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Guns With Roses- Chapter 1

Series Masterlist

word count: 1.8K

warnings: none

a/n: I hope yall like it!

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Music blared causing my head to swim a little. I smiled politely at people as I walked by throngs of people laughing and talking. It was my 18th birthday party which meant it was a whole ordeal and 50% of the city was there to see what my mark was. At these types of parties, the family invites anyone and everyone in hopes that their child's soulmate will be within driving distance. The crazy part is the family connects a camera up to all the TVs in the house so when the mark appears they can take a picture of it and the entire party will be able to see that. I was personally hoping it would not be in a weird place because it would be super awkward. Maybe it would be on my arm or ankle like my sister’s was.

I scanned the living room and saw my older sister talking to her soulmate. She had found her soulmate only weeks ago and was happier than I have ever seen her. It had taken about two years, but it seemed to be worth it. I hoped that I would find mine soon and that he wasn’t super old or gross.

I continued my rounds talking to people about little boring things before moving onto the next person. All people wanted to ask was did I hope my soulmate was a certain person or whether I was going to date around until I found my soulmate. That was always awkward. Like I had obviously thought about it before and had dated some but never came to a certain conclusion. I mean I probably wouldn’t date around unless it took five years. I stood lost in thought by the drink table after being asked a hundred times the same questions.

“Boo!” My best friend,Olivia, surprised me.

I placed my hand on my chest to calm my beating heart. “Geez woman chill.”

she just laughed before gushing, “Only 3 more hours til your 18!!”

I laughed, “I know. I know. I think you are more excited than me.”

She nodded laughing. I met Olivia when we were 10 and we hit it off immediately. Ever since then we have been inseparable. We stood side by side watching everyone. All my family and everyone who was slightly related to me and my friends and their friends were there. There were probably over 3,000 people there, and some of them might have just figured out what my name was when they got invited. I scanned the crowd looking for a few familiar faces.

A hand gently graced my shoulder and I turned. It was my mom. She tenderly brushed my hair out of my face. “You have grown up so much. I can't believe you are almost 18.” A small tear began to trickle down her face.

“Aww mom. It’s okay. I won't move out right away.” I laughed. She just smiled and moved back to dad's side a few feet away. My older sister, Liza, walked over to me.

“Danggg girl you look hot,” she teased me. I looked down at my light green short dress with a deep v and strappy black heels self consciously. She noticed the look on my face. “Oh (y’n’s nickname) I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. But I will say that if your soulmate is here, he is definitely a lucky man.”

I laughed and rolled my eyes. “Thanks Li. You look good as well.” And she really did. She wore a short puffy deep red dress with a sweetheart neckline and black thigh high boots.

“Thanks!” She said with a big smile.

“Liza! Come here!” One of her friends called from another room. She gave them a wave and a smile before turning back to me. “I’ll be back at 11:58 so I can be with you when you get your mark! I have a timer set on my phone!” She said before hurrying to her friends’ side.

Olivia, who had melted a bit into the background because of my family, moved forward once more, “Do you want to go watch a movie or play a game or something since we have like 2 hours and 30 minutes to go?”

“Sure,'' I replied, happy for the distractions. We quickly walked through all the people smiling and offering hellos and thank yous. We hurried up all the stairs and into my bedroom and quickly locked the door. Olivia looked at me questioningly after a bit of an avenger documentary.

“What?” I asked.

“I know everyone else is asking you this and each time you give the same answer of ‘no not really, I’m sure whoever it is will make me happy,’ but is there someone that you wish would be your soulmate?”

I looked down at my lap for a moment and played with a few of my favorite silver rings. “No, I really don’t think there is. Yes I've had boyfriends but never have I ever had one that felt like it was meant to be. It was fun and I'm glad I dated them, but I don’t think I want to date someone knowing that we have two different soulmates. I don’t want to risk my heartbreak or someone else’s.”

