#tom holland fuckboy x reader

[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

[cameronspecial]

King of CSCC (Prologue)

Pairing: Rich Kid! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: When Y/N gets a scholarship to attend Collegialiter Schola Currere Cucurri, a prestigious boarding school in England. She’s very studious and organizes, everything needs to be a certain way for her to be happy. Tom is the resident fuckboy at school and,  with his daddy being the richest man on earth, he practically owns the school. What happens when Tom falls completely in love with Y/N, but she doesn’t want to be with him because of his reputation.

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Y/N stands in front of the massive brick building with beautifully and neatly done cobblestone tiles on the roof. From where she stands, Y/N could see that two big towers and two smaller ones are attached to the main building of the school. To her left, a soccer field and to her right, a rugby field with an outdoor running track. Behind the soccer field, she could see a big rectangle building that, from what she read about the school, must be the school’s gymnasium. Y/N couldn’t believe that she is actually here in front of Collegialiter Schola Currer Cucurri which is Latin for something she couldn’t remember anymore. It’s the best school in the world, the only people that could attend the school are the elite, rich and famous, but once every year, the school awards a scholarship that covers everything (laundry, meal plane, books, uniform, etc) to one lucky student going into their 11th school year. The chosen student has to be the best and brightest out of all the applicants and this year, it just so happened to be Y/N L/N. She has been working her whole life for this and now her dreams for a better future are finally coming true. Her home life in Toronto wasn’t the best in terms of education. She didn’t learn enough at the public school she went to, so when she saw the opportunity to attend the most prestigious boarding school in the world, she jumped at the chance to apply. It also helped that she’s always wanted to live in England. She finally manages to shake off her nerves and walks into the school.

Upon entering the school, Y/N notices how much cleaner and how the equipment is so much better than what she had back at home. The hallways were empty seeing as it was the Saturday before school started, so she is all alone in the school. After a few minutes, she manages to find her way to the principal’s office while struggling to bring all of her bags with her at the same time. The new student gently arranges her bags near the door to make sure they are not in the way, then she lifts her hand to the door and knocks. “You may enter,” an authoritative voice instructs her. Y/N enters to see a middle-aged woman sitting at her desk looking over some documents with her glasses balancing off of her nose. The older woman looks up at the sound of the door closing and motions for Y/N to sit on one of the chairs in front of her desk, “You must be Miss. L/N, our scholarship winner.” Y/N nods her head to show her agreement, she isn’t going to lie, but she is a little intimidated by the principal. “Alright, classes start on Monday at 9:00 a.m. sharp. Miss. Daniels should already be at the front office waiting for you. She’ll be your guide for the day. Here is your schedule and some other information you might need. If you have any questions, then you may ask Miss. Daniels and I would also like to inform you that if your marks slip even by a percent that you will lose your scholarship. Is that clear?” Ms. Sinclair informs the pupil. “Yes,” Y/N answers quietly because she’s slightly terrified with how cold the principal seems. “Good, you may address me as Ms. Sinclair and nothing else. You are dismissed,” Ms. Sinclair demands. Y/N quickly gets out of her chair and goes towards the door.

Y/N grabs her bags a little bit more easily now that she knows how to handle all of them and makes her way back towards the front of the school where she saw the front office. When she gets to the front of the school, she notices a girl around her age waiting in front of the office. The teen notices Y/N approaching and immediately rushes to help her with a smile on her face.  “Hi, you must be Y/N L/N. I am Delilah Daniels and I’ll be your tour guide. I’ll give you a tour of campus, then I can help you move into your dorm if you’d like. You don’t have to worry about your bags, I’ll call the concierge to come get them and bring them to your room. Now, the first stop is going to be the science labs where you bio and chemistry,” Delilah introduces herself. Y/N notices that Delilah has a British accent that is as smooth as butter.  The girls place the bags near the entrance and shake each other’s hands, “I am Y/N. Nice to meet you. And the science lab sounds like a great start.” Delilah makes a quick call to the concierge, then they walk down the hall to the left and up the stairs to her biology lab. “Now, upstairs to the left is the science wing, so you have all the science labs up here. Your bio lab is in room 203 and your chemistry lab is in room 220,” Delilah starts off, “Let’s head over to where you are going to be taking geometry and algebra, which is on upstairs on the right side of the also known as the mathematics wing. This term you’re only taking geometry, algebra, biology, and math. Next term you’re taking media arts, English literature, French, and psychology, right?” Y/N nods along to what Delilah says, “That seems right. Your last names Daniels right? As in your parents are Anna and Maurice Daniels, Daniels? They own practically every chain hotel I can think of.” “Yep, those are my old folks. They could be a little hectic and gone, but they have always been there for me when I need them and I know they love me. That’s all that really matters, right? So what do your parents do for a living? You live in Toronto right?” Delilah questions the new girl. “Yeah, I do. My mom works as a social worker, she tries to help kids in the system. My dad is a baker, we actually live on top of the bakery he owns. My little sister and brother always like to head down to the bakery at the end of the day and steal whatever leftovers are left. Do you have any siblings?” Y/N explains. “No, I am an only child. It gets a little lonely sometimes, but that’s alright. I would love to live over a bakery! The smell of freshly baked pastries would waft into the house and it could smell like freshly baked croissants every day. The math wing is just around the corner,” Delilah rants a little as they head over to the math wing.

When they rounded the corner, two other people were rounding the corner at the same time. A collision would have happened, but Y/N’s quick reflexes stopped them from crashing. In front of the two girls were two boys about their age wearing Versace, Prada, Gucci, and some other clothing brands that Y/N could never dream about owning. The boy on the left is taller than the boy on the right, he has dirty blonde hair and clear blue eyes. He’s handsome, but the boy on the right is the show stopper for Y/N. He has dark chestnut brown hair that matches his eyes. His nose is a little cricked and his lips are a little thin, but she liked how the nose made him look rugged and how his lips still looked perfect to kiss. His jaw looks so sharp that she believes is she were to run her finger along it she would cut it. No matter how badly the young girl wanted to go on a date with him, she knew about who he is and what his reputation is. He’s the infamous Tom Holland or as the tabloids like to call him, Holland the Lady Killer. His motto is hit then quit it and that really isn’t what Y/N is looking for. “Hey, just who we were looking for! I told Haz that you’d be showing the scholar bee around the school. You’ve always loved to meet new people. Thought we’d come join you seeing as this year’s scholar bee is a female and not another boring ass dude. So does the little lady have a name?” Tom inquires slyly as he makes his way over to Delilah and slings his hand around her neck. “My names Y/N. What’s it matter to you?” She snarls not liking what he said at all. “Damn, you got a mouth on you. I like a girl who isn’t afraid to talk back. Well, I guess it’s my turn to introduce. I am Tom and this div beside me is Harrison,” Tom tries to say in the most charming voice he could. Y/N just scoffs and keeps walking, “Whatever. Nice to meet you, Harrison. Now, let’s head over to the mathematics wing.” “Looks like we finally found someone who can resist Tommy’s charm,” Haz whispers to his two comrades as they follow Y/N down the hall.

