#tom holland x actress!reader

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Come See About Me

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Synopsis: Tom realizes he got you all wrong and slowly falls as he learns more about you during the press tour

Masterlist

“Oh shoot. I’m press with Y/n all week.” Tom said as he read an email from his team.

“Is that a bad thing?” Harry asked him.

“Not necessarily. I just don’t really know her that well. She was super reserved on set for the few days I shot with her. I wonder why they paired me with her.”

“Well, you’re the same age, right? The movie team probably just want to start romance rumors for publicity.”

“I don’t think that will happen. I barely got to know her during filming. I doubt anyone will see chemistry between us.” Tom replied. He started pacing around his hotel room and felt uncharacteristically nervous for the day ahead.

“Well for your sake, let’s hope you don’t see chemistry between you either.” Harry snorted.

“How do you mean?” Tom frowned.

“You know how messy relationships in the public eye can be. Just don’t go falling in love with this girl, okay? I do not want to watch you pine after your dark and mysterious costar.” Harry warned him.

“Psh. I won’t fall in love with her. That would never happen.” Tom scoffed and continued scrolling through his phone. He ended up on Instagram and saw that you had recently posted a photo. It was just a simple selfie in your hotel room which was probably just a few doors down from Tom’s. He found himself smiling and gave the photo a like. He may not have gotten to know you on set, but there’s no reason he couldn’t get to know you now.

“But if I did, why would that be bad?” Tom asked as he deep stalked your Instagram.

“The way I see it, there are two outcomes if you choose to pursue her. Option one is you get swept up in the excitement of promoting the movie and start reading into every little interaction between the two of you because that’s what the public is doing. So you convince yourself you’re in love with her and maybe she’ll even convince herself of the same thing. But once the press tour is over and you get to be with each other without any reason or purpose, you realize you never actually liked each other. And that’ll just end up breaking both your hearts. Even worse if only one of you realizes you never actually liked the other. God. That would be a nightmare.” Harry shivered.

“Okay.” Tom said slowly. “That was oddly specific. So what’s the other outcome?”

“You fall in love with her on this press tour and then it ends before you get a chance to tell her. So she flies off to film another movie and you’re stuck kicking yourself for not being honest with her sooner. And I’m stuck watching you whine about it.” Harry said simply.

“Or, hear me out, secret third option.” Tom proposed. “I fall for her and she falls for me and we have a great relationship. And maybe it lasts and maybe it doesn’t. But at least we gave it a shot. That could happen, right?”

“Maybe. But either way, she’s getting on a plane at the end of this press tour. And you can’t fall in love with someone who’s worlds away. Remember that.” Harry reminded him.

“I’m not gonna fall in love with her.” Tom insisted.

“Promise?” Harry asked skeptically.

“Yeah. Promise.” Tom said weakly. He looked at your picture one more time before shutting his phone off.

The next morning, Tom got into a black van that was going to take the cast to the building where the interviews were taking place. You got into the car shortly after with a huge smile on your face that Tom had never seen before. You were in a nice dress and full glam already, unintentionally earning yourself Tom’s full attention.

“Good morning.” You said enthusiastically as you sat in the seat beside him. He was slightly taken aback by how friendly you were being since he had only ever seen you being quiet and reserved.

“Oh, hello.” He smiled in surprise. “Good morning to you too, darling. How are you doing?”

“I’m really excited for today.” You admitted. “I haven’t done a big press tour like this before. I know they can be a little boring and repetitive but I can’t wait.”

“Yeah. These tours are pretty crazy. You get to see a lot of amazing places which is really cool. But you also get to answer the same question 100 times a day for a month straight. You’ll learn the highs and the lows pretty soon.”

“I’m ready for it all. But thanks for the warning. I appreciate any tips I can get.” You chuckled.

“You’re welcome. And don’t worry. You’ll get used to waking up at the crack of dawn and having a bunch of people you’ve never met poke you with makeup and hair stuff.”

“When?” You asked through a yawn. “Because I have a full face of makeup on before my brain is fully awake and it feels so very, very wrong.”

“Not soon enough.” He sighed. “I’ve learned to stay half asleep while the nice ladies apply my concealer.”

“Oh, so this complexion isn’t natural?” You teased and pointed to his face.

“Nope. You’re not the only one in full glam right now, darling.” He humored you, making you laugh.

“Careful. You don’t know if you can’t trust me yet. I might sell that piece of bad boy information to a news site and get you exposed.” You warned. It was Tom’s turn to laugh and he felt amazed that he had never seen this side of your personality before.

“I hope you don’t. I was just about to say that I’m glad I can share your first big press tour with you but now I feel we may have begun an enemies arch.”

“No. We can’t be enemies.” You whined playfully. “Because I was gonna say that I’m glad you’re here too. You always seem so relaxed and funny in interviews. I’m really hoping I don’t come off as nervous as I feel today.”

“Don’t worry. You won’t. It’ll feel just like a conversation.” He assured you. He was pleased to know you were a watcher of his interviews and wondered what else he’d uncover about you that day.

“Thank. I really appreciate you helping me with all this.”You said sincerely.

“It’s no trouble. If you have any other questions, just ask. I’ll help wherever I can.” He told you.

“Thanks, Tom.” You smiled at him. He smiled back and suddenly remembered what Harry had said the night before about not falling in love with you. Tom was just one conversation in and already struggling to keep his promise.

Once the van arrived at the building, you and Tom had makeup touch ups and were then sent into the junket room.

“Wow. I haven’t seen the poster yet.” You gasped and touched the poster with gentle fingertips. Tom watched you admiring it and smiled when he saw how proud you looked.

“You look good up there. I hope to see you on more posters.” He said and nudged you slightly.

“Like in Playboy?” You asked and looked insulted.

“What?” Tom gulped. “No, no, no. I didn’t-“

“I’m just messing with you.” You cut him off and nudged him back. He felt his hearts too racing and cracked a smile.

“You really had me for a second there, darling. I didn’t realize you had such a sense of humor. I guess I never heard you say much on set.”

“Thats because I found it hard to shake my character after filming all day. I guess I’m not used to separating that yet. I loved my character and all but I’m so glad to be done shooting her. She’s so dark and dramatic. It really affected my mood on set.” You told him as you both sat down in your chairs.

“Oh, wow. So you’re not quiet? You were just in character?”

“Quiet? I’ve never been described as quiet.” You laughed. “I was just in my emo phase on set because the material I was shooting was so dark. It bummed me out all day.”

“But you’re not bummed out today?” He asked with a coy smile.

“Fuck no. I’m ready to party.” You whispered to him just as the journalist came in. He burst out laughing at the unexpected expletive and earned himself a look from the journalist.

“Well alright then.” He chuckled.

That was the first of many times you made Tom laugh that day. The more interviews you did together, the more he learned about you and your personality. He paid attention to every anecdote and personal story you shared and was more and more fascinated each time.

When it came time for day two of the press tour, he could not wait to get back in there with you. The interviews were in the hotel that day and Tom got to the junket room first. When you got there, you handed him a hot cup of tea.

“For you.” You smiled and sat beside him. Tom looked at you curiously and you gestured for him to sip it. He took a sip and widened his eyes when he tasted it.

“This is exactly how I take my tea.” He said incredulous.

“I know. I was listening when you ordered at breakfast yesterday.” You said proudly.

“Thank you, darling. I really appreciate that.” He smiled fondly at you before taking another sip.

“Well I wanted to thank you for all your help yesterday.” You smiled shyly. “I was really nervous yesterday until we talked in the car. You made my first press day really memorable. So I did the normal courtesy of eavesdropping on you and brought you your favorite tea.”

“That was very kind of you. And you made my day yesterday a lot better than I was expecting so I should be thanking you too.”

“Then I’ll loudly tell someone else my favorite way to drink tea so that you can eavesdrop and surprise me.” You joked as the journalist walked in.

“How are you guys doing today?” The journalist asked to start the interview.

“I’m doing really well now that Y/n brought me tea.” Tom answered and took another sip.

“I’m also doing really well but because Tom didn’t bring me tea.” You said and looked at Tom to see if he found it funny.

“Why would that make you happy?” He laughed.

“Because I hate tea.” You shrugged.

“What? Don’t you know that is the worst thing you can say to an English person? And you just told me you had a favorite tea.”

“That was a joke. I actually hate tea.” You admitted.

“How can anyone hate tea?” Tom asked in exasperation.

“It’s just like hot, flavored water. I don’t understand what’s good about it. I hate soup too.“

“Soup too?” Tom gasped and pretended to clutch his petals.

“I think soup is so nasty. Why would I ever want to eat hot blended food?”

“If you hate soup and you hate tea, then what do you do when you’re sick?”

“I watch Fantastic Mr. Fox under my covers like a normal person.” You answered, making him laugh.

“This is very disturbing information to learn so early in the morning. You’ve surprised me, darling.”

“I’m sorry you had to find out like this.” You shrugged with a laugh.

The next day, Tom was pleased to see you already waiting in your chair for the interview to start. You were texting on your phone but looked up when he came into the room. Your makeup artists was touching up your lipstick so you couldn’t smile at him and opted for a wink. He found himself blushing at the wink and sat beside you.

“Morning, darling.”

“Good morning. No tea today?” You teased.

“I’ve already had my tea, for your information. I chugged it while I got my makeup done.”

You laughed but he wasn’t actually kidding about getting his makeup done. He was just happy that it made you laugh. Your makeup artists finished up and you checked your makeup in your phone camera.

“You look pretty.” Tom said before he could stop himself. You looked over at him in surprise before smiling.

“Why, thanks. So do you.” You said and shot him another wink. He blushed and looked down at his lap at the compliment.

“God, I’m gonna be thinking about lunch this entire interview.” You whispered to him.

“You didn’t eat at the craft service table?”

“I can’t eat that early in the morning.” You waved your hand. “It makes me nauseous. Now I’m wishing I did though. My kingdom for a cheese stick.”

“I hate cheese.” Tom grimaced.

“What? Even in stick form?” You asked him.

“Even in stick form.” He humored you. “And you can’t judge me because you hate the two most comforting foods on earth.”

“I’m judging you so hard right now.” You mumbled. Tom laughed as an idea came to him.

Before your next interview, Tom made a quick stop at the bakery across the street. You were already in the room waiting to start by the time he got back. He quickly fixed his hair before holding out a little brown paper bag.

“For you.” He said with a bashful smile.

“What is this?” You asked as you took the bag.

“Open it.” He said as he sat beside you. You gave him a curious look before opening the bag.

“Scone?” You gasped and looked up at him.

“Scone!” He smiled proudly.

“You got me a scone? Why?” You wondered and took the stone out of the bag.

“Because it was easier to find than a cheese stick.” He chuckled.

“I love you.” You cupped his chin before taking a bite of the scone. Tom froze and felt his face turn bright red at your words. You realized he had gone quiet and looked over at him.

“Sorry. Was it too soon to say that?” You asked with a mouthful of scone.

“I think so. Aren’t you supposed to wait three months?” He chuckled and touched a cold hand to his burning face.

“Too bad. The introduction of the scone sped up our relationship and now we’re in love.” You shrugged and took another bite. Tom laughed again and looked down at his laugh.

“So, uh, speaking of our relationship. Have you seen the way fans have been shipping us since our last few interviews hit the Internet? How weird is that?” He said and forced a laugh. He didn’t actually find it weird, he just wanted it see how you felt about the possibility of a relationship.

“I was actually deep into the fan edits last night to be perfectly honest with you.” You said through a laugh.

“Were you?” He asked in surprise.

“I was. And I heard that we’ve been secretly dating since May. Did you know that?”

“I did. I forgot to tell you. I’m sorry, darling. It must’ve slipped my mind.” He played along.

“That’s okay. I can’t be mad at you since you blessed me with a scone.”

The journalist came in once you had finished your scone and the interview began. Tom was barely paying attention to the questions and only focused on hearing your answers. He loved that he wasn’t getting to learn new things about you that he was too shy to ask.

“Unpopular opinion?” The journalist asked.

“A lot of people think cats are girls and dogs are boys but the real take here is that all seagulls are boys.”

“Woah, what? What makes all seagulls boys?” Tom asked you.