Olivia nodded, “That makes sense and I feel like it’s the mature answer, but what if you get bored of waiting?”

“Well I hope that I don’t because maybe I will get lucky and meet my soulmate soon.” I left it at that hoping that Olivia got the point that I didn't really want to talk about it. She did and once again we focused on the documentary before us. After finishing it up, we walked back downstairs. Everyone was more interested now than ever to ask me what I hoped my mark would look like and just like before who I hoped it would be. Why didn’t they realize that I might not have even heard of the person who would be my soulmate?

I made my way into the kitchen to find my parents. They were sitting at the kitchen table with Liza and her soulmate Steve. Like the Steve Rogers. You know the super soldier frozen in ice. I have to say they do make a super cute couple even though they had some rough patches (I am working on that story at the moment). Liza looked up from her conversation and waved me over.

“Well you’re early. you still have 10 minutes,” she jokingly told me.

“Yes I know,” I replied laughing. “I just ya know- can’t sit still.”

Liza nodded “i know how you feel. Just breathe and relax and enjoy your last little bit being free from soulmates.”

I just shrugged, “yeah yeah. I just have been waiting for years. Like 23 years because we could watch everything from the soul stone.”

Liza nodded sadly, “I know. I was there too.” She gave me a hug, tears filling her eyes. “I love you y’n. Always know that.”

I smiled a few tears in my eyes as well. “I love you too.”

At that moment everyone’s phone alarms went off. It was midnight. Liza let go and wiped a few tears away. I felt a slight ticklish sensation on my right wrist. I turned it over and saw the mark begin to appear on my skin. It was a faint outline at first and slowly filled in. First a pistol appeared and little by little it was filled in a dark brown almost black color. Then a couple of roses appeared looking as if they were shot out of it. Some were light pink and others were a deep red. I looked up from it and shared a smile with Liza then Olivia. I looked back down and gently traced it. I wondered if they could feel that. Some people could apparently feel when others were touching their mark if they had already had their mark that way they knew their soulmate had come of age. Everyone was silent in anticipation as my dad helped me onto the table so everyone could see me. I cleared my throat and took a quick picture of the mark and then handed Dad my phone so he could plug it in so it would hook up on all the screens so everyone could see it. Everyone oohed and ahhed at the mark. I tried to get everyone’s attention but no one was listening so Dad and Liza yelled at the same time and everyone shut up. Liza smirked and handed me a mic.

“Uh hey everyone. Thank you so much for coming. I really appreciate it. I will open the gifts tomorrow. I hope you all will help me find my soulmate. Um…” I trailed off. “Thanks again for coming. And i will talk to you soon.” I waved and with Steve’s help, I got off the table. I went with my parents to the door and thanked everyone as they walked by and left.

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Finally everyone was gone but Liza and Steve who stayed behind to help clean up. Cups and dishes were scattered everywhere. I grabbed a trash bag out of a drawer and began to clean up in one of the living rooms. It was quite a glamorous way to start my 18th birthday. Once I was finished cleaning that room, I took the full trash bag to the garage before grabbing another empty one to clean another room. After about two hours of picking up trash, cleaning tables, vacuuming and straightening, the house was back in order. Yawning, Liza and Steve came over to say goodnight.

“Happy birthday again, y’n. Love ya kid.” Steve said with a smile and a hug.

I laughed, “Thank you. Love you too.”

Steve turned to Liza, “I'm gonna go start the car and get the AC on.”

She nodded, “okay thank you bubs.” She then turned to me, “Well what do you think of your mark?”

I looked down at my right wrist and once again traced the outline of my mark. “It’s pretty. I don’t understand why it looks the way it does considering guns are not my thing but I guess it symbolizes something for my soulmate.”

“It is very pretty. The flowers make the gun not so harsh. Maybe they are the gun and you are the roses. You will balance each other out. That’s what soulmates do. I hope you find them soon.” a yawn cut her off. “I think that is my cue to head home and get some sleep. I hope you had a great birthday and I’ll see you soon. I love you.” She pulled me in for a hug.