After finishing the tour of the campus, the four newly acquainted friends headed over to Y/N’s dorm so that they could help her unpack. “Okay, everything is labelled clearly so it shouldn’t be too hard trying to figure out where everything should go,” Y/N elucidates while tying her hair back and picking up one of the boxes that was labelled closet- Hoodies and Shirts. Everyone went to work on cleaning out the boxes while they worked they talked, reminisce about old stories, joked around, and listened to some music. Symphony by Clean Bandit played on her phone and Y/N started swaying to the music. “I’ve been hearing symphonies before all I heard was silence. A rhapsody for you and me, and every melody is timeless,” she sang as she organized the books onto her bookshelf. Tom looks up from the clothes he was folding for her and stares in awe of her voice. To him, she sounded like an angel and all he wanted to do is listen to her sing all day. He may not have noticed it, but the whole afternoon he found himself noticing little things that he liked about her and he just wanted to be closer to him. He liked how she had all these random facts and how she could joke about anything and everything. He liked how organized she is and how she hasn’t fawned over her this whole afternoon. Y/N places the final book onto the shelf and looks over at everyone, “Alright, I can finish putting the clothes away after dinner. Why don’t we get something to eat? I read on the board that it’s taco night.” Everyone voiced their agreement and started to make their way over to the door, but before Y/N could leave, Tom gently tapped her on the shoulder and asked if he could talk to her. “Sure,” she tells him. Tom stands straight and fixes his jacket nervously, “I was wondering if we could restart. I know, I was a jackass, but I would really like to be friends with you. Plus, I know you, Deli, and Haz get along well and I really don’t feel like being kicked out of my own friend group.” Y/N smiles at Tom to show him that everything is alright. “Tommy, it's fine. Sometimes people start off on the wrong foot and that’s fine. Let’s start, over. Hey, I am Y/N. I don’t believe I got your name,” Y/N says nicely as she sticks her hand out for Tom to shake. He chuckles and takes her hand, “It’s Tom, Tom Holland. You may have heard of me. My dad owns the world’s best phone company as well as several other companies you may have heard of.” “Okay, now you just sound like cocky. How about we just head over to the mess hall and call it a day?” Y/N suggest as how she links their arms and walks off to the mess hall.

When dinner was over, Y/N was feeling a little jet-lagged so she headed back to her dorm to get some sleep while the other three decided to head to the game room. They were playing pool when Harrison decided to bring up the conversation. “So you and Y/N…” he wonders out loud as he aims the queue at one of the balls. Tom leans on the wall and retorts, “Nothing is going on between us. We are just friends that’s all.” Delilah snorts and laughs, “Yeah, right! I noticed your side glances at her, but I’ll let you deny whatever you want if it helps you sleep at night.” Tom just shakes his and continues the game without mentioning Y/N again, but that night when he was trying to get to sleep all he could do was think back to the conversation they had in the game room and Y/N’s angelic singing voice.

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[loverholland]

strings attached

pairing: rich kid! fuckboy! fwb! tom holland x rich kid! fem! reader au | request | original | prompt summary: no strings attached was the agreement. word count: 4,700 warnings: mentions of drinking, mentions of mary j, mentions of friends with benefits relationship, & sexual and strong language used. a/n: this is, as requested, fuckboy tom but kind of with a twist. i hope you enjoy this, nonnie!

Going to a party wasn’t really a part of the agenda for today, it was quite the contrary. She had been stressed from working as an intern at her father’s company in Northern London and was going to spend her night unwinding to the newest Bachelorette episode while doing a face mask and sipping on the wine her mom bought her earlier in the week. She wasn’t too sure why, but she appreciated the thought. But the night turned around when her best friend, Cheryl, aka Cherry, had told her that Tom was going to a party, one that she didn’t know about. She didn’t originally want to come, she knew how it would look, and it wasn’t her favorite look. It made her look obsessive in a way, but she didn’t think she was. Cherry was the one who asked, not only because of Tom, but because a few of their mutual friends were there. So, Y/N agreed.

Y/N: hey, i’m going to be at a house party tonight! if you see me, text me! :) x

She wanted to keep it casual and like she wasn’t going to be in the same place as him. But she knew that 217 Liberty Avenue was exactly where he was. She felt wrong for being here. Wrong for letting Cherry bring her to the same party Tom was at. Y/N sighed as Cherry interlinked her fingers with Y/N’s. They stood outside for a moment, the loud rap music pounding the walls.

“Did he reply?” Cherry asked, big green eyes looking up at her.

“No clue.” Y/N replied honestly, moving her free hand to her back pocket of her black ripped skinny jeans and pulling out her phone. She went through the Face ID and pressed on the light green icon to see her messages. She saw his contact and her message, biting her lip. She pressed his contact, darting to the Read at 9:45pm tag. She felt a pang in her heart and a helpless breath of air leaving her lips, her shoulders slugging and fingers unlinking as she locked her phone again. “No. He didn’t.”

“Oh sweetie,” Cherry’s hands touched her shoulders and she laid her head on Y/N’s arm, which was partly covered by the dark green, silk Gucci shirt she was wearing. It was much like Tom’s and she hated that it matched, especially when they’re going through whatever they’re going through.

“I’m sorry. He’s not worth it anyways. We can go drink and have the time of our lives, alright?” She smiled, eyes growing large as she began to drag Y/N to the door. It was white and large and was pushed open with very little force. The music became louder and the lights were dark with pink and green disco lights. It was fucking fantastic and she wished so deeply she had a gram of ouid on her or something. But, she didn't, so whatever.

Cherry dragged her through the crowd of people and into the kitchen where the liquor sat out. Cherry immediately got a recyclable shot glass and one of the bottles, pouring 2 shots out.

“One shot for you,” she pushed one glass to Y/N. “And one for me.” She smiled and picked up the shot glass, raising it. Y/N did the same and clinked theirs together. Y/N pressed the lip of the shot glass against her strawberry red lips and tilted her head back, allowing the nail polish remover to run down her throat.

“Gross.” Y/N started and sat the glass down, looking at Cherry.

“Oh, whatever!” She laughed, “I’m going to make you a drink.” And with that, she bounced off, heels clickity-clackiting across the floor. Her blonde curls bounced over her shoulders and she made sure she was known to be there, such a big personality for such a small human. Y/N sighed and leaned against the counter, fingers tapping on the wood. She was bored but she didn’t want to look at her phone. It reminded her of Tom, weirdly enough. Being reminded of him wasn’t bad, oh God no, it was quite nice. She couldn’t help wonder what he was talking about and how the words would look forming across her lips. If he was thinking about what it would be like to completely destroy her in the closets bathroom. Maybe taking her in the back of his car, again, before taking her back home to properly do the job. She definitely thought about it and it made her miss him more.

