closer, “please”.

“I can’t” she mumbled.

“Love, we talked about communication” He reminded her, his hand resting on her knee.

She let out a loud sigh before nodding and looking at him, “my tampon is stuck Austin “.

Austin laughed making her shove him playfully as she pouted .

He shook his head, cupping her face in his hands, “angel, that’s an easy fix. You had me worried”.

Y/N’s eyes widened, “I already tried though, I can’t get it”.

Austin nodded, pulling her head delicately to him as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, “that’s where I step in”.

She smiled and shook her head, looking to the camera against the planter.

“Angel, I know it might be awkward but it’s gotta come out” Austin said, squeezing her hand encouragingly.

“Aus” She giggled, pointing to the camera resting on their planter, “it was just a TikTok prank!”

Austin laughed loudly as he helped y/n stand up and pulled her to him, “I’ll get you back for that you know”.

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The Drawdown

Wipeout - Chapter 9

Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Okay so I decided to cut this chapter in half so I could get it out a little faster and keep it from getting really long. Next chapter should hopefully also be coming shortly

Warnings: Fighting, angst

Summary: You have a terrible time at the beach

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You twisted the small beads of your necklace while you read over the email on your phone. You’d been studying it religiously since it arrived, every word was now deeply ingrained in your memory. You wanted to say yes so badly, you’d even begun searching for apartments. It was such an amazing opportunity, if things were any different you would have said yes in a heartbeat. There was just one thing holding you back.

Tom Holland. Your sweet, funny, flirty little surfer boy. You just couldn’t imagine life without him. One week apart had left you totally miserable, how would you handle multiple months? An entire year? It seemed impossible.

If you could go back in time you would have listened to Grace and backed off way sooner. You thought you could fight your own feelings, and for a long time you had, but it became overwhelming. You weren’t sure exactly when things changed, but when he’d handed you that necklace you became totally overwhelmed with a warm fuzzy feeling. Everything had crashed over you and all at once you realized that the way you wanted Tom had moved far beyond friendship or lust. You didn’t know how to handle the sudden rush of emotions so you jumped to sex so you could feel as close to him as possible.

You debated talking to him about it, but you already knew your feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated, and you didn’t want them to ruin a friendship that you valued so deeply. Leaving was a perfect out though, the distance would make it easier to move on. Plus you’d be totally focused on your career and future, there’d be no time for you to worry about dating. You two could call and text, even FaceTime on occasion, but by the time you came back you’d be totally over him. You’d probably laugh about it together later in life.

“Boo,” a set of hands grabbed your shoulders. You were brought out of your trance so suddenly you jumped and let out a startled cry. Adrien laughed as he walked around to face you, “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t think I’d actually scare you.”

“That’s okay, I totally zoned out,” you set your phone in your lap and flashed him a smile, “Getting tired?”

You’d gone out to the beach with Grace, Harrison, and Adrien. Adrien and Grace had both tried to get you to come into the water already but you’d told them you weren’t feeling well. Really you were just waiting for Tom to get off work. He was set to come join you once he got off, you were hoping you could tell him you were planning on moving once you were out on the water. It was easier to have that sort of talk on the water.

“Nah, I’ve just got to leave in a few minutes, I’m meeting some friends for dinner,” he explained, “I don’t suppose you’re feeling any better yet?”

You shook your head, “No, not really.”

“That sucks, I’m sorry, I wish you could be out there with us,” he leaned back on his hands while he spoke, “I’m kind of glad we have a minute alone though, there’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.”

You knit your brows, “You can always text me.”

“I know, I just think it’s better to do this stuff in person,” his cheeks took a bit of color as he continued, “I’m not the smoothest person in the world so forgive me if I stumble a bit. I want to start by saying I think you’re really pretty and really cool…”

Oh no, you could already tell where he was going.

“And I had a lot of fun hanging out and helping you with your internship stuff. So I was just wondering if you’d want to go on a date sometime?”

You were frozen in time, your mind rushing between a million thoughts. Adrien was cute, sure, but you’d never thought about him that way, and you had no clue he’d been thinking about you that way.

“Sorry, I’m just a little surprised,” you justified your silence and cleared your throat, “I didn’t realize you were into me that way…” you trailed off as you considered your options.

Adrien was cute, and a good match for you on paper. He was the opposite of Tom in many ways, more quiet and shy. He was sweet and smart and your careers fit nicely together. Plus a date would help you move on. If you could move on then you wouldn’t have to move away from him. You could stay in the sweet little town that you loved, with the sweet boy that you loved. Everything would be perfect, you and Tom could just be best friends and Adrien would be your boyfriend. A boyfriend gave you another reason to deny leaving too, to stay here and stay near him.

“Um, yeah, I think we should do that,” you nodded as you finally answered him, “Just something super casual though, you know what I mean?”

He nodded quickly, “Yeah, of course, we could just grab dinner or something, nothing crazy.”

This was good. Tom and Adrien were friends, all three of you could hang out together. Plus Tom and your other friends would definitely approve of Adrien, and that was important to you. Nothing had to change at all.

“Cool, did you have somewhere in mind?” you turned your attention to your hands, dipping your fingers into the warm sand nervously.

“Have you been to the Thai place that just opened? They have a cute little outside area right on the beach.”

“No, I haven’t, that sounds good though,” you agreed, “When did you want to go? I’m off on Friday.”

“Friday is perfect, around 6 if that works?”

You nodded again, “6 is good for me too. I can pick you up if you want?”

“That’s perfect, I can’t wait,” he flashed a big warm smile and leaned forward again, “I’ve got to get going, but I’m really excited.”

Your smile was smaller but you tried not to seem unsure, “Me too. Have fun at dinner.”

“I will,” he bounced to his feet quickly and waved to you, “I’ll see you Friday.”

“You too,” you waved as he left.

As he disappeared down the beach you drew your legs up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them. You set your head on your knees with a sigh and turned your eyes to Grace and Harrison. You watch Harrison cut into Grace’s wave and start teasing her while she yelled at him. They were having so much fun, it was annoying to be caught up in your own feelings instead of out there having fun with them.

You had no idea how long you’d been sitting there just watching when you heard footsteps behind you. You turned to find Tom, who must have just walked down the beach from work. He flashed you a smile, and then a pout when he noticed the look on your face.

“What’s wrong? Did you get hurt or something?” he hummed.

“No, I’m fine,” you stretched your legs out as he tossed his shirt and shoes off, “How was work?”

“Good, slow,” he glanced out at your friends, “You’re not gonna make me paddle out there alone are you?” he grabbed the pink board you liked and pushed it out towards you.

“No, I’ll go, just, um,” you took a deep breath, “Could you sit for a minute? I need to talk to you.”

His lips tugged to a small frown but he nodded and stuck the board back in the sand, “Of course, what’s on your mind?” he fell down into the sand beside you.

“Adrien asked me out,” you blurted it out because you didn’t know how to tell him.

You’d hoped he’d be excited, tell you right away that he hoped you said yes and he thought you’d be a great couple. It would be so much easier if he was excited.

His lips tugged upwards to a playful smirk, “Well I hope you let him down gentle Flower.”

Your cheeks tinted pink. He’d expected you to say no.

“Well actually I said yes,” you mumbled it out, like you’d done something wrong. Somehow it felt shameful, like something you needed to hide.

“Oh,” his little smirk dropped and he crossed his legs, “I didn’t realize you were into him.”

���I don’t really know if I am yet, that’s kind of the point of the date,” you tried to joke but Tom’s face contorted to a frown and his voice held an edge you weren’t used to hearing, “I don’t think you should be leading him on like that. If you’re not interested just tell him, all this is going to do is cause drama.”

“Why would it cause drama?” you frowned back at him, “It’s super casual, and he knows that. It’s just to see if there’s a spark or anything.”

“How could it not cause drama? He knows you and I have been hooking up, you think he’s just going to be cool with that?” he snapped at you.

You were taken back, you’d expected Tom to be shocked at most, not angry. He seemed totally pissed though, you hadn’t seen him that angry since the incident with Riley.

“He’s going to have to be cool with it Tom. If things got serious or anything I’d make it very clear with him that you and I are always going to be friends. Plus I doubt he would have asked me out if he wasn’t okay with it,” you pointed out, “I am perfectly capable of drawing those boundaries with any future partner I might have. You don’t need to worry about someone pushing you out of my life or getting jealous or something, I wouldn’t let that happen.”

You were being honest, you’d never let anyone push Tom out of your life, he meant too much. It was easy to promise that too when you couldn’t imagine being with anyone but him. Eventually you’d have to get over that, you’d have to move on, but he’d still always be an important part of your life.

“It’s not about that (y/n) I-” he cut himself off with a heavy sigh, shaking his head before he continued, “He’s not right for you.”

You knit your brows, “What do you mean? I thought you liked Adrien.”

“I do like Adrien,” he sighed again, “Adrien is a good guy, but you two barely know each other.”

“Again, that’s the point of the date.”

“Okay well I do know both of you, and I know you aren’t a good match.”

“What do you mean?” you asked again, you were starting to get annoyed now, “He’s sweet, and you know on paper we-”

“On paper doesn’t mean anything (y/n),” he sounded harsh and scolding, boardline parental, “You can make anyone seem good for anyone on paper.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a child Tom, I’m capable of deciding who I do and don’t want to go out with,” you snapped back at him.

“That’s not what I’m trying to do,” he groaned and ran his hands through his hair, “Look if you want my opinion I think it’s a bad idea. I won’t lie to make you feel better.”

“I don’t want you to lie Tom, I appreciate that you’re being honest here,” you dipped your fingers into the warm sand and grabbed a fistful of it, “I just thought we should talk about it because, you know…” you trailed off, letting the sand stream out between your fingers while you searched for the right words, “We’ve got out thing and our terms were-”

“Oh for fucks sake (y/n) don’t talk about it like it’s some sort of contract,” he snapped bitterly at you. Your eyes widened in shock and you fell silent. He was so venomous and angry, you’d never heard him speak like that. He glanced over at you and took a deep breath before he spoke again, “Sorry, I’m sorry, that came out really mean. I just don’t think this is a good idea okay? I mean he’s my roommate, he knows about our whole deal. It’s gonna get weird and he’ll inevitably end up jealous.”

“It’s just a super casual thing right now, if things got more serious I’d make it clear with him that he’d have to be okay with us staying friends.”

“If it’s just a super casual thing then why are we even talking about it? I mean what we talked about was doing our thing until you found someone you actually want to be with. So I don’t see why this matters unless you actually want to be with him.”

“Well I just don’t know that right now, I might want to be with him or something in the future. I wanted to talk to you about it because I don’t want things to get weird,” you pursed your lips. Really you wanted to bring up cooling things off between you two, you just thought this was a good way to bring that up without admitting your feelings, “Why are you getting mad at me? I’m just trying to communicate.”

“I’m not getting mad at you,” he clarified, “I’m not mad. I just think this is a bad idea, and I don’t think you two are a good match. I don’t get why you want to have this conversation either. If you don’t want to be with him, why do we need to talk about this? Obviously you’re not looking for my opinion.”

“Because I think it’s probably best for us to cool things off while I’m figuring this shit out,” you bit back at him. His mood was starting to sour yours too, “I’m trying to have this conversation with you so things don’t get weird or tense. I am not asking for your permission or approval. If you have an actual reason for thinking it’s a bad idea then I’d love to hear it, but if your reasoning is just that you don’t think we’re a good match, then I can decide that for myself. Obviously I’m going to talk to you about this because what else am I going to do? Just not tell you?”

His whole face flushed, “No I-” he paused, “I-If that’s what you think is best then obviously…” he fell silent, you waited for him to speak again, “I’m sorry, I don’t want to come off controlling or something because that’s not it at all. Obviously if you don’t want to stop sleeping together for any reason that’s your call, I’m not gonna question you on that. I just think that you going out with my roommate is a bad idea. I think it’ll make things weird no matter how hard we try to avoid it.”

“If it feels weird then I won’t go out with him again, but I’m trying to talk this out now so we’re on the same page. I don’t want to fight with you.”

“Yeah, me either,” he nodded, “I’m sorry for being pissy. I guess you’ll just go on the date or whatever and see how you feel or something…”

“Yeah…” your eyes left him in favor of the beach, “I’m sorry too, I wasn’t trying to start a fight.”

“I know.”

Silence fell between you two, neither of you knew what else to say. You were hoping for a much more positive talk.

“We could hit the water if you want,” you suggested in an attempt to lighten the mood, “I was sort of waiting for you to head out there.”

“Actually I think I’m gonna head home,” Tom rubbed the back of his neck, “I, uh, I don’t really feel like surfing right now. Work was really long, I’d like to just get to bed.”

“Right totally,” you nodded and watched him stand up.

He pulled his shirt back on and gave you an awkward wave as he left. You sighed and pulled your legs back up to your chest. Your head felt heavy on your knees and your eyes started burning. You tried to convince yourself it was just the salty air but you knew better.

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[petersasteria]

Hey, everyone! I'm planning to do themed one shots for the whole month of June. The theme is "quotes from RuPaul's Drag Race".

Tagging my very few mutuals to let them know im alive: @fanficparker @justasmisunderstoodasloki @tommysparker

[peterdarlingg]

Bloody promises

Pairing:Mob!tom holland x reader

Synopsis: it’s your first date with Tom in a long time. Though things don’t go as planned.

Warnings: mentions of injuries, blood, pain meds, angst. (I think that’s it let me know if I’m missing something.)

A/n: hope you enjoy! I love hearing feedback (nicely<3)

It was wrong place wrong time. You and Tom had planned to go out on a date that night, seeing as it’s been months since you both had spent quality time together.

You decided to just keep it simple and take a walk and eat some ice cream from your favorite place in London.

Taking a stroll all the while Tom is telling you about his day, how horrible it was, how someone owed him tons of money and how much he missed you.

You always took his mind off of his work. Looking back, you knew what you were getting into when you started dating.

After all, you yourself had come from the second most powerful mob in London. Your father though kept you in the dark about a lot of the bad and the ugly, seeing as he wanted to protect you but now this is your life permanently. Though Tom always tries to protect you from everything and anyone.

Many always tried to take down Tom and his mob and all were unsuccessful. That meant he always had full protection on the mansion and on you specifically. You always had a target on your back since you were considered Tom’s weakness and your father had his own powerful mob as well. So you thought who would dare go against the top two mobs in London?

Tom looking back now, was regretting not having his personal guard with him on your guys’ date. You specifically asked today, that it would just be you and him and that you were tired of having someone follow the both of you around and how you just wanted today to be private. “Please T. For me?”

“Things have been really stressful for the both of us and I just want to spend this time together. I know it would be good for us. Please. Just this once?” You begged him to be alone together. You had literally not once gone out wheather with or without Tom, without having protection. Just you and Tom.

He couldn’t say no to you.

~~~

“Tom, T-Tom please,” you cried out.

“We’re almost there darling, stay with me,” he strained, choking back his sobs.

“I can’t, I c-ca-an’t,” you choked out in pain.

Tom stepped on the gas and held your hand and kissed your knuckles and putting pressure on your wound on your side.

“Hey-hey, y/n, stay with me, stay awake okay, we’re almost home!” You could hear Tom faintly talking to you but it wasn’t really registering over your heavy breathing at this point. But you could feel the anxiety radiating from him. “Harrison!” Tom yelled bursting into the house with you in his arms, looking for his second in command. His yell echoed eerily through the house and just seconds later Harrison came running down the hallway, face panicked and alert.

“Get Claire here now!” He barked. Claire was a doctor and he pays her a hefty amount of money to work for him and the only one Tom trusted at that. Harrison opened his mouth just before Tom yelled “Ask questions later haz, now!” He ran down stairs to the med bay Area and put you in the bed. You were yelling in pain begging him for relief.

“Please make it stop,” you shouted voice straining in pain. “Make it stop,” you muttered, sobbing quietly. “Please..” you begged him. “Shhh” Tom whispered between your cries of help, tears searing down his face, holding you in his arms rocking you back and forth gently, arm wrapped around your head cradling it gently while his other hand continues putting pressure elbow deep in your blood.

You whimpered as he put generous pressure to stop the blood from flowing further. “Shhh, I’m so sorry sweetheart, I’m so sorry, it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay love,” face buried in your hair, pressing his lips to your temple. “It hurts Tommy,” you muttered. “I know, I know my darling, it’s okay we’re going to get you fixed up okay?” He rasped. His heart hurt hearing the absolute agony in your voice. His mind kept going back to your date and how he could’ve saved you from this pain.

“You doing okay love?”, he noticed you were very quiet. You were sitting together on a bench in the park at night after having a mouth watering dinner. Not from those fancy restaurants Tom went for his formal meetings though.

You had always loved getting the greasy, mouth watering food from your favorite diner that had been around for forever. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He asked while looking at you with all the admiration in the world. It was just you and him.

“Yeah.” You smiled softly at him. “I was just thinking that I don’t remember the last time we went out together, you know I just-“

Tom was brought back when he heard footsteps coming inside and he saw Claire. “What’s the damage?”, She asked Tom. You tuned them out, you felt heavy but on the clouds at the same time. Tom was holding your hand and still putting pressure on with his other. You didn’t look so good. Your face was white as a sheet and you were sweating profusely. Your body was shaking and shuddering. Claire was already going to work. “How much blood has she lost?”, she asked him. Tom let out a shaky breath, his anxiety overflowing. “A lot. A bunch of it…too much,” his voice barely above a whisper. “I-I-I’m-m cold-d.” You whispered. You were breathing rapidly, Your body shaking, curling up into you self as you tried to get warm.

“She’s going into shock,” Claire announced and she started working as fast as she could. “Get that blanket from the chair over there and wrap it around her shoulders. Now.” She ordered Tom while she continued working on you and pushing some fluids into an IV into your arm and hooked you up to various machines that made you look so fragile beneath them. In just a few seconds, Tom came back next to you and started covering you with the blanket and tucking it around your shoulders very effectively. He then proceeded to rub up and down your shaky arms continuously trying to comfort you and keep you as warm as possible.

He stood at the head of the bed and watched Claire starting to work on you. She had given you some anesthesia and pain meds so you were slowly getting knocked out at this point. Your eyes fluttered shut looking up at Tom, his fingers tangled in your hair, hand rubbing up and down your arms and leaned down and kissed your hair. He was the last thing you saw before you saw black.