“Thanks, Li. I love you too.” I said returning the hug. As I closed the door behind her, I thought about what she said. “Soulmates balance each other”

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writersloungeforall · 3 years ago

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Guns With Roses Intro

Info: Every person as soon as they turn 18 gets a tattoo-like mark somewhere on their body that matches another person's mark. Sometimes, being an avenger's soulmate is not all it's cracked up to be.

pairings: y'n/buckybarnes

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18. The age where you officially become an adult. The age that you can legally vote and move out. The age that makes you feel independent even if technically you are not. It’s also the age when you get your soulmate mark. The mark that only you and one other person share. The one that was on one of the other 7.59 billion people on the planet. It was crazy to think about. I know that everyone in my family has gotten to find their soulmate so I have hope that I will but you have to admit that there is some percentage that you won’t find yours. I hate that little nagging fear. I try to push it from my mind. In three hours, I will have my mark. In three hours, I will officially be someone’s soulmate and someone will be mine.

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writersloungeforall · 3 years ago

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🥺🤍

⛵❛ you’re the only thing that matters. ❜ with Tom?💖💖

a/n: love this! hope this is good! gif isn't mine!

paring: Tom Holland x fem!reader

warnings: mediocre writing, minimal proofreading

w/c: 705

i see forever in your eyes

You have been dating Tom Holland for what feels like forever but you both kept your relationship a secret, but that never stopped the journalists from trying to get insider information from the two of you and it did make it difficult to do domestic things with him. On countless occasions, you offered to stay home while he ran some errands, on the times he wasn’t working, but he hated the thought of you not being by his side. Tom understood why you did it; you wanted to keep people from invading your personal space, but Tom wasn’t having it.

Tom walked over to you on the couch, and kissed your face gently; his warm lips on your face made you smile. “Love, come with me. I don’t care anymore, I want you next to me”, Tom whispered as he kissed you delicately, and when he knew you had finally given in, he smiled smugly.

“Wipe that smug look off your face”, you teased, and he kissed your forehead as he grabbed your hand to help you stand up. “Or what? You’ll wipe it off; I'd love that”, Tom’s words caused you to roll your eyes affectionately at him, but you couldn’t seem to hide the obvious grin that was spreading on your face.

As soon as you arrived at the local supermarket, you felt eyes on you from every corner, but Tom’s warm hand in yours pulled you away from your crushing thoughts. You flashed him a small smile, but he was staring at you with those hearts permanently inked in his irises; but they were only ever there when his eyes were trained on you. “Why are you looking at me like that?”, you whispered as Tom placed his index finger under your chin to get you to look at him, and he smiled down at you.

Your smile is one of the prettiest things in the entire world. Your smile is like a billion explosions of love-filled fireworks, and he never gets tired of seeing it. Tom is no poet, he knows that, but if he could, he’d write endless books of poetry about you.

Tom leaned down to kiss you, but he frowned when he saw the way you hesitated; there were people staring, but he didn’t care; all he wanted was you.

“What if someone sees?”, you mumbled softly, and Tom gripped your waist tenderly and pulled you closer to him, which caused a heat to rise to your cheeks. “You’re the only thing that matters to me”, Tom’s confession made you feel like you were floating. Tom finally closed the gap between the two of you, and your heart soared in essays of adoration. He kissed you gently , and you giggled when you felt the flash of cameras on your face.

Oh boy, does he love you.

Tom loves you with every part of him; when he’s around you, it’s as if he’s been isolated in a windowless room for all of his life, and then you walk in ,he's not alone anymore. Sunshine is nothing compared to you; you are that breath of fresh air that fills his soul with sustenance.

No words on a page could ever describe how much he loves you. You are his little golden strands of heaven that tie him to you forever. You see his insecurities that haunt him like ghosts , and you still love him. Tom knows that as long as he’s surrounded by your eternal love, he is home.

