#tom holland fuckboy au

[junetuesday]

tom holland masterlist

♡ a collection of fics, oneshots, blurbs, headcanons etc.

♡ all tom holland x female reader unless marked with a 👤 which means the reader's gender is not specified

♡ otp

All of the stories in this section are set in the same ‘universe’ with the same couple. Apart from 12 Days they’re not in any particular order so you don’t have to read any of them to get the others. 

12 Days of Christmas (and beyond): Series Masterlist // one 🔥| two | three 🔥| four | five 🔥| six | seven 🔥| eight | nine 🔥| ten🔥 | eleven | twelve 🔥 + valentine’s day 🔥 + june 1st  🔥

On The Subject of (Headcanon Series): Forehead Kisses 👤 | Neck Kisses | Hair Playing | Big Spoon/Little Spoon | Clothes Sharing | Terms of Endearment | Random Texts 

Smut

A Covert Operation

Got a Bed With Your Name On It

Pull Over

FaceTime

Keep Quiet

Beg For It

Wanna Taste?

Whistle

Jealous  👤

Missed You

4:31am

Polo and Prosecco

Mine

Uninterrupted

Fluff

Tom Holland vs Aunt Irma

Idiot.👤

Pop. Six. Squish 👤

#BestNine

Angst

Maybe We Could Go to the Movies?👤

Blurbs etc.

‘Distraction’ kiss 👤

‘Before bed’ kiss 👤

”We just watched Toy Story 3 and now we can’t stop crying”👤

‘Everyday😘’  (Pull Over add-on)

“Hear me out, what if we have sex?” 👤

Playing video games with Tom and his brothers 👤

Tom keeps a picture of you and Tessa in his wallet 👤

”Were you dreaming about me again? 👤

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”👤

Bathing Tessa Headcanon 👤

10 Best Boyfriend Qualities  👤

10 Worst Boyfriend Qualities  👤

When it’s too hot to sleep in clothes...  👤

A surprise visit 

Physical v Verbal Headcanon  👤

Travelling when you’re sick  👤

When you’ve had a bad day at work  👤

Misc. soft shit headcanon  👤

Tom being a salty puppy when he gets sunburned  👤

That time Tom got sick on the press tour  👤

Snoozey Tom Headcanon 👤

Swimming in the sea

♡ sweetener

Series Masterlist

♡ au/other

Smut

Somethin' 'Bout You 

Thinking Bout You (FWB/Roommate AU)

Girls/Boys/Boys  (Tom x Reader x Harrison Osterfield)

Truth or Dare 

Forget the Bed 

When in Paris (CEO!Tom)

Release (Uni AU)

Girls/Girls/Boys (Tom x Reader x Female OC)

Good Girl (Mob!Tom AU)

Crash Course  (Fuckboy!AU)

Strange Occurences (Enemies to Lovers AU)

Safe (Friends to FWB)

“One Drink?” (Exes to Lovers)

Crossing Boundaries (Best Friends to Lovers)

Serendipity (neighbour!tom AU)

One Night (FWB/Uni AU) 

Fluff

No Lollygaggin’👤

Lovely👤

2AM 👤

Parking Practice 👤

...and they were roommates (roommate! AU) 👤

Facial Fractures and Mugs of Moscato  (Uni AU)

Angst

The Chain 👤

Absence (Uni AU) 👤

If It Means a Lot To You 👤

Gen/No Relationship Specified

Rock, Paper, Scissors 👤 (Roommates AU)

It’s Called Fashion, Thomas 👤

Blurbs etc.

Time of the Month Headcanon

Slow Down👤

Sing👤

Insufferable (Best Friends to Lovers)👤

Wake Up Call (Dad!Tom AU) 👤

Usual? (Coffee Shop AU) 👤

Parenthood Headcanon 

First time getting a BJ Headcanon

[happiestholland-blog]

Coffee Shop Chapter 3

Fuckboy Tom AU!! TomHollandxReader 

Summary: You and Tom meet again, just a little change in environment :-)

Word Count: 4199

Warnings: Swearing, mostly fluff, a little angst.

A/N: YAYYY finally lol. This is the longest part I’ve done so far, and I apologize for the wait. It ends a little weird, but I promise I have this going in the direction i want. THE NEXT PART IS ABOUT TO BE SO GOOD. I AM SO E X C I T E D. I’m about to start a tag list!!! Message me to be tagged!

Rain, rain, rain. That’s all the weather has been like for the last four days. The city has been plagued with massive puddles resembling small lakes, and the air is bitingly cold. It’s a miracle that with the cold temperatures, you haven’t been trapped in your apartment building by what could’ve and maybe should’ve been a blizzard. And if it had been a blizzard, you wouldn’t have been able to see Tom at the coffee shop for what became a part of both of your daily routines over the last week. The rain hasn’t stopped either of you from meeting each other, which makes your stomach knot in the best way. He was willing to see you everyday despite the awfully shitty weather. You feel kind of silly, hinging the fact that he maybe, just might, be happy to see you everyday as you are as happy to see him, based off the fact that every day you shared a coffee or tea or two together before carrying on with the rest of your day. But you felt especially silly, since you still hadn’t exchanged numbers or even told each other your last names. You always meant to ask him for his number, much less his last name, but whenever you two began to talk, it would always slip your mind, and you wouldn’t remember.

Today’s weather was a small improvement from the previous days. There was a light mist over the city. The air was still bitingly cold, but of course, that wouldn’t stop you. You pulled on a long sleeved t-shirt, a sweater, a pair of comfortable jeans, your rain boots, and braided your hair sloppily over a shoulder. The coffee shop’s atmosphere was always warm, so you didn’t bother with one of your bulkier coats before leaving. The shop was only a short block away from your building and as usual, you weren’t planning on staying out afterwards either.

You usually got to the cafe before Tom did, so in order to busy yourself, you usually helped Ms. Phillips stock coffee bean bags, travel mugs, and other merchandise in the shop’s shelves, wiping tables down, and made sure the magazines scattered throughout the shop were current and up to date. These were small favors you usually did which Ms. Phillips sometimes paid you back for with free drinks and coupons. She often teased you about Tom, about how handsome he was, and how you both probably had a huge crush on each other, but every time, you deny it, giving you a weird sinking and terrifying, yet floating feeling because maybe she might be right. After all, she is old enough to have seen it all. But it’s impossible. Tom was… something else; sweet and kind, and not to mention gorgeous, and you almost forget that you’ve been hurt in the past and that titles and love are actually terrifying, but he’s definitely out of your league. You see how women look at him from outside the window as they pass the coffee shop window and as they buy their drinks. Ms. Phillips has even warned you before that he could have a side you could’ve never imagined. Whatever happens, happens, you think to yourself. But you’re not about to lose your mind over this. But you still find yourself lost in your thoughts as you finish wiping a table down before taking a seat at your own usual spot in the corner. You just pull out a pen and colored pencils, as the door chime jingles and Tom bustles his way in, an unopened umbrella hanging from one of his wrists, both hands lodged in his coat pockets.

“(Y/N), Hi,” Tom greets you, still breathless from the cold. He takes some time to hang both his coat and umbrella from the back of his chair before taking a seat.

“Hey Tom,” you smile.

“What, no drinks today?” he teases, noticing that you didn’t have your usual mug of green tea or coffee before you today.

You shake your head with a smile. “Nah. I just helped the owner, Ms. Phillips with some chores and stuff today, so I haven’t found the time yet.”

He gets back to his feet. “Well that’s good news because I probably owe you a drink or two anyway. My treat,” he says with a shy smile. “Green tea or coffee today?”

“Oooo, you big spender,” you laugh, borrowing his little joke from your second time meeting. “I’ll go for a coffee today, thank you, Tom.”

He snorts a laugh. “Hey, you deserve it, (Y/N). I got you.” Pulling his wallet from his back pocket, he makes his way into the crowded line, which gives you time to study him.

Tom’s wearing a beanie today, little brown curls sticking out from underneath it. He’s wearing a black hoodie over blue jeans with a pair of Doc Martens boots. His hands look rough and calloused from here, but you know from sitting in front of him every morning that though calloused, their movements are gentle and light. He’s rough looking despite his sweet personality. In fact, he looks exactly like the type of guy you knew to avoid. Just by standing there in line, he had gained not just your attention, but the attention of half of the other women sitting in the coffee shop with you. But that doesn’t seem to bother him at all, much less capture his attention. Your eyes travel from his hands back to his face, and feel your cheeks flush in embarrassment when he catches your eye.

Now, Tom is no stranger to catching women’s eyes on him in public; whether it be from recognition from his role as Spider-man or simply because he was good looking. But when he caught your eye, his heart did a flip flop. You were dressed simply today. You didn’t do much to your physical appearance to call attention to yourself, and yet here you were taking all of his. His eyes locked on yours, and your skin is tinged pink in embarrassment, but you smile sweetly and return your gaze back to your notebook. He’s not going to fall for you, he won’t, he reminds himself. He finishes paying for your drinks and slowly makes his way back to your table, careful not to make any spills.

He pulls his beanie off his head and shakes his messy curly hair out with a hand. “So, I’ve been forgetting to ask, but have you gotten any sleep lately?” he asks, aware that you used to never get any sleep due to your obnoxious neighbor living a floor up from you.

You sip your drink, savoring the warm feeling that fills you. “I did actually. He’s been quiet lately, thank god,” you reply, setting your mug down.

He nods. “That’s great, it’s good to know you’re finally getting to sleep.”

“Yeah,” you agree with a smile. “Thanks to him, I haven’t binge watched anything on netflix in a while.”

Tom smirks. “You know, I don’t know if you’re saying that as if it’s a good or bad thing or not.”

“Now that you say that, I’m not too sure about it myself,” you laugh.

At this point, Tom’s breathing gets lodged in his throat again. Your laugh. It literally lifts his stress away, but he can’t have that. He doesn’t want to feel that floating feeling. It made him vulnerable. He can’t stand looking at you without his heart flipping in his chest, and here, at your usual spot in the shop, he has no choice but to keep his gaze on you as you both speak, or be a complete asshole and stare out the window. And both were non-options. If he kept sitting here, focusing on only looking at your pretty face and listening to your soft voice, he knew he start feeling like maybe he should let himself fall a little. A non-option. But being an asshole was also a no-go. You didn’t deserve to think he didn’t care, you were too kind to him for him to do that.

“Hey, (Y/N)?”

“Mhm?” you hum, sipping your drink.

“Would you care for a walk?” Tom asks. At least this way, if they were to walk side by side, he wouldn’t feel obligated to look at you in the face as you walked; there are plenty of things to look at on a walk. “You know, for a change in environment?” he adds, for cover.

There’s a look of hesitation on your face. “What’s wrong with the shop?” you quickly tease, to hide your apprehension.

Tom shakes his head. “Nothing. It’s lovely. But you know, a change in environment?” he repeats sheepishly. He’s never been this bad with words before, and his ideas being rejected or questioned wasn’t a common thing that happened to him. His nerves probably weren’t doing him any good either. Since when did he ever feel nervous about talking to girls? He knew that was dangerous. If he’s nervous about someone, that means he cares about their opinion of him.

You drain the rest of your drink in a few quick gulps and put your notebook away.

Tom smiles. “So is that a yes?”

“I don’t know, Tom. It’s not that I don’t want to go…” you begin.

He shakes his head, a victorious little smile tugging at the corner of his lips, knowing that you were about to give in.

“But fine, I guess we can use a little ‘change in environment’”, you roll your eyes playfully as you air quote his words.

Tom’s smile blooms all the way across his face, and he drains his mug as well. “Thank you. Let’s get going.”

You slip your arms into your coat and pick up your backpack, and head out. As soon as you step out the coffeeshop doors, you remember the freezing forty degree weather and that you didn’t bother dressing very warmly. A cold breeze sends a shiver down your spine, and you clench your teeth to keep them from chattering, pulling the hood of your thin coat up.

“Tom?” you pause on the sidewalk.

“Yeah?”

You stuff your hands into your thin coat pockets, your fingers already a bright red from the cold. “I didn’t exactly dress for the occasion.”

Tom does a quick once over, noticing your thin coat. He tries his hardest not to wince. He couldn’t stay cooped up with you at the shop. Looking at you for too long, even now, was difficult for him. Anything, literally anything, would better than accidentally falling for you if you made him laugh one more time while stuck looking at you. He knows that what he’s about to do is dumb for him and his pact to himself, but he takes his coat off and hands it to you.

Your eyes widen at the gesture. “Tom, I can’t take that. I’d leave you cold, and I’d feel awful about it.”

For fuck’s sake, Tom thinks to himself. Everything you do is so soft and caring and considerate of him without you meaning to do so. He almost wishes you weren’t so easily likable. But your kindness... It’s like second nature to you. “If you don’t, you’ll freeze,” he says quietly.

You shrug, a pained smile crossing your face. You didn’t want to waste time by going home and grabbing something more weather appropriate. You knew Tom was busy whenever he wasn’t with you.

Tom groans. “Don’t act like it’s not a big deal. You can borrow my jumper.” He pulls the hoodie he was wearing underneath his coat over his head, handing it to you. It should be heavy enough to keep you warm, with the sweater you were already wearing, and the thin coat you had brought along.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Tom,” you say under your breath, but there’s a touch of playfulness in your tone.

He shrugs. “I’ll take the blame… But wait, why would I be the death of you, if you’re the one who forgot to dress warm enough?” Tom can’t help but laugh.

You pause, looking at him. “You know, you got me there, so maybe I’ll be the death of you,” and your lips pull into a slight cringe.

“Just put the damn jumper on, (Y/N),” Tom shook his head between a smile. Tom watches as you pull his hoodie on. You’re right. You will be the death of him. The jumper is a lot bigger on you than it was on him, and its sleeves pool over your hands and its hem settles mid thigh.

Yes, this is definitely a mistake, Tom thought to himself as you pull your coat on over his jumper. You looked adorable with the excess thick black fabric of his jumper overflowing over your hands and out the bottom of your coat. He liked the look of his clothing on you more than he ever could’ve imagined, and when you looked up to him to thank him, he wanted to turn and run in the direction of his apartment building, just out of pure confusion and fright from what he was feeling, but at the same time, he couldn’t; not because he didn’t want to look bad to you, but because he wanted to be around you. You looked goofy, but your sweet smile could evaporate the massive puddles of rain water lining the city streets. He’s at a loss for words, looking at you.

Tom never would’ve thought he’d let a girl borrow his clothing. It invited them to get closer to him... Gave them a reason to think that they meant something to him. To not lend his clothing to any girl for any reason at all, is a rule of his game he hadn’t broken since he started living the life he currently lives. His heart is flooded with his mixed feelings; so torn between wanting you to fall for him and needing to keep his distance. He had been catching your stares more and more often and your embarrassed smiles and flushed cheeks were the most endearing thing he’d ever seen and it was a good boost to his confidence. Being with you was peaceful and relaxing, unlike the turbulence he encountered in his everyday life as Tom Holland. But even though nothing you’ve done shows that you’ll disappear out of nowhere, putting his trust in you, or anyone for that matter, is terrifying. But for the first time in a really long time, he almost feels like he wants to belong with someone… That someone being you.

He realizes that he’s been staring at you, and you’ve been staring back the entire time, and he shakes his head.

“I look stupid, I know,” you laugh.

“It’s quite the opposite. Don’t worry, (Y/N),” Tom replies, looking away.

“Whatever you say.” You quip, and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and Tom slides a pair of sunglasses on as you both make your way down the sidewalk, between the bustling people. “So where to, Tom?” you ask.

“There’s a few places we can go to,” he replied. “But first, the grocery store.” Honestly, he wasn’t sure where to take you, but he’s seen several people go to the park just to feed ducks at the duck pond. He figured that would be enough.

“The grocery store?” you look at him, inquisitively.

“Mhm,” Tom nods.

“Any particular reason why?” you ask, trying to keep up with Tom’s long strided walk.

He makes a turn down into a street where the low profile bodega he usually frequented sat.

“Well yeah,” Tom says, a small shy smile tugging at his lips. “Ever fed ducks at the pond in the park?” He usually didn’t feel this bashful around women. It was weird.

A smile grows on your face. “Well yeah,” you imitate Tom’s tone. “But people usually don’t do that in this weather. What there aren’t any there?”

“We’re just going to have to hope we’re lucky,” Tom replies. He pulls the grocery store door open, allowing you in first. The door shut behind him as he followed you in, sealing the two of you in sudden warmth after walking in the cold and strange lighting from the fluorescent lights with the grey sunshine pouring in from the windows. He picks up a small can of instant oats for the ducks and a few snacks for himself. “Want anything?” he looks to you.

You pick up a bag of gummy bears and a rice krispy treat. “I got it, thank you anyway, Tom.”

He shakes his head. “Nope. This entire thing was my idea, so I provide the provisions,” he declares. He looks at your sugary snack selection. “Sweet tooth?” he asks.

“Maybe a little,” you admit.

He smiles. A sweet tooth to match your overly sweet personality. It’s only fitting. “Compromise? We’ll take turns with this treating the other deal, alright?” He reaches for your snacks.