~~~

You woke up to annoyingly loud beeps. Attempting to open your eyes was a struggle it was like they were glued shut. You felt a pang of pain down your side that came and went. Finally coming to it your eyes slowly fluttered open and you realized you were in the med bay in your home. Suddenly you heard muffled voices coming from the other side of the door. The voices got gradually louder and that’s when you realized it was Tom arguing with Harrison. You looked around the room and found evidence of Tom staying here by your side. His phone, cups of coffee and blankets and other clutter. The door opened abruptly and Tom walked in.

“Sweetheart, you’re awake!” Tom tried to look happy but you could see the concern and sadness clear as day in his eyes. “Yeah,” You croaked your throat scratchy and dry. You coughed harshly, wincing in pain from your side. Tom rushed to get you some water.

“Here, here darling, drink baby” he held up a cup of water to your mouth helping you sip, his hand cupping your head for support. The cold water felt incredible, like you hadn’t had a drink in weeks.

“More water?” He gently asked. You shook your head no. “No thank you.” You whispered head falling back from a sudden dizziness. “You okay, love?” “How are you feeling?” He gently probed, gently running his hand over your hair. “I’m okay I think, just a little lightheaded. “It’s probably the meds they got you on. It’s gonna go away in a bit don’t worry.” He said softly, sitting beside you on the edge of your bed.

“It’s okay it’s kinda sick actually, it’s like I’m drunk,” you giggled, turning into a full blown laugh. Tom started laughing as well seeing you all high and silly from the meds was very interesting to say the least. “Why were you yelling?” You softly asked him after coming down from your laugh attack. “What?” “I heard you and Harrison arguing out in the hall,” you told him. “Oh..I- I’m just so- I just can’t believe I let tonight happened. It’s all my fault and I’m not gonna stop till I find out who did this to you. I’m so sorry darli-“ “T, stop, take a breath.” You stopped his rambling. “It’s not your fault.” “Please don’t ever think that. It’s not.” You shook your head looking him in the eye. “You saved me.” Voice cracking, you smiled sadly at him, tears welling in your eyes. “No but I shouldn’t have had to save you from anything or anyone, you don’t get it.” He shook his head, getting worked up now. “I could’ve lost you tonight.” His voice cracked, eyes teary. ‘I could’ve lost you, I was loosing you.” His eyebrows furrowed a pesky little tear escaping his eye. You slowly cupped his face, gently wiping his tears with your thumbs, kissing his forehead.

“I’m here,” you whispered in the cold empty room. Just you and him. “I’m here Tom, I promise I’m not going anywhere.” You pressed your forehead against his, eyes closed breathing each other in as time stood still, just you and him. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you most.” you whispered back. He smiled gently. You don’t know who leaned in first but it didn’t matter you felt his soft warm lips on yours.

He Feverishly kissed you like you’d disappear and slip out of his arms at any moment. His fingers tangled in your hair and your hands around his neck. He was holding onto you so tightly but so gently at the same time. He deepened the kiss and held you tighter somehow if that was even possible. Both your limbs entangled and you couldn’t see where your arms began and ended. He was being so gentle and tender with you like you were made of glass, he never forgot that you were still freshly, badly injured.

Coming up for air both of you panting, you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes enjoying being in his arms and in his warmth and presence. “Please don’t blame yourself my love.” You told him, voice soft. “I don’t blame you and I don’t believe that what happened was in any way shape or form your fault.” “If anything I’m the one to blame, cause you told me it’s best to have protection with us and I said no and-“ “hey-hey, no, you’re not to blame for this. At all.” He backed away to look at you.

“You just wanted it to be me and you.” “And that’s valid.” “I know you’ve been stressed lately. And I know I haven’t been making it better with me always looking over my shoulder. But I promise you right here, right now I’ll do better by you. I swear it.” He looked at you intensely, eyebrows furrowed. “Pinky promise?” You lightly laughed, trying to lighten the mood, raising your pinky.

He chuckled and held up his own. “pinky promise.” He intertwined his pinky with your own. Then hugged your head firmly to his chest, kissing your hair.

[indeediagree]

YOU ARE POSSIBLY GREATEST PERSON (after me)

Hello, I am currently very bored and wouldn't mind to write something requested. Ask anything, fluff, smut, angst I write it.

Current fandoms I can write for are:

The Sandman (Netflix)

Moon Knight or MCU in general

Criminal Minds

Harry Potter (Marauders era)

Maze Runner

Good Omens

Shadow and Bone

Six of Crows

Hawaii Five - O

Wednesday (Netflix)

Young Royals (Netflix)

Dead Poets Scociety

Actors:

Marvel Actors

Tom Sturridge

Cillian Murphy

Henry Cavill

Edvin Ryding

But I can also write for anyone I haven't mentioned here, just ask. OC or Y/N story are also offered.

I want to start writing more and I would appreciate any support or ideas I get from you.

Lot's of Love,

~suckerforfantasy

[waitimcomingtoo]

He Said, She Said

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: absolute tomfoolery ensues when you and Tom suspect that the other thinks you’re dating but you’re both too shy to correct each other

Masterlist

A week after you had wrapped filming a movie with Tom, you invited him to your house to hang out. Since the love story between your characters had been the backbone of the film, you’d grown particularly close to each other during the 8 months of filming. You had spent the last 8 months acting along side Tom as his crush, then girlfriend, and then wife. This was your first time seeing each other since wrapping and there were multiple times throughout the night where you had to catch yourself before you did something that you used to do when you played his wife. It was slightly confusing to spend 8 months acting as if you were in a relationship only for it to suddenly end one day. Tom felt the same way and often found himself about to go in for a kiss before he remembered he wasn’t actually your boyfriend. You both managed to catch yourselves just in time until the end of the night.

“Text me when you get home safe.” You said as you walked Tom to your door.

“I always do.” He smiled softly at you.

You smiled in return before wrapping an arm around him to pull him into a kiss. Tom instinctively kissed you back before he could process what was happening. You pulled away after a minute and stroked his cheek with your thumb.

“Bye, T.” You waved to him before shutting your door.

Tom stood outside your door for a full minute with his lips still pursed. He touched his fingertips to his lips and sure enough felt your sticky strawberry lipgloss still lingering there.

“Now wait a damn minute.” He said to himself as his confusion settled in.

It wasn’t like this was the first time you’d kissed him, but it was the first time you’d kissed him in the absence of any cameras or scripts. A surprised smile broke out on his lips until it settled into a confused frown. He turned around and went to his car where he sat for a long time, raking every inch of his moment for the moment your friendship became something more. When he came up empty, he took out his phone and texted his groupchat.

“emergency boy call” He texted and waited until the FaceTime notification appeared on his screen.

“What’s with the late night boy call? It’s almost midnight.” Harry asked through a yawn.

“Yeah. I was already balls deep into my YouTube deep dive.” Harrison complained.

“What were you watching?” Tuwaine asked him.

“Wig installation videos.” Harrison answered. “In case I ever need to install a wig.”

“That seems like a good use of your time.” Sam snorted.

“Guys.” Tom groaned. “I did not ask for a boy call for us to talk about whether or not Harrison will be installing a wig anytime soon.”

“I could do it if I wanted to.” Harrison mumbled.

“What did you need the boy call for?” Harry brought the focus back to Tom.

“I think Y/n and I are dating.” Tom admitted and held his breath as he waited for their responses. He could previously only see his friends ceilings, but all their confused faces appeared on his screen when he said this.

“What? You think?” Harry asked.

“I thought you guys were just friends?” Sam added.

“I thought that too.” Tom replied. “But we hung out tonight and she kissed me goodbye.”

“So? Haven’t you kissed a million times?” Tuwaine wondered.

“For scenes, yeah. Never just as us.”

“Cheek kiss or lips kiss?” Harrison asked.

“Lips.“

“Well was it a peck or a smooch?” Harry questioned.

“Uh, is there a difference?” Tom frowned.

“Big time.” Harry and Harrison said in unison.

“Well how do I know the difference?” Tom wondered.

“A peck is what you give your grandmum on the cheek. A smooch is slightly longer and involves head tilting.” Harrison explained.

“I don’t know. Her tongue was in my mouth. Is that covered under the smooch umbrella?”

“DAMNNNNN.” Harry and Harrison spoke in unison again as the shouted.

“That was way past smooch territory, my guy.” Tuwaine said through a laugh.

“Then what is it?” Tom asked his friends.

“A smackeroo.” Harry shrugged.

“I was just gonna say a smackeroo.” Harrison clapped his hands.

“That was no smooch. You got snogged, mate.” Sam said and they all nodded in agreement.

“Ew.” Tom grimaced. “No one says snog anymore. What are you, Angus Thongs?”

“Who the fuck is Angus Thongs?” Harry asked after a beat of silence.

“You know. That movie. Angus Thongs and Perfect Snogging. It’s all about a girl who wants to snog Angus Thongs.”

“Mate, it’s Angus COMMA thongs COMMA and perfect snogging. The title is three separate phrases. Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging.” Harry explained.

“You thought the character was named Angus Thongs?” Sam laughed. “Why would the writers give him that name? What nationality would the surname “Thongs” even come from?”

“Can we get back to the reason of the boy call? Y/n freaking smooched me and I don’t know what it means.” Tom groaned.

“And that’s never happened before?” Tuwaine asked.

“No. This was the first time she did that.”

“So maybe it was just an accident.” Sam shrugged.

“Who accidentally kisses someone on the mouth?” Harry wondered.

“Exactly. That’s why I think we started dating and I didn’t realize.”

“How could that have happened? Wouldn’t you have realized if you guys made your relationship official?” Sam asked his brother.

“I don’t know. We’re so close and our relationship gets confusing sometimes. We’ve always have this unofficial thing between us where we’re not exactly together but not exactly “just friends” either. I’ve never really known where I stood with her.”

“This might not help,” Tuwaine prefaced, “but I was shocked the first time I met her and you told me you guys were just friends. You really seemed like a couple.”

“Yeah, that definitely didn’t help, but thank you so much.” Tom smiled tightly, feeling more confused than ever.

“He’s right though. You guys don’t act like friends act. Why do you think everyone assumes you’re dating? Even mom asked me if you two were bumping uglies.” Sam brought up.

“We’re not. Or maybe we are? I don’t know. What does bumping uglies even mean?”

“You’d know if you did it.” Harrison said and the rest of the guys agreed.

“Can you think of a moment when you might’ve become a couple?” Sam asked his brother.

“There are so many moments that it could’ve been. That’s why I’m so confused.” Tom whined and rubbed his eyes.

“Well think, man.” Sam urged.

“I don’t know. Maybe the last day of shooting? She said she didn’t want anything to change between us after we stopped filming. Maybe that meant she wanted us to be together like our characters were?”

“You can’t be “maybe” dating someone.” Harrison shook his head. “You need to find out for certain if she thinks she’s in a committed relationship with you right now.”

“How am I supposed to do that?” Tom wondered.

“I’ll do it.” Harry offered and his screen went to the “pause” icon.

“How?” Tom asked him.

“I just texted her asking if you were dating.” Harry replied and returned to the FaceTime.

“What?!” Tom shrieked. “Without discussing that with me first?”

“Wait, what happened?” Harrison asked. “I was watching a Dance Moms compilation.”

“Which one?” Tuwaine asked.

“Kelly and Christi being iconic.” Harrison said with a cheeky smile.

“Classic.” Tuwaine laughed.

“Guys.” Tom groaned. “Harry went rogue and texted Y/n.”

Meanwhile, you were doing your skincare routine when you saw your phone light up with a notification. You picked it up and saw the text from Harry.

“are you and tom dating?” It read. You frowned and looked at yourself in the mirror. Harry, being Tom’s brother, should know better than anyone that you and Tom were just friends. But the fact that he asked you made you second guess yourself. You wondered if there was a possibility that Tom thought you were in a relationship.

“did he say we were?” You texted back.

“yeth” Harry responded.

“Oh shit. Why does Tom think we’re dating?” You whispered to yourself and nervously chewed on your nail. You raked your brain for a cue that you might have missed of Tom suggesting that you should be a couple. Your relationship had always been flirty and wavering on the line between romantic and platonic, so it didn’t seem impossible to you that could’ve begun a romantic relationship with him without even knowing it. The more you thought about it, the more it seemed plausible that he had suggested you should be together without actually saying those words and you had agreed to it without realizing what you agreed to. If that was the case, you felt too guilty to correct Tom and tell him you weren’t actually dating. After all, you wanted to be his girlfriend. You just wished you knew when you had become it.

“yea we are” You finally texted back.

“Update. Y/n says you’re dating.” Harry proudly announced to the FaceTime call when he saw the message on his screen.

“She did?” Tom asked in disbelief.

“Yep. So you were right. You guys are officially a thing.” Harry confirmed. Tom sunk down in his seat and felt an explosion of different emotions. On the one hand, he was thrilled to finally be in a relationship with you. On the other hand, he felt sad that he had missed the moment when your friendship became more. He wished he could remember how it happened. But little did he know, it never happened.

“I’m so happy. I just wish I knew when it started.” He told his friends.

Meanwhile, you were in your bathroom, staring at your phone, wondering the exact same thing.

“When the fuck did we start dating?” You whispered to yourself.

The next day, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something you were missing. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t put together the moment when your relationship with Tom began. Instead of driving yourself crazy trying to remember, you decided to ask him to come over to see if you could get the information straight from the source.

“I know I just saw you last night but do you wanna come over today 🤠” You texted him.

“I’m on my way 🥵🥴🙄” He texted back within no time. You smiled to yourself and put your phone down to go get ready.

A half hour later, you heard a knock at your door that made your heart skip a beat. You smoothed your hair down before opening up your door.

“Hey you.” You smiled and leaned your cheek against your door.

“Hello darling.” He returned the smile. There was an awkward pause as neither of you knew of you were supposed to kiss or not. You both wanted to, but couldn’t tell if the other was expecting it or not. You both took a step forward, then moved back, before hesitantly moving into the middle again. Tom decided to take charge and wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you into a kiss. You felt relived that he took the initiative and wrapped both arms around his neck to kiss him back. Tom felt so excited that this was finally happening that he lifted you off the ground and brought you inside without ever breaking the kiss. You laughed against his lips as he gently set you down.

“Won’t you come in?” You said sarcastically once you broke apart.

“Why, thank you. What a lovely home you have here.” He played along as you shut the front door behind you.

“What happened here?” Tom laughed when he noticed a open box of cereal on the ground with cheerios all around it.

“Oh, I uh, I fell.” You said and looked to the side.

“Did you throw an open cereal box at a spider again?” Tom asked skeptically.

“Maybe.” You mumbled.

“Darling. Just hit it with the-“

“The smackazine. I know.” You rolled your eyes. “I just get too scared to get close enough to actually smack it.”

“You should’ve called me sooner. I would’ve demonstrated the proper way to use a smackazine.” Tom said as he rolled up a nearby magazine and hit it against his hand.

“Oh yeah? And what exactly is the proper way?” You humored him and tapped your chin.

“Just like this.” Tom said before smacking you with the rolled up magazine. You screamed and ran away from him, only encouraging him to chase you. You ran from him and jumped over the couch but he caught up to you. And grabbed you by the waist and threw you onto the couch before smacking you all over with the magazine as he straddled your waist.

“Don’t hit me! Do I look like a spider to you?” You asked and tried to hold him off of you. Tom stopped smacking you and gave you a look.

“Do you want an honest answer?”