Tom pulled away very slowly and brushed a piece of hair out of your face as he caressed your face with the pad of his thumb. “You’re beautiful, and I love you so much,” Tom told you as he hugged you closer to him as he started to search for grocery items, and he felt you staring at him. He looked at you with that teasing glint in his eyes and a smirk that was painted on his features as he watched you stand on your tippy-toes and grip his shirt and kiss him sweetly. Tom sighed happily when you detached your lips from his.

You decided that you would join him on all his errands from now on.

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writersloungeforall · 3 years ago

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🥺🤍

King of social media | Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom makes a mistake and post a private video on his Instagram Story

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: 0.6k

Request: Can you write about Tom making a mistake on social media? Accidentally posting a picture or saying something on a live?

Phones were not allowed on set, so you only saw Tom’s Instagram story hours later when you wrapped up for the day. You picked your phone up and, a frown formed on your face, seeing it blowing up with notifications. You unlocked it and quickly went on Instagram to figure out why you had so many notifications since they seemed to be all coming from there. Something must’ve happened while you were on set.

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writersloungeforall · 3 years ago

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sooo cute

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊.

—pairings: husband!tom holland x wife!female!reader

—summary: after tom returns home from press tour, he tells y/n that he’s been thinking of them expanding their family.

—warnings: established relationship ( married ), talk about having a baby.

—word count: 1.5k

—additional notes: this request was cosy to write, sorry it took me a while to finally post <33

Through several months all Y/n had to interact with her husband was through texts, rare phone calls, and even rarer video calls. Spider-Man: No Way Home undoubtably had the most promo for a movie Tom had been in. Working between the interviews and filming for his upcoming movie Uncharted meant he hadn’t been able to come home to London.

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writersloungeforall · 3 years ago

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is it bad that now i would want my future husband to have the same reaction

we need a milf reader x tom where dads are ogling at her

pls and thank you

i was truly obsessed with this concept it was so cute and fun to write

shameless | tom holland

gif by @thollandgifs !

it’s late evening. tom had gotten off work a little later than usual, and you’d taken your time eating dinner together before wandering to the grocery store for the week's shop.

the store is relatively empty, considering the hour, and it’s the picture of peace as you walk leisurely down the aisles with your hand in one of tom’s, the basket hanging from his other arm.

“okay,” you begin, holding up a small slip of paper littered with tom’s messy handwriting, “we’ve got the eggs, almond milk, peaches…” you’re mumbling to yourself as you check things off the list, and tom is watching you intently, smiling as he observes you. “oh! we need to get some more of those cookies, the little ones with the…the…” you snap your fingers, trying to remember.

tom quirks a brow, “the fudge ones?”

“yes! those ones.” you nod, looking over to search the shelves for the familiar box.

“i thought you didn’t like them?” his brows furrow together, reminiscing on a time when you forced the box away from you, hardly able to handle the scent.

“well i guess the baby changed their mind.” you shrug, rubbing a hand over your swollen belly with a hum.

tom looks down, admiring the action you do so absently now, without as much as a thought. he shifts the basket into the crook of his elbow to free his own hand, joining you in the soothing motion. he can’t help but grin, over taken with joy at the reminder that you’re carrying his child, that in a few more weeks, you’ll be parents. he leans in and presses his soft lips to your temple. you hum in acceptance.

down the aisle, tom catches the maundering stare of man about his age glued to your body. you’re wearing a loose knit sweater under your trench coat, but with your due date growing nearer, you show through most of your clothes. tom hardens his gaze at the man, who is shameless in his ogling of you. it makes his skin crawl.

“c’mon love,” he tugs on your hand, his eyes forward, “i think they’re in the next aisle.” he doesn’t really know, but he can’t stand the hungry look being shot at you, so he pulls you away, pressing himself closer and glaring at the bloke as you pass him.