“A girl would never act like that.” You said simply, making Tom laugh.

“My unpopular opinion is that Y/n’s best movie is Look Mom, No Hands.” Tom said, making you burst out laughing.

“I know you did not just bring up my Disney Chanel original movie from when I was 11.”

“Yes I did. Because I watched it last night and I cried when you made the winning goal even after your glasses broke from the soccer ball hitting you in the face.”

“Oh my God.” You laughed. “The drama.”

“It was! The opposing team totally kicked it into your face on purpose because they knew you were the underdog. But nevertheless, she persisted. You made the winning goal and your team won the championship.”

“Wow. Way to spoil my movie from 15 years ago. And why were you even watching that?”

“Because I needed to know who I was working with everyday. It’s a part of your lore. Now that I know you’ve starred in a DCOM, I know I can trust you.”

“I was not the star. Bridget Mendler was the star. I was just the quirky best friend.” You reminded him, making Tom laugh.

“Well you were the only one I was looking at, okay darling? You were the star for me.” He said as he looked over at you. You smiled at his answer and nodded your head.

“Good answer. Favorite snack?” The journalist asked.

“Oh no. You’re gonna think I’m weird.” You smiled sheepishly.

“What? I could never, darling. What is it?” Tom asked and turned in his chair to face you.

“I put mustard on popcorn.” You grimaced.

“What the hell?” Tom’s nose scrunched in disgust.

“See! I knew you’d think I was a little freak.”

“Mustard? On popcorn? Why would anyone do that?”

“You’re thinking it’s worse than it is. Yellow mustard on lightly salted popcorn is really good, okay? Don’t knock it until you try it.”

“You’re gonna have to make it for me. Because I cannot imagine it’s good.” Tom shook his head.

“If I can get my hands on some mustard during this press tour, I will be at your door in a heartbeat.”

“It’s a date.”Tom replied, making you smile.

“It better be.” You answered, and he returned the smile.

Tom was fully in it now. Every second that he wasn’t with you, you were the only thing on his mind. You started spending your evenings together and grabbed dinner every night after your interviews. He was falling fast and getting worse and worse at hiding it. He posted a photo of the two of you that the paparazzi had taken while you were out to dinner and captioned it “I’d wait out in the cold all night just to take pictures of her too”. He tagged you and it wasn’t long before you were in his comments saying “he’s so obsessed with me it’s honestly embarrassing”. He smiled at the comment and wrote back “yes, and?” before going to bed.

The press tour was coming to an end and on the last day, Tom walked into the junket room to find only one chair in the room.

“Oh. No Y/n?” Tom asked his manager.

“Nope. Solo interviews today.” They replied. Tom faked a smile and sat in his chair. He hoped his disappointment wasn’t as obvious as it felt as he gave the interview alone. He did a few more solo interviews throughout the day and eventually got to his last one. It wasn’t long before the door opened up and you walked into the room with Tom’s water bottle.

“Hi. I’m crashing. Sorry.” You smiled sheepishly and walked into the room.

“That’s quite all right. Do you want a chair?” The journalist asked you.

“I’m good.” You smiled politely and sat on Tom’s knee. He immediately blushed and looked up at you.

“What are you doing here, darling?” Tom grinned.

“I finished early so I brought you juice.” You said and handed him the water bottle.

“What? No way.” He smiled in appreciation and opened up the water bottle to see apple juice inside.

“Juice!” You cheered.

“Juice!” He echoed. “Thank you, darling. What a nice surprise.”

“Well I had to get you back for the scone.“ You told him.

“So Tom, I have to ask about your Instagram post from yesterday. You tagged Y/n in an interesting place, Tom. Care to comment on that?” The journalist asked now that you had joined the interview.

“He tagged me there because it’s where you can usually find me.” You chuckled.

“Wait, I’m lost? Where did I tag her?” Tom asked. You and the journalist exchanged a look before you pulled out your phone to show Tom his own post from the night before. He had accidentally tagged you right on his crotch, making him turn red when he saw his mistake. And when he pieced together what you meant by what you had just said, he turned even redder.

“Oh my God. I swear, I’m just Instagram stupid. I didn’t mean to tag her there.” Tom explained.

“Yes he did. He tagged me in my location. Because that’s where I am.” You kept up the joke just to tease him.

“Where?” The journalist laughed.

“On Tom’s dick.” You shrugged. Tom covered his red face with his hands as you and the journalist laughed.

“People know that about me. If they can’t find me, they don’t ask “hey where’s Y/n?” because they already know where I am. It’s my happy place. My sanctuary. My home away from home.” You continued.

“No. No more. My mum watched these.” He playfully scolded you.

“Hey, you started this.” You reminded him.

“And I’m ending it.”

“Actually, I’m the one who has to end it. That’s all the time we have. Thanks guys.” The journalist said. The last interview was done, meaning the press tour was officially over. You stood up and adjusted your skirt before looking at Tom. He smiled softly but felt his disappointment return. The tour was over which meant today was his last day with you. He knew you’d keep in touch, but it would never be like this again, and that’s made him sad.

Instead of wallowing in his sadness, Tom did something about it. He stopped by the corner store before making his way to your hotel room. In his way there, he ran into his brother Harry. Harry took one look at the bag of popcorn in his hands and knew what was happening.

“You fell in love with her, didn’t you?” Harry snorted.

“Shut up.” Tom groaned. “I can still fire you.”

“You did the one thing you said you wouldn’t do. Now look at you. One your way to eat the most American combination of foods I have ever seen. You’re a disgrace to your homeland.”

“I couldn’t help it, okay? She made me fall for her. It’s all her fault, really. Now leave me alone. I have a girl to surprise with a disgusting snack.” Tom said and went on his way. He took a deep breath before knocking on your door. You opened your door for him and he held up his bag of supplies.

“Hey, you. What’s this?”You raised an eyebrow.

“Mustard and popcorn. You little freak.” He said with a teasing smile. Your lips curved into a smile as you stared at him.

“Get in here.” You instructed.

He went into your room and shut the door behind him as you poured the bag popcorn into two bowls. He did his best to hide his disgust as you squirt mustard over them both.

“Here. You’re gonna love this.” You said as you handed him his bowl.

“It smells like mustard.” He grimaced.

“Well, that’s 50% of the ingredients.”

“Okay. I’m doing it. I’m eating one.” He said and popped a mustard covered piece of popcorn into his mouth. You watched him as he chewed it and could tell he hated it.

“Well?” You asked.

“I’m gonna throw up.” He answered.

“Spit it out.” You laughed.

“No. You like this so I’m gonna force myself to like it too.” He said a begrudgingly swallowed the popcorn. You laughed at him but your smile slowly faded and you looked a little upset.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked you.

“I don’t know. I’m feeling kinda down tonight.” You told him.

“You are? What’s bothering you?”

“I guess I’m just sad the tours over. I don’t like when things end.” You admitted with a sad smile.

“I’m sad it’s over too. They usually exhaust me but I don’t know. I particularly enjoyed this one.” Tom replied sheepishly without meeting your eyes.

“You did?” You asked as you ate your popcorn.

“I did. Mostly because I enjoyed getting to know you.” He admitted and finally looked up at you. You smiled in surprise and scooted closer to him. Tom gulped and looked down at his lap. The tour was officially over so if he didn’t want you to get on a plane without ever knowing how he felt, he was gonna have to speak now.

“You know, before the tour started, my brother made me promise that I wasn’t gonna fall for you.” Tom admitted.

“What?” You laughed softly. “Why would he make you promise that?”

“I don’t know. He said it would only end in two ways.” Tom said and looked into your eyes with a sheepish smile.

“Which were?” You wondered.

“We get caught up in the excitement of the movie so we start a fling and then breakup when the tour ends.”

“Well that didn’t happen. So what was the other option?”

“I fall for you and never tell you. And the tour ends and you get on a plane and I regret it for the rest of my life. But I guess that option didn’t happen either since I told you.” He said as he never dropped your gaze. You stared into his eyes for a moment as you processed what he had just admitted.

“Well, what if there was a secret third option?”

“Secret third option?” Tom asked with intrigue.

“I mean, just because the tour is ending that doesn’t mean it has to be the end of you and me, does it?” You said and leaned in even closer.

“It doesn’t?” He gulped at your close proximity.

“I don’t think so. And look. You bought me food. That makes this is our first date.” You explained as you held up your bowl of popcorn.

“Well I’m happy to hear that but don’t expect a kiss with your mustard breath.” Tom mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.

“What was that?” You played along.

“I said you’re so pretty and I have a giant crush on you and want us to be together.” He said quickly.

“Much better.” You smiled and popped some popcorn into your mouth.

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[cherrycheridarling]

slip up | t.h.

tom holland x famous!reader

warnings: none just fluff

summary: tom slips up on instagram live

wc: 335

a/n: missed u guys sorry abt my absence:(<3

"That's a wrap for today! Go rest those vocal cords, Y/L/N." Toby, your producer bid you a farewell as you finished in the studio.

You nodded and hugged everyone goodbye before heading to your driver's car. It was at least midnight by the time you got back to your boyfriend's home that he shared with his best mates.

You and Tom had been dating for nearly a year and had done an impressive job of keeping your relationship away from prying eyes. With only a few suspicions here and there, the public saw you two as best friends and nothing more.

In his king sized bed, Tom was on Instagram live chatting with his fans. He needed a way to pass the time as he waited for you to come home from the studio.

"Why am I up so late? Jet lag sucks, guys." Tom lied to his fans.

He hasn't been on a plane in weeks.

"Is anyone in the house awake? Nope. They all sleep at, like, eleven or earlier. Party poopers." he frowned to the camera.

You quietly unlocked the front door, trying your best to not wake anyone in the house. Tiptoeing towards Tom's bedroom, you saw that his light was on, peeking out from under his door. With furrowed eyebrows you opened the door and saw him sitting against the headboard on his phone.

He smiled when he saw you, completely forgetting about his live, "Hi, darling. I missed you," he put his phone down and pecked your lips, "Did you get driven here?" you nodded, "You should've sent me a text," he picked up his phone and glanced at the screen, "I could've—" he froze.

You finished tying your hair up and looked at him with confusion written across your features. You opened your mouth to ask him what was wrong before he slapped a hand over your lips.

He looked at you with wide eyes, "I'm live on Instagram." he whispered.

You had to choke down a laugh because you knew the fans would recognize the sound immediately. You managed to peak at the screen without being in the cameras view and the comments had you struggling to keep your laughter down.

'HE HAS A GF???????'

'i'm gonna kms'

'WHO IS IT'

'no fucking way'

'PLS BE ZENDAYA'

'IM HYPERVENTILATING'

Tom opened and closed his mouth like a fish as he tried to come up with something, anything, to say. "Um, looks like I'll be going now. Thank you for joining and I'll see you all very soon." He had a sheepish grin as he spoke.

You smirked before speaking. "Bye guys." And pressed the button to end the live. Not waiting to see the reactions to your voice or if they would recognize it.

Tom wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you on top of him, "Cheeky one, you are." he placed a kiss on your forehead as you smiled into his chest.

[alltoowelltom]

jellybeans (t.h)

tom holland x famous!reader

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

enjoy!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re kidding!” Laughs the journalist. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My lipstick, Tom,” you giggle. 

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

“Hello,” he whispers. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆

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

[loverliner]

Y/N being a swiftie for almost 6 minutes straight (ft. The Marvel Cast)

Warnings: none

Summary: exactly what the title says

Pairings: Tom Holland x reader, Marvel Cast x reader (platonic), Taylor Swift x reader (platonic)

MASTERLIST

You had just come home from a long day of press tours and was looking to just relax.

Of course by relaxing you meant lying in bed, mindlessly scrolling through social media.

You opened YouTube and a video that came out just 2 hours ago quickly caught your attention.

'Y/N Y/L/N being a swiftie for almost 6 minutes straight (ft. The Marvel Cast)'

You smiled and clicked on it.

The familiar Wii theme song played and the words, 'Y/N Y/L/N being a swiftie for almost 6 minutes straight (ft. The Marvel Cast)' appeared on the screen.

cut

The first clip was from a panel with the whole cast, you were sitting in between Tom Holland and Elizabeth Olsen.