Y/N bit her lip as she battled with herself on actually looking at her phone. Another huff and suddenly her phone is up and being unlocked with Face ID. Y/N admired her home screen for a moment, a picture of her, Tom, Harrison, and Cherry at the Eiffel Tower in París. They had gone on vacation a few months back together after she officially graduated with her Bacholors. The photo was bright and they each held a champagne flute. Tom’s fingers were interlocked with hers and they both shared bright smiles. Y/N loved the picture and she often wondered if Tom knew that was her home screen.

Y/N tapped on the yellow Snapchat icon, swiping left immediately to see the stories posted by her friends. Cherry was first, a few snaps from before she had left her apartment to meet with you. Then a video of her doing a shot. Typical. Then it was Y/N’s younger sister, Charity, a 16 year old who was basically Y/N’s younger twin. Charity and a few of her friends had gone to the country club today. Playing golf and going swimming, the typical things. Tapping on, was Harrison’s story. There was a video of Harrison and Tom taking a shot, Tom’s face scrunched up and he stuck out his tongue.

“Gross.” Tom said disgustingly as Harrison laughed.

Y/N giggled and with another tap she was at Tom’s story.

He had posted a shirtless picture to his private story, a bulge very prominent in his grey sweats. Was this in the story only meant for her? Yup! Fuck. He looked absolutely delightful, but with another tap, she saw a photo of him with a girl in his lap. She rolled her eyes and swiped down and off of the stories before swiping to the camera. She sat her phone against one of the many bottles, stepping a few feet back to take an equally hot picture of herself. She made sure to accentuate her hips and her chest, throwing her head back, the way she knows Tom likes. Her hair draped loosely over her shoulders and then, the picture was done. She checked it, made sure that it was up to her standards before adding a GIF to go along with it.

Before she knew it, a hand clasped over her shoulder, making her jump out of fear. She turned around quickly, stabiling herself with the counter, mentally readying herself to start swinging but it was only her best friend who was standing in front of her with a large grin on her face.

“Try it!” Cherry smiled and pushed the red solo cup into Y/N’s hands. Y/N looked down at the brown liquid in the cup, raising an eyebrow at Cherry before bringing the edge of the cup to her lips and taking the smallest sip of it. It tasted like the drink she almost always gets; fireball and coke. Y/N could laugh at the way Cherry whispered a soft “How’d I do?”

Y/N smacked her lips and smiled at Cherry. “You did perfect.” Y/N complimented. “Fireball and coke is a good choice.”

“Well, I know that it’s usually what you get and you told me explicitly that you could not have anything other than fireball, which I still don’t understand because fireball makes you angry sometimes and I don’t know if you’re looking for a fight, but all I’m saying is to let me know before you start throwing down with some bitch because I need to make sure I get it on video.” Cherry rambled, leaning onto the counter to try and leverage herself.

“I’m not going to fight anyone.” Y/N responded, sipping on the drink again. Cherry laughed a pitiful laugh.

“You say that and then someone's going to look at Tom wrong an-” Cherry paused and with wide eyes, looked at her best friend. “Oh no, I'm so sorry I-”

“You're right. I promise I won't fight anyone tonight.”

Cherry smiled and lept onto Y/N, arms catching her neck in a hug, one that Y/N was all too familiar with. She wrapped her arms around Cherry's waist and squeezed her for a moment.

“I love you.” Cherry whispered into Y/N’s ear.

“Ditto.”

And with that they separated. Cherry smiled up and her before kissing her cheek and removing herself completely.

“Do you mind if I go find Charolette? She said she was going to be here.”

“Yeah. I'll stay here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. If anything changes I'll text you.” Y/N smiled and Cherry returned it, skipping away as her heels clacked against the hardwood floor.

And there Y/N was, once again, alone. Y/N sighed and turned so her back faced the archway, unlocking her phone again and going to respond to a few of the messages she had ignored. This wasn’t her best idea, by far. She didn’t want to be here and knowing that Tom was with someone else and didn’t tell her, made it a bit worse for her. But, Cherry wanted her to have a good time and she would. Especially when they get to go to a breakfast diner later, which was all Y/N needed to be convinced to come out tonight, other than her friends, of course. But she was just tired. Annoyed.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice sounded, causing Y/N to jump again. Damn. She turned on her heel quickly, looking at the blonde man standing in front of her. Harrison Otwrfield. Tom Holland’s best friend and one of her most seen friends. He's not a close friend of hers, not even a “friend”, some would say. More of an acquaintance, if anything. But he was always with Tom and she saw Tom regularly, making Harrison a regular with her. But she  didn't trust him. Not for a good reason, she just doens’t trust blonde men, just something about them screams WRONG WAY!

No clue why, they just do.

“Hm?” She hummed, hiking one of her eyebrows up. She lifted her drink and took a large swig before titling it to point at him. “Go on, what do you need?”

“I didn't know you were going to be here.” He simply stated.

“I could say the same.” She looked him up and down. “Daddy’s money” screamed from the Rolex on his wrist and the Gucci belt he wore. “Want a shot?” Y/N asked, turning her back to Harrison, taking the closet vodka. Blue raspberry. How cute.

Taken aback, Harrison chuckled. “You already have a drink.” He mentioned.

“So? Is that a no?”

“Your limit is like 2. Plus, Tom would kill me if you got too drunk.”

“Oh, so now you're watching out for me?” She scoffed, turning around with both shots in between her fingers. “It's one shot compared to the drink I have.”

“Which is?”

“None of your business.” She snapped. “If you're asking for Tom, you can tell him he can ask himself.” She sat the extra shot glass down before tapping the remaining one, throwing it back in a swift gulp.

Y/N grabbed her drink, palm over the opening just so no one can easily slip anything into it. She didn't know where she was going, but it was going to be the next less crowded space in the house. She had to push past bodies, some would give her looks and others would call out her name to get to stop and talk. But she never did, she just continued walking past and towards a corner on the other side of the room. It was small but there weren't many people and it was still in view of the dance floor, so she could give Cherry an exact location. Y/N much preferred to be reliable when they go out and drink. She's had one too many times of over drinking and needing a sitter and not having one, that's when Cherry came into the picture. She was somehow a saving grace and Y/N just wanted to offer that back to her.

Y/N let out the air she had been holding, relaxing her shoulders for a minute. She reached and grabbed her phone and opened her messages, going to Cherry’s contact

Y/N: i'm over by the backyard door. it's close to the DJ area. had to move bc of Haz.