“Hey!” You pretended to be offended and ripped the magazine out of his hands to smack him with it. He laughed and knocked it out of you hands and when you were caught off guard by it falling to the floor, he held your face in one hand and kissed you. You melted into the kiss and pulled him closer by his shirt as the confusion from the night before melted away. Now that he was here, you didn’t care about getting answers anymore. You just wanted to enjoy your time with him. You made out on your couch for a while until you needed to pull away for air.

“I’m so happy we’re finally together. I’ve wanted this for a long time.” You said in a soft voice as you traced patterns on his cheek with your fingernail.

“So did I. I had no idea you felt the same.” Tom said as he stared into your eyes with a soft smile.

“I didn’t either at first. I wasn’t sure if I really liked you or if I was just caught up in the magic of filming. But I missed kissing you and acting like your girlfriend the second we wrapped. That’s when I knew my feelings were real.”

“So we started dating after we wrapped?” Tom whispered to himself as pieces of the puzzle fell into place.

“What was that?” You asked.

“I just said I knew it right away.” He quickly covered up. “I liked you from the day we met. I just never imagined you’d like me back. That’s why I never officially asked you out.”

“I knew it. That’s why I didn’t realize when we started dating. It’s because he never officially asked me out.” You thought but didn’t say out loud.

“You didn’t need to. I just knew.” You shrugged and smiled wider.

“I had absolutely no idea and he can never know that.” You thought inside your head but kept your smile.

“She can never know that I never actually asked her out. I’m glad she thinks I did so that I never actually had to do it, but she can never know the truth.” Tom thought to himself. You noticed from his expression that he was deep in thought and touched his face to get his attention.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked as you pushed some hair off his forehead. Tom snapped back to reality and smiled shyly.

“You. And how long I’ve waited to do this.” He said before connecting your lips in a kiss again. This time, it was interrupted by his phone buzzing.

“Oh. It’s my mum.” He read off his phone.

“What did she say?”

“She said Harry told her about us and now she wants a family dinner.” He said as the color drained from his face. The thought of sitting down for a family dinner where his brothers knew the truth about the ambiguity of the beginning of your relationship while you and his mom were in the dark put a pit of dread in his stomach.

“Aw. When?”

“Next Saturday. We don’t have to do it, though.” He said and hoped you’d agree.

“No, I’d love to.” You told him, making him gulp.

“You would?”

“Totally. It’ll make her happy and I love spending time with your family. It can be our first dinner date as an official couple.”

“All right. I’ll tell her yes.” Tom gulped again and reluctantly agreed to the dinner. He didn’t know how, but he knew the truth would come out at the dinner. That meant he had exactly a week to figure out how your relationship began or he’s have nothing to say when his mom asked at the dinner.

“Perfect.” You smiled, having no idea about the turmoil Tom was going through over this. He decided to push it from his mind and worry about it when he had to.

Tom ended up staying over the entire day despite having spent the whole day with you the day before. You cooked dinner together and felt like a couple that had been married for years instead of the new couple that you were. There was laughing, kissing, and a closeness that didn’t exist when you were just friends only a day ago. You loved this new relationship, but you couldn’t stop wondering when it began.

You ended up on the couch again after eating and laid on top of each other as you talked about whatever came to mind. You lost track of time as you chatted and eventually felt yourself growing tired. When you let out a yawn, Tom checked the time on his phone.

“Damn, it’s 1 am already? I should probably get going. I don’t want to keep you up any longer.” Tom said as he got off the couch.

“You don’t have to go.” You said and tugged him back onto the couch.

“I don’t? Don’t you want to go to sleep?” He asked genuinely. You didn’t make eye contact with him as you toyed with a loose string on your jumper.

“Well, I was just thinking. You would go home after hanging out when we were just friends. But since we’re dating now….” You trailed off and slowly looked into his eyes.

“I could spend the night?” He asked when he realized what you were hinting at.

“Only if you-“

“Yes.” Tom said immediately, making you laugh.

“Sorry. I meant, yes, I’d love that.” He said in a calmer tone as his heart beat out of his chest.

“Okay. Good.” You smiled coyly. “We could watch a movie or something.”

“Uh huh. A movie. Sounds good.” Tom was barely listening as he never took his eyes off you. You scrolled through Netflix for a few seconds before putting on something random. Neither of you had any intention of watching, you just wanted to see who’d make the first move.

The first twenty minutes of the movie went by with you and Tom sneaking glances at each other every few seconds. By the third time you made eye contact with him, you turned to face him.

“Are you enjoying the movie?” You asked with a coy smile.

“I don’t even know what movie is on the screen right now.” Tom answered honestly.

“Do you want to turn it off and do something else?” You asked innocently and scooted closer to him.

“Did you have something in mind?” He asked and slid closer to you.

“There is this one thing I think we could try.” You said, just inches from his face now.

“I think you might be a mind reader, darling.” Tom said before connecting his lips to yours.

You woke up the morning in Tom’s arms with your bedsheets tangled around you. You knew your sheets were stained with the scent of his cologne now and smiled at the thought of falling asleep to that later. You turned around in his arms so you were facing him just as he was waking up. He yawned a little as his eyes fluttered open and smiled the second he realized last night wasn’t a dream. You laughed shyly and covered your face with your hands, but he just pushed them away to kiss you.

“So.” He said as he stared into your eyes.

“So.” You sighed happily. “Breakfast?”

“I’m not hungry yet. I need to work up an appetite.” Tom said and climbed right back on top of you.

After a week, the day of the dinner had arrived and Tom still hadn’t figured out how your relationship began. You spent a majority of that week together and despite that, Tom was just as lost as he was the first time you kissed him. You, on the other hand, had completely forgotten about finding out when your relationship began. It wasn’t until you were on the steps of his childhood home that you realized that if his mom asked you how you got together, you wouldn’t know how to answer her.

“Are you ready for this?” Tom asked when he noticed the panicked look on your face. You quickly smiled and slipped your hand into his.

“I am. Cause I got you.” You said before knocking on the door.

“Ah! They’re here! Come in, come in.” Tom’s mom, Nikki, said when she opened the door. You both walked in and she pulled the two of you into a hug.

“I’m so glad you could make it. Come to the kitchen and I’ll make you a drink.” Nikki said as she led you to the kitchen. You went to say hello to Tom’s dad and brothers as Tom talked to his mom.

“So Tom, I’ve been dying to ask you. When did you guys finally get together?” His mom asked as he poured Tom a drink.

“Oh, uh….” Tom trailed off and pretended he was thirty. He took a long sip of his drink because he knew that once he stopped drinking, he’d have to answer his mom. When Tom’s drink finally ran out, he looked at the empty glass before looking at his Kim.

“Excuse me for a second. I have to…poop.” Tom lied and quickly dashed out of the room. He saw Harry and Sam in the living room and grabbed them both by the backs of their shirt collars. They both let out a yelp as Tom yanked them into the hallway.

“Boy meeting.” He whispered harshly and formed a huddle while Sam and Harry rubbed their sore necks.

“I need someone to find out how Y/n and I started dating because I cannot figure it out for the life of me.” Tom said in a low voice.

“How are we supposed to find out if you couldn’t?” Harry whispered.

“Because I can’t just ask my girlfriend when we started dating. But you can. Whoever gets the answer gets a million dollars.”

“For real?” Sam’s eyes widened.

“No, but I’ll let you try on the Spiderman suit.”

“Bullshit. I’ve already tried it on.” Harry scoffed.

“Me too.” Sam nodded.

“Same here.” Paddy said, making the other three jump.

“Paddy? When did you get here?” Tom asked.

“18 years ago. Thanks for noticing.” Paddy rolled his eyes. “And since when have you been dating Y/n?”

“I don’t know.” Tom, Harry, and Sam said in unison.

“Well what’s our incentive for finding out?” Paddy questioned and the other two agreed.

“Oh my God. Fine. What do you want?”

“A million dollars.” Paddy said.

“No.”

“A hundred dollars.” Sam suggested.

“No.”

“A dollar.” Harry said with a wicked smile.

“Yeah. Sure fine. I’ll give you a dollar.” Tom agreed with a roll of his eyes.

“Fuck you all I’m winning this.” Harry said and ran to find you. He soon found you setting the table in the dining room and approached you with and eerie grin.

“Hey there, sister in law.”

“Slow down.” You chuckled. “We’re not there yet. Tom and I have only been dating for….”

You trailed off when you realized you didn’t have an amount of time to give him. Harry hung on to your every word, thinking he was about to get the answer, only to be disappointed.

“…a short amount of time.” You said after a beat and hoped Harry wouldn’t notice. Harry 100% noticed and felt his eye twitch as he kept his huge smile.

“I know, you silly billy. I’m just so excited that you two crazy kids are finally together. So tell me, how did it finally happen?”

“He didn’t tell you?” You laughed nervously, beginning to panic now that Harry was asking the exact questions you didn’t have the answers to.

“Of course he told me.” Harry lied. “I just want to hear it from your perspective.”

“I’m sure I won’t have any details to add. It’s whatever he said.” You shrugged as you finished setting the table. Harry stared at you for a long time before letting out a sigh of defeat.

“You owe me a dollar.”

“What?”

“What?” Harry asked as he left the room. He found his brothers in the hallway and hung in head in shame.

“I lost. I’m gonna go kill myself so thank your girlfriend for me, Tom.” Harry grumbled and walked to his bedroom with his head hanging low.

“Don’t worry, Tom. Your big brothers got this.” Sam said and patted Tom’s shoulder.

“You’re not my big brother.” Tom pointed out.

“I know. That’s why I’m definitely gonna disappoint you.” Sam smiled proudly before leaving the hallway. He went and found you in the kitchen now and casually leaned against the wall.

“Hey you.” He smiled and poked your chest. You looked down at where his finger had been before giving him a strange look.

“No. I am not explaining how tampons work again. I already explained it once and it’s not my fault that you passed out.” You said and folded your arms.

“That’s not what I was gonna ask.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Although I still don’t understand how it stays up there with nothing to hold it up there.”

“I’m leaving.” You said and tried to walk away.

“Wait, I’m sorry.” Sam stopped you. “I just wanted to ask about you and Tom. I am just tickled pink that you two are finally together. Do tell me, how did that happen?”

“I’m not talking about this with you. You’re putting off a real creepy vibe right now and I do not feel safe.”

“What? You’re totally safe. Just tell me how you and Tom started dating or I’ll kill you.”

“See you later, Sam.” You chuckled and walked away. Sam let out a sigh and retreated back to the boys.

“How did it go?” Tom asked.

“I threatened to kill her.” Sam said quietly.

“Oh my God.” Tom groaned and rubbed his eyes.

“Leave it to me. I’m getting that dollar if it kills me.” Paddy rubbed his hands together and went to find you. As soon as you saw him coming, you grimaced and braced yourself for what was coming.

“Hey, Y/n.” Paddy greeted you.

“Why are you all being so weird today?” You whined.

“Hold tight. I haven’t even been as weird as I’m gonna be yet.” Paddy warned you.

“Oh no.” You groaned and looked up at the ceiling.

“I just want to know how you and Tom started dating and nobody gets hurt.” Paddy said and pulled out finger guns. You looked at his fingers guns and let out a sigh before pulling him to the side.

“I have no fucking idea.” You whispered to him.

“Huh?”

“Harry texted me like a week ago and said that Tom said we were dating and I felt too guilty to correct him and say that we weren’t because I didn’t want Tom to feel bad if he really thought we were dating. But then I thought that maybe we were dating and I just hadn’t realized it so I went along with it and now everyone keeps asking me how we got together and I have no fucking idea.” You whined and looked around incase anyone was listening.

“Oh.” Paddy frowned when he learned the truth.

“Paddy, you cannot tell Tom. He can never know. It’ll break his heart.”

“Uh huh.” Paddy nodded too many times and knew he was immediate going to tell Tom.

“Can you promise me you won’t tell?”

“I can promise you that.”

“Thank God.”

“For a million dollars.” Paddy continued.

“How about one dollar?” You folded your arms.

“Deal.” Paddy agreed. You pulled a dollar out of your pocket, handed it to him, and sent him on his way.

“Well? Did she tell you?” Tom asked when paddy came back.

“She did tell me. And then she bought my silence.” Paddy smirked and held up his dollar.

“What? What the hell happened in there?” Tom whispered harshly when he saw the dollar in his brothers hands.

“You’ll never know.” Paddy laughed menacingly before leaving the hallway.

“You all failed me. Now I’m never gonna know and she’s gonna find out and dump me and hate me forever. And it’s all your fault.” Tom said and pointed to Sam and Harry.

“Our fault? You’re the idiot who didn’t realize when he started his girlfriend.” Harry pointed out.

“Yeah. You’re on your own now. In fact, I hope she breaks up with you and takes all your dollars.” Sam scoffed.

“Me too.” Harry agreed before walking away.

“Boys! Dinner!” Nikki called from the dinning room. Tom hung his head in defeat and trudged into the dining room. He took a seat next to you and gulped, knowing there was no more avoiding the question. You noticed Tom’s pained expression and put your hand on top of his.

“You okay?” You mouthed to him. Tom’s mom saw the interaction and smiled to herself.

“I’m so happy you two finally got together.” She sighed. “I knew it would happen. But come on now. I want details. How did it happen?”

You and Tom tensed up as the most feared questioned had now been asked. Everyone turned to look at the two of you and you felt the pressure rising.

“Oh. You know.” You laughed and waved your hand, hoping that would suffice.

“Actually, I don’t know.” Harry raised his hand to say.

“What? Who’s side are you on?” Tom whispered to him.

“Justice.” Harry whispered back.

“I haven’t heard the story yet.” Tom’s dad spoke up, making you both snap your attention to him with angry looks.

“Tom, why don’t you tell the story?” You said and patted his hand.

“No, no. You tell it much better than I do. You tell it.” Tom said and put his hand on top of yours.

“No, you. I insist.” You replied and put your hand back on top.

“Someone tell the fucking story.” Paddy deadpanned.

“Patrick.” Nikki gasped and looked at him.

“Who said that?” Paddy gasped even louder and looked behind him.

“It was…after…we wrapped.” Tom said slowly and carefully watched your face for any indication on if he was right or wrong.

“Yeah. We didn’t start dating until after we finished shooting.” You agreed with him. He thought he had guessed correctly while you thought you were finally finding out what really happened.

“But how did it happen?” Nikki urged. “Who confessed their feelings first?”

You and Tom looked at each other, expecting the other to answer. When you realized at the same time that the other was just as confused, you both started to get suspicious.

“Tom did?” You answered but it came out like a question. Tom frowned and furrowed his eyebrows because that did not line up with what little he knew. He would’ve remembered telling you how he felt and knew that he never had until after he thought you were together.

“I did.” He said, making you sigh in relief that you had guessed correctly.

“But only after Y/n told me how she felt.” He continued, confusing you all over again.

“Huh?” You blurted then quickly took a sip of water to make it look like you hadn’t said anything. It was too late, of course, and the family looked at you in confusion.

“Did you not tell him how you felt?” Nikki laughed in confusion.

“No, I did.” You quickly lied. You didn’t remember doing it, but clearly Tom thought you had, so you went along with it.

“Well what did you say? I want the romantic details, guys. How did you phrase it?” Nikki gushed.

“Aw, Tom. Tell your mom how I phrased it.” You smiled at him as you internally panicked. You didn’t have the slightest clue on how you phrased it since you had no memory of ever doing such a thing.

Tom, on the other hand, was just as lost as you were. He didn’t remember you ever telling him you had feelings for him. All he remembered was you kissing him goodbye that one night and then telling Harry that you were dating. If there had been a confession at any point, he surely would’ve remembered.

“No.” Tom said suddenly, making everyone look at him. You felt a jolt of dread, thinking he had realized that you didn’t know when you’d started dating.

“I won’t tell you because it was a special moment between us and I want to keep it private. For now, at least. Maybe we’ll tell you one day but for now, it stays between us.” Tom answered and put his hand back on top of yours. You sighed in relief and leaned in to kiss him to thank him for unknowingly saving you in that situation. Little did you know, Tom had just pulled that answer out of his ass and hoped his family would believe it so that he never had to and it that he had no idea how you ended up together.

To both of your relief, his family bought it. They thought Tom’s answer was perfect and therefore stopped asking questions. Tom didn’t know why Paddy laughed and shook his head when he gave his answer, but he decided not to question it. You got through the rest of the dinner and said your goodbyes after some tea and dessert. On the drive back to your place, Tom kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding your hand.

“That was a little stressful, I’m not gonna lie.” You chuckled as you looked out the window.

“A little? Darling, that was the most nerve wracking dinner of my life. I think my hair went gray a little just from sitting through that.”

“Aw, that’s okay. I still like you.” You laughed and squeezed his hand. He looked over at you with a smile before looking back at the road.

“Just out of curiosity, when do you think we got together?” You asked and held your breath waiting for the answer. Tom initially panicked at this question, then decided to bite the bullet.

“Can I be honest?”

“Of course.”

“I didn’t even realize we were officially a couple until you kissed me that night.” Tom admitted and looked over at you to see your reaction. You were frowning, only because this answer didn’t line up.