“are you okay?” your sweet voice pulls him back to you, expression matching your tone when he meets your eyes.

“yeah, m’ okay.” he nods, pecking your cheek to further his point.

“mmk,” you hum, “what flavour of protein bars did you want, lovie? you didn’t write it on the list…tom?”

“what the fuck?” he mutters, head turning as another man eyes your form.

“excuse me?” you remark incredulously.

“baby, we gotta go.” with a bit too much urgency, tom tugs your hand, and the waddle you have to do to keep up with him must look ridiculous.

“tom, tom, slow down, pregnant lady here.” you remind him, still as confused as ever, “what’s wrong?”

“oh, shit, sorry, love,” he seems to calm, “are you alright?” and there he is again, your attentive, loving husband.

“yes, i’m fine, are you okay?

he huffs and looks around. you’re in the health food aisle now, and it seems pretty vacant, “these men keep looking at you, darling, like they want to fucking ravish you.” he explaims in a hushed voice, seriousness crawling amongst each word.

you laugh, and tom pulls back.

“y/n,” he says sternly, “i’m serious.”

“i know,” you giggle, “that’s why it’s so funny.” with a squeeze of his hand you release it, moving yours up to his shoulder instead, “why does it matter?”

tom seems almost offended by this question, “because you’re my wife?” he says, as if the answer should be incredibly obvious, “and it’s weird to look at a pregnant woman, who is clearly in a relationship, so shamelessly??”

you can’t bite back your laugh any longer, and it tumbles out when you shake your head and pat his cheek, “you’re ridiculous and cute. go get your protein bars, doof.”

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writersloungeforall · 3 years ago

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i love love love this...so cutee

jellybeans (t.h)

tom holland x famous!reader

summary: the antics of tom and his girlfriend on the red carpet somebody teach me how to write a summary.

enjoy!

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“Tom! Tom! Over here!” calls a particularly excited journalist. Tom smiles as he heads over, squinting slightly at the blinding flashes of the cameras.

“Hey mate, how’s it going?” he asks politely.

“I’m great, thank you,” beams the journalist. “So tell me, how does it feel to finally be at the No Way Home premiere?”

“It’s such a good feeling man, I can’t even begin to describe it. We’ve all worked so hard on this film and I just can’t wait for everyone to see it.” Tom answers.

“Can you tell us anything new about the film?” asks the journalist.

“All I can say is, bring tissues!” Tom laughs, quirking a brow at the nearest camera.

The journalist looks around as if to scan the rest of the red carpet before asking his next question.

“And where’s the lovely Y/N Y/L/N tonight? She is coming, right? Everyone’s so excited to see her.”

Tom’s eyes light up at the mention of your name and he blushes slightly, one hand reaching up to rub at the back of his neck.

“She’s always running late,” he says, playfully rolling his eyes. “I swear she was late on set every day during filming. Jon Watts started telling her filming started half an hour before it actually did so she wouldn’t miss her first scenes of the day.”

“You’re kidding!” Laughs the journalist.

“I’m serious mate.” Tom laughs along. “But I just got off the phone with her before and she swore she was just down the street-”

Tom cuts himself off as a roar of cheers and screams echoed from the crowds situated at the end of the carpet. He loses his train of thought and can’t hide the grin on his face as he cranes his neck, catching flashes of your red dress through the crowd. You catch his eye and make your way over, smiling and giving the journalist a little wave. Tom rests his hand gently on your lower back, pressing a feather-like kiss on your forehead, his way of saying hello in front of the cameras.

“Didn’t I tell you she’d be here?” he chuckles.

“Y/N, you look gorgeous!” gushes the journalist. “That shade of red looks incredible on you!”

You blush slightly, leaning into Tom’s side. “Oh, thank you so much!” you say. “And the finishing touch of my outfit…” you reach one hand up and hook your hair behind your ear, revealing your earrings, each one a delicate silver spiderweb glinting in the camera flashes.