“Fine,” you submit. “My turn next time, okay?”

“Done.” He replies.

You crack a stupid smile, pointing at the can of oats in his arms. “I guess you can say, oats a deal,” you bite your lip, trying not to laugh.

“You did not just say that,” he groans, but he can’t help but smile at your stupid pun. “That was the worst pun in history.”

“I believe I did,” you reply in a fit of giggles.

He shakes his head, unable to get rid of his own smile. “You’re not funny, (Y/N).”

“Oh come on, Tom. You oat-ta learn to take a joke,” you say, snorting when you can’t contain your laughter.

“Did you just snort?”

“Maybe I did!”

By now, Tom’s smile is fully plastered across his face. “You think you’re so hilarious.” If you weren’t laughing so hard at your own joke, Tom probably wouldn’t have laughed at all, but your laugh is contagious. A red flag goes up in his head, blaring his alarms. What made you happy, made him happy. This happiness is so new. It feels good, and he hits snooze on those alarms.

You snort again. “You’re right. I do.”

"I’m not confirming that or negating that statement,” he replies.

You raise your eyebrows. “Oh please. You know it’s hilarious. You wouldn’t be laughing right now if you didn’t.”

“That’s questionable.”

“You know it.”

“Okay, (Y/N),” Tom shakes his head, his cheeks aching from his massive 

He brings your items to the counter and pays. With your items in a plastic bag, you both make your way to the park, talking as you went. Despite your joking and light exchange at the bodega and only a week of knowing him, you knew your boundaries. Tom didn’t mention his work as an extra very often, his hometown or his family; when he did, he usually left out titles, places, and names, but today, you learned that he was one of four brothers, two of them being twins, two years younger, a youngest brother, being eight years younger than Tom.

“Your poor mother,” you joke.

He shrugs. “She kept us in line.”

He doesn’t say much about them after that, and you don’t press him for details. You feel like there’s more to the story that he’s withholding from you. He obviously still cares about his family. He speaks about them nostalgically, but they’re obviously not a part of his life at the present moment and you figure that when the time comes, and when he’s comfortable, he’ll tell you more. B you found you had more in common than you thought. You both find yourselves easily talking about your favorite music, TV shows, both of your theories on the universe, your strange obsession for instant ramen noodles, and who you think will win the World Cup coming up.

You basically covered a whole two days’ worth of topics on the walk to the park, without the random pauses that came with trying to cool and sip a hot drink. When you get there, you see that you’re in luck. Though the weather is quite honestly gross and pretty cold, the pond is occupied by fifteen or so ducks. Besides the few people who stream past you and the man playing a saxophone under a footbridge a little further up the path, evidently no one had the same idea Tom had for the day.

Tom unlooped the plastic bag’s handles from his wrist and hands you the small cardboard container of instant oats. “Would you like to do the first honor?” he asks, in a rather grandiose manner.

“Oh, why of course I would!” You tug the lid off the can and grab a small handful of oats and you toss it into the water for the ducks to snack at, and they come flocking. “So what made you think today would be a good day to feed ducks?” you ask out of the blue.

Tom isn’t facing you at that very moment, and he’s thanking whatever god is up there watching out for him. If he were looking at you, you’d be able to see clear as day that he was making up whatever he was gonna say. He didn’t think today would be a day for anything. But here he was. “I just thought a change in environment and routine would be a good thing, you know?” He repeats what he said back in the coffee shop.

“I guess,” you reply, tossing another handful of oats for the ducks.

You guess? Tom’s heart rate started to rise. “Um, there’s an art museum nearby and bunch of food carts. You know, for when we run out of oats. Or get hungry”

“What art museum?” You ask, intrigued.

“The Metropolitan Museum of Art, why?” he asks, he turns to look at you.

You shrug. “I’ve been meaning to go, but I haven’t yet.”

Tom finally brings his eyes to yours. “Wait, I thought you liked art and painting and stuff. Haven’t you lived in the city for a few years now?”

“Well, yeah… I guess I never found the time to go,” you shrug again.

“Would you want to go today?” Tom asked, putting his cold hands in his pockets to hide the fact that his hands were shaking from nerves.

Your eyes widen in surprise. “You want to go?”

Tom shrugs. “Yeah, if you want to.”

“Would it be bad if I kinda want to?”

“I offered it, so no,” Tom says with a smirk. “So yes?”

“Yes, you goof. Stop smirking at me,” you toss a handful of oats at him.

“Did you just throw oats at me?” Tom looks at you in amused disbelief.

You laugh. “They didn’t throw themselves did they?” Suddenly, all the ducks from the pond came flying out of the water and pecking at the ground surrounding Tom.

Tom grunts expletives under his breath, trying to avoid stepping on an unlucky duck. “You know, (Y/N), not trying to start my day covered in duck shit,” he says sassily but still wearing a smile.

You’re laughing the entire time. “I didn’t see that coming, I’m so sorry Tom!”

He shakes his head, dusting oat crumbs from his hands and coat. “I’ll get back at you. Don’t know how yet, but count on it.” He tries to make himself seem threatening, but he can’t stop smiling.

“Okay Tom, whatever you say,” you laugh, capping the container of oats and slipping it into your backpack. “So which way are we going?”

Tom points to your left. “Down that way to Fifth Avenue.”

“Have I mentioned how excited I am?”

“No, but I can tell, don’t worry,” Tom replies, smiling.

“How?” You challenge him.

He shrugs. “You have a bit more pep in your step. Your voice just pitched upwards.” Your excitement is adorable and one of your best qualities, he decides.

You both stroll along the side of the museum, looking out for the iconic Met steps and main entrance.

As you pass the fountains off to the side of the steps, you feel your excitement growing. “I feel like I’m in Gossip Girl or in some rom com,” you say happily, pulling your phone out of your coat pocket to take pictures of the museum’s massive entrance, completely mesmerized by the building’s facade and detailed architecture.

Your wonder is so refreshing to Tom. He was used to high snobbery that came with being a celebrity and being around people who thought it wasn’t cool to look enthused by anything. You’re literally a breath of fresh air to him, which in itself was ironic. While you were so refreshing to be around, you stole the air from his lungs. It was like being submerged in a submarine. He should trust that he’s safe within your walls, but at the same time, the weight and pressure of his past constantly threatened to crush him.

[tom-holland-parker]

TOM-HOLLAND-PARKER MASTERLIST

who I write for: 

Tom Holland

Peter Parker

Arvin Russel

Sebastian Stan (On hold for now)

Bucky Barnes

TAGLIST

Kinktober masterlist 2021

Kinktober masterlist 2022

Sugar daddy AU survey 

Champagne Problems:

Summary: Tom asked you a life changing question but you can’t give the right answer.

Warning: Themes of mental health issues such as depression and Eating disorders

Word count: 1481

Late nights:

Summary: Tom has spent more time memorizing his script than he does sleeping.

Word count: 488

A Classroom Visit:

Summary: Tom visit your kindergarten class one day to drop off your lunch bag. Now all your students know you date Spiderman

Word count: 1063

Detective!Tom

No body No crime:

Summary: Tom knows you had something to do with the victims disappearance and its driving his crazy that you don’t crack easily

Warning: Murder?? Sexual innuendos, Cops

Word Count: 1412

Rockstar!Tom

Rockstar:

Summary: It’s a tradition for Tom to fuck you before going on stage

Warning: Smut, cursing

Word count: 700

Scotty Doesn't Know: (Prologue to Rockstar)

Summary: The story on how you’re relationship with Tom began

Warning: Smut, violence, and cheating

Word count: 2324

Mob!Tom

What Baby:

Summary: Dating the leader of the toughest gang in London was bound to gain you enemies. So after one particular encounter Y/N in sent to the hospital to recover but they didn’t expect this news

Warning: Car crash, slight mention of violence

Word count: 1453

Secrets:

Summary: Tom is terrified about you finding out his job but when he brings you to his house he has no choice but to tell you

Warning: SMALL mention of murder but nothing bad

Word count: 2374

Tease

Summary: After a bad mistake of wanting to make Tom jealous you have to deal with the consequences of being a tease

Warning: SMUT 18+

Word count: 2326

She’s not me

Summary: when Tom decides to come back to you after realizing now one else can satisfy him the way you do, you aren't as forgiving as he expected

Warning: SMUT 18+

Word count: 1400

Face the Mirror

Summary: Tom broke your rules and now he has to deal with the punishment

Warning: SMUT 18+

Word count: 1419

Dad!Tom

Painted picture

Summary: Tom has an emergency meeting and asks you to babysit. You say yes, determined to get his daughter to be comfortable around you

Word count: 1516

Are those my jeans?

Summary: When you start to suspect that you’re pregnant, you’re too scared to tell Tom

Word count: 631

Boxer!Tom

Let me thank you

Summary: Tom keeps waking you up at late hours so you can patch him up. Tonight me finally thanks you

Warning:  Smut (Oral Female receiving), mentions of bruises and cuts

Word count: 1005

Richkid!Tom

Perfect Little Angel

Summary: After finally getting away from your mother and her annoying party guests, you and Tom decided to make this party a little more interesting

Warning: SMUT (oral, exhibitonism daddy kink) drinking

Word count: 1365

The Wine Cellar

Summary: When you’re asked to find a wine that would go good with dinner, tom decides to help you out

Warning: SMUT (oral, daddy kink)

Word count: 1200

Professor!Tom

I Wanna Wear Your Tie

Request: Can you please do a professor tom x student reader, shes of age of course, and he takes a liking to her for being so smart and he can barely contain himself with every outfit she wears. And one day after class he asks her to hang back and things get very SMUTTY?

Warning: Smut (oral, choking, vaginal sex), student/teacher relationship, cursing, age gap (legal)

Word count: 4081

Roommate!Tom

Roommates help each other out

Summary: You and your roommate Tom have always had obvious sexual tension between you, but what happens when he walks in on you masturbating

Warning: 18+ (SMUT)

Word count: 1463

CEO!TOM

Gray Blazer

Summary: It was an honest mistake forgetting your jacket but when your CEO boss offers you his blazer you end up with a date

Warning: none just fluff

Word Count: 868

HEADCANNONS

Tom watching his daughter grow up (dad!tom)

REQUEST

Surprising Tom on set (Stepdad ! Tom Holland x mom actress reader)

Tom get jealous of your ex boyfriend

Tom apologizes after an argument (song request)

Tom fucking you on the kitchen counter (richkid!tom) part 2

Answering questions after your students find out you’re dating Tom

Snow Day:

Summary: Peter is determined to get you to enjoy the snow

Word count: 681

Breathe

Summary: dealing with the stress of your family's expectations leads you to have an anxiety attack on the roof. Thankful Peter is a great shoulder to cry on

Warning: Themes of anxiety, dropping out of college, family expectations

Word Count: 1550

Stark!reader

Let's get married:

Summary: On a class trip to Vegas, Peter is determined to make this trip a memorable one, even if it means doing something crazy.

Word count: 2911

The Moment I knew:

Summary: All you asked for was one day to spend with your boyfriend and family, but Peter has let him role as Spiderman take over his life

Warning: maybe a curse word towards the end but other than that nothing 

Word Count: 1520

Begin Again (part 2 of the moment I knew)

Summary: 8 months after you broke up with Peter, you finally agree to meet up with him, but you’re still unsure if he deserves a second chance

Word count: 1409

Headspace

Summary: Sometimes you can’t help but feel like you aren’t enough to satisfy Peter but he’s always there to remind you that he love you

Word count: 669

Warning: 18+ (not really smut but conversations about sex), Peter is obviously 18+

HEADCANNONS

College!Peter dating someone clumsy

REQUEST

Peter loves your boobs especially when he’s stressed

Tell Peter you’re ready for more than a quick make out  (part 2 SMUT)

Peter watching you leave for the summer (Part 2 (Reuniting))

Peter dating someone with an oral fixation

Stark!reader begging Peter to not cast the spell that make her forget him

My Boyfriend’s Back

Summary: Arvin is out of town for a few days but when he returns and hears the news about boys making you uncomfortable he decides to take matters into his own hands

Warning: Violence??, Creepy boys, curse words

Word count: 1185

REQUEST

Your ex boyfriend messed up Arvin’s car

Sick days

Summary: When you get sick, Sebastian is there to take care of you

Word count: 538

Closer

Summary: You’d never felt like this before, it was like some primal instinct deep down inside of you. You just needed to be close to him. The only problem was that you were already wrapped in his arms and it still didn’t feel close enough  

Warning: 18+ smut (cockwarming, boob worship?)

Word count: 620

Avenger!reader

I Hate you?

Summary: You’re convinced Bucky hates you. Bucky’s convinced you hate him. Steve is just tired of hearing you both complain and finally decides to set you both up

Word count: 1569

Sleepyhead

Summary: Bucky doesn’t like to be touched but when you accidentally fall asleep on him one night he realizes he could never get tired of your touch

Word count: 1175

7/11 Slushies

Summary: You give Bucky his first slushie

Word count: 415

Picnic in the park

Summary: Valentine’s day with Bucky

Word count: 1178

A good man

Summary: When Bucky has a nightmare all he wants if for you to hold him close

Word count:1272  

40s Bucky

Drafted

Summary: Bucky has to tell you that he leaves tomorrow but not without leaving you with plans for when he gets back

Word count: 1344

Firefighter!Bucky 

Heat on High (Mini series)

Summary: When you and your daughter moved you expected a lot of changes, but you never expects to move across the hall from a hot firefighter than has a soft spot for you

[sweetlysilent]

Apartment 509 (Epilogue)

Pairing: Roomate!Fuckboy!Tom x Reader

Summary: To happy endings and new beginnings.

A/N: *taps mic* Is this thing on? Hello everyone! Wow it’s been a long time since I’ve updated this story. I’ve quite literally made y’all wait years for this epilogue and I’m so sorry for that. However, the time has finally come for it to end. I can’t even begin to express how grateful and appreciative I am for all of you that have stuck by me and read it along the way. I had so much fun writing this story and sharing it with all of you. That being said, I hope you all enjoy the end to Apartment 509. Much love. ❤️

Apartment 509 (Masterlist) | Main Masterlist

Six years later..

If someone were to tell you years ago that you’d fall in love with your roommate you would have laughed and told them that they were crazy. That you weren’t that type of person to fall into that fantasy story. 

Boy were you wrong about that. 

If you were being honest you weren’t sure if you were ever going to find your person, a part of you had given up, just accepting the fact that you’d be single forever, but then the universe threw it’s plan at you like a ton of bricks. You truly never expected to fall in love the way you did, but now you couldn’t be more grateful. 

Becoming roommates with Tom and Jacob was the best thing to ever happen to you, not only was the apartment a saving grace for your time of need, but you made new friends and you found your person as well. 

Needless to say Tom and you didn’t get along so well in the beginning which was no surprise there, you couldn’t stand fuckboys, and that’s what intrigued him more about you. You never saw yourself dating the type of person you used to despise, yet you proved yourself wrong.

You couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh, thinking back at all the memories of the past couple years. It was definitely a wild ride, something you were surprised you made it out of, but with Tom by your side you knew you could accomplish anything. 

“What is that beautiful mind thinking of?” His voice snapped you out of your thoughts, causing you to turn your head and look at him. “Just thinking about how insane these past few years have been, how much my life has changed, how much yours has too.” You smiled softly at him, your fingers tracing his cheek gently. 

Tom adjusted himself under the sheet covers, pulling you closer to his chest as he pressed a light kiss to your forehead. “I will agree to that, so much has happened to us, but I couldn’t be more thankful and blessed.” He hummed, his fingers caressing your back soothingly. 

You melted into his touch, a smile on your lips as your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. You both laid in silence for a few moments, just enjoying one another’s presence, until Tom lifted his head causing you to open your eyes.

“As much as I love laying here with you darling, we do have a party we have to start getting ready for.” Tom whispered, his voice soft and calm as you pouted, burying your face into his shoulder, pressing a faint kiss to his bare skin.

“I know, but I’d love to spend all day in bed with you.” You whined, making him chuckle, his chest vibrating making you smile widely. “I would love that too, but our friends wouldn’t want to experience this.” He teased, making you laugh and pull away from him.

“You’re right.” You huffed out, staring at the ceiling as Tom grinned at your childish behavior, something he thought was adorable. “Plus, we have two little munchkins who will destroy this house if we don’t get out there.” He pointed out, causing your eyes to widen just at the thought. 

“Do you know how long it took to get jelly out of Mason’s hair the other day?” You glanced over at him, “An hour. A full hour Thomas! That boy thought it was your hair gel and wanted to be like his daddy.” You squinted your eyes at him as he gave you a sheepish smile. 

“What can I say, he has good style! Just needs to use the right products and well.. Not food to do it.” Tom laughed, hopping out of the comfortable bed before you could whack his arm. You gave him a playful glare as he winked at you, disappearing into the bathroom. 

You let out a content sigh, hearing the water run in the bathroom as you looked around the bedroom. Your life was completely different than how it was five years ago. 