“That night you hit me with the smackazine?” You asked.

“No. When we hung out the night before that.” Tom explained, only making your confusion grow.

“I didn’t kiss you that night.” You laughed in surprise. Tom tried to keep his eyes on the road but couldn’t help looking at you with wide eyes. The entire reason he thought you were dating was because you kissed him that night, and now you were denying it?

“Yes, you did. You 100% kissed me that night as I was leaving. And I’m glad you did because I wouldn’t have realized we were a thing if you hadn’t.” Tom said. You fell silent and when he finally looked over at you, you were looking at him with a stunned expression.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He laughed nervously.

“Tom, I did not mean to kiss you that night. It must’ve been out of habit since we had just finished filming. I didn’t even realize I had done it until now.”

“What?” Tom practically shrieked. “But that night, you told Harry we were dating.”

“Only because he told me that you said we were dating. I just assumed we had started dating without me realizing it.”

“But that’s what I thought.”

“Why’d you think that?”

“Because you kissed me goodbye that night!” Tom exclaimed and then went quiet.

“Ohhhhh.” You remembered it now. “I see now that this was my fault all along.”

“It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. We just confused each other.” Tom laughed now that guy had gotten to the bottom of the situation.

“Did we gaslight ourselves into thinking we were dating?” You laughed as well.

“I think we might’ve.” Tom nodded and looked over at you with a smile. You returned the smiled felt peace for the first time all night. Your relationship may not have started in a traditional way, but it started, and that was all the mattered.

“Honestly, I don’t care how it started. I only care that it never ends.” You told him, making his smile grow.

“So this is us confessing our feelings? In case my mum ever asks?” He teased.

“Your mom can never know the truth. This conversation stays between us.” You chuckled and gave his hand another squeeze.

“Darling, as long as there’s an “us” for it to stay between, I’m good.”

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My own Milf

pairing: Tom Holland x Older!Girlfriend!Reader

summary: Fans retell the best moments of what they see from tom holland and Y/n’s spicy relationship (Tom is 26, Reader is 31) (Requested by Anon)

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Tom Masterlist, Full Masterlist

@/bornintheflesh: Tom finally posted a pic of him and his new girlfriend, and she is so hot. What a milf. I really don’t care if she’s 31, they make such a sexy couple wtf, did y’all not see the photo of them at the beach. TOM IS ENJOYING HER BLUE BIKINI A BIT TOO MUCH, his hands are gripping onto her ass for dear life😭😭

@/osterfieldlol: Harrison said on his story that he introduced Y/n and Tom, and that the first time Tom saw Y/n he said to Harrison “I’ve got to get her number mate” So he likes to think they’re the reason they got together

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@/Marvelgyal101: Why are you guys hating on their age gap? Just cause it ain’t you. They’re such a beautiful couple and they both treat each other so well, that video of them both feeding each other at Tom’s family barbecue was everything!🫶

>> @/loserlovers: So true! I’ve seen some people call her a gold digger, but don’t they know she’s literally one of the only women representing her field?! Lord have mercy these people are dumb. Anyways Stan Y/n L/n, she’s a gorgeous independent woman who wouldn’t even need Tom to sustain herself

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@/spiderwickman: Can Tom just marry her already? They acting too cute to just be bf and gf, surely he’s already put a ring on her? That story Tom told where every morning Y/n gets a shower and he ends up joining her just to piss her off, THAT IS TOO MUCH FOR MY HEART TO HANDLE

>> @/Y/nL/n: PSA. The only reason it pisses me off is because he gets too handsy and then that leads to a two hour shower and then I get hungry. THEN I HAVE TO COOK BECAUSE HES TOO LAZY.

>>> @/TomHolland: Now come on love, you love my pancakes

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@/bunnyrabbitexpress: Did anyone see Tom’s tattoo? It’s a tattoo of a dove on his shoulder, and he said it’s because it’s what he used to call Y/n when they first started officially dating😭 Don’t mind me just sleeping on the highway tonight😭

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@/Y/nL/n: Can someone please tell @/TomHolland that i’m not talking to him until he returns all underwear to my closet, he’s such a pervert and now i’m left going commando 25/8. Or i’m stuck wearing his stinky boxers, 😪

>> @/TomHolland: Well i’m telling you, Y/n Holland, I prefer you without em, plus those lace things look terribly uncomfortable. So i’m doing you a favour, stick to the granny panties or go bare❤️

>>> @/liviaughholland: HE HAS TURNED INTO A SEXUAL BEAST, WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM😍😭😭 Lowkey lovin the PDA tho, so keep goin

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@/Biggiraffe: Saw Y/n and Tom out in London walking Tessa, well actually, it was Y/n walking Tessa while Tom took videos of them from behind laughing and giggling as Tessa just trotted pulling Y/n along to her hearts desire.

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@/princesstulip: My sister saw the Holland couple on the beach in Spain, she told me Tom was literally all over Y/n like a rash. Reapplying her sunscreen for her, refilling her drinks, kissing her body literally EVERYWHERE, puckering his lips for a kiss anytime she complimented his sand castle he built around her and adding a moat to “protect his queen”

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@/lestalk: No one makes me happier than seeing fan girls get humbled. While Y/n and Tom arrived at the airport in New York, they were absolutely ambushed by fans and paps, to a point where Y/n was physically pushed over because someone had clearly deliberately tripped her. AND TOM WENT BALLISTIC, SHOUTING AT PEOPLE TO “Calm down and step away from me and my girlfriend please! We just want to get out of here” Poor Y/n I think had to be seen by a medic because she hurt her knee or something💔

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@/TomHolland: Happy 32nd birthday to the love of my life, and my forever home, Y/n L/n (will be Holland soon I promise) Thank God I went to Harrison’s party and met you, because I seriously don’t know where i’d be without you. I love your gorgeous self, mind and spirit; that ass too but that’s for later ;).

Lots of love, your Tommy

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@/butterlfycocooon: Y/N AND TOM ARE ENGAGED, SHE JUST POSTED A PHOTO OF THEM AND HER HOLDING HER HAND UP WITH A DIAMOND RING OMGOMGOMG. THANK GOD WE ONLY HAD TO WAIT A YEAR AND A HALF, IT WAS GETTING DESPERATE

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@/britishteafluff: Y/n is glowing, I don’t know why or how, but she’s got a different kinda beauty going on right now and i’m in love, sorry Tom. That photo Tom posted of her in a sundress with his family has gotten me starstruck, the way she carries herself so elegantly! Also not Tom’s mom hugging Y/n and not her own son, rip Tom lol

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@/DailyMagazine: Breaking News! Tom Holland and lover Y/n L/n seen shopping at baby aisle at the local Target, does this mean a new arrival is on the way? Y/n and Tom have been together for 2 years now, with her being 33 and him being 28, last year we saw the couple engaged by the Swiss Alps; now are we seeing another new Holland?! Not only that, fans are also gushing at the sight of Tom wrapping his arms around his stunning fiancée, the couple seen to be as in love as the day they revealed their relationship. Whatever the pictures mean, we wish the happy couple the best!

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[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐭

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → none

Summary → Your first time going to set with Tom and meeting his friends.

The makeup room was filled with the soft hum of activity as you sat in a chair, watching Tom annoy Rachel for the millionth time. You smile to yourself, she's the only person you know here. It was your first time joining him on set, and Tom and Harrison had hyped you up endlessly, saying you'd get along with everyone. Still, the nervous butterflies in your stomach hadn’t quite settled.

Rachel noticed your anxious energy and gave you a kind smile as she brushed powder across Tom's face. "Don’t worry, hun, everyone’s going to love you. Besides, if you survive this idiot’s teasing, you can handle anything," she teased, nudging Tom with her elbow.

Tom, dressed in his Peter Parker outfit, grinned mischievously at Rachel. "Oi, I’m a delight, you know that."

Rachel rolled her eyes dramatically, but the smile tugging at her lips gave her away. "Sure, Holland. Now stop moving, or I’m going to make Peter look like he spent the night in a dumpster."

You giggled, watching the exchange. Tom’s eyes lit up at the sound of your laughter, and he winked at you in the mirror. "Well, look at that, it’s Peter Parker," he said in a mock-serious tone, puffing out his chest as if he were about to save the day.

You shook your head, biting your lip to stop a laugh. "More like Peter Dorker."

Tom gasped, placing a hand dramatically on his chest. "Wow, babe. Betrayal, right here. Rachel, back me up."

Rachel smirked. "Sorry, Tom. She’s got a point."

He pouted, spinning around in the chair. "I knew bringing you here would be a mistake. You’re all conspiring against me."

You smiled softly. Being here with him made your nerves simmer down, but there was still a lot ahead—meeting his friends, the ones he had talked so much about.

After a bit more back-and-forth banter, Tom’s scene was about to start filming, so you followed him to the set with Harrison. The set was buzzing with activity, and Tom jogged off to prepare while you sat down with Haz, watching him from afar.

Harrison leaned over, nudging you. "Relax, Y/n. You’re gonna be fine. They’re super chill."

"I’m not nervous," you muttered, though your fidgeting hands gave you away.

Harrison gave you a knowing look. "Sure, sure. You know you don’t have to impress anyone, right? They’ll love you. Especially after all the stuff Tom’s said about you."

Before you could respond, you saw two figures walking toward you. It was Zendaya and Jacob, and your heart skipped a beat.

"Hey, Haz!" Zendaya greeted, flashing him a bright smile. Then her gaze shifted to you, and she grinned wider. "And you must be the famous Y/n!"

Jacob grinned too. "Yeah, Tom doesn’t shut up about you."

Your eyes widened, and a flush of embarrassment crept up your cheeks. "H-He doesn’t?"

Harrison snickered, jumping in before you could say more. "Guys, this is Y/n, my best friend and unfortunately also Tom’s girlfriend."

You rolled your eyes and waved shyly, your voice coming out quieter than you wanted. "Hey."

Zendaya shot you a warm smile, stepping closer. "Don’t worry, we’ve heard all good things. You don’t have to be nervous or anything. We don’t bite—except maybe Tom," she teased, earning a chuckle from Jacob.

You shook your head quickly, trying to appear more relaxed. "I’m not nervous."

"Sure, sure," Zendaya said, mimicking Harrison’s earlier words. "But seriously, it’s cool you’re here. We’ve been wanting to meet the girl Tom’s always talking about."

You were about to respond when you saw Tom jogging back toward you, slightly out of breath. "Hey!" He panted, grinning at everyone.

Jacob raised an eyebrow at him. "Hello, Thomas. You could have at least introduced your girlfriend to us before running off."

Tom’s eyes widened slightly, as if the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. "Oh, yeah! Right. Uh, well, guys, this is Y/n, my lovely girlfriend."

Without missing a beat, Tom wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on top of your head. You felt yourself instantly relax in his embrace, though your face flushed from all the attention.

Zendaya raised an eyebrow, smirking playfully. "Aw, look at that. Peter Parker and his girlfriend. You guys are cute."

Jacob grinned too. "I don’t know how you put up with him, honestly. It must be exhausting."

You laughed softly, leaning back into Tom’s chest. "Oh, you have no idea."

Tom chuckled, pressing a kiss to your hair. "Hey, I’m a joy to be around, right, babe?"

You rolled your eyes but smiled up at him. "Sure, love."

Harrison snorted from beside you. "See, I told you guys. She’s great."

Zendaya crossed her arms, her smirk widening. "I like her already. We’ll get along just fine."

Tom squeezed you tighter, grinning ear to ear. "Told you, darling. You’re gonna fit right in."

As the conversation flowed, you could feel the warmth of everyone around you, and slowly, the nervousness began to melt away. Maybe Tom and Harrison were right—this was going to be a great experience after all.

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[tomholland1996simp]

could you make a blurb of Tom holland x reader when they have a daughter and she hears someone call him ‘Tom’ so she copies

Never done a blurb before so hope you all enjoy this!

‘Tom’ || Tom Holland

Toms friends were over today, he invited them to come and chill by the pool on the hot day. Music played in the background as you all sat around and in the pool, talking and having laughs. Yours and Toms daughter, Darcy, was swimming with the help of her uncles, Harry and Sam.

She had her arm bands on, helping her to stay afloat. The young Holland was only 2 years old, she could just about talk. You decided to dip your feet into the pool, the cool water hitting your legs. You watch your beautiful daughter splash and laugh as the boys messed around in the pool.

Harrison then ran and jumped into the pool, making a big splash of water go all over you and Darcy. “Harrison!” You squeal as all the water flew into your drink. He came up from being under the water and just smirked laughing at the splashes of water on your body.

“uwcle Hawrrison, you splash” Darcy wines rubbing her eyes as the water had splashed all over her. “Sorry little one” He chuckled at the cute girl pulling her close to him, so she’s resting on his hip. He moved her hair from her face, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Yo Tom! Jump in!” Harrison called his best friend, who sat down next to you placing a small kiss on your lips.

Tom wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “In a little while” Tom took a sip from his beer using his free hand.

“Come on Tom, you haven’t even gotten in for ages” Harrison said splashing him to try get him to come inside the pool. Darcy copying his actions and splashing you both, giggling when Tom kicked the water up at the pair.

Darcy was then next to speak, “Tom come play” She made grabby hands wanting her father to come in the pool with her. Everyone was silent for a minute realising that she had called him ‘Tom’ and not ‘daddy’ like she usually did or ‘dada’.

Harrison chuckled a little as he saw Toms face. “What did you call me?” He chuckled a little as the girl wiggled out of Harrison’s hold to swim to her mum and dad.

“Tom” She smiled.

“No, no. Baby, it’s daddy. Not Tom” He said as everyone started to laugh even you.

“Come, pwease Tom” she held onto his legs trying to pull him in. Then she turned to you, “Mummy I want him in” she said. Everyone knew Darcy was a daddy’s little girl.

“So you can call her mummy not y/n and you call me Tom?” Tom placed his beer down with a pout.

“Go on Tom, play with her” You smirk teasing him a little. “Yeah Tom” Harry smirked as well.

Tom slowly pulled himself into the pool, bring his daughter close to him. “Yay! Can we plwy now” She asked him, Tom still not liking her saying his name.

“First you have to say my name, my name you usually call me” He held onto her close.

“Tom” She smiled making him pout even more and a whine left his mouth.

“Noo. Darcy, love. It’s daddy, not Tom. Just daddy or dada, anything else but Tom” He pleaded waiting for her to say his usual name. That’s when Harrison whispered something into her ear, making her giggle.

“Thomas?” She questioned with a giggle.

Everyone started to laugh at the little girl and her father. Tom however pouted. “Harrison!” He whined.

The little girl tried to swim to her uncle Haz, Tom held onto her tickling her sides making the girl giggle. He loved her laugh. “Stop. T-thomas” She screamed as he continued.

“Stop calling me that and i’ll stop. Call me ‘daddy’ or ‘dad’ anything” He kept ticking her sides and stoped a little waiting for her to say a name.

“Daddy, stop” She smiled and he smiled back liking this name better, his actual name. He let go of the girl as she tried to swim over to Harrison. He held onto her arm pulling her closer.

“Tom” She began to giggle again, Tom swimming over to them. Harrison held onto the girl swimming away from Tom, laughs fell out of all there mouths.

[etoileholland]

a series of unfortunate events

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.4k

anonymous asked: Oh oh oh! What if you wrote about Tom and Y/N's first date and everything, absolutely EVERYTHING goes wrong. And while Tom doesn't think Y/N will say yes to a second date, which is super disappointing because he really likes her and he tried soooo hard, but of course, she wants to go on a second date with him because she likes him too!

A/N: thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy and requests are open! 

When Tom woke up today, he knew that luck was on his side. In fact, he was confident that your date with him would be the best date that he’s ever been on. He planned everything out, had picked an outfit the night before, and even purchased a bouquet of your favourite flowers a day before the date.

A week prior, when saw you at a museum in London, he knew it was love at first sight. Harry and Sam egged him on to ask you out, but the moment you locked eyes with Tom, he was weak in the knees. It took some courage, but when he approached you and asked for your number, he was surprised that you gave it to him. In his eyes, you were a walking masterpiece alongside the Monet’s and the Michelangelo’s.

After a week of texting and calling, he asked you on a proper date to a restaurant of your choosing. You chose an Italian restaurant that he hadn’t been to before, but he made a reservation to ensure that you two would be able to eat there.

The lead up to the actual date went well, even down to securing a reservation only a few days prior. It almost seemed that things were going too well.

“I knew luck was on my side.” He said to himself when he awoke the day of your date.

But boy, that would become further from the truth.

“Oi, what happened to my slacks?” Tom hollered across the shared house with his brothers and friend. He knew that someone must’ve heard him, so he exclaimed the same sentence again, a bit louder this time, but once again, silence. Tom examined the rips and holes in his slacks, and bounded out of his room and towards Harrison’s.

“Mate, do you know what happened here, hm?” He huffed. Harrison, who was sitting on his bed, slumped his shoulders forward. His gaze refused to meet Tom’s, who was leaning against the door frame. “When I took a shower, my bedroom door was closed, but when I got out, it was wide open. Care to explain what went on?”