“I love it. And your purse is uh, an interesting choice…” the journalist trails off, taking in the small glossy Spider-Man themed purse in your left hand.

“Oh!” you laugh. “Yeah, it’s…unique, shall we say. Really, it’s here to serve a different purpose,” you lean in to whisper conspiratorially, unzipping it and flashing the purse full of multicolored sweets at the camera. “Movie snacks!”

“Damn, which lucky guy gets to sit next to you?” laughs the journalist.

“That would be me,” says Tom smugly, holding you tighter.

“Y/N! Tom!” calls your manager from across the carpet, tapping her watch and gesturing for you two to move on.

Tom keeps his arm around your waist the entire time as you both make your way along the carpet, stopping from time to time to pose for photos and chat with reporters. As you enter the theater, Tom suddenly yanks your wrist, pulling you into a dark corner secluded from the crowds by a giant poster advertising the movie.

“Tom!” you hiss. “What the hell are you doing?”

He stands in front of you, wrapping both arms around you and leaning in.

“Have to say hello to my girlfriend properly,” he says, pressing his soft lips to yours.

You happily kiss him back, running your hands through the curls at the nape of his neck. He hums and deepens the kiss, tongue swiping across your lower lip asking for entrance and you sigh, pulling back.

“My lipstick, Tom,” you giggle.

He rolls his eyes slightly as he rests his forehead against yours, eyes filled with adoration.

“Hello,” he whispers.

“Hello,” you reply, resting your hands on his broad shoulders, simply basking in the moment.

“Tom? Y/N?” calls the slightly stressed voice of Harry. He peeks around the corner and rolls his eyes as he spots you both.

“God, really? I should’ve known you’d be hiding out somewhere sucking on each other’s faces,” he says, comically looking slightly green in the dim light. “They’re gonna start the premiere soon and everyone’s looking for you guys. Are you both decent? Presentable?”

Tom lightly cuffs his brother on the back of his head as he walks past, his other hand reaching behind his back to keep holding your hand. You hang back, knocking your shoulder into Harry’s.

“It’s a hard job you have Baz, keeping this one in line.”

He rolls his eyes yet again, closing the shutter of his camera as you both follow Tom into the theater and take your seats.

“Don’t I know it,” he grumbles, quietly reaching into your purse to steal a handful of jellybeans.

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tysm for reading, ily! reblogs and comments always make a writer's day <3

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writersloungeforall · 3 years ago

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I think that had to be one of the cutest things ever written

hold your horses! (t.h)

tom holland x reader

summary: rumors fly during an interview leading to a shock announcement for tom and his girlfriend

a/n: inspired by a tiktok i saw months ago and have not stopped thinking abt since i literally could not think of one panel-type event that wasnt comic-con i am so sorry flsjsjksjs

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Tom shifts in his seat, running one hand through his curls as he tries to keep his face animated and stop his eyes glazing over. he's been sat on a vaguely uncomfortable chair for the last hour or so at Comic-Con, promoting his latest movie and as much as he loves his job and the fans, all he wants to do is crawl into bed and curl up next to you for a good twelve hours.

"Tom?" prompts the interviewer.

"I- I'm so sorry, what was your question?" he asks, flushing in embarrassment at being caught zoning out.

"Is Y/N here today?" repeats the interviewer patiently.

Tom grins at the mention of your name and he sits up taller, eyes scanning the crows until he finds you, hoodie pulled up over your head to hide from eagle-eyed fans.

"She is, yeah. I basically dragged her here so we could kind of spend time together, as an apology." he admits.

"An apology?" the interviewer says. "What did you do, Tom?"

"Yeah, what did you do, Tom?" echoes one of his co-stars, laughing.

"I fell asleep during our movie date." Tom admits sheepishly, shaking his head at the roar of laughter from the crowd. "Twenty minutes in, I was out cold."