Not only did you graduate college, while being pregnant might you add, but you also started dating Tom. Once you gave birth to your beautiful baby boy Mason, you and Tom decided it was time to start house hunting. You both knew the apartment wasn’t a big enough space for a child, plus you both didn’t want to bother Jacob as well.

You both had been saving up money for a while, wanting to eventually find a house to buy, and then one day while you were searching online, you found your dream home. You quickly ran out to show Tom, and the second he saw it his eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

Within the next two hours you and Tom went to go walk through the house, whilst Jacob being the best friend he is, babysat Mason. Tom and you knew once you got done walking through the beautiful home that it was perfect. 

You both did some talking with the realtor, sorting out some things with the house and land, but in the end, you both decided that it was too perfect to pass up. A couple more hours of signing papers and details that Tom ended up taking over, you both were now the new owners of a gorgeous home.

Needless to say you both were extremely excited.

Once you both returned to the apartment Tom was eager to break the news to Jacob, who was super happy for the both of you. You let the two boys talk while you took Mason back to your room, getting a bottle ready for him.

Over the course of a couple weeks you both moved things out of the apartment and into your new house, with the help of Jacob, Harrison, and Madison of course. Once everything was finally moved in you all had dinner and relaxed. 

You were extremely thankful to have such amazing friends.

Weeks after you started living in your new house, things were going great, you both along with Mason were the happiest you’d ever been. However, you were nowhere near prepared for what was about to happen.

You came home one day after being out with Madison, she had wanted to do a fun girls day, of course you were a bit anxious, you didn’t want to leave Mason, but Tom convinced you to go have fun and that he could watch him.

So, you ended up going out with her and having a blast, you didn’t realize how bad you needed to get out and let go. You both ended up getting your hair and nails done, along with some lovely shopping. 

By the time you arrived back at your house it was evening, you bid Madison goodbye, making your way up to your front door, only to enter and see rose petals scattered along the floor, small lit candles making a path for you to follow. 

You couldn’t help but smile, shaking your head at how adorable he was being. You set your bags down at the door, following the lit path and rose petals that lead you outside to the backyard. However, Tom was nowhere to be found.

You glanced around the yard, your eyes landing on a small folded up letter on the glass table.

My dearest Y/N, 

As you can see I’m nowhere to be found, but what you can find is a stunning red dress that I know you’d look gorgeous in. Meet me at our favorite place. 

Love, Tom

You couldn’t help but smile widely at his cheesiness, but you loved it just as much. You opened the box that was underneath the letter, a beautiful red dress sitting prettily in it. With zero hesitation you rushed back into the house, slipping into the dress, admiring how it hugged your body in all the right places.

You made sure your makeup and hair looked good, and then you headed down the stairs, grabbing your car keys and heading out the door. The drive to the area wasn’t too long, you knew it like the back of your hand. 

About ten minutes later you pulled up to the place, the sun had begun to set, causing the sky to turn into a beautiful sunset. You got out of the car, seeing more rose petals and candles creating a path for you.

You began to follow them along the wooden path, your eyes widening when you saw Tom standing in the middle of the field. His head snapped over towards you, his eyes drinking you in as you smiled warmly at him. 

He looked extremely good, he was dressed up in a black suit, his hair slightly gelled back but not too much to the point where you couldn’t see his curls. The river of water flowed behind him, as a light warm breeze blew. 

You carefully made your way towards him, your nerves skyrocketing as you got closer. Eventually you made it up to him, a happy yet nervous smile on your face as you stood in front of him. 

“I see you found my note.” He grinned teasingly, making you laugh and nod your head as he grabbed your hands gently in his. “This whole thing is beautiful Tom, the dress, the roses and candles, our place, the sunset.” You gushed, a wide smile on your lips as he smiled adoringly at you.

“I’m glad you like it.” He rubbed your hands with the pads of his thumbs. “Like it? Tom I love it, this is perfect.” You smiled at him as he grinned. “I do have to ask though, what is all of this for? Did I forget a date night?” You tilted your head at him slightly, watching as he inhaled a deep breath.

“No, no you didn’t forget a date night.” He let out a small chuckle, clearing his throat as his nerves started to set in. 

“I did all of this because tonight is a special night, it’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a while, but it was never the right time, until now.” He nervously spoke, his eyes fixed on yours as you felt your heart starting to race in your chest. 

“The day we met I knew that you were the one, of course we had our ups and downs but that just made us stronger into who we are today.” Tom began, licking his lips as he held your hands in his, his palms getting sweaty.

“I was a broken guy who slept with random girls to fill a void I was missing, I never knew what love was, until I met you.” He smiled warmly at you, making you smile in response. “I look at us now and I always think, ‘wow, I am so lucky to have this wonderful person in my life, I don’t know what I’d do without them.’” He chuckled, making you laugh quietly with him, tears rimming your eyes.

“Not only that but we have our amazing son Mason and I couldn’t be more grateful.” He beamed, squeezing your hands. 

“Y/N, you have brought so much happiness and joy into my life, I love waking up with you sleeping next to me, I love taking care of Mason with you, I love making so many memories together, but most importantly, I love you so much, so..” He paused, letting go of your hands as he got down on one knee, pulling a small black box out of his jacket pocket.

You covered your mouth with your hands, tears slipping down your cheeks as he opened the box revealing the most gorgeous diamond ring you had ever seen. 

“Y/N, will you marry me?” He looked up at you, his own eyes brimming with tears as you nodded your head rapidly. “Yes! One hundred percent yes!” You cried out as he quickly stood, taking a step towards you as he pulled you into a passionate kiss. 

You both broke away, laughter leaving both your mouths as tears slipped down each of your cheeks. Tom held your hand, slipping the blinding ring onto your finger with shaky hands.

“I love you so much.” He murmured, pulling you in for another kiss as you smiled against his lips, “I love you so much more.” You whispered against his, making him smile widely in response.

What you didn’t expect next was for all your friends to emerge out of hiding, cheers erupting from their mouths making you and Tom both smile brightly. Madison was holding Mason while Harrison was taking pictures of the entire proposal. Jacob was clapping and holding a bottle of champagne.

Needless to say, it was the most magical and special proposal you’d ever had.

“You’re still in bed?” You heard your husband chuckle, your eyes darting over to see him all dressed and looking sexy as ever. “Of course, it’s comfy here, plus I was just thinking about the day you proposed to me.” You grinned at him as his cheeks flushed a light shade of red.

“That day and our wedding day will forever be two of my most favorite moments in life.” He smiled lovingly at you, walking over and pressing a short kiss to your lips. “What are the other ones?” You questioned, curious about what he was going to say. 

“Well obviously having Mason and Henry.” Tom stated as if it was basic knowledge, making you snort in response as he smirked at you. “Now go get ready, we have less than three hours to get the house prepped and to tell everyone the big news.” Tom squinted his eyes at you making you laugh and raise your hands in surrender.

“Alright! I’m going, I'm going!” You smiled as you got out of bed, waving him off as you went into the bathroom this time. You spent the next twenty minutes getting ready and tidying up the bedroom. Once you were satisfied with how everything looked, you headed out of the bedroom.

You made your way down the stairs, hearing numerous voices filling your ears as you walked into the kitchen, a smile forming on your lips as you saw Tom helping Mason and Henry. “Look at my three little helpers.” You cooed, hands on your hips as Tom grinned at you, Mason and Henry running over towards you.

“Mom! Look what we did!” Mason tugged on your hand excitedly as Henry held your other hand. You let the boys walk you over towards the counter, your face lighting up at the vase of followers. 

“These are beautiful boys, did you cut them to fit the vase all by yourselves?” You beamed at the two of them as they nodded excitedly, eyes wide. “Yes! With daddy’s help.” Henry giggled, making you laugh and pull them both in for a hug.

“Well they look amazing, uncle Harrison and aunt Maddie are going to love them.” You ruffled their hair as they let out a chorus of laughter. Tom however was simply standing off to the side and watching the entire thing, his heart warming at the three people he loved the most. 

“Boys, do you want to help me go grab some drinks from the garage?” Tom chimed in, seeing their heads snap over in pure excitement of helping. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh as they went running off in the direction of the garage, a grin on Tom’s lips as he winked at you, following after the two kids.

While Tom had the kids distracted for a moment you spent the next couple minutes organizing the kitchen, making it look presentable and tidy. Once they came back they helped place the drinks on the table, before going outside to play for a bit.

You and Tom spent that time fixing up the rest of the main floor, picking up shoes and toys. Soon enough you heard the doorbell ring throughout the house before footsteps and voices could be heard.

“Your favorite people are here!” Madison announced as she walked into the kitchen, a beaming smile on her face as a guy followed behind her. “Oooh, who is this?” You teased, raising your eyebrows as Madison smiled widely, wrapping her arm around the guys bicep. 

“You remember Andrew right?” She wiggled her eyebrows as your eyes widened in surprise. “It’s about damn time!” You cheered, making her and Andrew laugh in response. “It took some time, but he finally asked me to be his girlfriend.” She beamed as Andrew kissed her forehead gently.

“I wasted so much time, I don’t know what the past me was thinking.” He chuckled, making the both of you smile. “Well, I’m glad you two are finally together, you make a great couple and seem so happy.” You congratulated them as Madison broke away from Andrew to give you a hug.

You eventually broke away, walking over to give Andrew a welcoming hug as well and telling him to make himself at home. You knew how much Madison liked Andrew, she had been crushing on him for as long as you could remember. You felt your heart sore at the sight of them, she deserved nothing but happiness and she was finally getting it.

You decided to let them be on their own, going to look for Tom when you heard another pair of voices enter the house. The familiar blonde hair coming into view, a girl also following behind him, as well as Jacob.

You smiled warmly at them all as Tom walked into the kitchen, a smile on his lips as he did his hand shake with the two of them.

“Hey man, I’m glad you all could make it.” Tom greeted them, his eyes landing on the girl then back at Harrison. He gave a small grin as Tom’s eyes widened in surprise.

You however watched this entire interaction in confusion, until your eyes darted down to the girls hand. Your jaw dropping in shock, eyes wide as you made the connection.

“Everyone, this is Natalie, my fiancée.” Harrison introduced her as all of you clapped and cheered, making the two of them blush and laugh. “We’re so happy for the both of you.” Jacob congratulated them as they smiled lovingly at one another.

“I knew you’d find your person.” You smiled happily at the blonde as he smiled back. “Thank you for always believing in me.” He spoke softly, giving you a side hug as you returned it. “Always.” You smiled.

Once you two let go you glanced over at Madison who lifted her glass into the air, clanking a knife against it. “Since we’re doing introductions, I’d also like to introduce you all to someone.” She grinned as Andrew stood beside her, his face flushed.

“Everyone this is my boyfriend Andrew, Andrew this is Tom, Harrison, Natalie, and Jacob.” Madison spoke happily as they all greeted each other. “It’s about time you two got together.” Tom grinned as Harrison and Jacob smirked to one another.

“Does everyone know how much you liked me?” Andrew teased as Madison laughed, shrugging her shoulders. “I wasn’t exactly subtle about it.” She admitted, making you all laugh, shaking your heads at the two of them.

You all talked for a while, catching up and just having a good time together, eventually Mason and Henry came inside saying they were hungry. You all then decided to eat, grabbing all different types of foods that were spread out on the numerous counters.

You all gathered around your outdoor table, chatting amongst each other, sharing stories and laughing. This was the happiest you had seen everyone in a while, nobody once showed any signs of unhappiness or negativity. 

You were listening to Madison and Andrew tell a story about a girl they work with, everyone’s focus on them when you felt Tom’s hand grip your thigh gently. Looking over at him he rose his eyebrows at you in a questioning manner as you smiled at him, nodding your head.

You both waited for them to finish telling the story, laughter leaving all of your mouths as Mason and Henry ate their food happily, not fazed by them talking at all.

Once everyone’s laughter died down, Tom rose from his chair, clearing his throat as everyone’s attention focused on him. “I just wanted to start off by saying thank you all for coming, Y/N and I love having you all over, as do Mason and Henry.” He chuckled as the boys smiled goofily at him in response.

“However, Y/N and I have been keeping something from you all for a while, two things actually.” Tom grinned, watching as curious expressions washed over their faces. “We wanted to hold this little gathering to tell you all the amazing news because you’re such important people in our lives.” He explained as everyone smiled at him in response.

“Come on Holland, you’re killing us here.” Madison teased, eager to know what the big surprise was. Tom let out a laugh as did everyone else as he raised his hands in surrender. “Okay okay, the first half of the big news is..” He trailed off, a bright smile on his face.

“I got the role as Spiderman, I’m going to be in the next Marvel movie!” He excitedly spoke, watching as everyone’s eyes widened in pure shock and surprise as you beamed up at him. “That’s amazing man!” Harrison cheered, standing up within an instant and giving his friend a tight hug.

“Wow that’s crazy! I can totally see it though!” Madison congratulated, excusing herself from her chair, joining the hug with Tom and Harrison. “How long have you been keeping that a secret mate?” Harrison chuckled as Tom smirked.

“For the past couple months, it’s been hard, you know how bad I am at keeping spoilers.” Tom laughed as you nodded your head in agreement. “You have no idea how many times I had to cut him off or stop him from accidentally almost posting something on social media.” You teased, making him pout in response.

“It was only a couple of times!” He whined, making you all laugh as you rolled your eyes playfully. “Sure Tommy, whatever you say.” You cooed, making him smile in response. 

“Wait, you said there was something else as well that you wanted to tell us?” Madison spoke up, now standing next to Harrison who looked at everyone then back at Tom. “Yes! You are right.” He nodded his head, clapping his hands.

“However, this part is connected to my new job, except it’s not my place to share it.” He grinned happily as his eyes landed on Jacob who rose from his seat. “I also got a job, I needed to get away from my old one, so I took a leap of faith and I auditioned with Tom and I ended up getting the role of Peter Parker’s best friend, Ned Leeds.” He stated happily as everyone clapped loudly.

“That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you!” Madison cheered, giving him a hug as well as Harrison grinned at his two friends. “Wow so many good things are happening for everyone.” Natalie smiled warmly at the group of people surrounding her.

“It gets better though.” Tom chimed in, catching everyone’s attention once more. “I was told I could have an assistant.” He suggestively spoke, his eyes training over towards Harrison whose eyes widened in shock.

“Wait- Are you?” He stammered as Tom nodded his head, seeing Harrison’s face light up. He quickly turned to Natalie, wanting her opinion as she smiled warmly at him. “It’s a great opportunity Haz, take it.” She encouraged him as he pulled her in for a tight hug, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “I love you so much.” He murmured as she whispered it back.

He broke away eventually, turning to face his friend as he held his hand out. “You got yourself an assistant mate.” He grinned as Tom shook his hand excitedly, an ecstatic expression on his face.

“This day just keeps getting better and better.” Madison laughed as Andrew wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “It’s not even done yet.” You smirked, seeing her jaw drop in response. “There’s more news? Lord what have you all been up to.” She laughed as you also stood from your chair, walking next to Tom.

“Well, as you know we live in a beautiful home now, we have our two amazing boys who are busy engulfing that blueberry pie.” You paused to laugh as everyone looked over at the two of them shoveling forkfuls of the sugary substance.

You shook your head in amusement as you trained your focus back on everyone, “Tom and I were talking a while ago about something and well..” You turned to look at your husband who was already beaming with excitement. 

“Wait hold on, are you-” Madison began, eyes wide as Tom grinned happily. “We’re pregnant again!” He cheered as everyone let out gasps of surprise as you both laughed.

“No freakin’ way!” Madison shouted excitedly, rushing over to give you a tight hug as Harrison and Jacob went to hug Tom. Natalie and Andrew smiled at the group, even though they were new they could see how much they all meant to each other.

“This is insane! You’re having another little Holland.” She screeched, making you laugh as you nodded your head. “Crazy right? We decided we wanted to have one more, Tom’s really hoping it’ll be a girl.” You smiled warmly at your friend as she covered her mouth, still in shock.

You glanced behind her seeing Andrew watching from his seat, you waved him over as he smiled and walked up to the both of you. “Congratulations Y/N.” He smiled as you thanked him. 

“Who knows, maybe you two will be having your own little kids running around soon.” You wiggled your eyebrows at the two of them as they both let out laughs. “Hey now, slow down there, we’re nowhere near ready for that yet.” Madison shook her head as Andrew smirked. 

“We’re taking everything one step at a time.” He agreed, nodding his head as Madison kissed his cheek gently. “That’s good to hear, I’m truly so happy for the two of you again.” You smiled at the two of them, rubbing Madison’s shoulder before breaking off to go over to Tom.

“So you’re going to have three little ones running around soon huh?” Harrison grinned as you walked up to Tom, wrapping your arm around his bicep. “Yup, and I can’t wait.” He chuckled as you leaned your head against his arm.

“Well, I can already tell that they’re going to grow up in a wonderful and loving family.” Natalie chimed in making your heart warm at her words. “Thank you, that’s very sweet of you to say.” You replied happily as Harrison wrapped an arm around her waist.

“If there’s anyone who’s fit for parenthood it’s you two.” Harrison agreed, making Tom smile. “Thanks mate, that means a lot.” He nodded his head at his friend as Jacob smiled. “Today really has been full of surprises huh?” He chuckled, making everyone laugh.