“About that…” Harrison trailed off. “I may have left your door open after returning your charger, and Tessa may have…um…entered.”

Tom sighed loudly, and craned his neck upwards. Harrison noticed the visible vein throbbing on Tom’s forehead, and he lurched off the bed and walked over to Tom.

“I’m really sorry mate. I know you were wanting to wear that suit on your date tonight.” Harrison placed his hand on Tom’s shoulder, and gently patted it. “But don’t worry, it’s only small bite marks so it can easily be repaired to be good as new.”

Tom, who was silent, just huffed before turning on his heels and began to walk back to his room. When he was inside, he flopped onto his bed. “It’s fine,” he said out loud, “I’ll just have to wear something else.” He wanted to wear his maroon suit to the date with you, but now he would have to find a different one. There were other suits he could wear, but that one was his favourite, and he wanted to wear something that made him feel confident. “You know what?’ He questioned to himself. “Nothing could ruin my day, nothing at all.” 

It took him about fifteen minutes to find a suit that he deemed worthy of wearing tonight, but he knew that it was time well spent. Even if that meant showing up just a teeny bit late to your house. He was set to pick you up at 6:30, but he was leaving at 6:15. Your place was only about 10 minutes away, that is, if the traffic is good. 

Tom grabbed his car keys and rushed out of the house, not even bothering to lock the front door behind him. Getting inside his car and starting it up, he drove like a bat out of hell to your place.

The dashboard clock read 6:55pm when he arrived at your house, which was later than he would’ve liked. Anxiety was beginning to set in, but Tom tried to bury it. With shaky hands, he pressed your doorbell. “I can’t believe I’m late.” He remarked to himself, “She’s gonna think I’m a flake.” 

Yet, all of his anxious thoughts dissipated when he saw you.

You looked ravishing in that long dress, so much so in fact that it took the words right out of Tom’s mouth.

“You, um, you look..” He trailed off as he tried to find the right word to describe your beauty.

Angelic, Gorgeous, Ethereal, Awfully Beautiful…he thought.

“Awful.” He uttered. Once he heard the word come out of his mouth, he slapped his hand over his mouth. “Shit!”

Tom watched as your smile turned into a grimace, your eyebrows furrowing downwards. Stuttering, he blurted out, “I-I meant to say you look ‘awfully beautiful, yes.”

You watched as he placed a hand on the nape of his neck, his gaze diverted downwards towards the pavement. His face was beet red, and he was using his hair in an attempt to cover his eyes.

Talk about making a good first impression, Tom thought to himself.

“I’m so sorry.” He hurriedly uttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s fine.” You replied. “I trip over my words a lot too.”

He shot his head up to see if he heard you correctly, and when you smiled softly at him, he knew that you were really fine. “Really?”

You laughed lightly, “yes, don’t worry about it.”

Tom, satisfied with your answer, nodded. “Good, now let’s head out.”

Being the gentleman he was, he held his hand out for you to grab as you walked towards his car. He opened the passenger side door, and carefully closed it behind you. As he got in to the driver’s side, he took a deep breath before driving to the Italian restaurant that you chose.

The drive went well, with the radio playing a mix of oldies. A serene Beatles song played in the background, to which Tom hummed along. A smile erupted on your face as you saw that he was enjoying himself. He. You noticed that he was a calm driver, and drove intently and safely.

You sat up a bit straighter in your seat, but you noticed there was some resistance when you moved.

Well that’s odd, you thought to yourself as you tried to get rid of the tension of your dress. As you leaned to the left to look down at your dress to see where it was caught at, you saw that it was shut in the door of the car, with a small rip in the hem. There was nothing that could be done about it, and you didn’t want to bring it up to Tom, so you sat in silence until you arrived at the restaurant.

The restaurant was only twenty minutes away, but with the London traffic, it took about 45 minutes to get there.

Tom, now antsy from having sat in traffic, began to tap the steering wheel. He glanced at the dashboard and noticed that it was nearly 8pm, which was about an hour later than he intended to eat dinner. “I hope it’s not too late to eat dinner.” He commented sheepishly.

“Oh not at all.” You waved your hand in front of you. To be honest, you were quite hungry, but you didn’t want to make Tom feel even worse than you knew he was probably already feeling. Tom turned off the car and did a jog to your side of the car. Before he could open it, you went to grab the hem of your dress that was caught in the door at the exact time that Tom was opening the door, which caused the bottom of your dress to rip.

The look on both of your faces were in complete shock, as both of your gazes moved to the ripped fabric in your hand.

“I am so sorry.” He gasped, “I had no idea that your dress was caught in the door, and I would’ve been more careful had I known.” His words strung together in one fast sentence, his face becoming beet red again.

You couldn’t hide the frown that came over your own face, but you dismissed the accident. “Just goes to show that the material is cheap quality.” You shrugged.

Tom couldn’t believe it. Here he had ripped your dress, and shown up late, which made you late for your reservation.

“Oh no, the reservation!” He exclaimed as he grabbed your hand and hurriedly rushed you inside the restaurant. As he made his way to the maître d'hôtel, he took a deep breath before speaking. “A reservation for two, under the name Tom Holland.”

The maître d'hôtel looked at the reservation book, and his eyebrows furrowed. “I’m sorry Mr. Holland, but your name is not on here.”

Registering what the man said, Tom’s mouth contorted into a frown. “Are you sure? I made the reservation a few days ago, which I know is short notice, but I was told that the reservation was set.”

The maître d'hôtel looked Tom straight in the eye with a matter of fact tone. “I can assure you that you are not reserved for tonight. Would you like me to check to see if you’ve been scheduled for another night?”

Tom nodded and waited for the man to inform him of when the reservation was. He looked over his shoulder to see you standing near the doorway, and he gave you a small smile.

“Huh.” The maître d'hôtel remarked. “It seems that you made a reservation for the 2nd of February of next year.”

“So you mean to tell me I booked a reservation for today’s date next year?”

“That’s correct.”

“You’ve gotta be joking”

“Do I look like I’m joking, Mr. Holland?” The maître d'hôtel asked flatly. Tom looked around to see that others were watching him, and he shrugged his shoulders. He felt your presence right next to him, and he watched as you leaned against the podium.

“Is there a problem?” You asked Tom.

“Well, we don’t have a reservation for tonight, but we do have one for next year.”

“Oh.” You answered as you looked at the head waiter. “Even though we don’t have a reservation tonight, is there any chance we could still eat here?”

The man shook his head. “I’m sorry, but we don’t have an open table tonight.”

Dejected, Tom turned to give you a sad look. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s fine.” You said to Tom. “But we would like to keep that reservation.” You commented confidently. Both the maître d'hôtel and Tom gave you a shocked look, but you didn’t react to their reactions.

“Well then, have a nice night, and sorry for the confusion. See you both next year.”

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Tom held open the door for you, and stood in the center of the sidewalk. He watched as people weaved around you two, and he brought his hands up to his face. “I’ve blown it.” He exasperatedly stated. “I cannot believe I’ve blown it.”

You stepped closer to Tom and placed your hand on his arm. “You’ve gotta admit, it is pretty funny that you managed to book a reservation for next year.” You chuckled in an attempt to soften the mood. Tom didn’t laugh at your remark, instead he glanced at the ground.

“I was late to pick you up, and I closed your dress in the car door and now it’s all ruined. And to make it worse, I somehow managed to make a reservation for next year. So now it’s past 8pm and we still haven’t eaten dinner, and now I’m just remembering that I had bought you flowers that are still sitting on my kitchen counter.” Tom rambled hurriedly. He was shifting his weight from the ball of his foot to his heel, his gaze still fixed to the ground. “And I can’t even look you in the eye to tell you that I’ve royally screwed up this date.” He threw his hands in the air, and allowed them to fall heavily.

You took a minute to ponder what Tom had brought up. Yes, he had ruined your dress and showed up late, and he did somehow manage to fumble the reservation. But to be completely honest, these events didn’t change the way you saw him. You still liked him, even if the night didn’t go well—nothing could change that. “Do you really think you ruined the date?”

Tom’s gaze shot up from the ground to meet yours. His eyes scanned your face to see if you were lying, but when you gave him a soft smile, his eyes softened. “I didn’t ruin the date?” He took a step closer to you, and put his hands in the pockets of his slacks. “B-But I ruined your dress and the reservation and—”

“Honestly, this is the most memorable date I’ve ever been on.” You clicked your tongue and laughed. “If it were anyone else, I would’ve been fuming that the night didn’t go as planned, but with you—” You took a step towards Tom, closing the gap between you two. As you reached up to fix a fallen curl off of his forehead, you felt him soften under your touch. He reached for your wrist and placed it to your side, only before grabbing your hand.  “I’m just glad that you even asked me on a date. And to be completely honest, it doesn't matter what restaurant we go to, or what goes wrong. I’m just happy to spend time with you.”

Tom looked into your eyes, and cocked his head to the right. You two were standing only inches apart, and you placed a delicate kiss on his cheek. “At least we’ll get to try the Italian restaurant next year.”

Tom threw his head back and guffawed, his Adam’s apple bobbing with his laughter. When he stopped laughing, he placed his hand on your back. “Even though the date isn’t over yet, and while I’m feeling confident, will I get a second date with you?” He inquired, his hands still in his pockets. 

“Only if you buy me dinner tonight.” You smirked.

“I’ll buy you dinner forever, if you’ll let me.” He smiled.

You smiled back at Tom, but placed a hand on your stomach. “I’m serious, I’m actually  really hungry now.”

“Me too.” He answered back, “where would you like to go?”

As if on cue, you both looked around at the shops that lined the street. Since it was late, a lot of places weren’t open, but one restaurant was.

“I know where we can go.” You smirked.

You two were the fanciest dressed at Shake Shack, as you shared a milkshake with your meals. Tom would occasionally feed you a fry, and you would do the same. As you ate, you both cracked jokes and enjoyed each other’s company.

It didn’t matter where you went, or when a where you would end up eating dinner at—all that mattered was that you were spending time together, with him. 

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Additional a/n: thank you so much for reading, and if you’d like to be added to my tag list please let me know! 

[jahayla-parker]

Can you please do a fic where Harrison protects/saves you? 😊

Habitually Offensive : Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Desc: 3.5k wc, y/n and Harrison are dating, but her ex won’t leave her be, requiring Haz to step in and protect her. Hurt comfort

Warnings: kidnapping, domestic violence (please safely seek help if you’re dealing with this!), injuries, fighting, police, and hospitals

Harrison paced back and forth with worry. His poor bottom lip was numb from how aggressively he’d been biting at it. He’d not heard back from his girlfriend for a while now. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt something was off about it. He didn’t think her not answering her phone was unrelated to the sudden sound that he’d heard in the background of the call. He’d been on the phone with her as she returned from a night out with friends. They’d been talking for maybe an hour when there was a loud crash and she suddenly stated she needed to go but would call him back. Harrison didn’t have the chance to ask her what the noise was or to ask her to stay on the phone with him before she ended the call. He’d tried to immediately call her back, already having sensed something was off. It was late at night and she lived alone, with no pets… so she would have to have caused the noise in order for it to not be something of concern. However, he’d known her for long enough to know what type of reaction she usually had to knocking something over or having some sort of accident. Hence why his feet were nearly burning marks into the floor from all his pacing.

Harrison tried to call her one more time. Only, after ringing for a while, he got her voicemail box, again. He grit his teeth and stomped over to his front door and hurriedly tore his keychain down from his assigned wall hook.

Harrison was certain he was going to be pulled over and given a ticket on his way over due to the fact he’d never driven that much over the speed limit before. Luckily though that hadn’t happened; he’d made it to his girlfriend’s house in record time without attracting the attention of the police. However, when he got close enough to see the signs that confirmed his earlier suspicions, Harrison supposed that maybe it would’ve been a good idea to the police involved. His racing gaze shifted all around the scene in front of him as he took in the broken glass beside her windowed door, the way her door was partially open, and the muddy shoe print on the cement path leading to the entrance of her home.

Without hesitation, Harrison flung the door open the rest of the way and rushed inside. His head whipped around rapidly as he searched for her. “Y/n?!” He called out as he made his way further into her apartment. His heart had begun to speed up more and more with each passing second he couldn’t find her. However, upon reaching her backdoor and seeing the track of blood that was smeared on the tile, his heart stopped. Harrison had to grip the edge of the hallway table beside him to keep from collapsing. He blinked forcefully and rubbed his eyes to clear away the tears that had begun to form. He needed to focus. He took a deep breath as he felt all his muscles tense as he prepared for whatever was about to come.

Harrison pushed the backdoor outwards as he followed the smeared blood outside. It was evident where she was forced to stand as the blood smear dramatically lessened suddenly. However, he noticed y/n must’ve been limping as there were still small traces for awhile. Luckily the pouring rain tonight hadn’t washed out away yet. Unfortunately, the trail nevertheless ended unexpectedly; leaving Harrison uncertain where to go to find her. He tried to call her phone again in hopes that she had it on her and he’d hear it. Only, he heard it faintly from back towards the house. He sighed and ended the call, his wide eyes scanning her quaint backyard for any sign of where she’d been taken.

Harrison turned on the flashlight on his phone and rotated it around the dark yard. He noticed a black high heel shoe randomly beside her rubbish bin. He was certain she’d intentionally left it behind as its location didn’t make much sense in the sense that it was not located along any clear walking path. He rushed to it and again scanned the area. In doing so, he found her other shoe a few feet away. Then it was her bracelet. By now Harrison had reached the neighbor’s garage. Just as he was about to try to find a way to peak into the garage to see if he needed to break in to get his girl out, he noticed a sparkling item slightly sunken into the disturbed mud puddle by the garage’s door.

Harrison quietly moved closer, not wanting to risk anyone hearing him and knowing he had found them should she be being held here. Yet, when his eyes landed on the necklace he’d gifted y/n for her birthday years ago back when they were just friends, he knew she was here and he knew she’d left these clues in hopes it would help someone find her. She’d never taken that necklace off since the day she got it, she even slept in it. So it was obvious she’d used it as a last resort to draw attention to where she was taken.

Harrison’s breath became erratic as he turned to the door, ready to burst in and get her to safety. His eyes narrowed in preparation as he set his hand on the handle and pulled aggressively. The door budged but didn’t open. He could make out some rustling from the other side of the garage door. “Y/n? Love?” He called out as he began to back up so he could get some momentum to kick the door down. He could hear muffled noise and he frowned. “If you’re near the door, try to back up okay?” He warned. He took a deep breath and ran at the door.

It took an intense amount of force, but Harrison was able to push whatever obstruction was pressed against the other side of the door out of the way enough to wedge himself inside. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the lack of light inside the garage, but when they did, he felt his heart shatter. He shimmied past the wooden table that had been blockading the door and hurriedly sprinted to the other end of the garage where y/n was seated. He saw the tears instantly fall from her eyes and roll down her face, a few stopping as they reached the edge of the duct tape that had been placed over her lips.

Harrison gasped quietly as he cautiously knelt before her, not wanting to scare her with any sudden movements in the dark. “Shhh love, it’s me, it’s Haz,” he reassured, reaching up and gently pulling up the edge of the duct tape. “This might sting a bit, y/n,” he warned, looking at her hesitantly, hating the idea of hurting her even if it was for her sake. When she nodded quickly, he took a deep breath, signaling for her to copy. He then quickly pulled the tape away from her mouth. He gripped her hand as she whimpered lightly as it left her skin. “I’m so sorry honey,” he cooed.

“I’m going to get you out of here,” Harrison promised y/n as he turned his attention to her bound wrists. “Was it him?” He questioned knowingly. As she nodded, he squeezed her hand in support. “He’s not going to get away with this again. But, I need you to tell me, do you know where he is?”

Y/n shook her head and sniffled. She sighed as she watched Harrison try to gently undo the ropes that had been digging into her skin. “He used the…,” she paused and waved her hand around as she found herself unable to find the word for the large rolling garage door that y/ex/n pulled up and slid out under. “I’m,.. sorry,” she mumbled, her swollen bottom lip making her voice sound funny.

Harrison scoffed lightly and shook his head, his soft eyes lifting to meet her gaze. “Don’t be, this isn’t on you, okay?” He frowned when he could tell she wasn’t convinced. “It’s not,” he stated, his voice leaving no room for doubt. “Now, I… I saw… blood,” Harrison muttered fearfully. “I doubt all of that is from your poor lip,” he pointed out, lightly tracing her split lip with his thumb.

Y/n shook her head. “It’s my stomach,” she explained, reluctantly pulling her hands back from Harrison’s other hand in order to show him. Her hand shook with her lingering adrenaline and fear as she pulled up the edge of her shirt to show her boyfriend the injury her ex had caused. “It’s not… too bad”.