"Hi," a girl with blue hair said shyly into the mic, "umm, my name is Kayla and my question is for Y/N,"

You nodded with a small smile.

"Go ahead Kayla, love your hair by the way," You said,

Kayla laughed shyly at the remark.

"I was wondering, just last week you shut down a sexist comment, but I wanted to know if you ever feel unsure about yourself or guilty afterwards," Kayla asked,

"ooh good question, I don't really feel guilty or unsure because honestly, if a man talks shit then I owe him nothing and I don't regret it one bit 'cause he had it coming," you said,

The audience cheered, getting the reference.

The Marvel cast looked extremely confused except Tom (Holland), Sebastian and Elizabeth who were used to your references.

cut

The next couple of clips were from an interview with ELLE, more specifically song association.

"I'm really nervous, because I am not so great under pressure and right now my mind is completely blank," you said,

cut

The word, 'blame' appeared on the screen.

"Oh I know this one," Y/N said excitedly, "Don't blame me, love made me crazy, if it doesn't you ain't doing it right,"

"Don't Blame Me, Taylor Swift, Reputation," Y/N said,

cut

The next word was, 'king,'

"Oh god, why can I only think of Taylor Swift lyrics," You said, "you know what, screw it,"

"All the king's horses, all the king's men, couldn't put me together again," you sang, "The Archer, again Taylor Swift, Lover,"

cut

The next word was, "shirt,"

"After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own, now you mail back my things and I walk home alone,"

"All Too Well, the ten minute version, Taylor's Version, of course," You said,

"When Taylor released the ten minute version, I was obsessed with it and played it on repeat and don't even get me started on the short film, had me in tears within the first 4 minutes,"

cut

You, Anthony and Sebastian were in an interview, promoting your new movie.

"Y/N, I wanted to ask, what is your favourite Taylor Swift album?" the interviewer asked,

Y/N's face lit up immediately.

"Oh no, we're going to be here for hours," Sebastian said,

"screw hours, we're going to be here for days," Anthony said,

The video was sped up and after a couple of seconds, it was back to normal.

"But on the other hand, Red (Taylor's Version) is so amazing, don't even get me started on All Too Well the ten minute version," You rambled on,

The video sped up again.

“See, Evermore has some of my favourite songs, like Coney Island and Champagne Problems - I swear Taylor is going to make all the architects and engineers go out of business because of how well she constructs bridges - but on the other Folklore has ‘This is Me Trying’ and ‘Mirrorball’ which I could really relate to during my time in university,” you explained,

"Honestly though, I think we need to go over it again,"

The video sped up again.

“But Speak Now was self-written when she was nineteen, nineteen,” Y/N said, “Did you know that Taylor Swift has written 54 songs by herself? That is so amazing, let’s not even get started on the fact that she hasn’t released a single song that she hasn’t had some part in,” you said,

At this point, Anthony and Sebastian just looked so done.

“But Lover. Lover warmed my cold heart, like the line ‘I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings’? I bought out a store of origami paper so I could learn how to make them,” You said,

“That’s true, she handed them out on set,” Sebastian said,

“I still have the ones she gave me, the kids do too,”

cut

The next clip was from an interview where you played with puppies.

“Oh my god, this is like a cuteness overload, I can’t even deal with this,” You gushed, playing with a small golden retriever that made it’s way towards you,

‘Who - in your opinion - is the best songwriter’

“Definitely Taylor, absolutely no question there,” You said, “the line, ‘you call me up again, just to break me like a promise’ is just,” you clutched your heart dramatically, “Like who writes that? Like who hurt her?”

“Just kidding,” You said, staring down at the puppies, “I know it was Jake Gyllenhaal,”

Cut

The next clip was an instagram live, filmed by none other than Tom Holland.

“Darling?” Tom asked behind the camera,

“Hmm?” You asked, lying on the couch with your cat (Santana, after Santana Lopez from Glee) on your chest,

“Can you finish the lyrics of these songs?” Tom asked,

“I can try,” You said, turning to face him,

“I stay up too late-“ Tom sang, off tune,

“Got nothing on my brain, at least that’s what people say, mm, mm,” You sang immediately, now sat up properly,

“See, that’s why you’re the singer,” Tom said jokingly, “one for the money, two for the show-“

“I never was ready, so I watched you go,” you sang,

Cut

“What is one thing that annoys you?” the interviewer asked you,

“Probably when people think that the only songs Taylor writes are like ‘Shake it off,” or ‘You Belong With Me’ - no hate to any of those songs by the way, they are absolutely iconic - when she’s written songs like ‘Right Where You Left Me’ or ‘Hoax’ - which is criminally underrated - or ‘Champagne Problems’ or ‘Cowboy Like Me’… honestly the list could go on,” you said, going on many tangents,

“What is one of your mottos in life?” They asked,

“swiftie first, human second” you answered,

Cut

“Besides people in your marvel cast, who are your closest friends?”

“I’d say Sadie Sink, Gigi Hadid, Zendaya - does that count? She was one of my co-stars in Marvel once - Conan Gray, Olivia Rodrigo…” You said, “I love all of my friends, it’s way too hard to choose,”

“I love that they tolerate me talking about Taylor Swift, because honestly, ‘Hoax’ had me sobbing on the floor,” you said, “Especially Olivia and Conan,”

Cut

It was a clip from your TikTok, the you, conan and Olivia were in front of the camera, belting out the lyrics of All Too Well (10 minute version) (Taylor’s Version).

“I’ll get older but your lover’s stay my age!” You all yelled,

They showed a screenshot of Taylor’s comment: “My children 🥺”

Cut

The next clip was a video from your instagram from when Evermore had just come out, you were singing a cover of Champagne Problems.

“Seriously, go stream Evermore literally anywhere, I don’t even care if you get rid of my album from your playlist if it means making space in your playlist,” You said after you finished the song,

Cut

“You actually met Taylor recently at the VMA’s right?” an interviewer asked over zoom,

“Yup,” You said excitedly, “I was so starstruck and went home and screamed into a pillow,”

“She actually gave me her snake ring from the ‘Look What You Made Me Do’ Reputation era music video,” You said, showing off your hand to the camera, “I will literally never take this off, I’m 100% serious, also, when I tell you I screamed when she announced her new album, I’m, again, 100% serious.”

“I actually already pre-ordered all her vinyls, so if you haven’t yet, you definitely should,” You said, looking into the camera.

Cut

“What was your first-favourite song?” an interviewer off screen asked you,

“I think it was either ‘Picture to Burn’ or ‘Our Song,’” You said, “i swear, ‘taylor swift debut’ and ‘Fearless’ made me want love, “speak now” made me scared, and then ‘Red’ made me think love didn’t exist, ‘1989’ just made me forget about it and then ‘Reputation’ and ‘Lover’ made me think it did again and then ‘Folklore’ and ‘Evermore came out, and now I’m just complexed,”

“Side note, ‘Folklore’ and ‘Evermore may be sister albums, but ‘Lover’ and ‘Reputation’ are definitely dating,”

End of video.

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Y/N Y/L/N and Olivia Rodrigo being besties for 4 minutes straight.

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Swiftie13 yesssss she’s one of us!

EmmaGaylor Why is she literally so adorable?

EvermoreStan her acknowledgment of Evermore is well appreciated

Itsbrutalouthere her friendship with Oliviaaaaa

Theswifttomyie my new personal head cannon is that Lover and Rep are dating, argue with the damn wall

Lookwhatyoumadeherdo did anyone see the recent photo shoot with y/n? She was serious when she said she wasn’t taking it off.

Hoax48 tom Holland and y/n y/l/n >>>>>>>>>>

swiftiebitchy lmaoooo not her dissing Jake

[voguescapes]

t. holland | wired

pairings. tom holland x fem!reader

about. tom and (y/n) have been invited to 'wired' for an autocomplete interview.

warnings. not edited, cursing, jealous tom close to the end, inspired by on wattpad (i’ll link them when i find it), not my gif, reader seems kind of mean, clingy tom??, lmk if i missed something!

"Hi, I'm Tom Holland." Tom grinned into the camera. "And I'm Y/N L/N, and you're watching Disney Channel." You used your pointer finger as a glitter wand and horribly sketched the iconic Mickey Mouse ear shape.

"You know I love you." He affirmed, leaning in for a kiss. You swiftly turned your head to the side before his lips could touch yours and stared into the camera.

"Let's get started!"

Tom mumbled incoherent words and picked up a board that leaned against the back of his chair.

"Alright then," he grumbled as he ripped the small piece of paper on the board and read the bold words underneath, "Does Y/N L/N do her own stunts?"

"Uh, Yeah, I do, but I have a wonderful stunt double on set named Marrissa who steps in when Marvel tells me I can't do certain stunts. She is an absolute badass. So anyways, kind of? Yes, I do do my own stunts, but there are just some I cannot do."

"You said do do." Tom immaturely teases, causing you both burst into laughter. You paid no attention to your publicist rolling her eyes at your childishness from the corner of your eye. "Next question!" Tom dramatically turns his head to the board and peels off the next strip of paper.

"Does Y/N L/N have a child?" Tom read aloud. "Um, not that I'm aware of, no." You chuckled. Tom turned to you and shook his head. "What a silly question."

"Does Y/N L/N have any tattoos?" He read. "She does actually, you got it with Mackie and Sebastian right?" He tilted his head to stare at you.

"Right. I can't show it, it's technically a spoiler!" You smirked as you apologised into the camera.

Tom shifted to look at the camera again and covered the side of his mouth, "I've seen it." He smiled cheekily as he whispered it loudly.

"It's not like it's on my ass, Holland. If my incredible makeup artists hadn't covered it so wonderfully today, it would be on camera right now, that's all i'm going to say."

"They have the tattoos on their forearms!" He whispered again, as if he was sharing a life threatening secret to the camera. You rolled your eyes sarcastically. "Tom is just really happy because Mackie and I spoke about it in an interview before him and I met on Ellen and he'd been dying to see it while we started dating."

"That's completely true." You leaned only a few inches and placed a quick kiss to his cheek, which turned a light shade of pink, similar to the shirt he was wearing.

Changing the topic, he pulled off the next piece of sticky paper. "Does Y/N L/N have a boyfriend?"

"Yes, Timothée Chalamet."

"You just said that we were dating 5 seconds ago." He whined. You placed your hand on top of his that was resting on his knee. "Things change, people change." You deadpanned.

Tom rolled his eyes and threw the board with no questions left on it behind him. "My turn!"

A member of the crew silently rushed over to you and handed you a board. You thanked them and turned back to Tom. "Those questions were pretty intense, are you ready for that kind of pressure, Tommy?" You joked. He pretended to contemplate his options and eventually nodded with a determined look smeared on his face.

"Is Tom Holland a nice person?" You read. "Yes." Tom smiled while you silently shook your head and widened your eyes mouthing "no". The actor turned to you and audibly gasped. "You are an asshole!" You giggled.

"She loves me, I promise."

"Is Tom Holland perfect?" You smiled. "Uh, no, I'm not perfect. No one's perfect." Tom responded. "Wrong. There is a perfect person on this earth. Her name is Tessa Holland." You stated matter of factuality

"Of course you think that." He scoffed. "It's the truth, love." You reached out and pushed a stray curl away from his eyes. You caressed his cheek with your thumb and grinned while he continued to pout.

You pulled your hand away from his face and ripped off the following piece of paper off the cardboard. "Is Tom Holland a good actor?" His face visibly lit up after you read the question. He'd always get this way when speaking about his music, which you admired. "Yes, I am, actually. No, I’m kidding, that’s for you to decide!”

“I think you’re an incredible actor, but I’m pretty sure that I count as biased.”

You grabbed his hand that was still around your shoulders and kissed the back of it before reading, "Is Tom Holland in Uncharted?"

Tom looked down for a second before staring into the camera again, "Uh, yeah! I play Nathan Drake, and uh, it was very fun filming it, go watch it on Netflix now!"

"Good shameless plug." You complimented and nudged his elbow. "Thank you, I try." You chuckled and shook your head. "Next!"