“It really has.” Harrison agreed, chuckling as Madison and Andrew walked up to them, glasses of champagne being handed out. “Not for you though, you get some lovely apple cider.” She teased, making you laugh.

Once everyone had a glass she raised hers into the air.

“I wanted to start this speech off by saying thank you for inviting us all here today, it means a lot that you would want to share all of this with us.” She began, looking around at everyone. 

“That being said, here’s to friendship, family members who couldn’t be here with us today but are in spirit; along with family members we haven’t met yet, and new opportunities.” She smiled as she spoke as everyone listened quietly.

“We have all grown so much over the past years and I can’t wait for more amazing things to happen for all of us. I love you all.” She sniffled, getting slightly emotional as everyone smiled. She let out a quiet laugh, raising her glass out to everyone.

“Cheers to that!” Tom shouted as everyone cheered along with him, glasses clinking together as everyone took a sip.

After that Jacob decided to turn some music on, grooving around to the tunes as Madison and Andrew joined him, Harrison and Natalie joining as well. Whilst Mason and Henry were busy playing around in the yard as you turned to look at Tom.

He tilted his head down to look at you, his warm brown eyes scanning over your face as you made a funny face at him. He couldn’t help but laugh before pressing a soft loving kiss to your lips. 

The kiss was short and sweet, but you could feel every ounce of love he put into it, something you’d cherish forever.

You both glanced around the backyard, looking at all the people that meant the world to you, content smiles on both of your faces as you held each other's hands. Tom’s thumb rubbing over yours as a smirk made its way onto his lips as he dragged you out to the dance floor. 

You let out a laugh as he pulled you close to his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist as yours comfortably hung around his neck, your bodies swaying together. Laughter soon filled the air as everyone danced, having a blast together.

It was as if the skies cleared and the sun finally shone down on everyone.

Tom smiled down at you as you caressed his cheek lovingly.

“This is it huh?” You hummed, watching as he let out a chuckle. “Seems that way, things are only going to go up from here.” He replied happily, making you smile. 

“As long as I’m with you, nothing else matters.” You murmured, his heart racing at your words as if it was the first time he heard them. “You complete me Y/N, forever and always.” He softly spoke, before pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss.

You eventually broke apart, your heart thumping wildly in your chest as he held you close, his eyes pouring into yours as you melted in his touch. You caressed his cheek once more, pulling him back in for a soft kiss.

“Forever and always.”

The End. 

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the way to your heart - chapter eight

pairing: fuckboy!exbestfriend!Tom x reader | college au

summary: Tom Holland was your best friend in middle and high school and now he is the biggest player in college. Everything changed in only a few years and the only thing you want is to stay away from trouble, especially because Tom is the definition of trouble. But it is hard to stay away if there is a post-it note with a cheesy pickup line on your desk every day — from none other than Tom Holland.

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, someone making out

word count: 1,5k

A/N: I’m on a run right now, so let’s enjoy it while it lasts ;))

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How often do you get the chance to do something better or different? How often do you get a second chance? Not a lot. Sometimes you only get a second chance when you do something for it. And sometimes life gives you a second chance when you fucked up the first.

You didn’t think it was your second chance with Tom when you two met on your first day of college, it was just a coincidence. But let’s be honest, there is a reason why you cross paths so much. 

This time you are more than sure that it is the end. The notes are gone, Tom apologized, and now you both have to move on with your lives and forget this ever happened. This is an unspoken agreement. Right?

You try to stay focused and concentrate on the big stack of paper in front of you, but you just can’t anymore. You have been sitting in the library for a few hours now, even if it feels like the entire day, and the words seem to melt together. You need a coffee or a nap or just anything to get your mind off for a little.

And that’s when you hear his name.

You can’t help yourself but listen to the conversation between two girls that are sitting behind you, and a part of you hates yourself for doing this.

“I heard Tom is going to a house party on Friday. I think the boy throwing this party is in my math class. He’s cute too,” the girl says, and you can’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Of course, Tom is out there partying instead of studying or doing anything college related.

The other girl starts chuckling. “Do you really want to go to this party just to meet Tom?” she asks, “you know there is probably only a small chance that he’s going to talk to you.” As if he does not talk to every girl on this campus, and sadly he gets them all with his British charm and brown puppy eyes and chocolate curls. As if some girl would ever turn him down. 

“I have to try. He is just so hot, you know,” the first girl gives back, and for a second you furrow your brows because you don’t understand it. What do all these girls see in Tom? There is no chance in hell that they don’t know what he is doing all day and especially all night on campus. So why do they all like him so much?

You once read something about how you still remember all the little details about someone even if they aren’t in your life anymore, and nothing has hit you harder since Tom’s post-it notes.

Would all the girls still drool over the brunette if they knew that he cries when he watches Disney movies? Or that he gets freaking stubborn over his favorite chocolate? Or that he loved it to lay in your lap while you read him something out of a book?

Would they still want him if they knew that he needs more time to do his hair than you need for your entire morning routine? Or that he would exchange you for a new PlayStation game without a second thought?

Thinking about it for a second, you cannot believe that you loved all this so much about him because all this made him who he was. And in some way, all these habits were cute and kind of funny. Especially the hair one was your favorite thing to annoy him with. 

The corners of your mouth curl up in a smile as you remember all your annoying jokes and all the teasing, all the inside jokes, and the many moments you only needed to look into each other’s eyes to know that the other was laughing about you in their head. 

It is unfair that all the good memories with an old friend or lover or whatever hurt so much more than the bad ones. Good memories make you smile, but they sting in your heart too. 

So yes, what do you do with all the information about someone that is not there anymore? 

The girls behind you continue their talk about Tom, but you don’t listen to it anymore. You don’t want to hear about how charming and good-looking he is. A while later you don’t even want to hear his name anymore, so you pack your things together and leave the library.

But as if your life wants to give you a lesson for whatever, you run into the brunette boy as soon as the big doors fall close behind you. You almost stumble over your own feet as you come to a halt a few meters in front of him.

It is dark outside already and the streetlights aren’t always the best, so there could be a chance that this is not Tom, but no, no other laugh sounds like his. Nobody knows this better than you.

Tom is leaning against the opposite building, laughing and talking about something, and a girl with blonde hair is pressed against his chest. One of her hands is placed on his body while the other is curling a hair strand around her finger, and you just know that she thinks that this is the best day of her life. You can see it in her gaze. They all look like this when they get attention from Tom.

The brunette leans down a bit and whispers something in her ear that makes her chuckle, and you think you can see her blush. It is almost unfair that he only needs to say some compliments or cute things, and they are head over heals for him instantly.

But who are you to talk? Tom was your best friend, he got you pulled into his charm too. He is just a person that you want to be friends with, and not only because of his looks. But because he is friendly and funny and a good listener and everything makes a lot more fun if he is there.

He just never used it to get girls to fall for him, or worse, to only get girls to sleep with him.

The next thing you know is that Tom places his hands on the girls waist and pulls her even closer to him before he kisses her, and you scrunch up your face in disgust because it is not a sweet little kiss.

You would vomit, but that would only gain their attention, or maybe not, it seems like they are pretty focused on their make out session. Gross. It is a wonder that they did not notice you already but let’s say that their chemistry is too big to notice everything else.

You turn around and walk away from them as far as possible, your things pressed against your chest as if they are the only thing that keeps you from drowning. You don’t look back, but that does not change the fact that your chest feels tight.

At some point you were far past sadness and hurt and the anger came crawling up your body, even if you did not want to. But that is the thing with emotions, you can’t control them. The anger was there now, and oh boy, you have a lot of it.

“Do you want to get some milkshakes later?” Nate asks and nudges your foot gently with his.

The two of you are sitting opposite each other on a bench on campus. The blonde wanted to hang out after his last class, and you never say no to sitting in the sun and talking with a friend.

You look up from your book with a wide smile. “What question is this?” you raise your eyebrows, “you know I would never say no to a chocolate milkshake.”

He laughs. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, y/n. I will never ask this question again.”

“Good,” you smile. You clap your book shut and put it back into your backpack. “I only have one class left today. Do you talk to Steph?” you turn around to him. “I’m gonna be done by 3pm, I think.”

“Yeah I’ll talk to her. Have fun,” he says as you stand up and swing your backpack over your shoulder.

You roll your eyes. “Math is never fun.” Nate cracks a smile, and you wave him goodbye before you turn around.

“By the way it’s your turn!” he shouts after you and laughs when you show him your middle finger. He is an idiot but you love him.

Sliding off your chair at the end of your class, you let out a small sigh and grab your backpack to put all your stuff back. It takes you a moment to notice the small yellow paper on the back of your chair, and your heart misses a beat when you realize it.

For a second, you weight off your decisions, maybe you do not have to read it because you sure as hell don’t want to. But your curiosity is bigger, so you grab the note and let your eyes wander over it, and as soon as you are done, you crumble it up. This is enough.

Well, here I am. What were your other two wishes? -T

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100 letters, just for me (Tom Holland)

All of my fics are LGBT and PoC friendly. PAIRING: uni (fuckboy/frat) Tom x uni reader. Summary: ‘You wrote a hundred letters just for me / And I find them in my closet in the pockets of my jeans / Now I’m constantly reminded me of the time I was nineteen / Every single ones forgotten in a laundromat machine’.

“Walk of shame?” your friend, Camren, sat in the lounge, TV on low as Tom walked with his clothes carelessly thrown on his body, recovered hoodies and jumpers you previously stole sat in a pile as high as mountains in his hands, leading Camren to wonder whether or not it was really the end this time round. “Third time this week!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t be back anytime soon.” Tom slams the door behind him as hard as he could, and just when Camren thinks they can get a moment of peace, they hear a screeching sob rip through the air through the walls of your room. And Camren swears they live in a movie; a scratched CD of a bad romantic drama, that replays the part where the lovers face their problems over and over again.

‘My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it’

You remembered the start of this debacle like it was yesterday. You and Tom were in the bathtub and Tom told you to reach inside the back pocket of your jeans, he’d left something important in there. “I’m not ready to get married, if you left a ring in there. I’m only 19.” Tom kissed your shoulder, back cold and pressed against the tub - but he’d been willing to compromise to be the crutch you leaned against, to be the haven you found refuge in. To be the hill you died on.

“It better not be a ring, Holland. I swear.”

“I’ve never met someone who didn’t want to get proposed to as much as you.” He laid his chin against your shoulder once your search become successful, and you found a strip of paper in your trouser back pocket.

“My mouth hasn’t shut up about you, since you kissed it.” You turned to Tom who could only see your face in the corner of his eye, having found a new living situation of the warm, wet slope previously called your shoulder. “Tom, what is this?”

“100 letters, just for you. You’ll find them in every pair of your jeans. I’m with you forever.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and press a hard, loving kiss on your lips, causing you to drop the tiny piece upon which Tom scribbled his message. “Just for me? You stole this from a love letter by Alex Turner to Alexa Chung!” Tom couldn’t take his love-hazed gaze off of you, and kissed you again like he was oblivious to the words you were saying or you were speaking a foreign language he didn’t understand. “You don’t stop complaining, do you?”

Six months later marked the end of yours and Tom’s gap year, and you decided to move in together off campus.

“I can’t find it.” Tom smiled as he shook his head, your orange in his hand as he sat on a stool opposite your lunchbox. He knew you had a presentation that day and was eager to impress, so you’d shoved your most sensible pair of slacks in the washing machine without a care and when Tom went to unload it, his note for you torn into tiny pieces and covered in botched ink slithered out and caplunked into a minuscule puddle on your wooden floor.

“I’m serious, you didn’t write one this time.” You rummaged through your blazer pockets just to check for certain you were right before you turned to Tom with every bit of confidence that he’d truly forgotten to write you a little love letter this time around.

Tom placed the orange back into the fruit basket and opted for a tomato instead. He took note of the shock in your face and the wince you made as he juggled it, and it drew dangerously close to the ground. “Tom, don’t juggle that. If it hits the ground, it will splatter everywhere.” Tom giggled. 

“Have you checked your slacks?”

“You think I haven’t checked my trousers?” You turned your trouser pockets inside out with the flare of pride.”You’ve forgotten. It’s OK, Tom.”

You opened your lunchbox to place your orange in, but a piece of red card occupied the compartment usually owed to your snacks. 

You held the card up: “I love you from my head tomatoes.” Tom chuckled cheekily, not watching as the tomato rolled off the counter and depicted a large, red splatter on the kitchen floor. But Tom promised he would clean it up.

Tom didn’t forget about writing one love letter, until he did. And by that point, his letters had felt almost as autonomous as the days of the week. You didn’t even have to think about it, they just went by. So you’d be raking through every end of the house, expecting to find his letter.

“Tom, where’s the letter?”

“Huh? I don’t know.” Tom locked the door as if he’d been chased by wolves, looking up and down through the peephole and then giving a satisfied lick of the lip.

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” 

“As in, I don’t know - you’d have to look for it darling.”

Little did he know that’s what you spent your whole day doing. And you hadn’t found anyone with sharper eyes or a bigger will to find it for you.

You didn’t find the note that night. You didn’t know there wasn’t any.

“I found one! ‘You’re my happy place’.” Huh. Tom hadn’t written a new one in a while. He must have put a note in both of the pockets in this pair of jeans. These jeans had been tossed aside, barely worn, in fact - never worn since you’d tried them out in the dressing room at the store two months ago. You were in awe of how young love could take you so far, and kissed the tired Tom that laid beside you. You pulled back and caressed his cheek.

“Why didn’t you kiss back?” You asked, too drunk on ignorant bliss to acknowledge the warning signs and the parade of red flags that told you to leave before you got truly hurt. “M’ just tired.” And it showed. His hair was matted, clad to his face, a few shades darker that it usually was due to all the sweat. He took in every breath like he’d never breathed before and kept watering at the eye; the kind of cry you did when even the fatigue wouldn’t let you sleep. 

It was inevitable. Three months later, you and Tom broke up. You were freshly twenty, and freshly out of a relationship. Tom moved out of your shared apartment, and you found yourself trying to navigate university with a compass that seemed to only point South. You never had to have friends here before, because you had Tom. It was out of sheer luck that you stumbled upon Camren who not only shared your soul and your mind, but agreed to share your home. Tom Holland quickly became synonymous with London nightlife and out of reluctance to let you go (call it withdrawal symptoms), requested that you continue to see each other as long as romance was left out of the equation. You’d happily obliged and incessantly kept a cobweb-covered carousel going years after it stopped being the main attraction. On the nights you left with Tom, Camren was tossed aside, forgotten like coat in a cloakroom, so it was only fair game that they’d tease and whine at you when Tom left in the morning. If Tom left in the morning.

Tom was ravenous, and you ended up on Camren’s nest of a sofa. “I love the bones off you.” he muttered, and Tom was perhaps too keen to grab a handful of your backside, he docked both hands into both your pockets, fingernails scrambling at little torn pieces of paper. His heart went into panic mode. He squirmed to get out. The piece of paper landed beside you as he forcefully yanked his hands out, feeling like a prisoner freed to a world that was only half of what it was before.

‘I’d be a crazy, blind man to ever leave you.’

The room fell silent. Maybe with Camren’s TV on low, you didn’t have the space to have these moments. To stop indulging in the highs of life and really examine why the lows were the lows.

“Tom. I’m demanding honesty.”

Tom sighs. He’s so different these days, so cold. He unentangles your bodies and huffs and puffs like a little kid who hasn’t gotten their way. This, before you’d even said anything. You don’t know if you can deal with this white noise. 

“I just want to know why we broke up.”

Tom chooses to look at the artwork opposite the couch, because his safe place is no longer his safe place. Because now that you’re demanding honesty, instead of taking it when it comes, his happy place becomes his vulnerable. Tom didn’t like to be vulnerable. It’s why he ended things in the first place.

“Well, we’re in uni..” Tom’s not sure if he wants to continue. He can feel the spotlight on him, you looking at him. He’s center stage but not one for attention. He’s suddenly painfully aware of the fragility of his answer, and worries it will go ‘splat!’ and make like a tomato, and then you’ll really never speak to him again. He furrows his brows as he looks down into his lap, twiddling and pulling at his fingers as if they had the answer (they used to) before he says it in the best way he knows how, your eyes boring into him. “We’re at uni, and there’s so many beautiful women and handsome men, and mighty attractive human beings walking around here, and it’s hard to believe one person you met at a stupid age could compare to the pool of people that are here.”

And how it sounds in Tom’s head, how he meant it is so much better to the way it sounds and means to you. Because words like ‘compare’ and ‘pool of people’ highlight how insignificant and worthless Tom felt he was to you. He felt he communicated how he insecure he was feeling. To you? Words like ‘comapre’ only shine a torch on your own insecurities and phrases like ‘pool of people’ makes you contemplate whether Tom was ever unfaithful, and it made you feel insignificant, worthless. 

“So, I’m definitely not the only person in your life right now.” Tom looks up and before he can say anything- “I’m not something you can butter up and taste when you get bored.”