Harrison huffed and shook his head. “You don’t need to minimize your pain sweetheart,” he whispered. He spelt brought his hand closer to the bloody gash in her abdomen. “M-May I?” He asked, clearing his throat. Only once y/n gave him her consent did Harrison let his fingers tenderly touch her irritated skin as a deep grimace formed on his face. “He cut you?” He asked as he analyzed the wind to see what type of weapon he’d used against her and how serious the injury was.

“He… he used the glass from when he broke in,” y/n answered timidly.

“We’ll get you patched up,” Harrison vowed, lowering y/n’s rain soaked shirt back down and helping her stand up.

“What?” Y/n questioned quietly as she noticed the look of confusion on Harrison’s face ass s he gazed down at her legs.

“You… your legs are fine?” Harrison asked, eyes looking up to meet hers. “It’s just, it looked like you might’ve been limping or dragging your foot,” he mumbled, head unconsciously tilting in the direction of the blood stains he’d been referencing.

Y/n pursed her lips and nodded lightly. “I thought… I thought it might help… someone ummm… you know..” she muttered.

Harrison nodded and tenderly pulled her to him. He wrapped his arms securely around her as he rubbed her back. “You did great y/n, truly,” he praised, stroking the back of her head lightly. “It did help, as did your shoes, and bracelet, and-“

“My necklace,” y/n murmured as she recalled having to rip it off her neck with one hand as y/ex/n had dragged her into her neighbor’s unoccupied garage. She’d hoped that even if the police didn’t come looking for her that Harrison eventually would and that he’d notice the necklace.

Harrison nodded but felt the deep sigh that left her as she partially deflated in his hold. “‘ey, honey”.

“I broke it, he… I only had one hand… I…” y/n cried.

“Y/n/n, it’s okay, I’m glad you did,” Harrison promised, leaning back to cup her face. “It helped me know you were here, I couldn’t be happier that you broke it,” he added. He pressed a loving kiss to her clammy and dirty forehead. “Let’s get you out of here”.

Harrison positioned y/n by his side, instructing her to keep her right hand pressed to her wound on her stomach while her left held onto him for support. He made his way to the door that he’d entered through slowly as to not make her pain worse. He shoved the wooden table further out of the way so they could fit through easier.

The couple had just stepped outside and into the flood lights of huge garage when Harrison spotted someone approaching. He quickly moved y/n behind him as he tensed. He could tell by the way the person was stalking over that they didn’t want to be loud and cause a scene but it was clear they weren’t pleased; it had to be y/ex/n. “Love, head home and call nine-nine-nine,” Harrison instructed, passing her his cellphone and guiding her to move behind the large rubbish bin beside the garage.

“No, Haz, he-,” y/n whimpered, her voice carrying her worry for her boyfriend.

“I’m fine, please,” Harrison pleaded, turning to send her a look before he moved to step closer to y/ex/n.

Y/n looked between the two men in debate. She didn’t want to leave Harrison. But she also knew she wasn’t going to be much help given the gash in her stomach. Yet at the same time, it was her previous relationship with y/ex/n that lead to this moment; Harrison didn’t need to get caught up in this. She couldn’t make out the words that Harrison and y/ex/n exchanged, her unsteady breathing muffling and sounds around her. She decided to do as Harrison asked and run to safety so she could call for help. The police would be better help than she would be, especially at this point.

Harrison lunged at y/ex/n as he moved towards y/n. “Stay the hell away from her,” he growled, tackling her ex to the ground as soon as he made contact with him. The downpour of rain refused to cease as the two wrested in the mud.

Y/ex/n groaned and kicked at Harrison’s grip as he wormed his way against the muddy ground in an attempt to escape. Not that he needed much effort since Harrison was already leaping up upon having seen y/ex/n had managed to grab y/n’s ankle and trip her on his way down.

Harrison shook with increased anger and fear as he noticed y/n had seemingly hit her head on the fence post as she fell. She was now rubbing her head and appeared dazed. He quickly pulled back y/ex/n’s fingers until he was forced to let go of y/n’s leg. However, Harrison’s shifted focus allowed y/ex/n the chance to get the upper hand. Y/ex/n swiped his leg across the ground, knocking Harrison’s legs out from under him. Harrison shifted his body so as to not fall on y/n on his way down. He quickly gazed over at her to check on her before he pushed himself up just as y/ex/n began trying to punch him.

Harrison had lost count of how many strikes he’d exchanged with y/ex/n before he saw the red and blue lights light up the night sky. He saw the fear in y/ex/n’s eyes when he realized the police had arrived. However, he also picked up on the fact that y/ex/n was now hoping to flee to avoid being arrested. So, Harrison used y/ex/n’s sudden lack of focus to knock him to the ground and promptly dropped himself onto the man, elbow pressed into his stomach forcefully.

As he pinned y/ex/n to the ground, Harrison turned to face y/n, who was now leaning against the fence, her eyes barely open but on nevertheless. He tried to catch his breath, eyes stuck on her as he waited for the police to fully make their way over. The ceaseless rain continued to pour on both of them, beginning to wash away the mud that had coated Harrison’s shirt. However he worried that the intensity of the rainfall was going to make y/n sick. He wanted to get her out of the rain and into the warmth, safety, and comfort of his home. But, he refused to let y/ex/n flee the way he’d done once before. Tonight’s events were the result of his last escape. Harrison wasn’t going to let that happen again.

Once the officers had located the group and assured Harrison that they had a hold of y/ex/n, he leapt up and rushed over to where y/n was being examined by an officer. “Are the medics coming?” He asked the officer who was evaluating y/n as she rested on the ground.

Y/n weakly reached for Harrison, her gaze blurry from the spinning inside her head. Her lips curled into a faint smile as her boyfriend immediately noticed her need and interlaced their hands. She could hear that me was talking, but she wasn’t sure what was being said. She was beyond exhausted and now that she and Harrison were both safe, she felt she could finally rest her eyes.

“I see them,” Harrison said in response to the officer’s comment about how the medical response team was on their way. His heart rate accelerated as he watched her heavy eyes close. “I’m taking her to them,” he stated, not waiting for the officer’s approval. He quickly scooped y/n up from the ground and held her to him as he rushed across both backyards and to the ambulance. “She’s been c-c.. stabbed, and her head- she uhh hit her head, I think she’s got a concussion, and possibly an infection now from the mud given her open wound, and-“ he began rattling off to the nearest medic.

“Alright, sir, sir,” the medic attempted to interrupt. “We understand mate,” he nodded in acknowledgment. “Set her ‘ere,” he advised, moving so Harrison could reach the stretcher.

“Can I… I can go with, right?” Harrison asked, gripping y/n’s hand tightly as he gazed down at her sleeping form.

The medic looked at the officer that had followed Harrison and y/n to the ambulance with uncertainty. He wasn’t sure what had transpired tonight other than that it was a domestic incident. But he wasn’t sure who had been the victim or victims versus perpetrator(s).

“She,” the officer started as he nodded at the woman on the stretcher. “Gave her story to the dispatcher when she called, he’s,” he continued, now nodding towards the man loyally waiting by the woman’s side. “The current boyfriend and she said he was protecting her. We’ll take the other man to a different hospital, he can go with you and her, we’ll send a detective to meet them there,” the officer concluded, moving backwards so the medics could close the ambiance doors and leave.

Y/n groaned at the sharp pain in her head as she peeled her eyes open. The brightness in the room made her want to scream. She felt a tender squeeze against her palm and turned towards the direction of the sensation. Her lips curled up in a sleepy smile as she met her boyfriend’s face. “Hi Haz,” she greeted lovingly.

“Hi sweetheart,” Harrison whispered. “I tried to turn the light down as much as possible,” he explained with a sympathetic frown. “Doctors say you have a bad concussion”.

Y/n hummed in acknowledgment of this information. “And what about-“

“Your stomach is stitched up,” Harrison sighed. “But, they at least made them y/f/c,” he chuckled humorlessly. He squeezed her hand once again, “it’ll take some time to heal, but you’ll be alright”.

Y/n grinned softly and squeezed Harrison’s hand. “I appreciate that information, Harrison, I do,” she commented. “But, I was actually going to ask about-“.

“Oh, right,” Harrison muttered. “He’s been arrested, they have camera footage from your security system and your neighbor’s backyard camera, so while they will likely still want your report, they said it should be an easy conviction.” He huffed. “Said he broke his nose, some ribs, and,” Harrison paused and shook his head. “Doesn’t matter.. it’s not like it’s enough. After all, apparently the doctors said he-“.

Y/n stiffly turned to face Harrison better. She squeezed his hand as his eyes widened with worry over her movements. “Harrison, honey,” she cooed. “I don’t give a damn about him,” she muttered. “I was trying to ask how you are. Have you been looked at?”

Harrison blushed. He shook his head in disbelief and leaned forward, slightly out of his seat as he moved to kiss her forehead very gently. “Yes,” he promised, sitting back down. “They forced me to be evaluated for the case. I didn’t leave your side though, I… I made them do it here, but I did have to sit over there,” he mumbled, pointing to the chair by the counterspace in her hospital room.

“Harrison,” y/n chuckled lightly, squeezing his hand to bring his attention back to her. “That’s okay baby,” she promised, “I’m just glad you came for me”.

“Of course I came for you,” Harrison whispered breathily.

Y/n smiled warmly and squeezed Harrison’s hand again. “What did the doctors say when they evaluated you?” She questioned.

“Nothing to worry about darling,” Harrison answered, brushing some hair from y/n’s face with his hand that wasn’t holding hers.

“I’ll be the one to decide that,” y/n argued knowingly.

Harrison chuckled and shook his head. “Few broken fingers and some bruises, nothing major, promise,” he hummed.

“Good,” y/n sighed in relief. She shifted until she was lying flat against the hospital bed one again. “I know you won’t accept it, but thank you again Harrison, truly,” she whispered, her eyes getting heavy again.

Harrison watched as her blinks began to last longer, her fatigue taking its toll on her again. “I’ll always fight for you my love, you’re safe now, close your eyes and rest,” he encouraged, stroking her cheek with his free hand as he watched her eyelids get heavier. He sighed in peace as he watched her go back to sleep, pleased everything was going to be okay.

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Wipeout - Chapter 7

Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Hi guys, hope you enjoy this chap its extra long! Let me know what you think, I love getting feedback! Also just a heads up, the italics indicate a flashback, I hope that’s clear in how it’s written but if not now you know lol. Love you guys xx

Warnings: Smut

Summary: Tom misses you, then he comes home

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“Souvenir shopping is hard,” Harrison complained as he looked over a rack of keychains, “Mum said just to bring her a keychain or something but how do I pick…”

“Get her one with her name or ‘World’s Best Mum’ on it,” Tom suggested while he peered at a shelf full of shot glasses, “Do you think (y/n) would like a shot glass with a shark or a turtle on it more?”

“Well I think she’d like the shark, but I don’t know if getting her a shot glass is the best gift. She’s pretty specific about houseware,” Harrison peaked over at the glasses, “I thought you were getting her that shirt?”

“Yeah, but the more I looked at it the more I thought she wouldn’t like it…” he stepped away from the glasses, “You’re right man, this is hard.”

“There’s some cute jewelry over here,” Harrison tapped one of the racks beside him.

“Oh, good call,” Tom looked over a few sets of earrings and bracelets before he noticed a few coconut bead necklaces at the bottom of the display.

There were some very simple ones, similar to his, and some that were more complex. One caught his eyes, it had the opposite color scheme of his, having mostly white beads with a few brown ones intermixed. What stood out most to him though was a dainty, pink clay flower bead right in the middle of the necklace. He smiled as he plucked it off the rack, he knew you liked his necklace, you’d probably like having your own too. Plus he thought it’d be cute if the two of you matched.

“What do you think of this?” he asked Harrison.

He nodded in approval, “I think she’d like that Tom, it’s cute.”

“Yeah, I think so too…”

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Tom laughed as you swung at the empty beer can flying towards you. You let out an annoyed cry as you missed and started spinning around the bat again. You swayed as you tried to stabilize yourself, telling them that you were ready for the next can. You’d dragged Tom across the whole party just to play, insisting that you were really good at dizzy bat, and you just had to show him.

“Come on (y/n)! You got this!” he encouraged you from the side lines.

You attempted to steady yourself again before they threw the second can. This time you managed to hit it, crushing it and sending it bouncing a few feet away. You squealed happily and the small crowd cheered for you, one of the boys clapped you on the back and told you it was a good hit. The small bit of force would have sent you tumbling to the ground if it weren’t for Tom.

“Woah, you alright?” he asked.

You nodded and giggled, “Yes, I’m okay, so okay.”

“Yeah, seems like it,” he laughed, “Hey why don’t you come sit down for a sec while I get you some water?”

You nodded again, “Yeah, yeah, I wanna sit. Everything is still spinning.”

“I’m sure,” he smiled and walked you to a few plastic chairs nearby, “Here, you wait here, I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, Tom,” you grabbed his arm with a big smile, “Wasn’t I so good?”

He chuckled again, “Yeah, you were amazing Flower, stay right here okay?”

“Don’t call me Flower,” you mumbled while he walked away.

He smiled to himself as he padded into the house. Tom had volunteered to DD for you so that you could get plastered to celebrate finishing all your finals. The initial idea was that he and Harrison would take you and Grace out, but Harrison and Grace had a family birthday to go to. You still wanted to go out though, and Tom would never pass up a party, so now it was just the two of you. Tom was honestly a bit relieved because you were much easier to look after when you were drunk, Grace had a tendency to get into fights.

Tom peaked out one of the windows at you while he filled up a large class of water. He wasn’t really worried, you were just at Leo’s and he knew pretty much everyone there, but he still didn’t want to leave you alone for long. You were just scrolling through your phone, paying no mind to the  world around you. Tom nodded in approval and decided to grab you a snack as well. He dug through a pile of snack sized chip bags until he found something you would like and ran back outside with them and the water.

In the few moments it had taken him to find the chips you’d managed to disappear. Tom made a quick lap outside, assuming you’d jumped into another round of dizzy bat or something, but you were nowhere to be found. He was starting to get worried as he paced inside, luckily he spotted Leo right away.

“Leo, hey,” he clapped his hand over his shoulder, “Have you seen (y/n) anywhere?”

“Oh yeah, she ran in a few minutes ago,” he nodded down the hall, “She went down there, probably to the bathroom.”

Tom knew that couldn’t be good.

“Thanks man,” he patted his back before running down the hall. He knocked gently at the bathroom door, “(y/n), you in there?”

You groaned, “Yeah.”

“Can you unlock the door and let me in?”

You groaned again, “Yeah.”

The door opened just a crack and he pushed it open all the way. You’d dove right back to the toilet, your head hung over the bowl in shame. Tom closed the door behind him, set down the water and chips, and moved to join you on the floor. He pulled back your hair and rubbed your back, turning his head away while you threw up. 

“Poor girl, I’m sorry,” he tried to soothe you, “I brought some water okay?”

You nodded and sat back on your knees as you finished, “Can I have it?”

“Yeah, of course,” he reached up to grab the cup before handing it to you, “Do you think you’re gonna throw up anymore?”

“No, my stomach’s totally empty,” you shook your head and wiped your mouth with some toilet paper. You took a long drink of the water, “That was so gross, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, we’ve all been there,” he assured you, “Just sit for a minute, finish the water.”

“Yeah,” you took another long drink, “Dizzy bat was a bad idea.”

“Hey, we all have bad drunk ideas,” he chuckled and reached over to close the lid on the toilet, “Here, sit down.”

Tom helped you onto the toilet seat and rubbed your back while you finished the water, “I brought some chips too if you’re up to it.”

You shook your head quickly, “Definitely not,” you looked up at him, “I’m so sorry Tom.”

“It’s alright, what are you even apologizing for? I told you you could get as trashed as you wanted, I knew what I was getting into.”

“I feel awful,” you groaned, “I wanna brush my teeth.”

“We can head home then,” he promised, “As soon as you’re ready to get up.”

“Really?” you looked up at him hopefully.

He nodded and laughed, “Yeah, it’s not like I kidnapped you or something.”

“I know, but I don’t wanna make you go home if you wanna stay out.”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me,” he filled your cup with more water from the sink and passed it to you, “Here, drink some more.”

After the second cup of water you decided you were ready to get up again and Tom helped you walk out to his car. You sat in the middle seat with your eyes closed the whole drive home. Tom was worried you’d fall asleep but you managed to stay awake for the short drive.

“Thank you,” you mumbled as Tom unlocked your front door, “You’re the best Tommy.”

“Thanks Flower,” he smiled and pushed your door open, “Come on, we’ll get some pajamas and put you to bed.”

“I need to brush my teeth,” you rubbed your eyes and paced ahead of him. You lazily grabbed the bathroom door and pushed it open. You yawned as you grabbed your toothbrush from its holder.

Tom stood in the doorway, watching with a smile while you brushed your teeth and lazily washed your face. Then it was straight to your room where you started stripping right away. Tom quickly turned around and told you he was going to get some water. He filled up a large bottle for you and made some toast, determined to get something in your stomach before you went to sleep. When he returned to your room you were now dressed in your pajamas, sprawled out on the top of your bed.