"Is Tom Holland a twin?" You sighed and placed your fingers on your forehead, as if you had a fever. "Could you imagine if he was?" You gushed dramatically.

He blushed and shook his head for the millionth time that interview, “I'm not a twin, but I do have twin brothers!." Y/N smiled at the memory of meeting Tom’s kind, welcoming brothers for the first time.

"That's it for this board!" You cheered and broke it against your knee in one try. Tom’s glance flickered from you to the camera and then back to you, all with a shocked expression.

"That was hot."

"Wow, my boyfriend is so charming and poetic." You snorted.

He observed that the next board had different interrogative words, unlike the last two which were all the same.

"Alright, when did... Y/N L/N audition for The Falcon and The Winter Soldier?" He read aloud. “I auditioned for the show about 2 or 3 years ago? It's hard to remember, I just know it's been a very long time since then." You answered, holding up a proud thumbs up.

"I'm proud of you, Y/N/N." Tom exclaimed honestly, looking at you with gleaming eyes. Y/S/N stans would always comment on recent interviews and make Instagram posts dedicated to the way you and Tom would look at each other as if you hung up all the stars in the sky for one another. You knew this would be the next moment they'd post about. It was sweet.

Tom began to lean in but you backed away, "PDA! We have to keep this child friendly!" Tom groaned at your annoying childlike mood and once again pulled back and straightened himself in his seat.

He peeled the next strip of paper off the board, "Why doesn't Y/N L/N drink alcohol?" Tom read out to the camera. A few months ago, a video of you rejecting alcohol and instead ordering a lemonade while having lunch in Atlanta with Sebastian, Anthony and Daniel Brühl went viral, and you had no idea how or why.

There were articles assuming you were previously addicted, your parents had problems with alcohol in the past that caused you trauma, you were pregnant. all of the sorts really, when the real reason why you declined ordering a drink with the guys was because you just never thought about drinking alcohol.

"There’s really no real reason why I don’t drink alcohol. I guess because I never really wanted to? I don’t know."

Tom sat properly in his chair again, getting ready to read the next question, "Okay, how lovely. Last one." He ripped off the piece of paper quickly. "What is Y/N L/N doing right now?" He furrowed his eyebrows. "That's such a creepy, personal question. Who would search th-" Tom began to rant before you cut him off.

"Easy answer. Thinking about Timothée Chalamet." You spoke, shrugging as if it was obvious. Tom mouth fell open as he processed your love for another actor.

In the midst of his twinging jealousy, he instinctively tilted Y/N's chin that facing the camera towards his face and pressed a powerful kiss to your lips.

"Tommy, stop. PDA!" You mumbled against his lips as you tried to back up. Tom disconnected his lips from yours and turned his face towards the camera.

"Subscribe to WIRED, big thanks for watching, goodbye!" He saluted towards the camera and shifted back towards you, covering your faces with the cardboard that was in his lap and finally pressing a real kiss to your lips.

[jahayla-parker]

📱SMAUs: The 2 request limit for this applies to 2 of the same character (in other words, you can send in more than 2 SMAU requests so long as it’s a max of 2 per character) this can include fictional and nonfictional characters. Please include any side characters, events/details, or other information surrounding the SMAU request. If you want it to be with a specific type of reader, please be specific. You’ll get a SMAU fic with at least two posts from the reader and 2 from the character chosen.

what about tom holland x gf!reader where she constantly tries to keep him from spoiling things about "upcoming" marvel movies (she's also an actor)

Spoiler Stopper : Tom Holland x Reader SMAU

Descr: reader is an actor who is dating Tom Holland and tries to stop the king of spoilers from spoiling more details about his Marvel projects

Warnings: a few curses, Tom being a div who spoils things, that's all I believe

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yourusername: BTS of an upcoming project 🤫 Excited to be back on a set again! Can’t wait for you all to see what’s coming!

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tomholland2013: excited xxx ❤️

hazosterfield: 👀

ynfanforever: New project?!?!

btsyn: what do we think it is guys? 🤔

tuwaine: wow, way to taunt us fans y/n smh 😆

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tomholland2013: BTS 🕷️

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yourusername: Tom! 🤦‍♀️

yourusername: baby, ily but I wouldn’t post this one either 😬

tomholland2013: okay, now I just think you’re being a bit too nitpicky love

hazosterfield: yeah y/n, we love a good BTS 😂 mate, really?!

tomholland2013: you two lost BTS all the time but I can’t???

yourusername: T, we’re not MARVEL! And there’s a difference between a generic BTS post and a spoiler post 🤦‍♀️❤️

hazosterfield: mate, listen to your girl 👏

tomholland2013: I think this one is fine guys

peterspideylove: NO WAY!!!

hollandforlife: ummm Tom, I would listen to y/n on this one 🫣🫣🫣

mculuver: oh. My. God. He IS in space!

tstanleyh: GotG and Spider-Man?! Screaming!!!

tomholland2013: I see the issue now….

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yourusername: thinking of stealing this outfit from set to wear for a night out, or maybe even a fancy breakfast? 🤔💎

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tomholland2013: 😍😍😍

florencepugh: I think I know just the place 😘

hazosterfield: looking very posh y/n, xxx

tuwaine: from set huh? Another new project or is this the same one? 👀

zendaya: Queen 🙌

ynfansdaily: predictions?

ynwifey: breakfast at Tiffany’s?! 💎

enews: The suspense is killing us!

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tomholland2013: Anyone else feel this way on Mondays? 🕷️❤️

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hollandpeter: 💔 oh no! Why do you look so hurt???

hollandwife4life: ouch!! But the suit???

yourusername: T, honey, I wish you’d run these posts by me first 🤦‍♀️

tomholland2013: based on the comments I’m realizing they didn’t know about the suit or the injuries from any of the trailers so far, huh? 🫣

yourusername: no sweetheart, no they did not 😂 you’re lucky you’re too cute for anyone to stay mad at, including Marvel 😘

hazosterfield: we’ll see how long that lasts 💀

peterandmj: why is he in a black suit?!

mcufanatic: what happened to the stark tech suit…

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like a book - tom holland

A/N: new post bc its rosh hashana and im blessing u bitches <3 ALSOOOO not tom not saying he loves y/n back...🤚 anyways pt 2?

(tom holland x actress!reader)

summary: why y/n loves tom

word count: over 1000

the day started off normal. well, as normal as your days could possibly be. with the new thor movie coming out, you had a lot of interviews to do. your career took off after being cast as the winter soldiers long lost daughter, created to continue the HYDRA empire. after your “villain era” as you liked to call it, you worked with the heros and became a prime member of “the revengers”. that's actually where you met your best friend and longtime fuck-buddy, tom holland. 

you were in your last interview of the day when you heard the stupid interns from “vogue” talking about you.

“i just don’t get it, she's obviously using him”

“you don’t know that”

“come on its tom holland. who wouldn’t want a relationship with him. i know you’ve seen the pictures”

“what if it’s him?”

“what does he have to gain from being with a girl like that? I mean he could have Zendaya if she wasn’t a heartless which” 

you quickly finished the interview and rushed out of the building as fast as possible. you found yourself falling into a deep depression. did tom think you were using him? you loved tom. in fact, you were in love with him.

wait.

hold the phone.

you were in love with tom holland. 

as if fate was on your side, you heard your phone buzz. 

hey

the text plain and simple, yet, effective. with those three letters you knew that he wanted you. he craved you. he needed his fill. at least, you told yourself if was him who needed the fill. even though no other human, man or woman, could touch you like he did. could feel you like he did. 

hi

you responded so quick you almost felt desperate. you knew he liked you, god everyone on the planet knew, not only because both of your lives basically belonged to the public domain. No, it was because of the way he talked about you, the way looked at you, posted about you in front of millions of fans, the names he called you, tom holland was head over heels. 

too bad, so sad, you thought to yourself. 

a psychiatrist would call you delusional. so would all your friends. they could tell you wanted him, they could tell he wanted you, so what were you waiting for exactly... 

can you come over?

tom loved the way your words made his heart squeeze. he knew that you didn’t truly realize how deep your own feelings ran. tom knows how your brain works, because he had been paying far too close attention to you, for far to long. you thought he only knew how your body worked but he knew it all. body. mind. soul. he had memorized you like a book. 

he would wait forever. he would play a million of your stupid little games if that made you believe you were control of the situationship that you both had found yourselves in. he would do anything for you. and that unconditional love was something you were never ready to accept. 

until today. 

already on my way. chinese or mexican?

chills ran down your spine as you saw his response. you hated the way your heart clenched. the way you could feel an endless amount of goosebumps take over your long, exposed legs. 

this was where everything started to feel a bit more... fuzzy. you could fuck any guy you wanted. lord knows you’d experimented with your fair share of teenage heartthrobs as soon as your acting career launched. but no one, ever, treated you like tom did.

tom wasn’t the first person to make you cum, but lord he had to be the best. sometimes he would torture you with orgasm after orgasm. other days, he’ll deny you of that remarkable finish until you’ve almost passed out. but, the innumerable amount of  “finales” he’d oh, so, generously provide, were not the problem. 

the problem was that he cared. tom holland cared to stick around after the sex was done. he stuck around through everything. the sicknesses and health. the forplay and the aftercare. the awkward fan questions to your first award show. tom holland was always there. 

fucking dick. 

mexican please

tom thought he knew what you were doing. if he had known you were contemplating your entire life simply because he asked you if he should bring over mexican or chinese food, he would have gotten the food and b-lined to a ring shop. because, of course, tom holland knew your ring size. if it would ever come up, he would simply say something stupid like, “it’s better to be prepared” with a wink and a smirk. 

you heard the three loud knocks on your wooden door and immediately ran to great the young spiderman. 

“hi,” you couldn’t contain your grin as you saw the brunette standing in your doorway with a big brown bag in one hand and a huge smile on his face. 

“hey sweetheart, how you been?” he greeted you as he kissed you on the cheek and made his way into your giant kitchen. as he placed the bag down onto your dinner table and began unpacking the delicious cuisine that you would be eating very soon, you found yourself with the undeniable urge to hug him.

you quickly wrapped your arms around his muscular torso. you could feel him instantly relax as he let you hold him. you rested your face in between his back muscles and let out a content sigh. 

he reached his arms up to cover yours and quickly turned around so you two could be face to face. he pulled you in close. he was worried about you. to be fair, he always worried about you. but this... this was different. In the past, you’d denied any physical intimacy other then sex. now, here you are holding on to tom like he would disappear if you let go. “what's wrong darling?”

“nothing.” you responded shortly as you hid your face in his chest. squeezing him tighter, trying your best to avoid eye contact. tom could feel his hands becoming clammy as his worry grew. he looked down at you as he removed one hand from around your waist to gently grab your face. he squeezed your cheeks as he moved your head up to look at him, you loved when he pinched your cheeks. 

“don’t lie to me y/n” he spoke sternly. you pressed your lips together. you finally looked him in the eye as you felt the adrenaline begin to fill your body. why did he have to be so goddamn sexy. 

“i  love you” he let out a chuckle as you frowned. he noticed your pouty face as he let out a dramatic sigh, “baby i love you too, you know that” he explained. you pushed him away dramatically as you let out a sigh. “tom, listen to me-” you walked back over to him and grabbed his face in your small palms. 

you looked him in the eyes as you chose your next few words very carefully, 

“tom fucking holland, i’m in love with you”

he stopped. the world stopped. 

“what?”

it was as if the world had finally been rightfully been put on its axis for the first time ever. as if the colors became a little bit brighter, simply because these two soulmates had finally interconnected.  

ty for reading!

[spideyzgirl]

Tom x Actor!Reader where she's very nervous rehearsal lines with Tom and he thinks it's cause it's her first big role in a movie, but it's just cause it's him? Finally, she gets a good reading but in the end she calls Tom "Peter" instead of his character's name? I think that would be a funny thing lol

bundle of nerves

A/N: i changed it just a bit, but i think it did okay. thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy :)

pairing: tom holland x actress!reader

warnings: fluff, that’s it- if i missed something lmk pls :)

wc: 682

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walking on to set, you could already feel your nerves starting to set in. within a few minutes, you’d be standing right in front of the tom holland. the man who had been your celebrity crush since as long as you could remember.

he was really the reason you decided to get into acting. you and your friend always joked about you becoming an actor to meet him, but it turns out you were actually pretty good at it. so you decided to stick with acting, and now here you are, killing two birds with one stone.