She knew this wasn't the best type of buddy system but it's always worked for them. They have their location for one another on everything and they share their location at all times. Y/N wouldn't let anything happen to Cherry and vice versa. Neither of them ever wanted to overstep when they partied so having a system where one person can drink a little bit but not enough to inhabit them to walk home. The other one on the other hand can drink as much as they want. Sometimes if they had rides, usually Tom and Harrison, they both would drink. But only them would they both be wasted together.

Y/N lifted her drink and repositioned her hand before taking another large swig. She watched over the party, tapping her fingers along to the music. It wasn't good but it was okay. She knew exactly what she wanted to listen to so she unlocked her phone, pulling up Cherry’s contact again.

Y/N: come meet me over here im going to put on Majesty and we HAVE TO DANCE TO IT!

She quickly went to the phone on the chair, the phone was unlocked and already on Spotify. Nice. Um… Search… Majesty… Nicki-Aha! Y/N swiped left and queued the song, going into the already queued and moving it up to the 4th song. Enough time for Cherry to text her back.

Y/N finishes her drink by the time Cherry shows up. She’s alone, unlike many of the times before, but her pink lips still wore the cheekiest smile.

“Missed you!” She said and Y/N repeated the words back. “When's the song going to play?”

“After this one.”

“Okay!” Cherry clapped, taking one of her hands and grabbing Y/N’s, taking them close to the center of the dance floor. Cherry stood in front of her, her hips beginning to move and her arms rising above her. “Let’s move, baby!”

The song started a minute later and Cherry took Y/N’s hands again, moving them so that Y/N would begin moving her hips a bit, and it worked. Time stopped for a moment as they dance and sang together, Cherry turning to dance against Y/N, giggling as they danced with one another. Their hands interlinked as Y/N helped spin Cherry a bit, dropping low with her and following the lead of her best friend. The song naturally fell from their lips; one of the most listened to songs for both of them and the movements were rehearsed in their kitchens, bedrooms, bathrooms and anywhere whenever the song came on.

They even had specific parts they would sing in the car with one another. Y/N and Cherry took turns rapping Eminiems words as they danced with one another as the highway’s went by. The world all melting together while they drove down with the sunroof open and with the windows down, the world all becoming a memory. A memory that she cherished every day of her life.

“Like I'm a meteorite, and motherfuck the fucking media / Right in the behind, I'm a human encyclopedia / I must be like pie crust because I was bread to rise like I was yeast.” The girls screamed to one another and as the next words came up and the syllables left Y/N’s lips, there was a voice she knew all too well.

“And you're never gonna reach these heights / They're just too high to reach / And I ain't even reached my fuckin' highest / You better pick another game / try hide-and-seek-” Thomas fucking Holland rapped in her ear. His voice was low and one of the sexiest things she’s heard him do. He always said he hated this song and he just comes out here bang rapping? Y/N deeply swallowed as Tom’s rough hands touched her bicep, squeezing softly.

Y/N turned and looked at him. She could feel Cherry’s hand on her shoulder as well. Tom’s face was stone cold, red with frustration, she assumed. His eyes held so much annoyance that she was concerned about whatever was going on because he didn't have a right to be angry at her dancing with Cherry, right?

“Hi.” Y/N greeted.

“We're going home.” Tom said sternly. Y/N went to fight back but Cherry squeezed her shoulder.

“I think he's right.” She agreed.

“What?”

“We're going home.” Tom removed his hand from her bicep and instead draped his arm over her shoulder, guiding her to the front door. Dumbfounded by Cherry's agreement and Tom's sudden intimacy that he refused to ever show in this sort of public eye. The hand holding pictures are only some that are taken, they always take some holding hands and then some where there's no touching.

She bumped into people as she was led towards the door, which Tom opened for both of the women he was leading out. Harrison was standing at his black matte BMW, arms crossed as he watched the three of them walk out. Cherry walked from around them and towards Harrison. Was this planned? Y/N’s eyebrows knitted together in curiosity.

Tom led Y/N to his car, not saying anything. It was a white Lexus, one of the newer models. It had red leather seats and matte black accents. She absolutely fucking loved his car, for more than one reason but she couldn't imagine him wanting to fuck after they've both drank. They both agreed a long time ago that we won't sleep together if we're drunk, at least right now.

Tom opened the passenger side door and Y/N ducked in. Settling on the warm leather that summer brought . Tom walked over to the driver side, settling in before looking over at Y/N, eyes looking over her body. The black sheer lace hugging her torso like none other, and the ripped black jeans looked fantastic. Not to mention the black heels she wore. Her hair fell perfect around her face.

“I thought you didn't like Majesty?” Y/N murmured, a hand buckling the seatbelt before crossing her arms.

“I don't.”

“Oh whatever.” She kicked and looked out the window. Tom huffed and pressed a few buttons, a woman's voice saying “bluetooth'' spoke up and he did a bit more. She didn’t watch him, she just knows from all the times before when she did watch him. Tom would do this every time they left somewhere, he refused to listen to the radio. “What playlist are you putting on?”

“Does it matter?”

Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes, turning her head to look at him. “Why of course it does. You know it does! I don’t want to sit in whatever this is without a good playlist at least.”

“What don’t you want to sit in?”

Y/N took a deep breath before releasing everything she’s wanted to say. “Everything that’s been happening over the past few weeks. You’ve ignored my texts and my calls, you never come over anymore and everytime you post on your story it’s something suggestive and all I want to do is tell you how good you look but I don’t feel like I can because you’re not even talking to me.

I don’t understand what’s changed because I would tell you how fucking good you looked and you always responded. Not just to those texts but you responded to every single one. Showing up to parties, wanting a cuddle buddy or just need someone to talk to. You’ve always been there so what fucking happened?”

Tom stared at her for a moment before smiling and shaking his head, pressing the start button and putting his left hand on the wheel. Tom looked over his shoulder and began to pull out from his spot, completely ignoring Y/N’s question. She scoffed and leaned her head back dramatically, rolling her eyes.

“What’s wrong now?” He asked.

“Answer my question.”

“Why?”

Another scoff from her lips. “Because I don’t understand it! You ignore me one minute and then you’re taking me home planning…” she gestured with her hands “...something! I don’t understand what’s happening, Thomas! If you want to end this, then fine! It’s ended, no worries because no strings attached right?” She ranted, tears swelling in her eyes, choking back tears.

“We’re not going to talk about this right now.” He huffed out, falling back into the driver’s seat. “We’ll talk about it later.”

“When’s later? A month from now when you get off your high horse?”

“No, I just want to be parked.”

There was a moment of silence while the soft music from their Fast Approach, a classical playlist. She’s so frustrated but she knows he’s right for wanting to be safe and she couldn’t blame him. “Fine.”