“Y/N.” Tom starts. “That would never be the way I could see you.”

“I’d like you to leave, Tom.”

And leave he does.

Two weeks later, you and Camren found yourself in a predicament. “Can you get it out?” Camren had their hand down the drain of your bathtub. Cautiously, they launched two fingers in. “Can you get it out?” You asked again, nibbling lightly on the tip of your nails out of nervousness.

“Honestly, it doesn’t feel that big.” Camren stops their search after hooking their finger around the culprit of which blocked your plughole. “It’s a piece of fucking paper.” Camren sighs a breath of relief. “My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it.”

You breathe in.

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𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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𝐌𝐨𝐛!𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐌𝐨𝐛!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭!𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐂𝐄𝐎!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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𝐐𝐎𝐇!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞!𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥!𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

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𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬. 

𝐂𝐞𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐁𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬, 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢��𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔

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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐌𝐜𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Chapter One- Senior Year

Chapter Two- Why Is He In Your Bed

Chapter Three- Kisses

Chapter Four- A Date

Chapter Five- Girlfriend and Movies

Chapter Six- IDFC

Chapter Seven-War Of Hearts

Chapter Eight- Hold On

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 

𝐂𝐄𝐎!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Chapter One- Marry Me

Chapter Two- Vegas Baby

Chapter Three- Mr & Mrs Raeken

Chapter Four- Honeymoon

Chapter Five- Versace ✍

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limits of desire⤳t.h.||epilogue

Epilogue: Wallking down an aisle. 

story summary: you met Tom a night he was trying to sleep with you, it didn’t work and you became best of friends. Wedding bells might be ringing for when you both realize what you really feel.

summary: the one with the wedding and the magazine article

pairing: fuckboy!tom holland x best friend!reader

warnings: hmm an article, swearing, julia roberts, fluff :)

word count: 5.K

previous chapter series masterlist Here’s my new story! Perfidy (enemies to lovers)  a one shot after this: Tom’s proposal

Anyway, thanks for sticking up to this story, for giving it a chance and for the support. I’m super sad it’s ending but I’m glad you guys stuck asdlas love you.

Your wedding day, according to movies and books, is the best day of your life. The bride is blushing and glowing and everything goes perfect. But, that is usually not the case, not in real life, at least. Because you’ll see shoes flying and people screaming and running around a room. People rushing in with the bride and calling the groom.  

Lizzie was staring at the clock in her phone, she was calling everyone, y/n was nowhere to be found and she needed her friend. There were a lot of things to do, and y/n had promised to be there at 7 am sharp. 

It was a good thing Lizzie had not made a mistake in choosing Mexico as the location, knowing it meant a lot of drama involved with y/n, but there could’ve been a reason behind it. Where things had ended for y/n happened to be the place where it had started for Lizzie. 

Lizzie was, in all matters, freaking out. Her mother and sisters were overwhelming her with questions and picking her hair and running around her room. But none of them mattered, she needed her very best friend. But she thought that maybe y/n wasn’t feeling her best. Lizzie thought about this, was y/n having a breakdown over this? 

She thought that maybe y/n wasn’t exactly fine with weddings. Sure, she’d been writing about this for a while now, but it wasn’t the same writing about it than living on it. 

But this was Lizzie’s big day, she couldn’t possibly be bothered by it, should she? But she wanted her best friend to be along with her. 

Lizzie was getting married. 

It was 8 am, where the hell was she? That’s all Lizzie could think about. And she wasn’t the only one who was late, Hannah and Jess were late too. Great friends Lizzie had. 

But Lizzie, she hadn’t told anyone, was having second thoughts. She was too nervous for this. Because the stylist wasn’t there yet, her bridesmaids’ dresses had arrived in a different colour, red, not pink. Red. And because the venue had called her wedding planner and told her there had been an issue with the salmon and now they were serving chicken. 

Everything was going bollocks. 

Lizzie was having an attack, but it seemed like her prayers had come true because Hannah and Jess had walked in, with their dresses in their hands and makeup bags. 

“I’m sorry we’re late!” Hannah said. “Y/N’s new article was published!” Hannah waved the magazine in her hand. 

Lizzie blinked and frowned. “What?” 

Jess nudged Hannah. “Sorry, no, that’s not why we’re late. We went to pick up the dresses” 

Hannah widened her eyes and left the magazine on the bed. 

“Where the hell is y/n?” Asked Lizzie. “I can’t seem to reach her, it sends me to fucking voicemail!” 

Jess and Hannah side-eyed each other. 

“Didn’t you see her insta story?” Hannah asked and Jess nudged her again. 

“What? No! I’ve been kinda busy! Where the hell is she?” Asked Lizzie. “Gosh I need her, she’ll be able to calm me down! Did she… Did she run away? Some shit like that?” 

“No! No, but last night-” Hannah started

“Shut up!” Jess glared at Hannah. “She’ll be here, don’t worry,” Jess assured her. “She went to look for another stylist because we were told Jamie hadn’t arrived yet.” 

Lizzie stood up. “Alright.” They all watched her. “Alright.” Lizzie took a deep breath. “I can’t do this.” 

“What?” Lizzie’s mother questioned. 

“Call Harrison, I can’t do this.” 

“No, no,” Hannah walked over as Lizzie’s sisters were also trying to calm her down. 

“It’s okay, Lizzie, you’re just stressed out, it’ll be okay,” Jess started. 

“Everyone, please just leave, I need a moment to myself,” Lizzie explained. 

“C’mon, Liz!” Hannah insisted. 

The wedding planner stepped in. “No, no, she’s right, give her some time, everyone out,” she ordered and the room that was once full of bustle was now too quiet. 

Lizzie plopped on her bed, and snuggled into her white rob and then stared at the dress. Was she able to do this? 

She felt butterflies and knives at the same time. She was unsafe. She needed to talk to y/n, who had been there all along. Y/N had been the perfect maid of honour, even if Lizzie had initially been reluctant after complaining about Y/N choosing Tom over her on her first wedding. 

Lizzie knew hadn’t really talked about how it felt to be about to get married, partly, Lizzie knew, it had to do a little bit with the fact that y/n wanted to marry her maid of honour instead. It came with the territory. 

But Lizzie was having second thoughts because she did want to get married but it seemed like the universe was telling her not to. The salmon? The stylist? It had to mean something. Because she had planned this wedding perfectly. If there was something going wrong, it meant her marriage was going to go wrong, right? 

She tried ringing her friend again and it sent straight to voicemail. She went on Instagram to see if Y/N’s story could solve anything. There was no new Instagram story, not for her close friends, and no new one. Had y/n blocked her? Was y/n having a crisis due to the wedding? 

Maybe asking y/n to be her maid of honour hadn’t been the best idea, after all y/n used to call herself the runaway bride and Lizzie was sure that Y/N probably didn’t want to do anything else with weddings. Even if she wrote a wedding column in a magazine. 

She knew that today was supposedly a very important day for y/n’s column on the magazine, apparently, y/n was now going to be promoted as to one of the usuals and not only a dumb column. An editor, maybe? Lizzie didn’t know, her head had been too busy planning a wedding that she hadn’t really paid attention to her best friend. 

She stared at the magazine that Hannah had left there, lying on top of the white blanket.  Lizzie frowned, did she have to read her best friend’s column? 

She sighed, she did. It was the closest thing to having her best friend beside her. She opened the magazine to a beautiful shot of her best friend wearing a wedding dress with running shoes, surrounded by some DVDs and cassettes of old Julia Roberts’ movies. 

The Runaway Bride, the title was in a big, elegant pink font. It wasn’t like her usual columns, small and with barely a page of it. This was a long article. Lizzie smiled, proud of y/n and then proceeded to read it. 

Tom knew that Haz himself had had his doubts too if he was honest to himself. Harrison was freaking out and he knew that there was a big chance that Lizzie had wanted to back up. Tom had been the one to calm him down. 

“It’s gonna be okay!” 

“What do you know?” Haz had snapped. “First, thanks for being bloody late. Why were you late?” 

Tom cleared his throat. “There was a problem with your bride’s stylist and I helped y/n to find a new one.” 

“Because they have to do everything together now, remember?” Sam teased, making Tuwaine and Harry giggle. 

“Shut up,” Tom blushed but then coughed away his embarrassment.

“And why did you leave early yesterday?” Haz questioned. 

Tuwaine and the twins widened their eyes, Tom hadn’t told him yet. 

“Uh, I had… a stomach ache,” Tom lied. “No, but Haz, calm down. It’s gonna turn out smoothly.” 

“You’re one to talk! You ruined one wedding man, what if some ex of her decides to fucking show up and bloody tell her he loves her?” 

“In that case,” Harry laughed. “Y/N would walk in and ruin the wedding, she’s the maid of honour.” 

“You’re not helping, dickhead,” Tom told his brother off. “Haz, look, you have to calm down, everything will be alright. This is great, she loves you, alright? And I barely doubt anyone would come back for Lizzie, no, no no, I’m joking, I’m joking.” 

Harrison rolled his eyes. 

“Look, that stuff doesn’t usually happen, that one time happened because the bride was marrying someone who she didn’t love, and Lizzie loves you, right?” Tom pushed.

“Right, right, but fuck, I’m so bloody nervous!” Haz had his tie around his neck and he was trying to get it right.

“Calm down, dumbass,” Tom laughed as he helped Harrison with his tie. “Everything will be alright.” 

“Yeah man, it’ll be okay.” 

“I mean, you are marrying Lizzie, not sure how that’s gonna go but,” Tom teased, earning Haz’s middle finger. “I’m joking,” he laughed. “C’mon, c’mon.” 

“Dude, everything has gone wrong,” Haz explained. “Something about the salmon and the dresses! And gosh, we’ve been planning this wedding for months and things are tearing up.” 

Tom bit his lip. “Okay, I know, I know… I make everything about y/n but.” 

“Oh god, don’t start,” Harry rolled his eyes. 

“Look,” Tom ran to his bag and took out a magazine. “Maybe… read this, maybe it’ll help you.” 

“How in the bloody hell is reading a fashion magazine going to help me?” Haz questioned. 

“Read it.” 

And so the bride and the groom were synchronized, reading a fashion magazine. 

The Runaway Bride. 

By Y/N Y/L/N

I guess by now, you’ve been reading me for a while, and the world, I hope, has forgotten who I initially was. Maybe you know me as the girl who’s been giving you advice on wedding dresses, on venues and on cakes. 

That’s not who I was before all of this. Maybe you knew about my name before I started writing that column here. 

After the world took a turn on me, I  decided to instead turn it around for me. Maybe the person who was meant to read this will actually read this and clear her doubts, I know you have them. Maybe you’ll smile. Maybe you won’t. Maybe this is my way of clearing your doubts, after all, I am your friend. 

There’s not much I can say about me, my name is Y/N, I am an invisible journalist who initially wanted to talk about everyone and everything else and now I’m here writing about myself.  I can’t say much about me, I guess. I like my tea with lemon and honey, and I also like it with sugar and cream. Depends on my mood, but I usually prefer iced coffee or a pink mimosa. I love poetry, and I wish I could share a dessert with someone right now, 

I am a girl with layers. I do have a story, though. 

When I was young I remembered watching all Julia Roberts movies and aspiring to be like her. Don’t tell my mum, but  I watched Pretty Woman at a very young age, even if I didn’t quite understand it if I’m honest. But I remember standing up and digging into my mum’s closet to wear some heels, a white coat and a hat to walk down her room to the beat of that infamous song, after that amazing scene. 

“Big Mistake, Huge!” I would yell at the same time as Julia. It was a Cinderella for grown-ups type of story. I didn’t quite understand what Vivian's job was, but I understood that she had to kiss Richard Gere and I was fine with that. 

I want that to be my job if I’m honest. Can you blame me? 

Anyone who knows me, knows I love all Julia Roberts’ movies. Little would I know how much like Julia Roberts’ films my life would turn out to be? 

I would like to pride myself on that I’ll become a successful writer like she was on Eat, pray, love.

However, my dream didn’t quite exactly come as I had planned it. Be careful of what you wish, I guess. So far I haven’t found myself moving to Italy to understand the power and pleasure of nourishment, neither have I gone to India to pray and so far I haven’t gone to Indonesia to find my true love. 

I did go to Mexico however, and found pleasure in their food. I have gone to my mother’s house and she’s made me pray, and I’ve been to London, and honestly I think this city is truly the love of my life. 

Maybe I’m lying. I have met true love, but I guess it’s not the time to talk about it. We will move on to that later. 

But I guess I can’t really write a memoir on that, or should I?  However, I guess I’ll have to tell my side of the story, don’t you think? 

My life did turn into a Julia Roberts’ movie. Not in the ones I thought

It started with a dress, as red as Julia’s in Pretty Woman, a dress and someone helping me with a necklace. I guess by now, my name rings some stories and even though the stories are inverted, and I really feel like I shouldn’t be writing this, this was an open spot for me to speak my mind, to crawl out of my little corner where I liked to be invisible. In my constant pursuit of Julia Roberts’ life, I found myself in a very weird predicament. 

I would love to think about it like that scene where he placed that gorgeous necklace around her bare neck, and it kind of stuck. Though, that scene led to a round of unfortunate events. 

I fell in love, and though it doesn’t sound as a tragedy, it certainly involved into one, because I fell in love and then proceeded to get engaged… with another man. 

It all continued, if I think about it, as “My Best Friend’s Wedding.” Though it sounds cheesy and different. And in no way was my ex-fiancée as Cameron Diaz. At least I don’t want to think that, I didn’t like Cameron in that movie, and I very much liked my ex-fiancé, too much for my own convenience. It’s not a sin, and I hope he’s doing amazing. I still love him. 

I’m afraid I didn’t play Julia Roberts’ in that part. My best friend did, however, and I happened to be very in love with my best friend. Note to whoever is reading this: if you happen to be in love with your best friend, don’t make them your maid of honor. 

Or do, and do yourself a favor, don’t let it be too late. If you love someone, tell them. If you love someone, don’t get engaged to someone else. 

I guess that gives context to me. 

If you were to take a few minutes to google me, I know my name is dragged with headlines which are not so pleasant to read. But hopefully, now I can be seen besides the many articles I’ve written. But a few months ago, I was painted as the bad one. 

So, instead of rolling along, I decided, instead, to rename myself as yet another one of Julia’s characters. After all, that’s all I wanted to be. 

“The Runaway Bride.” Sounds catchy. 

Have control of my own life for once. 

Because I did run away. And even if I think I should be giving no explanation to the world, I guess maybe I could use this chance to guide another person who lost herself along the way, too. Maybe you’ll find yourself reading this and understanding my words. You’re probably wondering why a runaway bride has been giving you advice on how to choose your jewels, or how to get your face prepped for your big day. Seems like a hypocrite, but I feel like someone who still believes in weddings even after running away from one, has something to say. 

I’ve always been the perfect daughter, I’ve tried to, at least. I had perfect grades, got home early and didn’t cause much trouble. That was until I graduated, for sure. I’ve always done what everyone told me to do and I followed the path everyone expected me to follow. 

My biggest sin has been falling in love with terrible timing, I’ve loved when I didn’t have to and I didn’t when I had to. 

Timing really, that’s my biggest sin. 

Most of my life I’ve known when to say no, and when to say yes. But it came to a point when saying those words would change me. 

Both words have betrayed me and I am not proud of it. The first time it betrayed me was when someone got down on one knee, and even though I knew in my heart there was an indecisive voice inside, a yes came clear through my mouth. 

Don’t get me wrong, at the time, I did mean it. Who would’ve thought that a simple word gave me such a nightmare?

I know, I know, why are they including me in the wedding section if I ran away from my own wedding? It sounds ironic, I was even skeptical when they asked me to. 

Because even if it’s late to admit it, I may have not yet married anyone as of right now when I’m writing this, maybe someday it’ll be different. But I do know what love feels like. And I know what it doesn’t feel like. 

And maybe you’ve read the articles and realized it, every advice I give you relies on something: It won’t matter in the end, because you’ll see them as you walk down the aisle, and everything will turn to be better. 

Because saying “yes” should never bring in guilt. Probably, like most people, if you said yes, then you were sure of it and I truly hope you didn’t say “yes” just for the reason I now know I did. You shouldn’t say yes because you want to be loved, you should say yes because you want to love. 

I’m a monster, I know. But I’ve learned a thing or two. 

Someone once told me to picture my wedding. And I know, most of us have planned it since our childhood, some have pictured it perfectly, from the flowers to the band, some just know they want a big cake, or some only have been hovering through Pinterest boards. That’s alright. 

But when the moment comes, it won’t matter. In the end, you won’t remember if the cutlery was gold or silver. 

When you’re planning a wedding you see yourself through the different stages, there is a checklist that should be ticked, and time will rush to it. Everyone rushes you into thinking it should be perfect. 

I even had a checklist and I would try to tick off every single box of it because it had to be perfect. But looking at it now, each and every one of those led to the disaster of me turning into Julia Roberts’ character and running the heck out of my wedding. 

Because I gave myself such little time to understand that what I wanted was to be with someone else, and I shouldn’t have invited that said person to the wedding. 