"You didn't!" laughs the interviewer. "What did she do?"

"She was the absolute best, of course. She just held me and stroked my hair and wrapped me up in a blanket and then stayed on the sofa with me all night." he says, eyes crinkling at the general "awww" from the crowd.

The interviewer's eyes glint mischievously as Tom tells his story, clearly sensing a way to divert the interview to The Good Stuff™.

"So speaking of Y/N, there's been a lot of talk about you two online recently." he starts. "Specifically, engagement rumors? Is there any basis, any truth to these rumors?"

Tom shifts around as he stalls for time until he can meet your eyes in the crowd, raising his fluffy eyebrow ever so slightly to silently ask if you're okay with him talking about your relationship. You give him a tiny nod, encouraging him to go on.

"No, we're not engaged." he says. "But we've honestly never been happier than we are right now. She's so creative, and caring, and funny, and gorgeous. There's no one else I'd rather spend my life with."

You can't help but feel slightly choked up as he gushes, resisting the urge to throw off your hoodie and run up to the stage, crushing him into a bear hug and never letting go.

"WHEN ARE YOU PROPOSING?!" yells a particularly enthusiastic fan, rousing cheers from the rest of the crowd and the cast members on stage.

Tom laughs as he winks at you again.

"When I'm sure she'll say yes."

This, of course, results in almost hysterical screams (affectionate).

You pull your phone from your pocket, tapping on Tom's contact and typing out a message. He's watching you of course, so when he feels his phone buzz in his pocket he pulls it out, cheering like an excited seven year old, "I got a text! From Y/N!"

Y/N 💗: i'd marry you in a heartbeat baby <3

He blows a kiss in your direction, grinning from ear to ear. As he's distracted, gazing at you lovingly, a co-star leans over his shoulder and reads the text.

"Holy shit!" they laugh. "Did Tom Holland just get engaged?"

The screams reach an all-time record and you wince slightly, bringing a hand up to your ringing ear. Tom snatches his phone closer, rolling his eyes.

"Hold your horses!" he laughs. "Let me check."

He balances the microphone in his left hand as he types out a quick message.

tommy 🤠: Did we just get engaged??

Y/N 💗: we will be when you give me that rock hidden at the back of your sock drawer 😳

Tom's soft brown eyes crinkle around the edges as he grins all but leaps up from his chair.

"Is this interview wrapping up soon?" He asks cheekily. "I've got to go get engaged."

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tysm for reading! comments and reblogs are always super appreciated. i wanna thank you guys for all the love on my blog, you're the best <333

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writersloungeforall · 3 years ago

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so cute i cant

Who'd You Rather

tom holland x reader

summary: if there's one thing Ellen is known for, it's exposing secret relationships

a/n: this was written so quickly and not proof-read. also, i picked Ellen because if anyone would do this, it would be her lol

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

July 2019

"So Y/N, are you currently dating anyone?" asks Ellen, taking a sip from her mug.

You shake your head.

"Not currently, no."

Ellen nods.

"Well, please don't worry anymore. We're going to help you find someone in a little game we like to call Who'd You Rather?"

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

"Oh God," you laugh, twisting slightly in your seat to glare at your manager for agreeing to this who laughed and poked her tongue out at you.

"So all you need to do is look at the photos I show you and pick between these two options, alright?"

"Okay, if you insist." you roll your eyes, facing the large screen.

"I do. So to start off, Timothee Chalamet or Dylan O'Brien?"

"Oh, wow," you laugh. "Starting off strong. Well, I was an absolute hoe for Maze Runner when it came out so I have to pick Dylan. Plus, I know Timothee better so it would be kinda awkward if I chose him."

The picture of Timothee fades away and is replaced by a new photo.

"Dylan O'Brien or Harry Styles?"

"Harry fucking Styles." you say without hesitation and the audience cheers. Ellen nods.

"Harry Styles or Florence Pugh?"

You bury your head in your hands.