Tom rolled his shoulders and sighed, turning up the volume so that 4 Romantic Pieces played over their thoughts, which were consuming her mind. She felt so much adrenaline, not really knowing if she was in the right but goddamn she was sick and tired of him not answering her. He never acted like this before, all touchy and quiet about how he felt. He always let you know when he didn’t like something. Anytime some guy would begin to dance with her, he always seemed to fuck her like no other had, jealous would rush through his veins and he would make sure that everyone knew she was supposedly his. Leaving bite marks and bruises up and down her breasts and neck.

The drive back to her apartment was long and drewey. She didn’t want to hear his reasons for not talking to her. She was afraid of her heart being broken like time and time again. She would never admit the crush on Tom that she gained with their relationship. No one truly understood that it wasn’t purely just a flirtatious or sexual relationship and it was hard for her to accept the romantic feelings that she slowly began to develop.

They saw each other almost every single night. They would binge watch shows or make playlists and drive around the city. They would get take out and go to bookstores and they made each other one too many things. Too many to throw out, that’s for sure. Fuck, Tom had a drawer at her apartment! He always kept a nice suit at her apartment, gray joggers, a hoodie, a few shirts, changes of underwear and his toiletry products. She had much of the same at his apartment, just adding in some make-up. She found so much peace in his touch, love in his kiss and releif in his words. She couldn’t imagine him going away.

She couldn’t imagine this going away. She’s upset, sure, but the world was everything to her because of him. He took her on drives around the city, always pointing out things. Always taking her somewhere new, whether it is to a new bar or some high class restaurant. She would tell him about the little things, what she appreciated out of life. She would tell him everything and anything he wanted to know, amazed by her mind. She had a Bachlors in Buisness Management from New York Univerity. She wanted a Masters and possible a PhD. She was beyond smart and he couldn’t imagine how her brain works and that’s what he loved most, he told her everytime she said something he didn’t know. The words always followed with a sincere smile.

He’s everything she ever imagined. He’s everything she’s ever needed and the way her heart began to break over the idea of losing him was a lot. Too much in some ways.

She watched the streetlamps pass and took a deep breath as Tom pulled into the parking lot next to her apartment building, bringing the car to a stop in one of the open spots. Y/N didn’t watch him as he turned off the headlights and still didn’t budge when he turned to look at her, a hand gripping the stearing  wheel.

“So,” Tom pursed his lips. “Want to talk about it?”

“Fuck you, Tom.” She laughed and tilted her head down as she tongued at her cheek. “I just want to know what happened. It’s fine if you want to end it. I don’t care, okay? I just want to understand and have a solid ending.”

Tom sighed and turned to face the front again. He stared through the windshield, at the bushes in front of them. It was silent with only Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven and Luke Woodapple playing in the background. Y/N sniffled once or twice as she tried to control the intense emotions of frustration begin to welt up in her eyes. She just wanted answers and once again, he’s not answering. He’s leaving her hanging again.

“What changed, Tom?”

The question was much quiter than everything she had said before. Finally letting the tears roll down her cheeks as a flood of emotions hit her all at once. Everyone felt like it was falling apart and the world wasn’t going to stop turning for her. She had never felt such heart break. Not even when she was stabbed in the back in college or when her “high school sweetheart” cheated on her. Nothing could compare to this pain that her heart felt.

“You.”

The world paused for a moment as the words registered in her brain. What does he mean her? There’s no fucking way. She stared at Tom, arms unfolding as tears continued to fall down her cheeks and onto her chest. So many dots felt like they still weren’t connected, but at the same, so many were connecting. Y/N wanted to protest, but Tom beat her to speaking.

“Haz has been on my arse about this for the last month, okay? He’s known forever and Cherry started hopping on the train. I don’t want us to end, I just don’t know what to do because this wasn’t the plan. The plan wasn’t to fall in love with you. You just… changed everything for me. You bring me soup when I’m sick and you let me come over when I can’t bear to be home. There’s no one with a touch like yours and…” a huff as Tom pushed his loose curls back. “...I didn’t know what to do than to get other girls to replace it and no one did and then you just because home and you just became everything I needed. I don’t even know when it happened or how, it just did and now, here we are.”

Tom sighed, giving Y/N the softest smile as he gestured as a way to say ‘there you go.’ And there it was. Her questions were answered, in a way. The worries she had before were now gone and although her heart still ached, she also felt calm. He felt the same. Y/N laughed softly as she wiped the tears, sniffling as she continued giggling.

“What’s funny?” He asked. “You can’t just laugh at me when I’m telling you there are strings attached.” He whined, making Y/N laugh a bit harder, looking over at him.

“Just kiss me, loser.”

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Pairing: fuckboy!Tom Holland x reader

Summary: Tom asks you to be in a fake relationship with him in order to make someone jealous, after you confessed your feelings for him.

Warnings: angst, fluff, fuckboy!Tom, happy ending

A/N: this gif inspired me to write this. Blame it on the gif. Goodnight 🌙

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“You’re joking, right?” You ask him, furrowing your brows.

“Come on, Y/N! We’re friends and friends help each other,” Tom says.

“You’re asking me to go to a party with you, to pretend that I’m in a relationship with you, just because you wanna get someone jealous? No way, I’m not gonna do that,” you reply, whispering, because you’re currently looking for a book you need for your thesis.

“I don’t know what to do... I have always used this method, but Z is busy with her thesis right now”.

“Hello? I am too!” You almost exclaim. But then, something hits you. You’re suddenly aware of his thoughts, as you’re reading his mind. He looks at you confused. “But it’s different with me, right? Because I confessed my feelings for you a week ago. And you said that it was fine”.

“Y/N, please, don’t...”

“Do you think that I’m a puppet or something?” You shout, your veins boiling because of how much you’re angry in this moment. “I don’t even know how I could fall in love with someone like you, Tom,” you say it with such venom in your voice tone, that Tom’s eyes grow wide, astonished.

The librarian kicks you both out from the college library, but you were tired of that conversation anyway. Tom tries to stop you, but you run faster than him, disappearing from his view.

-

After a night spent in tears, you go to class with your eyes circled in red and swollen. Your sunglasses cover them for the most part, but Zendaya seems to notice that there’s something wrong.

“He asked you, I assume,” she says and you nod. “What a...”

“Y/N!” Tom calls, but you shake your head. Talking to him is the last thing you want to do. He would apologize, without even meaning it and you would forgive him like you always do. But not this time.

You run to the bathroom, locking yourself in, but you hear Tom knocking at your door anyway. You’re sure that’s him.

“Go away, Tom!”

“Y/N, I’m sorry that I wanted to take advantage of your kindness. I shouldn’t have done that”, he says.

“It’s too late, Tom. You know, I was okay with you rejecting me last week, because I didn’t confess my feelings to you in order to receive something. I just wanted you to know it, to know that you were loved. But now I really ask myself what I saw in you,” you say, sighing.

Tom’s hand slips on the door. You feel him breathing, when a sob slips from his lips like his hand did on the door. You made him cry.