“I’ve got a snack and some water,” he set them both on your bedside table and offered you a hand, “Come on, you’ve got to eat something.”

You took his hand and let him pull you up, “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to keep thanking me,” he sat beside you and placed the plate of toast in your lap, “Here, eat up.”

You just nodded as you bit into the toast, “You’re taking care of me though, thank you.”

“That’s just what friends do,” he brushed your hair away from your face while you ate.

“You’re a good friend,” you commented, “You make good toast too.”

“Thanks, it’s my specialty,” he chuckled.

You passed the plate back to Tom as you finished and tried to lay back down, groaning when Tom stopped you. He pulled the blankets back and helped you crawl under them, pulling them up over you while you yawned.

“Thanks for that too,” you mumbled.

“Yeah, you’re welcome,” he smiled, “I’ll go put the plate in the sink, do you need me to do anything else after that?”

You shook your head, “No, thank you,” you muttered again, “Hey Tom?”

“Yeah?”

“I like your necklace,” you reached over for him, hooking your finger in his necklace, pinching some of the beads between your fingers, “I don’t know if I ever told you that…”

“You haven’t,” he hummed, “But I’m glad you like it. I got it last time I was in Hawaii.”

“Yeah, surfing, I know,” you used the necklace to tug him closer to you, “It’s sexy.”

He started to laugh, “Well thank you. I think it’s time for you to go to sleep now love.”

“Yeah, thank you for being such a good friend,” you continued to fiddle with the necklace while you spoke, “It was probably annoying to take care of me…”

“Nah, I don’t mind it a bit,” he assured, “Besides, I think you’re way too hot to ever find you annoying.”

You laughed sleepily, “You make the stupidest jokes,” you pulled him in again, pressing your lips to his for a brief moment, your eyes stayed closed when you pulled away, “Goodnight Tom.”

“Goodnight Flower,” he mumbled, bringing his hand up to his lips involuntarily.

Tom stood back up, taking your plate with him back to the kitchen. It was odd, you two had kissed before the few times you’d hooked up, but it was never like that. Just a sweet, tender, goodnight kiss. Tom had never kissed anyone like that, kissing was always just a gateway to sex. But it was nice, it made him feel happy and sort of warm. He hoped he’d get a chance to kiss you like that again.

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It was one of Tom’s favorite memories. Up to that point physical affection had always meant sex for him, but it changed with you. You kissed each other and held each other all the time now, just because you liked it.

“I think I’m gonna get her this,” Tom settled.

“Great, because I found the perfect key chain for mum,” Harrison held out a cheesy plastic surfboard that had ‘Surf Mom’ scrawled across its surface, “Perfect don’t you think?”

Tom chuckled, “Oh yeah, she’ll love it.”

Tom couldn’t get you off his mind as he paced up to the check out, or even when they went back to their room. He missed you, he missed being around you, he missed holding you, he missed kissing you, he missed all of it. He loved Hawaii and he was excited to be there, but it would have been nice if you could be there too. He would have called you, but unfortunately the time difference meant that it was still early back home. There was no chance you’d be up yet, and he knew you’d be upset if he woke you up, so he decided to let it be. Calling would probably only make him miss you more anyway.

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Tom’s resolve lasted only until the next morning. It was only 4 am, and he needed to get up and get ready for the sunrise surf Harrison and him had planned, but he just couldn’t wait. He flicked on his bedside lamp and decided to FaceTime you, attempting to fix his hair in the camera while he waited for you to pick up. Luckily you picked up and after just a second of buffering he was met with your smiling face.

“Hi,” you chimed happily.

“Hey,” he answered, his voice sounded sort of hoarse and made him wish he had some water. He was happy to hear yours though, “How are you?”

“Good, just working on my internship applications. How’s Hawaii?”

“Amazing, it’s fucking early though,” he yawned, “Sorry, I just woke up.”

“Yeah I can tell,” you chuckled, “Why’d you call so early?”

“Just wanted to talk to you,” he rubbed his eyes to try and make them focus better. It was then that he realized that you were on his couch, in his house, “Wait, are you in my house? Don’t tell me you missed me so bad you had to break in,” he smiled cockily. He certainly hoped you were missing him too.

“Actually, Adrien’s helping me with my applications,” you explained, “I can’t believe you never told me he’s an architect by the way.”

“Oh yeah, guess I never thought about it,” he shrugged. Truthfully he was a little annoyed and disappointed, he really just wanted to talk to you, “Is he with you right now?”

You nodded and shifted so you could show Adrien to him, “Say hi.”

“Hi,” Tom greeted him, though he didn’t really care about seeing or talking to Adrien at the moment, “How’s the house?”

“Hasn’t burned down yet,” Adrien smiled back at him, “Hope you guys are having fun.”

Tom nodded in confirmation, “Oh yeah, time of our lives,” he was happy when you turned the screen back to yourself, “That’s sweet he’s helping you out love, hope you two are making good progress.”

“We are, it’s been really helpful actually, I think they’re coming along really great,” you boasted.

“Good, I bet everyone will want to snatch you up,” he yawned again, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you or hold up your work or something,” he glanced over his shoulder to see Harrison crawling out of bed, “Maybe we can call later when you’ve got a bit of free time…”

“We can talk now, we’re just about done anyway,” you assured him, “I promise you’re not interrupting.”

He really did feel bad about interrupting, he wanted you to get your applications done and turned in, but he probably would have kept talking if Adrien wasn’t there.

“No, no, you should finish your work,” he insisted, glancing over his shoulder again as Harrison slammed the bathroom door behind him. He would have liked to tell you that he missed you and ask if you missed him too, and for you to tell him everything that had happened so far in his absence, “Plus we’re supposed to head out in a few, we wanna catch the sunrise on the water.”

“Okay,” you replied with a smile but you seemed a little disappointed too, “Well I’ll text you when I get home then.”

He nodded, “Great, good luck with the rest of your applications.”

“Thank you, have fun out on the water.”

“Yeah, I’ll send you some pictures,” he promised, hoping your schedules would line up better in a few hours, “Bye,” he waved.

“Bye,” you waved back.

He ended the call and tossed his phone to the otherside of the bed before rolling onto his back. He let out a deep sigh, it bugged him that you were with Adrien. That you were alone with Adrien, in his house. It just felt wrong, and he knew Adrien was sort of into you. He knew nothing would happen, you two had your whole exclusivity agreement, but he still didn’t like it. Adrien wasn’t good enough for you.

“Tom, you better not make us late,” Harrison peaked out of the bathroom suddenly, “By the time I’m finished in the shower you better be up.”

“I’m up,” Tom snapped back, “Just take your shower, I’ll be ready.”

“Crabby,” Harrison mumbled as he returned to the bathroom.

Tom huffed and ran his hand down his face. Of course he was excited to be in Hawaii, but he couldn’t wait to go home and see you.

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Tom groaned as he opened his eyes, his phone was buzzing right next to his head, forcing him to wake up. He’d been asleep since him and Harrison got home, the three planes and almost twenty hours of travel really did him in. He had plans though, you two were supposed to grab dinner when you got off work. He was excited to see you and catch up, just not to be awake. He reached for his phone lazily to find out who had ruined his nap. Of course it was you, it was already five and you were mostly likely off work and already driving to his house.

“Hey,” he answered sleepily, “I’m so sorry, I passed out, if you give me like ten minutes I’ll be ready to go.”

“That’s okay,” you assured him, “I just got off and I smell like fries, so I need to run home and shower first anyway,” you sighed, “I was just wondering if you’re super set on going out to eat or if you’d be okay with takeout instead?”

“I’m fucking wiped, I would love to get takeout instead,” he agreed, “Do you wanna hang out at mine or yours?”

“Yours, you’ve been gone for a whole week, I don’t wanna drag you out of the house,” you hummed, “Okay, text me what you want, I’ll go shower and pick up the food, then I’ll come back to your place. Sound good?”

“That sounds wonderful love, text me when you’re on your way?”

“Will do.”

Tom rubbed his eyes and pushed himself out of bed. He had a pretty distinct plane smell so he knew he’d have to shower before you came, it just seemed so exhausting at the moment. Instead he got down and opened up his suitcase, digging around to find the necklace he’d gotten you. After finding it he zipped up his bag and pushed it into the corner of the room to be dealt with later. He stared at the necklace for a moment before sighing.

“Hey Haz!” he crossed the hall and rapped at his friend's door, “Do we have any gift bags?” he got no answer so he peeked into the room, only to find he was still passed out. Tom shook his head and backed away from the door, pacing away to find Adrien instead, “Adrien,” he addressed him as he stepped into the kitchen, “Do you know if we happen to have any gift bags or anything?”

“Uh, I don’t think so,” he knit his brows, “Isn’t there a party supply store in town though? I’m sure they have tons.”

“Yeah, that’s alright, (y/n)’s gonna head over in a little bit so I won’t have time. Thanks though,” he turned to leave but Adrien continued.

“Oh, (y/n)’s coming over?” he hummed.

Tom nodded and turned back to him, “Yeah, we’re gonna eat and pry watch a movie or something.”

“Oh, I was gonna make some pasta, I can make a little more,” he offered.

“That’s alright, we’re getting takeout,” Tom hummed.

“Cool, well if you guys wanted we could all watch something together an-”

“No,” Tom interrupted quickly, “No, sorry, we were gonna hang out just the two of us, you know, since we haven’t seen each other in a whole week. If you wanna hang though I’m free tomorrow, we could go catch a few waves or something.”

“Right, sure,” Adrien pursed his lips for just a moment, “You know you two spend a lot of time together for people who are just supposed to be hooking up.”

Tom frowned, “Well we’re friends too. You were hanging out with (y/n) while I was gone right? It’s no different than that,” he paused, “Right?”

Adrien nodded, “Yeah, of course, I get it. I just mean if you’re into her or something…”

“It kind of seems like you’re into her Adrien,” Tom accused. Of course he already knew Adrien was, that much had been obvious to him for a while. He always stared at you and got nervous whenever you talked to him, not to mention he was always a little too excited to find out you were coming over. “Which if that’s the case you should probably just drop it because she doesn’t want to date anyone right now.”

“I-It’s not that,” he blushed, “I-I was just gonna say you should probably tell her soon you know, because she might move to London…”

Tom knit his brows, “London?”

“Yeah, for that internship,” Adrien seemed almost smug suddenly, “She told you about that right?”

“Yeah, of course she did,” Tom lied easily. You hadn’t mentioned London or the possibility of moving away ever. The week you’d just spent apart was bad enough, he couldn’t imagine what it’d be like if you moved away. “And no offense Adrien, but my relationship with (y/n) isn’t really any of your business.”

“I didn’t mean to step on your toes,” he defended, “Just, you know, someone else might come along or she might leave or something, you might miss your chance.”

“Well like I said, it’s not really any of your business,” Tom crossed his arms. Even more than he didn’t want you moving away, he didn’t want Adrien asking you out. You’d just end up saying no, and then Tom would have to deal with the awkwardness everytime you came over. “(y/n) and I are always going to be just as close as we are right now. It won’t change if she moves, it won’t change if she starts dating someone. Not to mention she definitely wouldn’t date someone if I didn’t like them or think they were good for her,” he boasted.

“Right, sorry,” Adrien turned his attention away from Tom and back to the stove, “I wasn't trying to pry. It’s good she has you to look out for her.”

“That’s alright,” Tom squeezed his shoulder and gave him a condescending smile, “I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

After the awkward interaction with Adrien Tom took a quick shower and retreated to his room to wait for you. When he finally saw your car pull up he went barrelling outside to greet you. The second you left your car he had you in his arms, lifting you into the air and placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Tom!” you squealed in surprise, laughing as he pressed his lips against your cheek.

“I missed you,” he declared.

“I missed you too,” you smiled at him, “You’re lucky I wasn’t holding the food.”

“I would have caught it,” he walked over to your passenger seat to grab the food, “So, I was thinking we could hang out in my room and watch a movie or something?”

“That sounds good to me,” you nodded, “You’re gonna tell me all about your trip before we watch the movie though right?”

He smiled and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, “Oh yeah, the movie's just gonna be background noise, I know you’ve got plenty to fill me in on too.”

“Not really, I was pretty much just stuck in the house working on those applications all week, it was pretty boring.”

“Ah that’s not boring, I want you to show me all the rooms you designed, I bet they’re amazing,” he pursed his lips suddenly, remembering what Adrien said about London, “Uh, Adrien mentioned one of them was in London. Is that true?”

Your cheeks bloomed red and you nodded, “Uh yeah, it was. It’s kind of a long shot though, there’s pretty much no chance I’ll get it.”

“But what if you did?” he glanced over at you as he pushed open the front door, “I mean I’ve seen some of your stuff, it’s all really great, I’m sure they’ll want you.”

The blush spread up to your ears, “Well thank you, I appreciate it, but it’s a really famous firm, they get thousands of applicants I’m sure.”

“But if you did get it, what would you do?” he pressed again.

“I-I don’t know,” you confessed, “I mean I’d be excited, it’d be like a dream come true, but I don’t want to move. I love it here, I love the people here, I’d hate being all alone there…” you trailed off for a second, “I’d rather take the closer ones, and I’m sure I’ll get one of those.”

Your words did a lot to ease his nerves. He let out a relieved breath and his normal smile returned, “Well good, it’d suck if you moved that far away. I mean who would I spend all day annoying?” he snickered as you entered his room, “And who would make Haz his special lemonade? And who would Grace complain to when she catches Haz and I dicking off at work? The whole system falls apart without you.”

You laughed and hopped onto his bed, “You guys made due just fine before me, I’m sure you’d live.”

“We’d survive, but I don’t think we’d live,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek as he fell down on the opposite side of the bed. He sat cross legged while he dug into the burritos you’d picked up, “The food in Hawaii was so good, but I really missed these burritos.”

“They’re heaven sent,” you agreed, “So what was better, the food or the surfing?’

“The surfing by far, I’m telling you it’s like nothing in the world,” he took a bite of his burrito before he continued, “It’s just gorgeous, and every wave is perfect, next time you have to come to, you’d love it.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” you crinkled your nose as you scolded him. His lips drew to a big smile and he set his burrito back in its box. You peered at him suspiciously before questioning, “What?”

“I missed you,” he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. He set one of his hands on the back of your head, holding you against him while his lips worked with yours. He nipped at your bottom lip as he pulled away, “A lot.”

You flushed again, “I missed you too.”

He nuzzled his nose against yours and hopped off his bed, “I got you something,” he snatched the necklace off his dresser and hid it behind his back, “We didn’t have any bags or anything so it’s not wrapped.”

“That’s okay,” you smiled brightly, “Is it a cheesy shot glass?”

“Well I thought about it, but I found something way better,” he sang, sitting down right beside you, “And you better like it because it’s too late to return it.”

You laughed, “I’m sure I’ll love it.”

“I hope so,” he brought the necklace up in front of your face, holding it out so you could see it all, “Ta-da.”

Your eyes widened and you quickly took it from his hands, “Wow, this is so pretty Tom, I love it.”

“Yeah, and now we match,” he pulled his necklace out with one finger with a big smile, “I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it,” you repeated, your eyes darting down to his necklace. You stuck out your bottom lip, making a sort of puppy dog face as you brought it up to your neck, “I’ll wear it all the time,” you declared, struggling to clip the necklace on on your own.

“Let me,” he reached behind your neck, taking a hold of the necklace and clipping it on easily, “There, it looks great Flower.”

You stared back at him for a moment before lurching forward and slamming your lips against his. He caught you with a bit of surprise, his fingers digging into your waist as you nipped at his bottom lip. Your hands found their way to his hair, tugging at his messy, damp curls while he groaned.

“Woah, slow down love,” he chuckled, “We’ve still got the burritos a-”

“Screw the burritos,” you mumbled before pressing your lips to his again, “They can wait.”

Tom hummed in agreement and kissed you again, “Yeah, screw the burritos.”

You quickly shoved the food back into the bag and placed it on the floor. Tom couldn’t deny the fact that he was eager, there was nothing he wanted more than to feel your bare skin on his. He wanted to be overwhelmed by you, like he had so many times before. Your sweet peachy lips were like a drug, your soft skin always smelt distinctly like warm amber and vanilla, but best of all was your hair. It always smelt like the beach, not in the sulfur and salt kind of way, but in a comforting, warm sunshine kind of way. He loved nothing more than holding your close and burying his face in your hair, falling asleep with his lips pressed against your head. He craved that closeness with you, your warmth, and he found it a lot easier to express himself physically.

“Tom,” you were breathing a bit heavy when you pulled away from him, “I really love this necklace,” you reached for his shirt without missing a beat.

He let you tug his shirt off and climb onto his lap, “I’m glad you do,” he smiled when you started kissing him again, your lips moving quickly down his neck, “You seem eager angel,” he attempted to tease you even though he knew he wasn’t any better.

“Yeah,” was your only response before you pulled back and lifted your tank top over your head.