"How could you ask me that, Ellen? That's like asking someone to pick between cookie dough and mint chip ice cream! Impossible."

Ellen mimes tapping at her watch and tuts at you.

"Time's ticking, Y/N. Make your choice."

You sigh.

"It's absolutely Florence then. Sorry, Harry."

"Florence pugh or Chris Evans?" Ellen asks.

"Flo."

Ellen's eyes gleam as she quickly reads the next pair of names, rubbing her hands together in a comically evil fashion.

"Florence Pugh or Tom Holland?"

You slide down on your chair, laughing and covering your face with your hands.

"Ellen!" you shriek. "I've just come off my second movie co-starring with Tom and he's literally my best friend. You can't ask me this!"

Ellen grins.

"Florence Pugh or Tom Holland?" she repeats.

You pout at the camera.

"Flo, I am so sorry. Please still be my friend. I pick Tom."

The crowd roars in approval and you wave a hand at them, laughing.

"Shhhh, guys."

"Tom Holland or Jake Gyllenhaal?" asks Ellen.

"Tom Holland."

"Tom Holland or Hailee Steinfeld?"

"Tom Holland."

"Tom Holland or Niall Horan?"

You hesitate, biting your lip as Tom's frozen grin stares down at you from the photo.

"I…fuck. Tom?" you say, almost as a question.

"So it's Tom?" Ellen grins. "Speak now or forever hold your peace."

You nod, sitting up straight and crossing your legs.

"It's Tom."

Ellen stares straight into the camera as an assistant signals an upcoming ad break. She rests one hand on your shoulder as she addresses the audience.

"Tom Holland, you'd better act quickly. Y/N is currently sitting by her phone, waiting for your call. Don't mess this up."

April 2021

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You relax into the plush cushion of the chair on Ellen's set once again. You are paying attention, sort of. You nod and laugh in all the right places, offering stories and jokes when needed but your mind is miles away. Ellen can pick up on this and she shifts in her seat.

"Y/N." she says, holding eye contact. "Can I have your phone please?"

Your eyes widen as you reach into the pocket of your oversized blazer, following her request and placing the unlocked device in Ellen's waiting hand.

"I wonder," she says out loud, "who we can get to answer your call?"

"Oh God," you laugh, covering your face. "If no one picks up I'll be so embarrassed."

"The Watermelon Man?" Ellen questions, reading off of the screen. "Shall we call the Watermelon Man, whoever that is?"

You cover your face, laughing.

"Jesus. If Harry Styles doesn't pick up I think I'll throw myself off a cliff."

The phone rings three times before a voice rings out from a noisy background.

"Y/N! How are you?" laughs Harry. "This is a surprise, I have to admit."

"Harry!" you call out, before he can say anything else. "Ellen's hijacked my phone and started ringing people, I'm so sorry."

"Oh, she has?" Harry asks mischievously. "I'll make sure not to mention anything about our upcoming collaboration then…" he trails off and you can practically hear him winking through the phone as he hangs up.

"That absolute fucker," you laugh, rolling your eyes at his spoiler as Ellen is already scrolling through your contacts list again.

"Oh!" she exclaims, eyes bright. "Y/N, I thought you told us you weren't dating anyone? May I ask who 'My Darling 💖' is?"

You freeze on the spot, mouth drying out as you blink at Ellen, desperately trying to jump start your brain into snatching the phone back. You glance over at your manager who is sat stock still, just as shocked as you are.

The phone rings five times and you breathe a sigh of relief. It's 3AM in London right now, he's not going to pick up.

Just as you've collected your heart off of the floor and smoothed your hair down, ready to make a self deprecating joke about this mystery person not picking up, there's a pause and the a collective gasp from the audience as the phone connects.

"Hello my love, is everything alright?" asks Tom in his groggy, raspy morning voice.

Ellen's jaw hits the floor so quickly you're shocked it doesn't fall off entirely.

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