“I’ve never been in love, Y/N. I don’t know what love looks like or how that’s supposed to be. I don’t like commitment, because I don’t wanna disappoint anyone. Because what if they find out that I’m empty? Or that I’m just a giant black hole that swallows people alive? Maybe nobody should really love me, Y/N. Especially not you,” he says. You remain quiet, looking at your shoes. He had never told you that. “When you said that you fell in love with me, today, I felt a sense of warmth inside of me that I don’t even know how to explain. Your feelings don’t make you weak, Y/N, they just make you human. And to be completely honest, I really love that about you,” he continues.

You go out from the bathroom and look at him directly into his eyes: he’s not lying. He takes your chin between two fingers and then, slowly, he kisses you. And now, you feel a sense of warmth too into your chest. You feel at home.

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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. ❤️

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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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[breakablebarnes]

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[morningbluue]

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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fuckboy!tom

Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, usual typos

You were sitting in your classroom reading through your textbook and waiting for the professor to come, when all of a sudden the sound of whispers followed by an eruption of laughter coming from the group of frat boys caught your attention. You raised your head and look at them through the frames of you glasses only to see all of them looking at you making you even more self-conscious  

Shifting your attention back your book you heard an even louder sound of laughter erupt from them; of course they must've been talking about you, there was no doubt there. If anyone had handed you a surprise test you would have aced it, but if you were put at any social event you would pass out just at the thought of, that is why college was a nightmare. You had no idea how these bozos could go to a party every second day and yet be alive at this point.

Soon enough the lecture was over and you were collecting your things to head to your next class, you realized that the only way to do so was to pass the group of boys. Clutching on to your things you successfully passed their posse, or so you thought.

"Hey Y/n!" One of them called out, you grimaced before turning, "We're having this party today would you like to come?" He teased. No one had ever seen you at any party and now it was just a teasing game to them, but you hated being a goody-too-shoes. "Knock it off guys," A certain brown haired said as he himself tried to hold back his laughter, "I'm sure she doesn't time to let loose, she must be having a tea party with her stuffed animals." He teased as they all burst into fits of laughter making you storm out in anger, you had enough of it and now it was your turn to have your fun.

Walking up to the door of the frat house in you blue dress  that barely reached your knees, a shiver running down your spine as the wind began to pick up. There was no need to knock on the gigantic doors of the house they were already open. Entering the house it looked like every typical frat party you had seen in movies and tv shows, butterflies interrupting in your stomach as you walked around.

There were many students from your classes who were there and were shocked to see you; of course it was your first ever party because you had no idea what you were supposed to do. The music boomed around the house as you walked deeper in, hoping to find someone you know, and you did but not in the position you expected to see them. The same mope of brown curls that teased you earlier, Tom, he had his hands wrapped around some girls waist and making out with her. You internally gagged at the site and began to walk away thinking it was a bad idea.

You were almost out the door when the faint calling of your name reached your ears over the music. It was the same boy who was just pushing his tongue down that girls throat moments ago, "Hey you made it!" He exclaimed and pulled you into a hug, hesitantly you were in his embrace and inhaling his cologne mixed with alcohol.

"Sorry I was just about to leave."

"What why?" he asked.

"Isn't it kind of obvious? I don't belong here." You said wrapping your arms around your self.

"That's because you haven't given it a chance, come on!" He stated and took your hand, dragging you back in. "Wait here." He said, leaving you stranded in one corner. Moments later he came back with a red solo cup in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other, "Here." He said handing you the cup. "What's this?" You asked.

"Well I'm assuming you've never had alcohol so I got you coke."

"I thought you would be corrupting me." You raised an eyebrow. He smirked and lowered his head, his lips near your ear, "Baby steps darling." He whispered, your cheeks turning into a tint of red at the sound of that nickname. And that's when you thought, 'Screw baby steps'.

You caught him off guard by snatching the beer bottle from his hand and downing almost half the bottle in a go. "Woah, woah slow down there!" He coaxed, your face scrunching up when the bottle left your lips. It might have been little but your head was already spinning a bit.

"You okay?" He chuckled at the sight of how adorable you looked, you nodded and reached again for the bottle when he stopped you, "Normally I would allow this but I'm cutting you off."

"What? Come on, let me have it!" You whined, he tried to stop you by putting his hand behind his back, trying to reach out for it you realized how your arms were around him; standing chest to chest as you stared into his chocolate brown like eyes. "Tom!" His friend called him causing the two to brake eyes contact. Taking the opportunity you took the bottle out of his grip, and making a run for it. He chased you, pushing himself through the sea of people, this is the first time he's ever done anything like this, being secretly glad that you came.

You downed the entire bottle and waited behind a pillar waiting for Tom, when suddenly his strong arms wrapped around your waist, your back was pressed against his strong chest as he spun you around; a giggle escaping your lips. "I'm cutting you off." He laughed putting you down as you turned and faced him, wrapping your arms around his neck; you were clearly drunk.

A surge of confidence came over you, "Kiss me." You whispered.

"No."

"Why not?" You whined.

"This isn't like you."

"Then what is like me?"

"Being a cute nerd is like more you."

"You think I'm cute?" You furrowed your eyebrows as he shrugged, a small smile crept on his lips. "You should get home y/n."

"What aren't you going to bed me?" You asked him, "Isn't this what you do? Get a girl drunk and then sleep with her?"

"Yeah, but you're not the type of girl to have one night stands with." You gave him a confused look, "You're the type of girl I'd take on dates and stuff." He confessed, okay so maybe he had been harboring a crush over you and that is why he acted like a dick and teased you.  "Did I make you go all soft?" He nodded answering your question. "Then kiss me." He did smiling into the kiss as did you.

Who knew just a kiss could make him a changed man, and he even proved you by asking you out the next day, and taking you on cute little dates further on. He paid no mind to the teasing of how soft he went for you by his friends as long as he was with you, nothing could get to him.  

a/n: I have no idea what I have written 😂

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✧･ﾟ: 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✧･ﾟ:

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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 𝐇𝐨𝐥����𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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𝐂𝐞𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐁𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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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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King of CSCC (Ch.1)

Pairing: Rich Kid! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: When Y/N gets a scholarship to attend Collegialiter Schola Currere Cucurri, a prestigious boarding school in England. She’s very studious and organizes, everything needs to be a certain way for her to be happy. Tom is the resident fuckboy at school and,  with his daddy being the richest man on earth, he practically owns the school. What happens when Tom falls completely in love with Y/N, but she doesn’t want to be with him because of his reputation.