“hi.” a voice greeted you.

you turned your head and nearly choked on your own spit. you didn’t even realize you just walked right by tom. “are… are you saying h-hi to me?” you spoke meekly.

“yeah, you’re my scene partner. y/n, right?” he smiled at you politely, already guessing you were nervous.

tom holland just said your name. 15 year old you would be screaming right now. “yes! i mean- yes. that’s me. that’s my name.” you smiled, but inside you were scolding yourself for being so jittery.

“oh boy, you’re extremely nervous, aren’t you?”

“how could you tell?” you nearly whispered. how could he tell? as if you couldn’t make it more obvious.

“your hands are trembling like hell, darling.” he took your hands, engulfing them in his warm ones, causing goosebumps to swarm your arms. “i know the first day can be very overwhelming, but as soon as you get the hang of it, it’ll all come naturally to you, i promise.” he gives you that endearing smile again, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

wow, he’s so cute when he’s wrong.

“oh, it’s not- it’s not my first time acting or anything. it’s just… you?” you smiled.

“me? i’m making you nervous?” he sounded almost shocked, as if he didn’t know his status.

“yeah, i’m just a really big fan. i have been since forever. and we’re still holding hands so, there’s that.”

“oh, i’m sorry,” he laughed, finally dropping your hands. you wanted to protest, maybe even throw a tantrum like a child. “hey, how about we go and grab something to eat together? i’d hate to be the cause of your nerves, and i want you to be as comfortable as possible around me.” he smiled again, it was like he was trying to turn you into a puddle.

“i’d love to, but wouldn’t we get in trouble?”

“nah, they won’t care if we’re a few minutes behind. besides, i think you’re worth the trouble.” he winks at you, and it takes everything in you to not die on the spot.

“okay then, we should probably go then, right?”

“we should. after you, darling.”

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

you got back an hour later, which was longer than what tom had promised, but you didn’t mind. you were, like he said, a lot more relaxed than before, and you felt confidently that you could rehearse your lines with him without totally screwing it up.

and you did. you got through your lines effortlessly, and somehow managed to not embarrass yourself in front of him. you were definitely going to pat yourself on the back for this later.

“see, what’d i tell you? our little date did just the trick.” he playfully pushed your shoulder.

“date?” you spoke, biting back a smile.

“oh shit. not date. i meant something else. and when i find out what that something else is, i’ll let you know.” you noticed the blush on his face when he looked away from you.

“we’re just a pair of nervous dummies, huh?” you smiled. “maybe we need to go on another date to fix it, peter.” your eyes instantly widened when you noticed your mistake. how smooth. you knew your good rehearsal was too good to be true anyway.

“pretend that didn’t happen. just pretend i said your name.”

“you got it, mj.” he smirked at you while wrapping his arm around your shoulders. you rolled your eyes as you let him take you on another date.

[silkylovey]

texting your boyfriend Tom as a roadman

a/n: i found this too funny to not write or post

[hollandsfavbabe]

tom holland x fem!reader

they are ready to get dressed for the Oscar. They are nominated all the categories. The journalist tell them about how everything doing. After that, hopefully they will win Oscar. Luckily Tom is happy for you, he really loves you the most. *fluff*

(hope you write that, thanks so much and have a good day)

a/n: When I tell you, this request made my day! I've had something like this in my drafts for a while now and you gave me the motivation to finish it. It's not exactly what you asked for, but I hope you like it anyways. I also think it's important for anyone wondering ti know that my request are for mostly anything you want. I love requests like this where I write what you want to read, but if you need to rant or just need to get something off your chest, you can put that in there too. I'm here for you if you need me, for personal reasons or character preferences :) I'm delighted to receive either.

It's All For You

pairing: tom holland x actress! reader

synopsis: in which y/n is up for an oscar and is supported in every way by her boyfriend tom

warnings: cursing, sexual innuendo, a lot of fluff

word count: 4.0k

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Your alarm buzzed next to you, an airy ‘wake up’ tune playing out from the speaker as you stirred awake. You yawned, stretching your arms and pushing the stop button, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. When you opened them, you didn’t recognize your room as the one you normally slept in. The sheets were much too bland, missing any sort of color as they were just white unlike your normal ones, paintings you had no memory of buying of forest scenery covered some of the walls, and most alarming, you couldn’t feel your boyfriend beside you where he usually lay, an arm wrapped around your waist. It was then you were reminded that you had checked into a hotel for the night and when you remembered why, you immediately jumped up from excitement and ran to the bathroom with your phone in hand.

The day you had been waiting to come for almost a month had finally arrived. Oscar day. Though you knew the wait was long and troublesome, you couldn’t help but reminisce on the nomination announcements not so long ago.

“Y/n,” said your boyfriend Tom.

You two were cuddled up on his sofa watching the best television known to mankind, American reality TV with you sprawled along the couch, your head on his sweat pant covered thighs while  his fingers combed through your hair and scrolled through his phone synchronously. You both had been binging one particular show for hours, watching episode after episode on one of your only days off together, the consequence of which left you half asleep in his lap and him only partially paying attention to what was on the tv screen as he mindlessly scrolled through post after post, article after article. You picked up your head at the sound of his saying your name, turning it to face him.

“What?” you asked, a sudden worry of what he wanted to tell you rushed through you. His face was very serious and he didn’t use one of your pet names like babe or love.

“The nominations are out.” he stated.

You sat up, quicker than you would have liked as you head temporarily spun, and scooted over onto his lap, snuggling in as he adjusted his arm to fit over your stomach, holding you close as he shared his phone screen with you. You knew exactly what he was talking about and you needed to see them now.

You both had been looking forward to the release of the Oscar nominations as rumor was it, one of your movies was a possible nominee.

You watched as he scrolled through, looking anxiously for a name, yours or his or one of your moves that you had been working tirelessly to make.

Finally you saw it. The newest Spider-Man had been nominated for Best Visual Effects. You looked to Tom and snuggled closer to him, congratulating each other while you both tried not to freak out about your movie nomination. As you continued scrolling you passed many more categories, no more nominations. Neither of you got your hopes up, the one was plenty more than you had ever received before. That was until you happened upon the nominations for not only best actress, but best supporting actress where you were shocked to see you were nominated for not one, but both categories! You couldn’t believe it, your eyes wide in your skull. You slid from Tom’s lap and stood in his living room, staring at him. He himself had not been nominated for anything, but jealousy was not even close to how he was feeling. He loved you and to him that meant everything. He smiled as he noticed the look on your face, the look of pure shook. He was so proud. He didn’t care if his permanent fate was to never be nominated for an Oscar of his own because your happiness, your reaction to months of hard work, was so much more to him than any golden statue of a naked man.

He stood up and tackled you in a hug, telling you how proud he was of you and how much you deserved it while planting sloppy kisses all over your face as you laughed.

You locked the door to your hotel room lavatory as you tapped the FaceTime Icon on your phone and pressed Tom’s name. It only rang a couple times before he picked up, he having only barely woke up like you, but not having made it to the bathroom.

“Morning, love. Surprised to see you.” he greeted in his morning voice as you grinned.

The only reason he wasn’t with you right now was because of a rule your stylists had made years ago when you first started appearing on red carpets together. As close friends themselves, yours and Tom’s stylists enforced the ‘faux wedding’ rule upon you two after you started dating, meaning starting from the night before, until the actual event, you two were not allowed to see or speak to each other, as if you were getting married. The rule included separate hotels, separate fittings, no phone calls, and a whole lot of styling secrets. After a tiny mishap involving being late to a small press interview, it was decided that you and Tom were horrible at keeping your hands off each other, especially once you were all dressed up. You had to admit, you two were pretty bad sometimes, but you couldn’t help it and neither could he.

“I missed you.” you whispered, knowing your stylists would be in at any moment.

“I missed you too, love,” he let out a groan as he sat up in bed, his comforter falling into his lap showing off his toned chest and abdomen. “Are you excited for your big day?”

You shook your head smiling. “Absolutely terrified.”

Tom started into the camera smirking at you. “Pshh, nonsense. You’ve worked so hard for this y/n, it’s unbelievable. You’ve earned this day, own it.”

You blushed, thanking him before teasing back, “And so have you Mr. Presenter.”

Tom rolled his eyes in fake annoyance. “Right, how could I forget.”

While you were attending the awards in hopes of winning your own, Tom had been invited to present one of them and it just so happened to be one of the two you were nominated for, best actress. 

There was a sudden knock on your door, no doubt it was your stylist. You flinched at it, knocked out of your dazed stage talking to your boyfriend as you looked back at him on your screen.

“Tom, they’re here. I’ve got to go.”

He laughed and stood up.

“Mine’ll be here any minute now as well. I best be going too.” You giggled. “I love you, darling. See you tonight.” 

You blew him a kiss, answering “Love you too.” before hanging up. Perfect timing as at that exact moment your stylists had busted into your room with their copy of your room key. You stepped out of the bathroom, a guilty smile on your face as you hid your phone behind your back.

You makeup artist, Sharon, walked closer, inspecting the scene. Behind her was your hairstylist, Amir, wearing the same suspicious look as Sharon. They knew exactly what you were up to, but you tried your best to hide it.

“Having a nice talk in the toilet?” Amir asked. You shrugged.

“I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about.” you lied as the rest of your team walked in and got to work.

It took hours of laboring, all of which you enjoyed surrounded by people you considered to be friends. You had some visitors, but only a few including your manager and publicist who walked you through interviews while wishing you luck.

You could not believe it was time to go when your car came. Ready in your dress and all glammed up, you still were in denial that any of it was real.

The car ride passed by in a blink of an eye and soon enough the car door opened and out you came, greeted to the carpet by a horde of flashing lights.

You couldn’t see him, but further away in the middle of speaking with a journalist was yours truly, Tom Holland. He was discussing some Spider-Man related topic when you stepped out of your car. Immediately, all eyes were on you, including Tom’s. He stopped short, leaving an unfinished sentence as he zoned out. You were absolutely beautiful in your dress and best of all you were his.

“I think that y/n l/n just arrived. Any comments?” he was asked, the journalist attempted to get his attention back. Tom looked back into the camera and nodded.

“She’s amazing. Gorgeous as ever.” And with that he continued talking about whatever topic he had been on about before, only much slower and his answers much less informative. He was clearly distracted.

Meanwhile, you walked the carpet like you did all others, pausing for photos and making different poses all of which made your dress look stunning.

You began your own share of interviews, answering questions like “How does it feel to be an Oscar nominee?”, “Are you liking your first time at the Oscars?”, “Can you tell me what blank smells like after you meet them tonight?”, nothing new.

After finishing the carpet, you were directed to take your designated seat inside the huge hall where hopefully you would be receiving your award. After stepping away from all of the photographers and interviewers, you sighed, happy to be alone for just a second before spending loads of time in a hall surrounded by people, when suddenly, you felt someone grip your hand and gently pull you aside into a darker vacant part of the building. You didn’t even have to see who it was as Tom pressed you up into the nearest wall that covered the both of you, leaving you both all alone.

He was gentle with you, treating you as if you were as fragile as a butterfly. He certainly thought you were more beautiful than one.

“Hey lovely.” he greeted you, smiling a sheepish grin. You had him completely whipped. You giggled.

“What are you doing?” you asked, referring to wherever he had just stolen you away to. He didn’t reply instantly, more interested in looking you up and down, taking all of you in. You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“I’m just checking you out. You look absolutely stunning tonight, darling.”

You too took the chance to take a better look at his suit, impressed by how form fitting it was.

“So do you.”

Tom leaned in closer, one of his knees sliding between your legs as his hands moved to massage your upper arms.

“This dress, y/n. It looks fucking unreal on you.” he complimented, leaning in to your neck. He pressed a kiss to your exposed collarbone, one feather light as he was careful to not leave any marks. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you. 7 billion other people on Earth and he got to spend his life with you.

He moved upwards, kissing up your neck and just below your jaw as you moved your head to give him more access. His touch though soft was full of sparks, setting off butterflies each time his lips met your skin, his hands making their way down to your waist. You hummed out of pleasure.