Let me tell you something, I had always wanted a certain wedding, I knew the theme, I wanted the flowers, the perfect venue. And I fell in love with an amazing wedding dress, everything was planned. 

But someone told me that, in the end, it wouldn’t matter, because let me tell you something, I am very sure that when the right person comes, it won’t. 

And they told me that what could go wrong would go wrong, but it wouldn’t matter as long as the love of my life was at the end of the aisle. 

In my case, it did, everything went wrong. The flowers had been changed, the day before they’d told me the menu we had chosen was changed, too. My hair looked awful, I was not wearing the white dress I had chosen, and it wouldn’t have mattered. But it did, because my whole wedding was meant to be a disaster. Because they were small details, and they shouldn’t have mattered. 

And trust me, at a point they didn’t. 

I was walking down the aisle to commit the biggest mistake of my life. And if the love of my life hadn’t interrupted my wedding, I would have become Julia Roberts on Eat Pray Love. A sad wife. 

But I knew that had it been the one who interrupted the wedding the one I was getting married to, it wouldn’t have mattered, I could’ve had paper rings, I could’ve had the ugliest of flowers, or no flowers at all, and I wouldn’t have cared, because he would’ve been at the end of the aisle. 

Because that’s love. And right now as I turn around to the love of my life who is listening to his music and drinking a beer, I know it. I don’t need a checklist, I could marry him right now, wearing our pj’s and using ring pops. Yes, the actual candy. Because what matters is I want to spend the rest of my life with him, discovering his good and bad sides. 

But to know this, I had to run away. And I’m not telling you to run away. But sometimes we have to be away from someone to realize they’re a part of us. Maybe you took the time to google me, or maybe you didn’t so I’ll give you a quick summary. 

My best friend, and love fo my life stopped my wedding, I rejected him and then I ran away from the altar. 

And maybe, you’re thinking, why not go with the love of your life? 

Because I wasn’t ready. And I realized that one doesn’t have to choose. One shouldn’t have to choose. 

So I chose myself. And saying goodbye to the love of my life wasn’t easy, you know? 

It’s delicate, and my reputation could jeopardize his. That’s love you know? Knowing that sometimes you have to choose yourself and that sometimes you should make decisions so you don’t hurt them. But at some point you have to look up. 

And I can’t stress this enough, if you don’t know yourself and you don’t know what you want, you can’t expect your significant other to know it, either. 

But before I ran away, I had to make it clear that I wanted to come back to him. Which brings me to the next Julia Roberts movie, which is kind of stupid, I know. Notting Hill, then again, I wasn’t Julia in the situation. I gave away all my secrets, from someone who never liked to speak up, I had to. 

Yes, like Hugh Grant did, I crashed a press conference and I confessed my love to him. Then we went our separate ways. At that point, I just saw how the whole world turned gray. 

I thought to myself: ‘Is it too stupid? Maybe I regret it.’ And I just thought about it, an address I don’t want to remember, a city far away from home. A hotel that perfectly mirrors it. A time when saying no meant keeping secrets. And honestly, right now, I don’t mind having no secrets anymore, I am waiting to give them all away, when he’s ready, when I’m ready. Because now there are no limits I can think of. 

And I changed, from wanting the perfect wedding, with every single detail the way I wanted it to, to the wedding that could be held in his living room. From wanting 300 hundred guests to being the two of us. 

So here’s my advice to you, whoever you may be. Find a story, dream of something. Don’t get a boring life, go and try to find someone who’d understand you’d have to choose yourself first. Fall in love with yourself first and the wedding will follow along, and love, love without any inconvenience. Don’t be afraid to love, don’t hide away, don’t try to keep all your secrets. And make that checklist, and then do it for yourself, set your date, when you’re ready. Make that guest list so you have everyone you care and love, get the perfect place, the perfect food, and plan the most fun of the honeymoons. 

But before anything else, find yourself and let the person you’re marrying find you, delicately, like a poem, let them read you. Because when you do this, when both of you choose yourselves and each other, nothing else matters, it’s just the strawberries decorating the care. And everything will turn out to be easy, even if love isn’t, the path will be opened and the limits of desire will finally go away. 

And when you love someone, you’ll realize it, paper rings are enough. Because  when your love is so strong, it won’t matter if they changed the cake, or if your bridesmaids’ dresses weren’t the colour you asked. 

Maybe I don’t have the best experience, maybe my advice sucks,  but I hope we can get along this journey. And I’ll be joining you in your path, help you out to stay away from the path of becoming the runaway bride like me. Helping you along the way  to understand what love should feel like, helping you out to stay away from the mistakes I made. Helping you choose yourself so you can be ready to walk down an aisle. Helping you out to be the Julia Roberts you choose to be, not the one the world made you. Maybe I’ll find myself along the way, too, and maybe I’ll be ready to do it, too. 

I know that by the time this comes out, I’ll be helping my friend with her wedding dress, and I know that she’ll be the happiest she could be. And with all my heart, I wish her the perfect wedding, paper or gold rings, I know she’s walking down an aisle to the love of her life. And I couldn’t be happier for her. 

We’ll see how this goes.

Yours, truly, 

The Runaway Bride

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Being at the end of the aisle gives you a perspective. Maybe Tom was not the one who was at the actual end, but it felt weird. Especially considering what had happened just the night before, a secret he had to yet keep to himself. 

He knew Harrison was sweating. And he knew that probably Harrison would feel even more butterflies than Tom, but the music started to play, the moment had come in, everyone turned around to look at how the bridesmaids were walking down the aisle led by y/n, Tom lost it. It felt good, it felt like magic. And the moment his eyes met hers he knew that he’d never regret the decision he’d made. And she looked at him like she was feeling the same thing, as if time had stopped for her as well, as if the music was for them and only them. As if she was whispering their secret, and he looked down at her hand, and smiled. 

He saw the red dress, and he knew that for once, he’d chosen the right girl, who was wearing the wrong dress. And Tom had to stop himself, even if he desired to kiss her, he knew he’d have to stop. But she walked to the end of the aisle and was across from him. 

Then, everything stopped as the bride was walking in, she looked perfect, with the veil cascading down and her eyes as bright as they could be. But Tom couldn’t look at her, he was too busy admiring y/n. And maybe it was a coincidence but she turned around and locked eyes with him, and he could see how she ran out of breath as she dedicated a smile to him, one that was made for him and only him. He felt his heart stop because they were speaking with their eyes, and he knew what she meant. He felt it too. And everyone was focusing on the bride but they could only look at each other, maybe it was selfish, maybe it wasn’t. Maybe the love around them was inspiring them. 

‘I love you,’ they had mouthed to each other. 

And Tom knew it, that their little secret was just a secret. Because this wasn’t their day, and they didn’t mind it wasn’t. But he knew that even if nobody had noticed the ring on y/n’s hand, it could’ve been made out of paper, and that if they had to set the date, they’d do,it the very next date, with only them as the guests and barely any theme. They didn’t need any flowers or any fancy venue, they didn’t need to mail the save the dates or hire a vendor. They could marry in their underwear, and they didn’t need to book a honeymoon and she needed no bridal shower, and the menu could be a chocolate cake and a strawberry cheesecake. Her something new could be a mere bracelet, and her something borrowed, old and blue could be a blue shirt of his. Their bridesmaids and the best man could be some random toys. But it wouldn’t matter, because they’d be tying the knot, and it wouldn’t matter because  their vows would be perfect, and she’d finally say I do. And that was the only thing that mattered, that they’d be together. 

Because that night, while they were dancing, Tom had chosen the right red dress. Because love is easy when the right person comes. Yes, they had their loads of difficulties, but it seemed that whenever they were together, everything just stopped, everything else  was ordinary, everything was easy. They made mistakes, but everybody does. 

Maybe Tom was not that prince charming to arrive on a white horse, and maybe y/n was not a princess either. Maybe they’ve been wrong this whole time, but they don’t want to hide anymore, because Tom may have tried to get in bed with the wrong girl years ago, but she turned out to be the right one. And y/n used to think that Tom had eyes for everyone for her, but whenever she was in the room, everything else disappeared. And yes, they had to run away to realize they’d run back into each other.  Because maybe they’ve crossed the limits of desire, but maybe, they should’ve always been crossed. 

The end. 

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[lousimusician]

Masterlist

Updated: December 2, 2019

Key:

Angst- 💔

Smut- 💦

1k+ notes- *

5k+ notes- +

One-Shots

Peter Parker

Hickies *

Is That My Bra? *

You’re Dating Her *

I Know Who You Are

You’ve Changed💔

Strung Along💔

What If (Sex Pollen Spin Off)💦*

Rambling*

Mob!Tom

What Did He Do? *

What’s My Rule? 💦*

Boxer!Tom

Distractions

Mini-Series 

Peter Parker

Oblivious: Part 1💔 Part 2

Heart Broken: Part 1💔

Friends: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3  (completed)

Breaking Up: Part 1 Part 2 (completed)💔

The Goddess of Mischief: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (completed)💦*

Sex Pollen: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Completed) 💦+

Alright, Let’s Do This One Last Time (Sex Pollen spin off): Part 1 💦 Part 2

Pierced: Part 1 Part 2 💦

Touch Starved: Part 1

Mob!Tom

If Only You Were Awake; I Was Awake

Cheater: Part 1💦/💔 Part 2 

Fuckboy!Tom

Drunk: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3💦💔

Series

Peter Parker

I Want You Back Masterlist (Completed Dec. 31 2019)💔💔💔

Inexperienced Masterlist💦💦💦

Mob!Tom

Losing Innocence💔💦: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Fratboy!Tom

The Set Up Masterlist💔💦

Headcanons

Peter Parker

Wet Dreams💦

Praise Kink💦

Dom!Peter💦

Aftercare💦

Mob!Tom

Praising💦

Requests

Peter Parker

Sub!Peter Headcanons💦

Presentation

Dinner💦

Dialogue

Loki’s Daughter💦

Read💦

Black and White

Promise

Faking It💦

Friends to Lovers

Broken Arm💦

Backstage💦

Punk Rock

Jealous💦

Lightning💦

Caught💦

Dead Girl Walking💦

We Have Thin Walls Here 💦

Tom Holland

Vegas

Why It’s Fun To Be A Tease 💦

Tom finds your vibrator 💦

Silly 💔

Mob!Tom

Tom Dating a Clumsy Reader // I Would Never Hurt You

Let Me Hear You💦

Fainted💔

Stay💦

Italian Mob

First Kill💔

Attention💔

Married💔

Soulmates: Part 1 Part 2

Cheater?

Thigh Riding 💦

Hospital 💔

Fight 💔

Little Sister 💦

Friends With Benefits

Fratboy!Tom

Trying To Adjust 💔// Trying To Adjust (Part 2)

Boxer!Tom

Support

[tomthesoftie]

prompt list

hello! so, i’ve decided to make a prompt list. there are 101 prompts in here, with the help of chrmdpoet and ships4you. if you want to have a fic written to one of the prompts, send your requests here: requests

“It’s really not that complicated.”

“Close the door.”

“It’s 3 in the morning.”

“I should have told you a long time ago.”

“Why are you helping me?”

“You have to leave right now.”

“Just trust me.”

“I’ve been waiting a long time.”

“You’re in love with her.”

“Come here.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“I can explain.”

“Love is overrated.”

“Watch me.”

“I’ve missed this.”

“I don’t owe you an explanation.”

“We have to be quiet.”

“You’re trembling.”

“I want an answer, goddammit!”

“It was you the whole time.”

“Tell me again.”

“This is why we can’t have nice things.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t see me.”

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

“You could have died.”

“Prove it.”

“I might never get another chance to say this.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

“Lie to me then.”

“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

“We need to talk about what happened last night.”

“I never stood a chance, did I?”

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“Are you drunk?”

“I still remember the way you taste.”

“How much of that did you hear?”

“What happens if I do this?”

“Why are you whispering?”

“You make me want things I can’t have.”

“I don’t want to screw this up.”

“People are staring.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry.”

“Stay with me.”

“Walk out that door and we’re through.”

“I hate how much I love you”

“Why are you so jealous?”

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Just leave me alone.”

“I need some time.”

“Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself.”

“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, ‘cause guess what? It did!”

“Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”

“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”

“Just talk to me.”

“Bite me.”

“If you insist.”

“I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the shit out of me.”

“Why are you so nice to me?”

“We’ll get through this, I promise.”

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

“You’re mine. I don’t share.”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

“If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

“Make me.”

“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?”

“I think I forgot how to breath.”

“Stop biting your fucking lip!”

“You’re blushing.”

“I missed something didn’t I?”

“You come to my room and wake me up at 3 A.M, to cuddle?”

“Well, this is awkward.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“You look like you need a hug.”

“Please come home, I miss you.”

“You’re so fucking adorable.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Let’s cuddle.”

“Sometimes I really don’t like you”

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you ever since.”

“You’re seriously a child.”

“I’m too sober for this.”

“Oh god, I need a drink”

“Do that again, I dare you.”

“I feel like I’m falling apart and nothing can fix me. Help me.”

“I can’t fucking believe you!”

“Never judge a book by its cover.”

“I was a bet?”

“I’m such a fucking idiot for thinking that you would ever fall for me.”

“Baby, open the door.”

“Were you crying?”

“What have I done?” 

“I never want to see you again!”

“You hurt me. I don’t know if I can ever forgive you for what you did.”

“Will you marry me?”

“No matter where you go, how long you’re gone, even if you fall in love with someone else, I will always be here for you. Always.”

“You could lie to me, you could ignore me for days on end, hell, you could break my heart into a million pieces, but how could you cheat on me?”

[missnxthingg]

Can you do cocky college Tom? Y/N hates him cuz he is such a player and so arrogant, but of course he is also extremely hot. One night, there's a costume party and Tom shows up in something ridiculous that shows off his body -- all his muscles and his bulge. Throughout the night, he keeps flirting and flexing until he finally wins her over. And then he's super dominant, making her go to her knees for a BJ. He makes her gag while he dirty talks and boasts and smirks :)

A/N: I’m so sorry I took too long to get to it. I have to be on the mood of writing smut to do it properly. I’ve been working on it for the past week and it’s going to have two parts, okay? If you, anon, want to be tagged on part two, send me a message! Also, I needed to give it a name and I fucking hated it, might change it later.

Pairing: College!Fuckboy!Tom x Reader

Words: 3.8K

Warnings: Smut, oral (f and m receiver), swearing, I don’t know how many more, but it’s pretty dirty.

PART TWO

masterlist - main blog 

Cinnamon Coffee - Part One

College is supposed to be an amazing experience for everyone. Going out of your comfort zone, finally knowing what is like to be a grown up, meeting a lot of new people, make new friends and mess around with all sorts of people. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) couldn’t deny, she was very excited to pack her things and start her new life.

The dorm she got in was huge, with a beautiful front garden where a lot of girls could hang out whenever they want to. Her roommate was cute and very funny, easily to become friends with. She got the right side of the room, letting (Y/N) with no choice but to get the left one. But it was a big room though, with enough space for the both of them.

The first week was good, mostly getting to know the campus and the freshmans. A lot of parties and activities to make people bound before the classes even started. (Y/N) also took a time to chill out and get to know around the campus, and that’s how she discovered that they had a coffee shop right between her dorm and the boys dorm, and that their coffee was really great. One chilly day, she decided to go get some breakfast and just stay at her room and watch TV with her roommate.

“Morning Lizzie.” She greeted the barista. It became a common thing since she’s been going there for everyday during a week.

“Morning (Y/N). What it will be today?” She asked and (Y/N) glanced around the counter, thinking about what to order.

“I want a cinnamon latte, banana bread and croissant.”

“Done in a minute.”

(Y/N) smiled and turned around to watch for somewhere to sit and wait for her order to get ready, but something got in her way, or someone.

“Oi, watch it, gorgeous.” The person said and (Y/N) glanced up to find a beautiful boy, curly brown locks, strong arms and a bright smile.

“Sorry, I’m just sleepy.”

“Don’t worry about it, pretty one.” He touched her chin and winked.

“Uhm, personal space?” She said, thinking that he didn’t even knew her to be touching her chin.

“I’m Tom, by the way. Tom Holland.” He smiled, running his fingers through his hair. “Do you have a name, pretty angel?”

“Not really any of your-”

“(Y/N), your order is ready.” The barista called and she shut her eyes in anger.

“(Y/N), what a pretty name. Fits the pretty owner.” He smiled and she turned around to pay for her order. Tom stopped her, paying for her order. “Keep the change.”

“Why did you do that? You don’t even know me. And I don’t know you either.”

“Oh, but you will, baby girl.” He waved and turned around to get out of there. “See ya’ around, (Y/N).”

She just simply stood there, trying to digest what just happened, when a voice called her back to Earth.

“Oh, he’s such a player.” Lizzie said, cleaning the counter. “He’s been coming here for a whole week and I’ve already seen him paying for three girls.”

“Good to know.” (Y/N) said, before she thanked the barista and got back to her dorm.