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Prologue

The next morning, Y/N woke up in the unfamiliar room that will be her home for the rest of the school year. She gets out of bed and slowly makes her way into her private bathroom to get ready for the day. When she is finally ready for the day, she makes her way out the door only to run into Delilah waiting for her at the door. “Good morning, neighbour! How’d you sleep last night?” Delilah questions the sleep ridden girl. Y/N rubs her eyes and groans, “I am still so tired. I wish I could have gotten an earlier flight, but since I was a tad late with buying the tickets this is those are the cheapest tickets I could find. Jet-lag is going to fucking kill me tomorrow during classes.” Delilah lets out a laugh and pulls her towards the front entrance of the dormitories. “You’ll be fine. Come on, the boys are saving us a spot at the table and we want to get there before all the good tea is gone,” Delilah lectures the sleepy girl. Y/N grumbles and follows the too cheerful girl to the Dining Hall.

Tom and Harrison joke around while they wait for the girls to come. “No, but last time I checked you didn’t bang Katie…” Tommy cut himself off when he saw Delilah and Y/N walk into the room. The poor girl looks so tired that all he wanted to do is wrap her up in a blanket and cuddle her. He wanted to watch as her chest moved up and down while she slept. The mere thought of that made his insides feel mushy and warm. It surprised him that he didn’t have one sexual thought about the girl, okay maybe he had a few, but he wanted it to be more about intimacy and lovemaking rather than it just being sex just like he always wants with other girls. Harrison notices his friend’s stare and waves his hand in front of Tom’s face, “Hello, anybody home?” Tom quickly snaps out of his daydream and quickly gets up. “Harrison and I will go get you ladies breakfast. How do eggs benedict with earl grey tea sound?” Tom asks the girls, but he doesn’t really wait for a response as he tugs Harrison with him towards the line of students waiting for their breakfast. However the boys don’t line up with everyone else, they cut to the front and start getting the little groups breakfast for them. “You know you are totally whipped for her and you barely know her,” Harrison teases as he places some plates onto the trays. Tom shakes his head, but keeps his smile to himself at the thought of her, “No, I’m not. I just want to be her friend. If she’s going to be hanging out with Delilah all the time then she’ll be hanging out with us, so I might as well be friends with her.” Harrison shakes his head in disagreement as he poured some tea for the four of them. “Whatever, just don’t break her heart because Delilah and I really do like her and it would be really hard choosing between you two. I also want you to know that you have never gotten your own breakfast and just the fact that you are getting her breakfast tells me that she is different,” Harrison tells him truthfully because he really wanted his best friend to be happy.

At the same time, Delilah tries to convince Y/N that Tom likes Y/N. “Tom totally likes you, you know?” Delilah informs her new best friend. Y/N shakes her head in annoyance, “No, he doesn’t. He’s just a massive flirt.” Delilah, however, is very adamant about the fact that Tom really likes Y/N. “It’s true, Y/N/N. Tom has never offered to get anyone anything ever, so the fact that he is getting you breakfast-” before Delilah could finish what she is saying, Tom and Harrison come back to the table with everyone’s breakfast. Tom places a tray in front of Y/N while Harrison gives Delilah her tray. “So what are you girls talking about?” Tom asks as he wonders why Y/N looks flustered. Y/N looks down at her plate and starts eating, “We aren’t talking about anything important. How did you guys sleep?” Tom is a little disappointed that Y//N didn’t really answer his question, but he answers her question none the less, “I slept well thank you very much. How about you?” The rest of breakfast went a lot like the night before when everyone was helping Y/N unpack. After breakfast, Tom, Harrison, and Delilah wanted to head to the gymnasium.

“So we should you the gym yesterday briefly, but now you can have a better look at it,” Delilah says as she gets out what the British would call a football. She places it on the floor and the three of them start kicking the balls around. “Do you play, Y/N?” Tom inquires as he gently passes the ball to her. Y/N kicks the ball to Harrison but fails and ends up kicking it in the opposite direction. “I am not that great at sports. I like to exercise, but my hand-eye coordination is pretty bad and I pretty clumsy so it’s not the best combination for playing sports. I like playing soccer though, just not for competition. The three of you are on the soccer team, right?” Y/N explains as she watches the ball go back in forth between the four of them. Harrison lets out a chuckle, “We call it football here in England. I don’t exactly know what soccer is, but yeah we are on the football teams. Tom and I are on the male team, and Delilah is on the female team.” “Why don’t we play a little game? I’ll get the nets,” Delilah suggests while heading to the storage closet to get the nets. “I call having Delilah on my team,” Tom calls out. Harrison chuckles as he walks over to Y/N, “That’s fine. Y/N and I can kick your asses either way.” Harrison picks up the ball and places it in the middle of the gym. The game starts and Harrison passes the ball over to Y/N who runs towards the goal with it. She tries to dodge Delilah, but Delilah is too fast for Y/N and takes the ball from her. Delilah passes the ball to Tom who dashes towards the net with it. Y/N runs after Tom and tries to kick the ball away from Tom, but she fails to do so and ends up slipping. She falls straight onto her butt. Tom immediately stops in his tracks and runs over to her with a worried look on his face. “Omg, Y/N are you okay? I am so sorry. Here let me help you up,” Tom says as he holds his hand up for her to take. Y/N takes his hand and pulls herself up, “Thank you. I am fine. My bum is just going to be a little so. Although, I have to advise you that you shouldn’t leave the ball attend because then just anyone can take it.” Y/N runs over to the ball as fast as she can and heads over towards the net. She is laughing the whole way there and once she gets in front of the net, she kicks the ball directly into it. Y/N screams in excitement and runs to give her a hug. “Good job, Y/N,” Harrison praises. The score was tied and they were getting ready to finish the game. Tom has the ball and is running towards the net. Y/N runs after her and tries to steal the ball from him, but she ends up tackling him by accident. Y/N falls on top of Tom so that they are both looking at each other. Tom looks into Y/N’s Y/E/C eyes and sees just how her eyes sparkle when she laughs. A little bit of her hair covers her eyes so Tom lifts his hand to move it away from her eyes. “You’re crushing me just a little bit,” Y/N notifies Tom whilst giggling. Tom chuckles and gets to his feet, “Sorry. I say we call it a tie and head to get some celebratory ice creams in town.”

Everyone heads to take a quick shower and get change, then they all head into Tom’s Mercedes Benz. Harrison and Delilah purposefully sit in the back seat of the car, so that Y/N would have to sit in the front seat with Tom. “Hey, can I plug my phone in for music, please?” Y/N queries with her phone in her hand. Tom nods his head and hands her the cable while keeping his eyes on the road. Y/N plugs in her phone and puts on one of her playlists.  Perfect by Ed Sheeran starts playing and Y/N starts singing along to the music. Tom unconsciously starts tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and starts to sing along with Y/N, “I whispered underneath my breath, but you heard it. Darling, you look perfect tonight.” Y/N looks over at Tom with a surprised look on her face then smiles. She couldn’t help, but admire the way that the sun reflects off of Tom’s brown hair and how it makes his eyes smile. His voice isn’t bad like she thought it might be, but it is actually quite soothing. Tom notices Y/N’s stare and looks over, “What’s up?” “Nothing, just surprised that you have a nice singing voice,” Y/N tells him. What she doesn’t know is that at the same time, Tom was noticing the same things about her. He notices just how much he loves the way the sun reflects off of her hair. He can see just how her eyes sparkle when she hears a song she loves and it’s driving him crazy. He would do anything in the world to be able to always have her sit in the front seat with him. The rest of the car ride was with the whole car singing along to Y/N’s playlist.