“Hmm, you don’t even wanna know how long it took to put this thing on.” you referred to your dress. Tom laid one last kiss on the very edge of your jaw before picking up his head to look you in the eye.

“Sounds like you're going to need help taking it off.” he suggested in a sultry tone.

You nodded in agreement, taking both of Tom’s hands into yours as you gazed into his brown eyes. “You already know you’re the number one man for the job.”

He chuckled, closing his eyes as you closed yours and resting his forehead against your own, your noses bumping, your lips inches away.

“I want to kiss you.”

You smiled, tempted by him standing right in front of you. You wanted that too, badly, but you knew what would happen. You would both get too carried away and who knew, maybe the rule would be extended to until after the events. You couldn’t risk it, especially after your makeup took so very long.

“Later baby, I promise we can later.” you assured him. It was torture for the both of you, but the awards would pass soon enough. Tom groaned, understanding, but still wanting you just as desperately.

“You’re right,” he agreed, settling for one last kiss to the very corner of your lips before pulling away. “Let’s go find our seats. I asked that we be put together.”

Together you made your way, hand in hand, to the seats that were reserved for you two. You were in an aisle seat, near the front, but a good distance from the stage. People filed in, actors, filmmakers, and other creative directors alike. Many people came up to greet you and Tom, wishing you luck or congratulating you on your movies. You two were gracious, patient and kind, but held a deep yearning for each other.

It was after everyone had gotten settled that the awards started, the categories listed one by one with the nominees and eventually the winner. When it got to Best Visual Effects, you and Tom shared competitive looks, crossing your fingers only for another movie to win the award. You hadn’t seen it yet, but by the looks of the trailer, you were sure it was well deserved.

Tom had to leave a few moments later, kissing you briefly on the cheek before whispering good luck in your ear and walking away to prepare for presenting his award.

Anxiously, you sat through a few more categories before it got to one of yours. Best Actress in a Supporting Role.

“And now the nominees.” said Oscar Isaac who happened to be the presenter for this particular award. Through the speakers you heard his prerecorded voice announce your name and movie along with the other actresses up for the award. Tom’s absence was taking a real toll on you. He was your rock when you got nervous like this, the only thing to keep you steady.

Oscar held the envelope with the winner, opening it slowly, the anticipation nearly unbearable.

“And the winner for Best Actress in a Supporting Role is….,” He opened the envelope as your heart stopped beating.

“Florence Pugh, The Year of Goodbyes!”

You smiled and clapped as Florence made her way to the stage. You were disappointed, just as anyone would be, but as a friend of Florence’s, you were happy for her all the same. After all, you completely agreed, she was a brilliant actress.

As Flo gave her speech, your heart restarted at its normal rate. When she finished you made sure to cheer loudly earning a look from her as she waved at you. Politely, you waved back and gave her a thumbs up, mouthing ‘congratulations.’

She bowed her head as a thank you before leaving the stage.

You knew there were only a few more awards before your own was announced. Your whole body felt like jello as your nerves took over when Tom took the stage. This was it, your last hope. The event that determined whether you left the way you came, a nominee, or if you left as something a bit more, a winner. Tom spotted you in the crowd and smiled, trying to settle your nerves. It worked, mostly, he had that effect on you, washing away your worries with a grin before taking the mic.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I’m Tom Holland, and here are the nominees for Best Actress in a Leading Role.”

The huge screens behind him illuminated with pictures, five nominees in total.

“Elizabeth Olsen, Trapped in Heaven,

“Emma Stone, The Seventh Trap,

“Anne Hathaway, Signs of a Blackened Staircase,

“Scarlett Johansson, Plague,”

 You saw your picture next, a shot of you from your movie. Tom looked at you as his voice read, prerecorded from the speakers. No cameras noticed, but he nodded at you, encouragement that no matter what, you were a winner in his eyes.

“Y/n l/n, The Way of the Wild.”

Once handed the envelope, Tom fiddled with it, undoing the sticker that sealed it. As he looked at the name, you searched for any sign that it was you, any hint of a proud smile, a clue that y/n l/n was written on the page, but you should've known better. Tom was a professional actor, same as you. He got paid to conceal his own feelings and put on the mask of a character. His face stayed blank as he picked his head up, facing the crowd as his next words left his mouth.

“And the Oscar goes to…”

You couldn’t take it anymore and you began to feel very hot, your heart once again seemingly stopping where it rested in your chest. If your boyfriend’s goal was to force you into induced cardiac arrest by taking such a long time, he was certainly about to succeed.

“Y/n l/n for The Way of the Wild!”

Tom spotted you and smiled wide as he announced your name. You felt as if all the air in your lungs had suddenly been forced out, any words you had were suddenly forgotten. Your jaw dropped.

Applause rang throughout the hall, people clapping loudly and cheering from their seats, Tom even using his fingers to whistle for you as you stood up. As if you suddenly weighed the equivalent of a piece of paper, you walked over to the stage feeling nothing, but complete shock. Absolutely incredulous.

There was no way, you couldn’t have won. Somehow it all felt so surreal. You had put in the work, you knew about the nomination, yet as you got on the stage, you couldn’t believe what was happening. Tom took your hand, leading you towards the microphone as he could tell you weren’t entirely present, still caught up in your head. You were handed your award, the coveted golden Oscar and stood in front of the mic, a single tear running down your face that was wiped away by Tom who placed a quick kiss on your cheek.

He was ecstatic, so unbelievably proud that you could’ve mistaken him for the newly announced winner.

The crowd quieted as you took the mic, coming mostly back into reality. You felt like you had just started breathing again.

“I’m so sorry, I’m trying not to cry,” you admitted, earning laughs from the crowd. “I just can’t believe it. I’m just speechless! Good thing I wrote one beforehand, otherwise we’d be doomed.”

That joke sent the crowd into another small fit of giggles. You smiled, wiping away another tear before continuing.

“There are so many people I want to thank that I’m upset I can’t because of the time, but I’ll get to them later on. Firstly, I want to thank anyone who had a part in The Way of the Wild. That movie already meant a lot to me when I read the final script, but now, the memories I have from filming and the friends I have made from it definitely make it my number one. From the incredible director to all of the VFX team members, thank you so much. You’ve made this award possible for me.

“Next I really want to thank my team. I would not be able to function if they weren’t there to help me with so many things, I’ve lost count by now. You guys have had my back since my big breakthrough and I couldn’t be more grateful.

“I also want to thank any first responders watching this recording or if you're in the audience. This year has been very hard, but it would’ve been harder had you not been there to protect us.”

You took one last look around the room and your eyes landed on Tom. You continued, looking back out to the crowd.

“And lastly to one of my best friends, someone who has supported me and stood by me since the very beginning and stands with me here today on this very stage. Tom,” you looked at him. “You are the reason I’m here, the reason I’m still an actress even. You gave me a purpose when I didn’t think I had one. You made me feel valuable back when no one wanted me. I have so much I want to tell you, but for now, know that as I accept this award, it’s in honor of us. I love you Tom. To us.” You turned back to the crowd and smiled. “To all of you!”

And with that you finished, leaving the stage as Tom took your arm and led you away.

You received many congratulations from all sorts of people, thanking all of them with grace and sincerity. Even Oscar Isaac came up to you, casually mentioning his hope to see you at the after party which you agreed to even though you had no intention of going. You had other plans.

You and Tom’s car was waiting in an alleyway, far from flashing lights and prying eyes. Tom told the driver he would be taking you both back to your hotel and opened the door for you, helping you climb inside where you both were safely hidden from the public behind tinted glass and a separator from the driver’s seat.

As the car started moving you turned to Tom who was already staring at you, a sly smile on his face.

“I still cannot get over how beautiful you are.” he confessed. You shook your head blushing.

“Sharon did a good job, didn’t she?” you asked. Tom shook his head.

“She did, but that’s not it. It’s just you, you're beautiful.”

You reached out and grabbed his hand, smiling at the compliment.

“Can I tell you something?”

Tom nodded and you leaned in to whisper to him.

“You know when I wrote my speech, originally it didn’t have anything about you.”

“So you’re saying you made it all up?” he joked, forcing an eye roll out of you.

“I’m saying I said what I felt. How I think I’ll always feel. I love you.” you confessed again.

Tom reached his hand out to cup your check, smiling as he leaned in.

“Does this mean I can kiss you now?”

he whispered against your lips, his breath hitting your top lip. You giggled.

“I think we’re good now.” you agreed, tilting your head to compliment his as he leaned in smiling.

At long last his lips were on yours, moving in sync as you lost yourself in him.

“I love you too.” he mumbled between kisses. You wrapped your arms around his neck, forcing yourself closer to him as he helped part the fabric that prevented you from straddling him. The wait was long, but it was worth it. Tom though so too as he intensified the kiss, running his tongue along your bottom lip.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but when you arrived at your hotel, your hands were tangled in his curls and your makeup was partially smudged. Caught up in the moment, you two broke apart once the car had stopped, satisfied from your night out and more than ready to shut the rest of the world out to be with each other.

“I think we should take this upstairs.” he chortled, wiping off some of your lipstick from his lips. You nodded and exited the car with your new Oscar, ready to spend the rest of the night all alone with the person you loved more than anyone.

“I’ve got the top suite. If we run we can make it in under a minute.”

And so you did.

[mntalbrakdown]

Take the Box - T. Holland

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mentions of: angst, cussing, marriage, commitment issues, screaming,

synopsis: tom tries to make amends, but you refuse to forgive

Inspired by: Take the box - Amy Winehouse

part 1 | part 2 a/n: alt! ending to tears dry on their own

Hours turn into days, days into weeks he felt like he was standing on the sidewalk forever and Tom knew he fucked up. He took out the ring and if he saw this months prior, it would make him smile, now he feels as though this shouldn’t belong to him. He did adore, care, and love you, he will always love you. He doesn’t know why he did what he did.

The tabloids going ballistic with the news of Tom and y/n having a public breakup. You have developed your name for yourself, of course, you being known as Tom’s girlfriend got you roles and a ton of more fame. You will always be grateful for him because you were so sick and tired of making coffee every day.

It was a Thursday and you decided to go get coffee in the same coffee shop you worked at. You didn’t want it spoiled with the worst memory you could imagine. So while you were out running errands you grabbed a coffee, you didn’t want tea anymore because it would remind you too much of him.

The bell rang from the top right corner of the door and you were greeted by the new barista. You gave a smile and ordered your coffee it has been years since you last drank coffee so you needed to find your flow back to it. The barista would always give you recommendations and you always took them.

After you finish your order you step aside and bring your computer out. You look at the cars passing by, you could swear you saw Tom with flowers and a drink in his hand. You had to take a double-take. He was coming your way. How did he know you were here? You blocked him so he couldn’t find you in any way.

When you hear the same bell ring and had to look up out of instinct. There he was, the man with flowers and a smile plastered on his face. How could he be so happy? He went up to the register and that’s when you couldn’t look up, you felt as though water was brewing in your eyes.. Did he move on that fast? How could he be so happy? But your thoughts were cut off short.

“Hey” you look up from your computer and meet eyes with the voice

“Oh, hi” you smile weakly

“what are you doing?” Tom takes a seat in front of you without asking

“Who are those flowers for” you tried to hide your jealousy, but couldn’t

“Oh, these are for you” as you take the flowers you make a mental note to read the letter it has in the middle

“Thank you,” you smile and put them next to your purse

“You didn’t answer my question”. He says with a smile. How could he act as nothing happened? Was he not hurt? Is he seeing someone?

“I am writing a script for a short film” You continue to finish your last thought and then close it “how did you find me?”

“Lucky guess”

“Doubt it, I think you’re stalking me,” you say in a flirty tone, which made you hate yourself because you were supposed to ignore him, you were supposed to hate him.

“Would it be such a crime?” he says grabbing your hand gently, scared you’d shatter at his touch, which made you flinch. How could you miss a person's touch so much? It felt like home something that you would always look back on no matter what would happen.

“I think it is,” you try to hide the smile that is coming up.