After that day, the boy kept popping up everywhere she was. Tom was at every party, every game and soon he was in the psychology class. The day she saw him coming into the door, she almost dropped that one class immediately, specially when he sat behind her with a playful smile on his face.

“Hello gorgeous, I didn’t know you took psychology for major.” He caressed her cheek, smiling tenderly.

“And I’m considering dropping out right now.” She removed his hand out of her face, turning to her notebook resting on the table.

“Why so angry, baby girl? I’m just trying to be nice.”

“As you do to every girl.”

It was true. Tom did everything to impress every girl around. He didn’t need much, having a totally flawless body and being a super hot guy. But he winked, he picked on their waist, smiled, looked right into their eyes. So it didn’t take long until he got every girl on the campus to fall in love with him. That way, he started to ruin her Saturday mornings reading in the front garden.

The day she found it ruined was the worst. She accidentally got up early and she changed her clothes and got out to find something to do. She bought coffee and lied a blanket in the grass under a tree to drink it, eat small fruits and read a book. It was a normal Saturday morning for her, until she noticed a couple of girls almost passing out next to her, looking at something behind her back. And there he was, a tight shirt on, drinking his water slowly so the girls would enjoy the view. She rolled her eyes and he noticed.

“Morning (Y/N)!”

“Fuck off!” She shouted back, not getting her attention out of the book.

“Come on beautiful, I’m trying to be nice.”

“Maybe you should try and be less of a show off.”

“Can’t do that darling.” He smiled and continued his walk.

“Fucking pathetic.”

It was a pretty common thing to see him around girls. In the halls, in parties. God, she even caught him making out with one small ginger in the library. It was nonstop and it annoyed her so much, specially because he would be always going after her.

“Morning pretty angel, got your usual, you can thank me with a kiss.” He said to her once, giving her a coffee. She shook her head no and continued her walk.

“If that’s the payment, I’m not accepting it.” She said and he sighed.

“Come on, what am I supposed to do with a cinnamon latte? I don’t even like cinnamon.”

“Give it to another poor girl, I don’t fucking care.”

“But I bought it for you. Please accept it, as a friendly move.” (Y/N) stopped at the door and accepted the coffee.

“Thank you.” She directed herself into her class, thanking every god there is it wasn’t psychology class. This way she wasn’t going to spend two full hours with Tom.

She really started to think he was starting to change with that nice move, that until she saw him doing the same thing with another girl on her dorm. (Y/N)’s heart broke, but again, she wasn’t expecting much out of him.

They both continued their lives, him teasing her a lot, and trying to flirt too, while she tried to ignore him everytime he approached. The more time passed by, the more he wanted to make her his, at least for one night.

She was driving him insane. Maybe it was the fact that she’s the only girl who doesn’t want to be with him, and also adding the fact that she was completely gorgeous. He would watch her from far and be completely amused by her beauty. The littlest things got into his head. The way she sits at her desk, he way her hair falls softly on her shoulders, her rosy cheeks and cherry lips. She was perfect, and even looked cuter when she was angry at him.

“Hey baby girl, this one’s for you.” He was playing football with some of his friends while she was hanging around with some others in the corner. He scored a goal and blowed her a kiss.

“Is there going to be a day that you won’t remember my existence?”

“Probably not, considering we are getting married.”

“Oh, fuck you.” She rolled her eyes and drank another sip of her beer.

“You wish you could, darling.” He winked and went back to the game.

“He’s so into you.” One of her friends poked her with their elbow and she pretended to not even listen.

“He’s into everyone.” One of her friends told her and (Y/N) nodded.

“Tom Holland is a complete idiot, and I hate him. He literally does everything to get me to his bed.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“It is when he does it with every girl on campus.”

When summer came, everyone was wearing shorter clothes, showing much more skin, and that included (Y/N). One day she appeared for class in a white tank top and denim skirt. Tom watched her walking through the longs halls, observing the way her legs moved and how perfect she was. It sparked something on him, and he followed her all the day to class biting his lips. He kissed her cheek and sat down behind her.

“Good morning pretty angel. You look stunning today.”

“Morning Tom. Don’t you have anything else to do today?” She asked and he started to play with her hair.

“No, I have all day to admire your beauty.”

“You’re pathetic.” She said with her strong North Yorkshire accent. He leaned into her ear and pulled a strand of hair away from that.

“I love you accent.” He whispered so only she could hear it. “I wonder what it will sound like when you cum.”

Her whole body shivered, and as much as she hated to admit it, he turned her own. Oftenly actually. If there’s one thing she can’t deny is that he is extremely hot. And sometimes the things he does to her gets her to shiver from the top of her head to her tiptoes. Like those times he rest one hand on her waist and presses his finger in there. They usually make (Y/N)’s heart beat faster. But she always thought it was pure anger.

“Only in your dreams Holland.”

“Oh, I dream about it everyday baby girl. Having you in my bed, screaming my name. And today, your clothes aren’t really helping me.”

“So I guess you’ll have to find another girl to fuck it off.”

“Maybe I’ll do tomorrow. Also, are you coming tomorrow to the costume party? I’m not a frat kid, but I heard it’s going to be awesome.”

“I might stop by, yeah.” She said, focusing on what she’s been writing on her notebook for a while now.

“So look for me, I’ll be the guy in the sexy costume. It shouldn’t be hard to find me.”

(Y/N) didn’t want to go at first, but her roommate literally dragged her to the party. She wore a pretty bunny costume, a really sexy one, completely showing her thighs and popping her tits up. The party was full, and probably everyone on campus was there. She stood in a corner with her friends, drinking a beer and glancing at everyone to see their costumes. And she was really happy and impressed with everyone, smiling a lot, but her smiled died when she crossed her eyes with one know guy.

He was drinking with his friends in his stupid costume. For her surprise, they were matching up. Tom also was wearing a bunny costume, with the black ears, bow tie and shorts, completely shirtless. He knew everyone had their eyes on him, but he only had eyes for one person tonight, and she was looking stunning. He winked and got back to his conversation.

“You gotta be shitting me.” She whispered, rolling her eyes. He dropped his friends and directed himself to her, with a big smile on his face. “Oh God.”

“Hey baby girl, I’m glad you came.”

“Hey Tom.” She said, not sounding much excited to see him.

“I see we matched up. Even the universe is telling us to be together.”

“Or maybe you’re a psycho stalker that saw me buying bunny ears the other day.” She said and he nodded.

“Anyway, you look so fucking beautiful.” He caressed her chin and smiled. “Do you wanna dance?“

“Maybe later, I’m with my friends.”

“Pinky promise?” He showed his pinkie and she nodded. “You need to do the thing.”

“Shut up or you’re not even getting that." 

”(Y/N)…“ His finger was still standing, and she entwined their fingers. "I’ll be waiting.”

And he really meant it, but (Y/N) didn’t give a damn about it and had fun with her friends. They did shots, they had fun, laughed a lot and ended up on the dancefloor. He couldn’t take his eyes off her the whole night. She looked so fucking sexy, it was getting to him in a way he could never imagine it. Tom bit his lips while watching her dance alone on the dancefloor and he approached her from behind, his hands on each side of her hips, rocking her against his own hips. She leaned her head to the side and he got some strands of hair out of the way. He kissed her neck slowly and her whole body shivered, at that point she didn’t even know what she was doing. She turned around and glued their foreheads and they kept dancing together, breaths mixing and all handsy.

“You know, my room is empty tonight, if you wanna get out of here.” She let her fingers entwine behind his neck and he swayed her side to side.

“Won’t you get me a drink first?” She asked and leaned to his ear. “You’re not gonna get me this easily, Holland.”

“So, do you want a beer?”

“Oh, I’d love a beer.” She smiled and he pulled her to the bar to get two drinks. 

“You know, I really meant when I said you look so fucking beautiful tonight.” He caressed her right arm and sat on a high stool and pulled her to sit on his lap. “Actually, you always look so beautiful.”

“I bet that you say it to every girl.” She sipped her beer and he chuckled.

“Yeah, but I never really mean it. I say it to you everyday, and you still don’t believe me.”

“Because you have the fame of a womanizer.” She glanced somewhere else, finding her friends almost dying for seeing her on Tom’s lap.

“Well, but you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. And the sexiest too.” He pressed his fingers on her waist and sniffed her perfume, gluing his nose to her neck. He left a small peck right there. “Also you’re not helping with this short dress at all.“

"Well you aren’t helping me either.” She glanced down to his body and he smirked, leaning in to reach her lips on a brief and warm kiss.

“I want to fuck you until the only name you know is mine.” He said against her lips and it turned her on so badly, that she could feel the wet spot on her panty.

“Let’s go.” She whispered against his lips and she got up to let him stand up.

She was ahead of him, guided by a hand on her lower back. Tom was so close that (Y/N) could feel his breath against her neck. They left the party and hushed to his dorm, which wasn’t so far away. The halls were practically empty, and they easily got to his room without being seen. He let her go to open the door, getting inside before her. She followed him inside, anxious about what was about to happen. Tom pressed her against the door, provoking her while brushing his lips on hers, hands searching to lock the door. 

Once the door was locked, he started the kiss, ending the gap between them. His hands grabbed her ass and he gave a lot of squeezes right there. She removed his bunny ear, pulled his hair and scratched the back of his head, deepening the kiss. It was full of lust and desire, a long one coming from months wanting to do that. He pulled her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her fingers traced down to his length, massaging it over his trousers, making him moan during the kiss. He used his hands to hold hers above her head, while he stopped the kiss to suck her neck. She moaned when his hot mouth crashed her skin.

“Shit…” She whispered, feeling even more turned on.

“You want me to fuck you baby girl?” He said against her neck. “Do you want me to make you feel good?” She nodded and he sucked on her neck. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes! I want you to fuck the shit out of me.” She moaned and he sucked her jaw, letting her slowly get down from his lap.

“Go on your fucking knees.” He said, pushing her down. She stepped on her knees and he unbuttoned his trousers, along with his boxers. His cock smacked his belly and (Y/N)’s mouth watered. She tried to get her hands on his cock, and he stopped her. “Open your mouth”. She did as he said and he slapped her cheek. “Wider for daddy.”

She opened her mouth wider and he removed her bunny ears, held her hair back with one hand and the other one guided his cock to her mouth. He fucked her mouth with no pity, going deep down her throat, making her gag with his big cock, saliva dripping down her chin.

“You like to have my cock on your mouth, pretty angel? Fuck, you look so pretty when you’re taking my big cock.” He moaned looking for her eyes. “Look at me while you do it.” She glanced up and he smirked, going harder than before.

She wasn’t going to take up anymore, and he noticed it, stopping his movements and letting her go. She dropped her weight on the floor and he helped her getting up. She cleaned her mouth before he took her in a kiss again. Tom searched for the zip in her dress, sliding it down slowly when he found it opened. Quickly, he opened her bra and it joined her dress on the floor. He pulled her and dropped her in bed, going on top to give some proper attention to her breasts.

“You have the most amazing tits in the world.” He sucked on her left nipple while his hand massaged the left one. “So fucking good. I wanna suck it like a little baby.”

“Holy shit Thomas.” She moaned, throwing her head back. 

“You drive me insane baby.” He said between kisses on her bare chest, leaving dark circles where he passed. He trailed his kisses to her belly and her hips, where he sucked a little more before the tearing her panty, making it easier to removed it.

“You just ruined my favourite panty.” She said and he chuckled.

“You look so much beautiful without it.” He kissed her core and moaned with how wet she was. “You shouldn’t even wear it anymore.”

“Uhmmm… really?” She pressed her lips and let some small moans out.

“Yeah.” He licked it first, and pulled her legs over his shoulders, entwining their fingers right after. “It tastes amazing too.”

“Fuck Tom! You take me so fucking good.”

He didn’t reply, fully focusing on her dripping pussy, all wet for him. His tongue explored every corner of her, going faster whenever he found her clit. She rocked her hips against his mouth, throwing her head back, not being able to contain her moans in anymore. She was practically screaming, while pulling his hair. He let go one of her hands to slide two fingers in, pumping it hard inside her. He felt her clenching around his fingers, and he stopped sucking her, his fingers still working inside her.

“Are you close baby girl? I know you are. Cum for me pretty angel, I bet it will taste like heaven.”

“FUCK! I’m gonna cum Tommy, harder!” He obeyed her, going harder than before. She had her first orgasm of the night right there in his mouth. He got up to kiss her, making her savour her taste on his mouth.

“Can you see how good you taste? That’s my dirty girl.” He bit her ear and she moaned. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

“What are you waiting for?” He smiled and pulled her up.

“On your fours, pretty angel.” She did what he said while he got a condom out of his night stand. He pushed her against the mattress, rolling her hair around his hand to pull it. He brushed his cock on her core, making them moan loudly. He slide it in without pity, finding it hard to do it since she was so tight.

Tom’s cock was the biggest (Y/N)’s ever taken, so it took a while to adjust his size. But once he felt it was okay to keep going, he started to push hard inside her, bed bouncing along with their bodies. She moaned loudly against the mattress and he pulled her hair.

“Tom you’re so big, holy shit!”

“And you’re so tight, I love it.” He moaned, taking her harder. He slapped her ass and pounded even more inside her. “You like it when daddy fucks you from behind? I bet you do, you look so fucking good doing this.”

“Fuck my pussy d-daddy.” She could barely say anything, only feeling him.

“I know I make you feel good baby girl.” He said, smirking at the sight of her moaning against the mattress. “You wanna cum for me?”

“Uhm… Not yet baby.” She said and he got up, pulling her up to his lap. He pushed his core inside her again, pushing it inside. She was riding him like her life depended on it. He pounded inside her pussy so hard that she was concerned she wasn’t going to be able to walk tomorrow.

He lied her in bed again and pumped hard inside her, making her almost fall from bed, and she didn’t even bothered with how much pleasure she was getting.

“I’m so close!” She moaned, making him bite his lips.

“Uhm… You’re so good, I love to see you taking my cock. Are you gonna cum on my cock? Are you gonna let that heaven sent honey drip down your pussy right into my cock?”

“Yes daddy! Make me cum, please?”

“If you insist.” He pumped harder, as if it was possible and stimulated her clit with his thumb.

“HOLY FUCK TOM! I’M CUMMING.” She screamed letting her juice drip down his cock while he reached his high at the same time.

One both of them cummed, he fell on her side and they tried to rest and control their breathing in silence. He lied on her belly and kissed around there.

“Finally.” He said with a big smile on his face. “It was so good baby girl.”

He got up to get rid off his condom and clean himself and bring something for her to clean herself, but by the time he got there, she was gone, along with all of her stuff. Where the fuck did she go?

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oh my god. after seeing those pics of tom in his suit sticking his tongue out. ITS GOT ME FEELING SOME TYPE OF WAY. it gave me such richkid!tom vibes/fuckboy!tom vibes. like baby boy what that tongue DO? im so sorry but IT HAD TO BE SAID

You know at any event you happen to be at when he’s there is just going to lead to something quick in a closet or a bathroom somewhere, as it always does. Tom’s arrogant and thinks he can do whatever and get anyone he wants, it comes with the territory but you’re the one person who can switch things around. And at this one event for some big-time investor, you two end up in a bathroom, Tom’s hands over your dress and squeezing your ass, his lips attached to your neck, threatening to leave pretty purple marks that scream his name.

And you can feel him smirking the more he assaults your neck, hearing you try to be quiet and you’re giving him everything he wants. You’re wrapped around his finger. And he just can’t help but pick you up and place you on the counter, spreading your legs and you’re pleasing for him to do something, anything. But, you’re in a time-crunch and Tom’s sees this going two ways: he fucks you right here and now and you both go your separate ways for the night or he gets you off with his tongue but leaves you wanting more which would lead to another quickie later one (aka, the one he ALWAYS chooses)

The next thing you know, he’s pulling your underwear down and pulling your dress up, crouching down as he puts your legs over his shoulders. His tongue darts out of his mouth, tasting your juice with a moan and your hand goes to his perfectly gelled hair, encouraging him to keep going. And he does, his tongue darts inside you, marking the alphabet before he switches to his tongue flicking at your clit, his fingers inside of you while you’re covering your mouth to keep quiet, head thrown back against the mirror. And you’re coming underdone within minutes, head spinning and heart pounding.

Tom comes up once he’s worked your through your high, sucking on his fingers with a “pop” and a smirk before “We’ll finish this later.” And doesn’t even adjust himself in the mirror, a proud and confident stride in his steps.

[morningbluue]

the way to your heart - chapter eleven

pairing: fuckboy!exbestfriend!Tom x reader | college au

summary: Tom Holland was your best friend in middle and high school, and now he is the biggest player in college. Everything changed in only a few years and the only thing you want is to stay away from trouble, especially because Tom is the definition of trouble. But it is hard to stay away if there is a post-it note with a cheesy pickup line on your desk every day — from none other than Tom Holland.

warnings: swearing, maybe a bit angst, and finally some fluff (i guess?)

word count: 2,6k

A/N: this is my birthday present for you guys :) flashbacks are italic 

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Tom holds his phone up, and you laugh, turning around quickly before he can take any pictures of you. “Stop, y/n! Let me take a photo of you!” Tom chuckles and tries to grab your arm to stop you. 