He watched the shirt fly across his room before bringing his eyes back to you, smiling as his eyes landed right on your breasts. He placed one hand on your back and brought you close to him. He pressed open mouth kisses over your breasts while he traced the edge of your bra. He nipped at your skin and reached behind you, struggling for just a second to undo your bra before it too went flying across the room. He left a trail of kisses over your skin before flicking his tongue over your pert nipple. You inhaled sharply and craned your head back for just a moment.

Your eyes darted back down to Tom and you pushed him down onto the bed, not giving him anymore time to tease him. You pushed his sweats down, leaving him in just his boxer-briefs, which made it very obvious just how eager he was for you. You smirked a little smirk that made his mind go totally blank. It was so easy for him to get so wrapped up in you that he forgot the rest of the world, especially when you looked at him like that. He sucked in a sharp breath as you palmed over him, willing himself not to lift his hips and moan.

“E-Everyone’s home,” he stuttered excitedly, “We have to be quiet.”

“Be quiet then,” you hummed before you bent down and bit the edge of his underwear.

His eyes widened, drinking in your every move as you tugged his underwear down with his mouth. It was a move he’d used on you before, but you’d never done it to him. Suddenly his mouth felt dry and a wave of warmth ran down his body. Your eyes were dark and lusty, your tongue darted out to wet your lips in the most erotic way. He squeezed his eyes shut and craned his head back.

“Holy shit,” he groaned as your tongue ran over him.

He bit his bottom lip as you took his head in his mouth. He couldn’t look down at you, he’d cum pathetically fast if he met your eyes. Instead he reached down, setting his hand in your hair as you started bobbing your head. He made no attempt to guide your movements, anything he did would just take away from the experience, he just wanted to touch you.

“Fuck,” he moaned lowly, doing his best to stay quiet, “Fuck, feels like heaven angel,” he encouraged.

You hummed in response, the vibrations sending a chill up his spine. He wouldn’t last long, he knew he wouldn’t. As great as the blowjob was, he wanted you, to kiss you and hold you close and meet your peaks together.

“Angel,” he groaned as he tried to communicate his wants, “W-Wait I-”

He was cut off by your mouth leaving him with an audible pop. You sat back up and wiped your mouth, which only made him groan again.

“What’s that Tommy?” you purred.

He stared at you, unable to form words for a moment, “I-I’m just getting close,” he sat up and grabbed your chin, “I was with Haz all week, I haven’t, you know… I’m not gonna last long tonight, I wanna cum with you.”

You nodded in understanding and leaned in to kiss him, “Yeah, me too.”

He brought you right back to his lips, nipping gently at your bottom lip and smiling when you opened your mouth for him. This time he pushed you back onto the bed, one of his hands slipping up your body to your breasts. He squeezed gently, soaking up the sweet little sounds you made when he tweaked your nipple. His other hand rested against your cheek while he propped himself on his elbow. His hand slipped away from your breast and down your body to the hem of your leggings.

“Getting nice and wet for me angel?” he hummed.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him back to you. He let you take control of the kiss while he focused on wiggling you out of your bottoms, quickly discarding both them and your underwear. He ran two fingers over you to test if you were ready for him. You whimpered as he brushed against your clit.

“Hmm, that feel good?” he repeated the motion with a smirk.

You nodded again, “So good Tommy.”

He grinned and brought his hand back up your body. He pulled back slightly to grab a pillow. You looked unbelievably gorgeous spread open under him, your skin flushed and breathing heavy. It was enchanting, intoxicating, he would have sat there just staring for hours.

He slipped the pillow under your lower back and positioned himself at your entrance before leaning back into you. He kissed the corner of your mouth before bringing his lips down to your neck. He left wet, open mouth kisses all over your skin. You closed your eyes and bit your cheek to stifle your moans.

“Such a shame, you always make the prettiest sounds for me,” he purred, sucking at the spot behind your ear before he brought his lips back to yours, “You ready angel?”

“Yes,” you panted under him, “Please.”

“Well who could say no to that?” he smirked.

He glanced downwards and used one hand to make sure he was lined up with you before he slid in. You both did your best to stifle your moans while he pushed into you.

“Tell me when I can move okay?” he muttered against your ear.

“Go ahead,” you replied right away, “Please, I wanna feel you.”

He groaned and nodded before he pulled back slightly and pushed back in. He gave a few slower thrusts before he picked up speed. It was always easy to find his rhythm with you, you two were just always in sync. He pulled one of your legs up over his hip so you could rock your hips against him. He panted into your neck as he moved faster and faster. You tugged his hair, which had him holding back another loud moan. He slammed his lips against yours to stifle any noise your two could make. You sucked at his bottom lips before opening your mouth for him. He reached down to stroke your clit, making your hips jolt upwards towards him.

“Fuck,” he panted suddenly, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

You nodded in agreement, “Feels incredible Tommy.”

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me angel?” he cooed, thrusting even harder into you.

“Yeah,” you nodded again, “Fuck Tommy I…”

He slammed his lips to yours, his fingers dug into your hips, pulling them upwards to meet his thrust. You cried against his mouth, the new angle sending you flying off the edge. You clenched around him as you came, Tom following just second after you. You rocked your hips into his thrusts as you rode out your highs together. He had to pull away and catch his breath, both of your panted as you came down. Tom buried his face in your neck while you caught your breath. You played with his hair silently while you both calmed down.

Eventually he pulled himself from you and pressed another long kiss to your lips. You smiled at each other and you let out a light giggle as he helped you sit up. He brushed your messy hair from your face and pressed a long kiss to the side of your head.

“You’re probably gonna have to microwave the burritos…” you mumbled.

He laughed, “Oh so now you care about the burritos?”

“Duh, everyone knows post sex burritos are way better than regular burritos Tom,” you rolled your eyes like it was a simple fact everyone knew.

“Right, duh,” he pressed another kiss to your cheek, “Fine, I’ll warm up the burritos.”

“And grab some water?”

He nodded, “Anything for you Flower.”

next chapter

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[marvelgirlstories]

Hi, I hope you like this one. I love the Holland Family so much. I did this one so that you were dating Tom, but if I should do it with another brother let me know. 💞😘

Meet the Fam

Tom Holland x reader

SFW

Warnings: None (I think)

You were nervous as you got into the car, waiting for Tom. Today was the day. You were meeting his family for the first time. Of course, you had met them before at premieres and events, but you only had a little conversation before you had to go do some interviews. Besides that was before you were dating. Tom got in the driver's seat. "Nervous?", he asked, taking your hand. "Yes.", you replied,"Very" "Don't worry. They will love you. Anyways you had already met Harry" "And? What about everyone else? ", you asked. "Hey, look at me.", he softly instructed. You did what he wanted. "They will love you and even if they don't, it won't change how much I love you! Ok?" "Ok.", you answered,"I love you" "Love you too"

After about half an hours drive, you finally pulled up on the drive. You felt like throwing up, a hundred different scenarios running through your head as you got out of the car. "You ready?", Tom asked. "Yeah", you answered, even though you felt the exact opposite. He took your hand and kissed your forehead before ringing the bell.

Nikki answered the door. "Hi. It's so nice to meet you. Tom has told me so much about you.", she said. "Thank you. It's so nice to meet you too.", you replied. "Come in. Can I just say, you look stunning.", she said as she lead you into the hall. You blushed at the compliment. "It good to see you again too mum.", Tom said jokingly. You both laughed at this. "Hi, sweetheart", she said as she pulled him in for a hug. Suddenly Dom appeared. "Hi Y/N, it's nice to see you in person for once" You laughed at this. "I could say the same", you replied. "Where are the boys?", Tom asked, wondering why they didn't come running to introduce themselves. "They are out playing golf. They weren't supposed to be this late, but they should be here soon.", Dom answered. "What! Golfing without me!", Tom said, acting annoyed. You laughed at this. "Anyways come into the living room", Nikki said,"Y/N would you like some tea?" "Yes, please", you answered as entered the pretty room.

Tom and you sat down on one sofa, Dom on the other. You started some small talk and Nikki brought in the tea. Suddenly a lot of noise was heard, coming from the hall. "Boys, leave your clubs outside", Dom shouted as he got up to make sure they have done that. They came in one by one. "Hey, boys!", Tom said,"this is Y/N" "It's nice to see you again.", Harry said,"This is Sam" "Hi!" "And I'm Paddy", Paddy added, eager to get a word in. "And you already know Harrison", Tom said. "It's nice to meet you all. How was golf?", you replied. "Yeah. Who won?", Tom wanted to know. "I did.", said Harrison.

"Lunch!", Nikki suddenly called from the kitchen. Tom took your hand and lead you into the dining room. Over lunch, you told them lots about yourself and they told you lots in return. You laughed a lot and they made you feel at ease.

When everyone was finished, you offered to help wash dishes but Nikki refused. So instead you, Tom, Harry, Sam and Paddy played the game of life. It took a really long time, because everyone had so much fun messing around, but no one cared. You were entertained every minute, they loved you just as Tom said and it made him proud, that you got along with your his family so well.

You stayed the whole day, before Tom finally said: "Well, I think we better go." "Yes. It was so nice to see you all", you added, seeing how he wanted to go. You and Tom stood up, giving hugs and saying goodbyes. That took a while, but you finally left with about half of the leftovers from lunch.

"See I told you.", Tom said when you were in the car. "I guess, you were right. Your family are really nice.", you replied. "Yes, and they loved you.", he added as he started the car. "Hmm", you said before taking his free hand. After about ten minutes, you fell asleep. Tom smiled. "God, I love you.", he said softly and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

I hope you like it! 💕I know I said I wanted to post Stole my heart Part 3 today, but I couldn't find the time to. It is summer holidays in Germany at the moment, so it's a bit harder to plan out the time. 🧡🧡🧡 I will try to get my shit together soon.

See you soon ♥️

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[your-nanas-house]

Hi love! What do you think of a fic/headcanon (whatever you prefer) where Tom Holland is secretly dating Tony Stark’s daughter? Thank you so much 💗

Hello! Sure thing. 🥰 I did an imagine in the end.

Back to reality

(Photos not mine, credit to the owner)

◇ Pairing: Tom Holland X fem Stark!Reader

◇ Warnings: fluff, secret relationship, hiding, swearing, reality, fanfiction

◇ Summary: in the request

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

Y/n's hand quickly covered your mouth, her hands were soft and reached your jaw, gently grazing it with her fingertips.

Her y/e/c eyes were fixed on yours in an almost hypnotic way as she silently pleaded you not to make any noise; her mouth moved and her expression showed slight panic as she pushed you against the wardrobe door in her bedroom.

Your back hit the hard surface of the wood and the last thing you saw, before you were embraced by the darkness that swallowed you into the wardrobe, was your girlfriend's face as she quickly closed the doors before leaving her father, Tony fucking Stark, in the room.

The two voices could be heard perfectly even though you were behind a light wooden door holding your breath waiting....

Harrison's hand brought Tom back to reality, his hazel gaze that had previously been fixed on his phone as he read the fanfiction he had found shifted fearfully to his friend who was giggling in amusement pointing out that it was the tenth story he had read about Y/n Stark and that he needed to focus on reality since he had to visit his parents in less than an hour, thus advising him to forget for a while about the Marvel character so beloved by the actor and the various stories fans were writing that were often with convoluted but interesting plots such as a secret relationship or friends with benefits and more.

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[fan-a-saurus-rex]

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

Masterlist and Requests/Prompts

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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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What Age Gap?

pairing: Tom Holland (26) x Reader (31)

summary: Tom is absolutely smitten with his older lover, in fact he’s not willing to let her go. Ever. (requested by @sarcastic-coffeedrinker )

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Sipping on her cocktail by the bar, Y/n found herself just stirring it before she felt an arm wrap around her waist, a body sitting onto the bar stool next to hers. “Why didn’t you call me love? Why’re you all alone?” His accent coming in thick as he placed a kiss onto her neck, instantly smelling the perfume he had just bought her for her birthday

“Tom you know why, we have to stop this” She whined pushing his arm off from around her waist, the alcohol clearly hitting as she slurred her words, her head laying on her palm as she stared up at him. “You can’t be serious, you’re telling me you can really keep away from me?” Tom smirked leaning down to her, his lips placing a small kiss onto the corner of her mouth.

It had only been 8 months seen Y/n and Tom started fooling around with each other, friends with benefits would be the term. Being introduced by his friend Harrison, the two immediately clicked both emotionally and sexually despite the five year age gap. Y/n was 31 and was a stable working woman with a mind of her own, Tom was 26 and still raking in all of his Hollywood fame. Tom was immediately smitten with the older woman, he couldn’t even control himself around her, constantly on her case.

“Y-yes, now I gotta get home you prick, you’re pissing me off” She grunted stumbling off the bar, slowly making her way to the exit of the pub, allowing his arms to hold her up right once she noticed he was following her. “W-why do you keep doing this Tom? *hiccup* Anytime I try to move on from you, you always pop right back up here” She said pointing to her head, a sad pout on her face.

“Then don’t move on from me babe, I still don’t understand why you’re doing this to us” Tom whispered helping her into his car, having memorised the way to her apartment on the other side of town. Staying quiet Y/n leant her head onto the window, her bodycon dress now feeling uncomfortable and itchy on her skin.

“Are you coming in?” She asked once he helped her through her door, his brown eyes opened wide as he nodded and locked the door behind him. “So are you going to tell me what the fuck is goin on?” Tom asked crossing his arms over his built chest, Y/n’s eyes falling to his arms that had been wrapped around her for most nights and mornings.

“Help me get changed first” Y/n said already tugging the tight dress over her head, ‘it’s nothing he’s never seen before anyway’ She thought to herself, feeling his hands roam up her body before reaching the fabric and pulling it off completely. Leaving her in nothing but her bra and underwear; Tom then ventured into her closet, finding some of his old shirts he had given her, deciding that it would be easier to put her in one of them.

“Alright arms up love” He said pushing the shirt on, helping her loop her arms through the sleeves, his hands guiding her to sit onto her plush purple couch. “Thank you Tommy, love this shirt, smells just like you” She giggled nuzzling into his bare chest, forgetting the fact she had pushed the younger man off her earlier.

“Love. Talk to me” Tom said seriously holding her by her arms to face him, her eyes peering into his beautiful brown ones. “Listen i’m here to listen alright? Tell me why you don’t want this anymore” Tom said motioning to them both, his heart breaking with each word, even though they had never put a label on what they were.

Sitting up straight Y/n cleared her throat, “Tom, i’m 31 you understand that? You’re 26 and still relishing in all this fame you get from travelling all around the world, working in amazing movies with so many opportunities. Me? I’m on a clock, I want a family Tommy, I want kids and a husband. I so desperately want that with you, but it would be selfish of me to ask that of you. It’s not that I d-don’t feel anything for you, because I know damn well I do. But this is the best for you”.

She whispered cupping his face, gasping when he suddenly stood up

“Bullshit! You don’t know what’s best for me, whatsoever, because then you’d know that you’re the best for me. I don’t care about this stupid age gap, you think I don’t want to see you carrying OUR kids, you don’t think I want to be the one waiting for you down the aisle? I want all that with you and everything else there is to come with it. I want to have those silly petty arguments which end in crazy makeup sex, I want to build a home with you where our kids run about like mad, I want you Y/n L/n. Doesn’t matter where I am in the world, all that’s on my mind is you. What’s selfish is you trying to deny that we’re for each other.”

He took a deep breath before continuing, “I don’t care whether we have kids now, next week, or never. All I know is that I want to be with you, i’m prepared to go long with you babe, you’re my love. You want to get married? Fuck it, let’s do it. Kids? Baby we may start now. Just promise me you’re mine and that i’m yours”

Tom argued ending up out of breath, his hair disheveled from messing with it so much, grabbing it out of frustration. “Well?” He asked letting his arms flop to his side, finally taking a seat beside her silent frame. Her eyes focused on the floor, her fingers fiddling with each other.

“Come on uhmph-“

Instead of letting Tom talk any further Y/n grabbed his face and smashed her lips onto his, both of them feeling their eyes tear up, finally back in each other’s arms after weeks of avoidance. Tom pushed her up to straddle his lap, his hands grabbing onto her exposed thighs, her arms wrapped around his neck and their lips met.

Moaning into his mouth, Y/n felt him swipe his tongue through her lips to play with hers, their kiss now turning filthy, wet and hot; yet passionate and loving. “Fuck I missed these lips of yours” He growled running his thumb over her bottom lip before tugging on it with his teeth and pulling her back into a leg weakening kiss. Her fingers played with the mass of curls on his nape, both of their lips now red and swollen both from her lipstick and the lip-locking.

“Missed you too Tommy” Y/n whined pressing pecks all over his face causing him to chuckle, “that tickles Y/n/n” He whined grabbing her face to look straight at him, his lips once again kissing the corner of his lips and her nose. Y/n’s hand then rose to interlock with his, “I know it tickles, but I love kissing you”

“I know lovie, I love kissing and loving on you too; i’ll do it for as long as you want me to” He whispered closing the space between them again, their hearts content with their present and future to come.

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