“Well what’s the script about” he didn’t want the conversation to end because he felt as if it did end he would wake up from the perfect dream and he would be depressed

“Umm, I don’t know how to put it nicely, but it's about us”

“Oh-“ you cut Tom off

“It doesn’t have our names and it’s slightly different” you had to reassure Tom before his thoughts spiraled, someting both you and him had in common.

“Oh ok” Tom takes a sip from his tea

“I don’t think I’ve ever asked, but why are you here?” You look down at your coffee

“I wanted to apologize, and before you cut me off please hear me out”

“Why should I” your mouth turned bitter because how could he try to come back to you after all of the hurt he has given to you. Why should you try to hear him out?

“Please, I fucked up y/n, I know you won't forgive me, and I get it, but I need you to hear me out, for me” This was for him, not even for you, the explanation you’ve been craving for weeks and he's doing this for himself? Is he that fucking selfish?

“This wasn’t supposed to happen” Tom tries to reach for you and it feels like you are pushing him away

“Oh, us breaking up after five fucking years and me crying in a yellow cab, that shit embarrassed me, Tom,that wasn’t supposed to happen? That’s fucking crazy” you acted mind blown you felt like people down the block could hear you and you weren’t sorry because this felt like this was the only way Tom could actually hear you

“Y/n please hear me out, I choked, I was going to propose to you that day, both you and I were shocked. I didn't know what I was doing, I promise I do love you I just don't know how to comfort people when they are upset, but if you asked where you were from-“ you cut him off again

“Knowing someone and loving someone is two completely different things Tom” you felt like you threw a dagger to his heart and it felt powerful

“Wait, I tried to be the best person for you, I still try to this day, I take you out and go driving at night on the freeway listening to your music, for you, it’s not because I was bored. I take sunset pictures every time I'm on set because it reminds me of you, I buy little knick knacks of things you would find cute when I'm filming, my mind only thinks about you. If you asked all the people I have worked with on set, I have mistaken my character's lover’s name for yours. I asked your dad if I could marry you and that man fucking scares me” With that Tom has left you crying for a completely different reason than before. You had to hide your face because you felt embarrased. You grabbed a napkin to wipe your tears away

“I was scared of commitment love, and that’s the funniest shit ever because I could not express to you how much I think of aging and having a family with you, I imagines getting a little house somewhere, anywhere you want to go, as long as you’re with me” He is now holding both your hands and you chuckle because you feel so exposed to him even though he has seen all of you.

“Prove it than” you look at him daringly, seriously

“You asked for it” Tom pulls out a small purple velvet box with your hopefully future initials. It was a beautiful ring with a silver band and had a raw diamond right in the middle, with three more little raw diamonds on each side, in the inside of the band it had his initials and your initials and the date you guys started dating, which made you tear up because this was the perfect ring

“So” Tom breaks out from the silence

“So what? just because you thought you knew me so well, and regret your actions, I should forgive you?" why was he here? You were finally moving on and he decided to re-open the wound.

“Would you do me the favor of marrying me?” Tom gets on one knee and takes the box from you. This is the perfect way of getting proposed you almost wish he didn't make you so upset the first time. You loved the way this was spontaneous a way you didn't get your hopes up.

”no” you say sternly

“really- wait what” Tom does a 360

”I can’t do this, I can’t have this” you point at the both of you

”do what” Tom was practically on his knees because he wanted you back

“I can't have a relationship that started as shit” “It didn't though” he replied at the speed of light

“But it did, you and I both know that you hurt me, and now expressing you love me? I can't do it.”

“Why though” Tom wasn't listening to you again. He was listening to the conversation but not the emotion

“I can't date, marry, or be friends with you Holland, it hurts me and I can't go on. I'm sorry, I won't be able to forgive myself if you hurt me again” and it's like a switch went off in Toms's mind knowing he fucked up knowing he will never have you again, he can live a thousand lifetimes and never deserve you

“I would never hurt you again” it pained tom to say again because he was an actual idiot and hurt you for the first and last time, it feels like he will continue his life trying to prove you can trust him again

“But you will! If you've done it before you'll do it again, history repeats itself, I'm sorry but I have to go” you smile taking off with the flowers he gave you and your other belongings. You felt like you were going to move city after city and he will follow you through all.

“Look I’m sorry” he tries to stop you before you finally leave him

“ok” you say with a straight face

“I will always apologize”

“Ok, I don’t forgive you”

You wanted to be friends because he has done so much for you, but you just couldn't, the wound is still too fresh. You grab another taxi finally being able to catch one yourself with yet again tear-stained eyes and go home.

You took your shoes off, threw your keys on the counter, and dropped the flowers on the ground. You just threw yourself on the bed. You cried into your pillow because it was supposed to be a good day, you then realized you should take all your emotions you have right now and write them in your book.

You sat at your desk, looking at the time pass by, you couldn't focus on the book when all your emotions were everywhere. You heard a knock at the door, hoping it was one of your Christmas orders that came in. Christmas is right around the corner and needing retail therapy to get you out of your slump.

"I punched all the buzzers to try to come in" the infamous spider-boy back at it

"I thought the cafe was the last time I would see you" you say smugly

"I was hoping you were here, I know I talked a lot back there, but somehow I didn't say what I wanted to say"

"You're like glitter Holland, the more I rub, the more comes up and annoys the fuck out of me" you step aside so he can step in

"did you just call me pretty?" he says cockily

"I can kick you out" making him immediately know that you aren't in the mood.

"I like what you've done with the place"

"Tried everything to forget you" you smile innocently even though you just hurt Tom's feelings

"Did a really good job"

"Tom, whats going on? Whatever you are going to say make it quick my head hurts" you try to hurry up and make him leave

"You say I always get my way, but I really want you, back"

"I don't want to feel trapped when I am with someone Tom, I don't want to feel like an object, that's the one thing I promised myself that I would never be"

"I really miss the old us, the old you before I came in and how you were so happy"

"Me too, pretty things always get ruined" you sit on your couch because you wouldn't be able to handle this conversation standing.

"I just really want you to have it, wear it or not, I at least want you to keep the ring that was meant for you, I don't want anything in return"

"Tom, I can't, it is probably so expensive" you try to block where he was going to leave it

"Just take it, take the box" he sounded sincere almost hurt. With that, he left, with no other remark

The person you were this evening, the person you were 6 years ago is not you anymore. You never will be the same. It felt like you were missing something. You felt like writing him a letter trying to apologize to him. You knew you couldn't or else he would've thought he got his way back in. He knew it wasn't like you, you both knew you were a sympathetic person. Now all you felt was anger, an immense amount of anger, you had no place to place your emotions and you were growing frustrated. You couldn't write or it would be pure shit. You decided on baking. You could break things and wisk everything aggressively. Have something delicious at the end.

You decided to play music, and the music you. Having fun cracking eggs and using new flavors, All of a sudden the same songs played when you were with Tom, it was like everything was reminding you of him. The one thing you didn't want to happen, was happening. You didn't want to be reminded of him. So you left your half-done baking project there and left the kitchen. Then went back to the door ready to leave your apartment all over again, when his cologne just smacked you in the face. You tried so hard to forget him, all to be reminded of him again, and now you decide to turn on a candle. To mask his scent and forget him.

You don't know who you are anymore, You don't know who he is anymore. You just don't know him. But he makes you cry. Where is the goodbye you have been longing for, for the past 6 months? Where do you put the box? The box that is going to haunt you forever. You wish he took it. You walk around trying to find the perfect hiding spot. Somewhere you won't go all the time, but some place you won't start bawling your eyes out if you find it. You need it to be camouflaged. You stumble back to the door. The flowers sitting on the ground where you last left them. right next to it you see the small note that he wrote to you.

Dear y/n,

I can't bare look at the ring, let alone the box. I can't sell it because that would feel like a permanent goodbye, that I will never be comfortable with. I need you to keep it, I need you to keep it because it was is meant for you.

Love,

Tommy

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Hot N Cold

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Synopsis: you and Tom can’t stop teasing each other in interviews

Masterlist

“You three have spent a lot of time together making this movie. And you all seem to get along so great. Is it going to be hard to go back to making movies when you aren’t working with your best friends?” A journalist asked you, Tom, and Jacob one day on the press tour for your upcoming movie.

“No. I can’t wait for that.” Jacob answered. “I hate working with these two. They’re always arguing.”

“What? No we are not.” You insisted.

“We kinda are.” Tom said out of the corner of his mouth.

“No we are not. Why do you always have to disagree with me?” You asked and playfully smacked Tom’s arm.

“That’s a good point. You’re right. I do always disagree with you.” Tom said sincerely. “But maybe it’s because you’re always wrong?”

“You wish.” You scoffed. “Name one time I was wrong.”

“Yesterday, when you drove on the wrong side of the road.” He said immediately.

“That couldn’t happened to anyone, okay? It was not clearly marked.”

“It was clearly marked but you flew past the several giant “wrong way” signs because you’re a speed demon on the road.”

“That’s sexist.” You pointed at him. “You’re saying all women are bad drivers?”

“No. I’m saying this woman is a bad driver.” Tom said and pointed back at you. “You really don’t help the stereotype, darling.”

“Whatever. Fake news.” You rolled your eyes. “Ask us the next question please before I kill him.”

“All righty then. So, you’re all a few years out of high school now. How did you prepare for getting back into the mindset of a teenager?” The journalist asked.

“It was a really fun process actually. The director wanted to emulate a kinda 80s high school movie feel so he asked us to watch a few old movies so we could get the vibe he was going for. Like Breakfast Club, Back to the Future, stuff like that.” You explained.

“Yeah. We watched a few of them together.” Tom smiled as he looked over at you.

“Yeah, we did.” You smiled back at him.

“On your little movie dates in Tom’s trailer. That I was never invited to.” Jacob added. Tom blushed and looked down at his lap while you playfully rolled your eyes.

“They weren’t dates.” Tom insisted. “We were just watching the films we were told to watch.”

“You didn’t think those were dates?” You asked him, sounding hurt. Tom went bright red and scrambled to come up with something to say to explain himself.

“What?” Tom gulped. “No. I mean, I never thought of it like that but-“

“I’m messing with you.” You cut him off when you saw how flustered he got.

“Oh. You scared me so much just then. I didn’t know what to say.” He laughed and touched a cold hand to his hot face.

“I knew it would scare you. You’re so easy to make flustered.” You teased him, making him blush again.

“Hey.” He pouted. “I am not.”

“Yeah, okay.” You said sarcastically.

“Okay.” He mimicked you by sounding as dumb as possible.

“That actually brings me to my next question which was to ask you all to do an impression of each other.” The journalist said, making you and Tom remember that you were in an interview.

“If you want to impersonate Y/n, just whine and complain a bunch.” Tom said. “And leave your jumper on every plane you go on.”

“Okay, I’ve lost like three sweatshirts around you. That’s hardly anything.” You defended yourself.

“Imagine losing your jumper every time your travel.” Tom said to the camera.

“Imagine losing 13 colonies at once.” You snapped back.”

“Stop. You know I’m sensitive about that.” Tom jokingly whined, making you laugh.

“I can do a Tom impression. Um I want to ask Y/n to go to dinner with me um tonight but um what if I ask her and she says no?” Jacob said in a whiny voice coupled with a bad British accent.

“What?” Tom sputtered. “That’s not what I sound like.”

“Yes it is.” Jacob insisted. “I heard that every night during filming. In fact, I still hear it.”

“Aw. Wait, that’s so cute. Did you actually do that?” You asked Tom.

“Only in the beginning, okay? It wasn’t as pathetic as Jacob made it sound. I wanted to hang out with you but we didn’t really know each other yet so I was worried you’d say no.”

“Aw, honey.” You chuckled. “I would’ve never said no. I wanted to get to know you too.”

“I’ll never understand you two. You were fighting two seconds ago. Now you’re all nice and friendly?” Jacob pointed out.

“That’s just how we work.” You shrugged.

“Yeah.” Tom agreed. “We run hot and cold.”

“Exactly. But we’re friends most of the time. I don’t think we fight that much.” You replied.

“You kinda do, though.” Jacob insisted. “I’m expecting at least two more fights before the end of this interview.”

“We’ll see.” You shrugged but knew he was probably right.