Once they arrive at Scoops, the ice cream parlour in town, Y/N and Tom decide to go get the ice cream while Delilah and Harrison save them a table outside since it is still warm enough outside. “What are you getting?” Tom asks Y/N, who was looking at the menu. Scoops is known to have a notoriously big menu. Currently, they have fifty-eight different flavours that you can choose from and Y/N has no idea what to get. “I don’t know, but you can go ahead and order. I’ll just go after you,” Y/N states with an adorable thinking face being shown on her face. “No, it’s fine. I am going to pay for all of them. Maybe, I could surprise you with a flavour if you can’t choose. I think a know a flavour that you might like,” Tom purposes as a solution to Y/N’s dilemma. Y/N agrees to Tom’s idea, “Yeah, that sounds great. Could you maybe get it in a cup, please?  Thank you.” Tom says that Y/N can head back to the table with everyone else whilst he orders. When Tom is finished ordering, he heads back to the table with everyone else. The friends talk about random things whilst waiting for the ice cream to come. A few minutes pass and the waiter brings the ice cream with glasses of water for everyone. “I got Delilah her favourite, strawberries and fava beans. Harrison, I got you the apple lavender. I got the chocolate sage and Y/N I got you salted caramel pretzel,” Tom reveals to the group. Everyone took their perspective ice creams and dives into them. Tom watches as Y/N takes a bite of her ice cream to see what she thinks of it. “So what do you think?” Tom seeks her opinion on the ice cream. Y/N’s sighs with satisfaction when the ice cream touches her tongue, “This is so good! This was a good choice, Tommy! Thank you!”

They eat their ice cream with pleasant conversation until Y/N notices three kids the same age as them walking past the store with a ‘we are better than you’ look on their face. “Hey, do you know who they were?” she queries as she finishes her ice cream. Harrison looks to see who she’s looking at before responding, “That was Penelope Williams and her minions, Julia and Carter Bellsworth.” Delilah rolls her eyes at the mention of the trio and scoops some more ice cream into her mouth. “Ugh, let’s not talk about those idiots. I hate them so much,” she groans. Y/N frowns with confusion because she can’t recall reading any of their names in her research of the school. “Why? What’s wrong with them?” Y/N interrogates. At that Tom chimes into the conversation, “What isn’t wrong with them? Carter is madly in love with Delilah, but he’s skull is so thick that you can break concrete with it. All he does is follow his twin sister around and Julia, she can’t think for herself. She’s always doing whatever Penelope is doing and she’s always trying to get Harrison to go on a date with her. And don’t even get me started on Penelope. We used to sleep with each other. It was supposed to be no strings attached, but then she went around telling everyone that we were dating so I broke it off. Ever since then she’s been trying to get me to date her. She’s also a spoiled brat that does whatever to get what she wants, so that’s also what’s wrong with her.” Y/N won’t lie and say that she didn’t feel a little pang in her heart when she heard that Tom had slept with Penelope, but what can she do? “Ahhh, they sound delightful. They seem like the Plastics of CSCC,” Y/N observes. Tom chortles, “Yeah, like the plastics in Mean Girls. I love that movie” Y/N gives him a surprised look because he really doesn’t look like the type of guy to watch a chick flick. Tom notices, “What? Delilah made us watch it when we were younger and I am not going to deny that I love the movie just because it’s a chick flick.” “I am not judging. I just really like the movie too,” Y/N retorts with a smile on her face. The friends spent the rest of the afternoon at the ice cream parlour.

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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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[tomthesoftie]

hiii :)) so maybe a tom x reader based on the song lover of mine by 5sos ??? thank you!!!!

Lover Of Mine

a/n: i hope you enjoy it! i tried my best to interpret the lyrics, so hopefully i got most of it right... also, this is a frat!tom fic because it fit really well. italics mean flashback

pairing: frat!tom x reader

warnings: one derogatory word, angst, fluff

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Tom’s kaleidoscope mind kept getting in the way of everything in his life, except for one thing, you. You were the only thing he got right out of all he’s done in college. 

Recently, you and Tom had gotten into a tiff. It was over his partying habits. Of course you knew he was a frat boy, but he was constantly getting drunk and his friends resulted in calling you late at night to pick him up. Another was that he let any slut grind in his lap or touch him inappropriately. He found what you said completely ridiculous, saying that you were just jealous or that you knew what you were getting into when you decided to date him. The next thing he knew was with the roll of your eyes, you were gone. 

Tom had slowly started changing, improving himself for you. He hoped the spark of your relationship was still there, for you were the best thing that ever happened to him. 

Tom stared as you danced around in the living room, feeling yourself. You were flipping your hair over your shoulders, raising your arms in the air, swaying your body to the beat. You had even asked for Tom to join you.

“Please, Tommy? For me?” You gave him your pouty face.

He just chuckled and walked over, grabbing your waist. It was playful and formal. He towered over you, admiring the sparkle in your eyes and the happiness practically radiating of your body. 

Tom had lost himself to the sight of you.

You had shared all your deep, dark secrets with him, letting down your walls, showing your vulnerability. 

“You can trust me, darling. I will always be here for you,” Tom stroked your hair with a calloused hand.

Tom had been walking on campus when he saw your silky hair shining in the sunlight. You were beaming. Giggles fell from your mouth as you talked with your friends. 

Erratically, he rushed over to you, asking if he could talk with you alone. You agreed, still mad at him, but the love you had for him was still there, weakening you.

“Darling, I’m so sorry. I’ve changed, I swear. Please forgive me for my past regrets and mistakes. I’ll do better this time, just take me back,” Tom begged, holding your hands in his,  he gripped tightly as to hold you for as long as he could.

Seeing the desperation and honesty in his eyes, you forgave him, “Fine, but one more chance. That’s it.”

His small, pink lips rose, “You won’t regret it, lover of mine,” you flushed at the nickname.

Tom knew you were destined to be together, and this time, he wouldn’t mess it up. He swore to himself that he’ll never give you away, for he already made that mistake.

[lousimusician]

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Updated: December 2, 2019

Key:

Angst- 💔

Smut- 💦

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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

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

Inexperienced Masterlist💦💦💦

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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

[tomhollandandtessa]

He went from soft boyfriend

To fuck boy reallll fast

[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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