You give him a pouty look. “But my hair looks so messy!” you reply, holding your hands over your face. You’re still smiling widely, and you know that Tom is too, even if he probably shakes his head right now. He hates it when you talk so badly about yourself.

The brunette gently grabs your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face. His eyes are soft and bright, and you can’t stop yourself from smiling. “It doesn’t,” he mumbles, “you always look beautiful.”

Your cheeks turn into a light blush. “Thank you, Tom.” 

He returns your smile. “Can we take some pictures now? This place is beautiful, and I want to remember this.”

“Okay,” you giggle, nodding, “let’s go.” You walk over to some yellow flowers to pose in front of the big flower field, and Tom takes some pictures of you and his photographing talent comes to light.

The next hour is filled with a lot of laughter and jokes and a lot of photos of you and Tom and both of you together. Tom’s storage is full now, as well as your hearts that are filled with happiness and joy. You end up laying in the field next to each other, beautiful flowers all around you, and you know in your heart that you will never forget this day.

Tom’s current photos don’t look as bright and happy as they did back then. There are only a few of him and the most of them are black and white, and you hear yourself sighing sadly. 

You remember the time when Tom would post pictures of you and him on his Instagram account and write a funny caption under it. You remember how it always made you feel - happy and grateful and loved. 

But when you look at his Instagram account now, you feel sad for him. He doesn’t look happy anymore and there is only one photo where he smiles. It’s a picture from a few years ago with Harrison standing by his side, both of them laughing about something, and you can’t help but look at it for a while.

You ask yourself what happened. Why did he go from bright and colorful pictures to black and white? Why did he stop posting? And most importantly, why did he stop smiling? You see him a lot on campus, but you never thought that maybe he is sad somewhere deep down. 

When you look up from your phone after what feels like ages, you notice the sun slowly setting and turning the sky into a soft pink. You sigh loudly and push your phone into your jeans pocket before you stand up and clean your clothes quickly. 

You walk back home, past the bench where Harrison and you sat an hour ago, and you cannot stop thinking about Tom’s Instagram pictures and his words and the look in his eyes when he said it. 

I want to be friends with you again.

As soon as the front door opens, Tom is out of his seat, quickly walking over to his best friend, and Harrison flinches when Tom suddenly stops in front of him.

“What the fu-” Harrison starts, his hand pressed to his chest, but Tom stops him before he can say anything more. 

“Where were you? I waited for you,” Tom asks and makes some wild hand gestures. He has thought about the conversation with you for too long, and now he has more questions than before. 

Harrison shrugs and knits his brows together. “I saw y/n on campus, so I walked over to her and talked to her,” he answers slowly, and Tom’s eyes widen, his mouth falling open.

Tom runs his fingers through his hair, his eyes flickering everywhere. “Why did you talk to her? What did you say?” The words leave his mouth quickly, not letting Harrison some time to respond to them. Suddenly Tom’s head shoots up, and Harrison furrows his brows further. “What did she say? Did she say anything?”

“I think you should calm down, mate,” Harrison says quietly, his gaze worried. 

“Does she hate me, Haz?” Tom asks, his voice low. 

The blonde shakes his head. “No, I don’t think so,” he sighs, “but I think she realized something.”

“What do you mean?”

“She knows who I am, she recognized me. And she said that I stole you from her,” Harrison explains and lifts his hand to stop Tom before he can say anything. “But I told her that it’s not true, that no one stole you from her, and that she was the one that gave you up.” He presses his lips together. “I think she realized what she did back then, and now she regrets it.”

“She regrets it?” Tom repeats, his eyes full of hope. 

“I don’t know, Tom. Maybe or maybe not,” the blonde mumbles, trying not to get Tom’s hopes up and see him crashing down again. 

Tom nods, his mind wandering somewhere. “Do you know where she is?”

Harrison shakes his head. “No, but I don’t think you should search for her.” 

A smile appears on Tom’s lips, his eyes sparkling with something indefinable, and Harrison knows that he can’t stop him now. “But I have to.”

You stand in front of the library and look at yourself in the reflection of the window. The sky behind you has turned into a soft orange and red now, and you can’t take your gaze away. Sunsets were always your favorites - they remind you that no matter what happens, every day can end beautifully. And where does this fit better than today? 

The thought of accepting Tom’s request has crossed your mind a lot in the last minutes, and you don’t want to go home without knowing the answer. You were millimeters and second thoughts away from clicking the accepting button, but you coudn’t. Not yet. 

The second you want to turn around, go home and forget about his request, you notice someone appearing behind you, and your heart almost jumps out of your chest. 

You look at Tom through the reflection, and he slowly takes a step forward to you. “What are you doing here?” you question, your voice quiet.

Tom tilts his head slightly, and you can almost see a sad smile on his lips. “I did not want this to be the last time we talk to each other.”

You remain silent as you continue to look at him. You don’t feel anger or hatred towards him anymore, but nothing positive either. Whenever you looked at him, you got reminded of your hardest loss and your biggest regret. But now? Now you feel like you got a chance.

However, you don’t know if you’re ready to take it or leave it behind.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize quietly and turn around to him. He pushes his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, and you can’t help but think that he looks lost. “For what I said earlier. It was too harsh.”

“It’s okay, y/n. I probably deserved it,” he says and shrugs slightly.

You shake your head no, but can’t bring your mouth to say anything. Maybe you look as lost as he does.

You look Tom up and down after what feels like an eternity, and you notice all the little details that changed over the years. His hair is a lot longer now and his curls are wild and messy, but it suits him. His eyes don’t look as bright as they did a few years ago, and you can’t tell if he still has these little golden flecks. His freckles are still there, small and almost unnoticeable, and his smile hasn’t changed too - even if you don’t see it as often anymore.

“Why did you send me a request on Instagram?” you ask, tilting your head to the side. “How did you even find me?”

Tom raises his brows in surprise and a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “You haven’t changed your name in all these years.”

“Oh.”

He takes a small step towards you again. “And I send you a request because I wanted to,” he runs his right hand through his messy locks. “Just like I said, I didn’t want our conversation earlier to be the last time we talk to each other.”

You fumble around with your fingers nervously, your lips pressed together to suppress any emotion on your face. “But why? We do not fit into each other’s life.”

Tom sighs, and you know you ruined the moment. “We also did not fit into each other’s life in middle school, and we still became best friends,” he mumbles and tries to send you a gentle smile, but it looks forced.

“Yeah, before I let you go.” You let your shoulders fall and turn your gaze away as sadness takes over you.

He folds his arms over his chest, his brows knitting together. “No, you pushed me away.”

Your mouth falls open. “I did it for you!” You mirror his gesture and narrow your eyes at him.

“Y/n,” he sighs again, his voice softer this time. “I always told you that you did not have to. I was happy being friends with you.” He makes a sad face. “I was happy with you.”

“But-” you start, thinking about a good argument, but nothing comes to your mind. A small groan escapes your mouth. “But I did not want to hold you back.”

Tom stretches his hand out to touch your upper arm, and you let him. “You never held me back, y/n. You always helped me to become a better person.” He smiles, “how could you out of all people hold me back?”

You shrug. “I don’t know.” You bite down on your bottom lip to suppress the tears that want to form in your eyes. “I saw you with Harrison and all the others and I thought it would be better like that. For you and for me.”

“But was it better like that?” He lets his hand fall back to his side. He is still standing in front of you, but he feels so far away now.

You sigh. “At first no, but I had this thought in my head that I made it easier for you and that you could now be the person you always wanted to be, so yes, it was better like that.”

Tom nods slowly. “Did you ever regret it? Letting me go?”

Pressing your fingernails into your palms, you hesitate. “It was so damn hard, Tom, and it hurt so much,” you whisper, and that’s all Tom needs to hear.

“Do you know how much it hurt for me?” he asks and his voice gets slightly louder.

You shake your head, lips pressing together into a thin line. “I guess as much as it did for me,” you answer and a tear slips down your cheek.

Tom’s hands clench into fists, and you can see it in his eyes that he fights with his own tears. “It hurt so much, you know. Seeing you change your profile photo of a picture of us to a picture of only yourself, seeing you delete all our photos from Instagram, seeing you the next day... you looked like- like nothing happened,” he grips his curls tightly, “like you didn’t let your best friend go because... because- I didn’t even know, y/n... I did not know why, and it has been killing me back then!”

“I know,” you sob and the sound that comes out of your mouth doesn’t sound like you. “It broke my heart, Tom. But I knew that it was better to delete everything instantly and get rid of it as soon as possible, because maybe if I had thought about it too long I would have regret it and came back.” You take a deep breath. “And I couldn’t do that.”

Tom sighs, his eyes hurt and sad. “I still don’t understand it,” he whispers weakly, and you feel the pain in your chest.

“I’m sorry... for not telling you why I did it, and I’m sorry for ignoring all your calls and texts,” you mumble after finding the last bit of strength in your body. “I know I would hate me for doing this.”

His eyes crinkle slightly, and you can almost see the corner of his mouth turning up. “And I couldn’t do that,” he says quietly, “I always hoped you would come back some day, and then I saw you on the first day, and now we’re here.”

You feel yourself smile. “Yes, now we’re here. After all this time.”

“And all the hurt.”

Closing your eyes for a second, you sigh. “And all the memories,” you add, a weird feeling tingling in your chest.

Tom smiles at you, but you know that it’s a sad one, and for a moment you think that life brought the two of you together again. For whatever mysterious reason.

“Y/n?” Tom asks softly and brings you back from your thoughts. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

He takes a deep breath as if he needs to get ready for your answer and looks away from you. “Did you ever miss me?”

You tilt your head to the side, smiling softly. “Yes, of course, Tom.”

For a second he returns your smile, then it disappears as quickly as it appeared. “Do you think we can start over sometime?” he whispers, and you aren’t sure if you heard him right.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, and he nods - sad but understanding. “Maybe.”

He nods again and runs a hand through his curls before he pushes them into his pockets. “I guess I can live with that,” he replies, and there are these wrinkles around his eyes again.

When you turn away from him after you both said your goodbyes, you feel even weirder than before because it kind of feels good to talk to Tom about all the stuff that happened between the two of you. It feels like all the weight gets finally lifted from your shoulders after you had to carry it for too long. 

But you know that this is not the end yet, there are a few more things you have to get out of your head and your heart - things you don’t want to admit just yet. 

Nevertheless, you want to make baby steps in the right direction, and whatever may happen, is going to happen. And you know exactly where you have to start.

You take your phone out to click on a notification on your lock screen and without thinking about it a second time, you press the only right button. 

[Instagram] tomholland96 is now following you. 

“Y/n” Tom calls behind you, and your heart skips a beat as you face him again. The brunette nervously shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “Maybe we can talk again in a few days... or next week. If you want.”

“Okay,” you reply, and even if you try everything you can, a smile creeps onto your lips nonetheless.

And with this smile you walk home, Tom’s words ringing in your ears, and his accepted follow request sitting in your pocket, and you know that this a new part of your life.

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Shock, Disbelief, Hurt.

[fuckboy!roommate!tom x reader]

Part Two

Warnings: language, lotsa angst

Summary: Not all friends make up this way but it sure worked for you and Tom.

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After what happened at the party last night, Tom stayed at his mum’s, leaving you to clean up the mess that was left behind.

You woke up late and hungover with the biggest headache you’ve ever had. Most things from the night before were a blur except the most painful things - your fight with Tom.

You stumble out of your bed after laying there and staring at the ceiling for too long. Tripping over the empty red solo cups, you make your way to the kitchen to make coffee to sober yourself up. You sigh as you take a sip of the warm cup, your thoughts roaming around every corner in your mind while your eyes roam around the room in front of you.

You think about every possible outcome besides the one that happened. What would’ve happened if you hadn’t have made out with Harrison? Or if you and Tom just stuck with each other and didn’t try to get revenge.

The front door unlocks and you start panicking. The only two people who have a key to your apartment are Tom and Harrison - both of whom, you don’t want to face right now.

You hide your face in your hands to avoid seeing whoever it is. The sound of the footsteps are so familiar, it gives it away. You still can’t look up. Even when he drops his keys on the counter right next to your head. Even when he walks into the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water. You only look up when he’s walking down the hallway to his bedroom.

God, you wish you could fix everything.

You start to clean up everything out of boredom and quite frankly, to impress Tom and get him talking to you again. With your hands full of empty cups and garbage, you stand up but stub your toe against the leg of he coffee table, knocking over a glass beer bottle. It shatters as you limp onto your other foot and put pressure onto the pile glass shards.

“FUCK,” you yell as everything in your hands go flying and you fall into the couch. Groans and hums of pain fill your mouth and escape through gritted teeth.

Tom’s door slams open as he comes running out. “Oh shit, what happened?” He looks at you and the ground and back at you and then to your foot that is now bleeding out.

“I tripped on the table and then the glass fell over and I stepped in it,” you try and make your words sound like actual words and not just mumble together.

“Uuhhh oh my god, I’ll go get ice or something,” he looks around for anything he can help you with, his voice just as fast and panicky as yours.

“Ice won’t do anything!”

“Well then I’ll get a towel, I don’t know!!” He scurries around from room to room, bringing back a wet towel and vaseline.

“Aaahhhh please hurry,” you squeeze your eyes shut and bite down on your bottom lip.

“I’m trying, I’m trying,” he mutters as he kneels down in front of you, taking the towel and lightly pressing it against the cuts and cleaning them up.

You flinch a little bit and he apologizes shyly. There’s a sadness that builds up behind your eyes and you can’t tell if it because of the pain of your foot or because of the way Tom was taking care of you after everything that happened last night.

“Hold the towel there, I’ll go get you a bandage,” he says without looking at your face at all.

“Thank you,” you say as a half smile spreads across his face.

He comes back with the bandage, plops himself down next to you, saying “here” through a sigh.

There’s a few moments of silence between you two as you wrap the bandage around your foot.

“Tom,” you start off just to make his puppy-dog eyes look at you. “I’m really sorry about last night. I should’ve just -“

“- Nah, it’s okay. I don’t want to talk about that.” He shakes his head and folds his arms, immediately looking away from you again.

“Uhm, are you serious?” You stutter a little bit. “I feel like we kind of have to talk about it.”

“Talk about what, Y/N? I said what I said and you obviously don’t feel the same, so there’s nothing I can do about it.” He looks at you for a brief second and then turns his head away again.

“But I -“

“Y/N please. I can’t,” he stands up, “I think I’ll just stay at my mum’s for a little longer.”

“Tom!!” You stop him from going anywhere, leaning over the arm of the couch and pulling his arm back to you. “I do feel the same, though.” You squeak, almost too quiet and sheepish to hear.

“You do? You what?” He questions as he comes closer, making sure he heard what he thought he heard.

“I do love you. I have for a lo-ong time,” you exaggerate, naturally smiling a little bit but stopping yourself before it gets too big.

“Wait, wait,” he sits back down on the couch, facing you more now. “You love me or you’re IN love with me?”

“I mean I’m - I’m really,” you take a deep breath, “I’m in love with you.” You say so quickly, it feels like it just rolls off your tongue.

And without saying a word, without even a facial expression as a warning, Tom dives into you, sinking his hand into your hair and making his lips collide with yours.

You’re shocked at first, it’s hard to react but it feels so right and so good you just start moving your mouth in sync with his and everything just falls into place. You’re both lying on the couch, hands in each other’s hair or pulling the other closer to you. His body is so warm against yours, his lips are so soft and each movement comes with a short sweet breath where he takes it all in and admires you.

“I’m so sorry about everything,” he mumbles, not being able to take his lips off of yours.

“Don’t be,” you pull away and brush your thumb against his cheek as if pulling his lips into a smile. “I’m the one who should be sorry.”

“Hmmm, yeah making out with my best friend just because you were mad at me is kind of a dick move,” he teases. “But I guess it’s fine because you lOvE mE,” he says in a baby voice as he kisses your lips again.

“Have you guys talked since last night?” He swings your legs so they now lay over his, both of you now sitting upright on the couch side by side.

“Not really. To be honest, I was more mad at him than I ever was at you.”

“Yeah right, that’s such a lie.”

He hesitates for a little before admitting that you’re right.

“You made out with my best friend and I leave my beer bottle on the corner of a table just so you can cut your foot on it. There, we’re equal. Can we make out again?” He laughs a little but you know he’s being dead serious about that last part.

You roll your eyes and bring yourself closer to him, slowly kissing him while he follows your pattern lays down so you’re on top this time. You’ll kiss for a while and then look at each other and smile and then continue kissing, and then stop again to hold each other and nearly cry because of how meant to be it all feels.

Fate is what made you fight last night, and if it weren’t for that stupid fight, you wouldn’t have to ended up in his arms.

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if anyone knows who wrote “the bet” with fuckboy! peter parker, please let me know! it was easily one of my favorite reads!!

peter made a bet that he had to take the reader’s virginity, but then he developed feelings....

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➴ snapchats from tom | fuckboy!au — when he’s away, can’t sleep, and decides to be cheeky and have a bit of fun ✨