“So, the press schedule is obviously very rigorous for a movie this size. Do you guys ever get a day off to do your own thing?” The journalist asked.

“We actually had a day off a little while ago. For Washington’s Birthday.” Tom answered.

“George?” You asked him.

“What other Washington is there?” He turned in his seat to ask you.

“You were just talking about one the other day. When we were asked what historical figure we’d have dinner with.” You reminded him.

“I remember the question but I didn’t say Washington.” Tom frowned on confusion.

“Yes you did. You said that Washington guy and then said it was a super British answer or something.” You insisted.

“Who are you talking about?” Tom shook his head and laughed endearing at you.

“That guy. Don’t you remember? You just said it yesterday.” You whined a little and pushed his arm. Tom looked at the camera in confusion before he connected the dots in his head.

“Wait, do you mean Winston Churchill?”

“Oh God.” Jacob groaned. “Here we go.”

“Oh yeah. Him.” You nodded and pointed at Tom.

“You thought his name was Washington Churchill?” Tom laughed incredulously.

“Well I don’t know who he is. It sounded right in my head.” You defended yourself.

“You don’t know who Winston Churchill is? He’s super important to history.”

“Oh yeah? So who is he?” You challenged Tom, knowing damn well he didn’t know the answer.

“He…” Tom started to answer and then trailed off.

“See!” You clapped your hands. “You don’t even know. I knew you were bullshitting yesterday. You have no idea what Washington Churchill-“

“Winston.” He corrected you.

“Whatever. You have no idea what he did. And yet you said you wanted to have dinner with him just to sound smart. Ugh. So pretentious.” You groaned and playfully rolled your eyes.

“All right, smart ass. Who was your answer?” Tom leaned on his chair and asked you. You were both in your own little worlds now and fully ignoring everyone else in the room.

“Jonbenet Ramsey.” You said like it was obvious.

“Are you kidding me? You’re making fun of my answer but you would pick Gordon Ramsey’s daughter out of anyone in the world to have dinner with?”

“First of all, dingbat, Jonbenet Ramsey is a little pageant girl who was murdered in 1996 and they still haven’t solved the case. I want to have dinner with her because I want to know who did it. It’s a very famous true crime case but I guess they didn’t teach you that in college. Oh wait. You didn’t go. You were too busy making movies nobody ever saw.” You said and poked his chest.

“Don’t even go there.” Tom warned. “If I pull up your IMDB right now, I’d have to scroll through dozens of commercials and straight to DVD films before I got to any substantial roles. Don’t think I forgot about all the time you spent on the Hallmark channel, darling.”

“Do it. Pull up my IMDB right now. I dare you. You know what, I’ll do it for you.” You said and pulled out your phone. Jacob immediately snatched your phone and put it in his pocket.

“No. Please, no more. We’re not doing this again. I can’t hear the IMDB argument again. You said you weren’t gonna fight anymore.” Jacob pointed out.

“All right. Fine. I’m disengaging.” You said and held your hands up in defense.

“Finally, some silence.” Tom sighed in relief. You gave him an icy stare and his smile immediately dropped.

When you sat down to do press the next day, you thought about what Tom had said about running hot and cold. You liked the playful fights you got into but you didn’t want him to start to think you actually disliked him. So when he came into the room and sat next to you, you got an idea.

“Good morning, darling.” He said politely.

“You know what Tom, why don’t we make a point to not fight today?” You suggested.

“Well darling, that’s the first good idea you’ve ever had.” He said with a smug smile. You smiled sarcastically at him as you narrowed your eyes.

“You’re so funny.” You said sarcastically. “How come you’re perpetually single?”

“Because I haven’t worn you down yet and gotten you to go out with me.” He quipped.

“Aw. You want to wear me down? So romantic. I can feel it working already.” You gushed and winked at him. Even though you were kidding, he felt himself blush and had to look away. The interviewer came in then and started to ask you a few questions. You managed to get through most of the interview before any fighting broke out.

“Okay. Now we’re gonna play a game called kiss, marry, kill. Your choices are Scarlett Johansson, Robert Downey Jr, and miss Y/n L/n.” The interview said.

“Oh God. That last actress is the worst.” Tom mumbled under his breath. You gave him a look and he faked an innocent smile.

“I mean I love her.” He corrected.

“Well Tom’s answer for kiss is obviously me.” You said simply.

“What? Obviously?” He scoffed.

“Yeah. Obviously.” You scoffed back to mock him.

“Excuse you. How is it obvious?” He asked and turned in his chair to face you. He mostly did this to keep the camera from seeing how much he was blushing.

“Please. You want to kiss me so bad. And marry me and kill me. So Tom’s answer to all of them is me.”

“That’s what you think, huh?” Tom smiled and leaned on his chair to be closer to you.

“That’s what I know. I can tell you’re dying to get with me. There is no use hiding it.” You shrugged, making Tom grow redder.

“Do you hear how conceited she is? What a diva you are. I’m gonna spread a rumor that you’re difficult to work with.” Tom teased you right back.

“Maybe you find it difficult to work with me because of how bad you want me.” You shrugged.

“Oh please. You’re just projecting because you have a big fat crush on me.” Tom replied.

“What?” You laughed. “In your dreams, maybe. I only go for guys over 5’9. You just missed the cut off, buddy.”

“Not just in my dreams. In my reality.” Tom insisted. “And I’m the average height of a woman so now you’re the one being sexist. But come on, we said no fighting. What would your answer be?”

“Oh yeah. I forgot about the question. Okay, let me think.” You tapped your chin. “I would kiss Bradley Cooper-“

“What? He wasn’t even an option.” Tom laughed in surprised.

“Oh shit. My bad.” You covered your mouth with your hand.

“How did his name even come up?” Tom asked you, feeling a little jealousy bubble up.

“Because.” You smiled coyly. “Have you seen him? He’s double handsome. He looks like a sexy UPS truck driver. I’d sign for that package I’ll tell you that right now.”

“I can’t believe you’re cheating on your husband with Bradley Cooper.” Tom shook his head.

“My husband?”

“Me.” Tom said like it was obvious, making you laugh.

“I know you’re kidding but you kinda are though. I was just saying that to Jacob the other day.”

“About me? You said I was your husband?” Tom smiled in surprise.

“Yeah. You’re my work husband. That’s why we’re so hot and cold. Because we’re like an old married couple.” You smiled and patted his arm.

“Aw. We are.” He gushed. “But you still never answered the question.”

“Oh my God. Who were the choices again?”

“Johansson, Downey, and yourself.”

“Okay. I think my answer is kill Johansson, sorry Scarlett, I love you. I’d marry Downey for that Iron Man money and then kiss myself.”

“You’d kiss yourself? Why?” Tom wondered.

“Because no one else will.” You groaned. “When I woke up this morning and I tallied in my head how long it’s been since I’ve been on a date and once I reached a conclusion, I started to cry.”

“Oh God. Has it really been that long?” Tom laughed.

“It’s been so long. We can’t talk about this right now. I’m gonna start crying again.” You said and pretended to wipe your eyes.

“Wow. I didn’t realize this game would bring out so many emotions.” The journalist laughed.

“Me either. God. I need a date.” You sighed in exasperation.

“All right. I got the hint. I’ll go out with you.” Tom rolled his eyes playfully.

“Oh, please. You wish I’d go out with you.”

“On every eye lash and 11:11, yeah.” He replied. You laughed and playfully smacked his arm as you wondered if he was telling the truth or not. The interview went on but you were barely paying attention as you were too busy wondering if you relationship with Tom was part of the reason you had been single for so long. No matter how nice or funny a guy was, you always ended up comparing them to Tom. If they couldn’t make you laugh as much or keep up with you the way he could, they just didn’t interest you. It didn’t help that In between your arguing and teasing, Tom always managed to slip some flirting in there. The more you thought about it, you realized he hadn’t been in a relationship since meeting you either. And maybe that had something to do with you.

“What do you think?” The journalist asked you. You blinked a few times and came back into the conversation.

“Sorry, what?”

“What was going on in there? You seemed so deep in thought.” Tom smiled fondly and poked your head.

“Don’t touch me, nail biter.” You said and swatted his hand away.

“At least I don’t stink up the whole hotel room by painting my nails every single day.” He shot back in a playful manner.

“Excuse me for wanting polished nails for these interviews. I just happen to chip them a lot. And if you don’t like the smell, go back to your own room. Stop always hanging out in mine.”

“But then how would I get to see you?” He asked with his stupid charming smile.

“What are you talking about?” You laughed. “We literally spend all day together in these interviews. Isn’t that enough for you?”

“With you, darling, there’s never enough time together.” He said with a sarcastic suaveness.

“Shut up.” You laughed again and looked down at your lap so he couldn’t see how that made you blush. He saw it anyway since he couldn’t never seem to take his eyes off you.

The next day, your relationship with Tom was heavy on your mind as you sat in your glam chair. You were spaced out all during hair and makeup as you thought about the possibility of becoming more than friends. You were more than ready to see him but when you walked into the press junket room, you only saw two chairs and Jacob occupying one of them.

“Oh. We’re paired together today?” You asked without realizing how disappointed you sounded.

“I’m sorry. I know you’d rather be with your boyfriend.” Jacob chuckled. You playfully rolled your eyes at him and hugged him hello.

“He’s not my boyfriend. But I do miss him.” You admitted as you sat in your chair.

“You know nobody believes that, right? You guys are clearly together.” Jacob snorted.

“We’re really not. I know how it looks but we’re just friends.” You insisted.

“Come on. There’s no way you two haven’t made out or something.”

“Maybe we have, maybe we have.” You shrugged, making Jacob gasp.

“Oh my God. I knew it. He wouldn’t admit it but I knew you two were hooking up.” He clapped his hands.

“We’re actually not.” You laughed. “It’s just funny to see people fight for their lives to prove that we’re together. I like to feed the flame sometimes with these interviews. You know, keep them all on their toes.”

“Really? Because I could’ve sworn you two were hooking up on set. You were always sneaking off together and no one could find you.”

“That’s just because we liked to spend time together. But we would never hook up. If we ever get together, it’s gonna be the real thing. I’m talking marriage and kids and a picket fence. And whatever the British equivalent of the American Dream is. Beans and toast maybe? I don’t know. But definitely not a hook up.”

“So what’s stopping you guys from being in a relationship now? You like him, don’t you? Why not just date?” Jacob wondered.

“I don’t know. We’ve gotten really close the past few months. I know we tease each other a lot, but I’ve never had that kind of banter with anybody. Talking with him and going back and forth is the best at part of my day. And of course I like him, but what if I say something but he doesn’t feel the same? That’ll make our friendship super awkward and don’t forget- we signed on for another movie. I don’t want to make things weird by suggesting we go out.”

“Oh my God.” Jacob laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“What?” You wondered.

“You can’t be this oblivious. Why do you think he’s always starting fights with you?”

“Because he’s irritating?”

“Well, yes. But also because he’s crazy about you.”

“What? No he’s not.” You scoffed. “He just likes to push my buttons.”

“Y/n, seriously, I’m telling you-“

Before Jacob could finish his sentence, the interviewer walked in with the camera crew. You and Jacob quickly dropped the conversation and turned to shake the interviewers hand. Your interview began and you had to force yourself to listen instead of thinking about what Jacob was about to say before he was interrupted.

Later that day, you went back to your hotel room and collapsed on your bed. It had been a long, long day of press and you weren’t with Tom for any of it. You saw him briefly at lunch but barely got a word in before getting shuffled to the next interview. You had just kicked your shoes off when there was a hasty knock at your door. You groaned and went over to it before opening it up.

“What?” You whined like a little kid. Tom put his hands on his waist and pushed you into the room before shutting the door behind him.

“If you’re gonna stay here I’m warning you right now that I chipped my thumb and I’m two seconds away from pulling out my nail polish-“

“I heard what you said.” He blurted to cut you off.

“Um, can you be more a little more specific?” You laughed. “You know I try to talk to you as little as possible.”

“Can we be serious for one minute?” Tom said hastily. You frowned in confusion but nodded your head and sat down. You’d never heard him sound so serious before so you dropped your usual mocking banter. You patted the spot next to you and he nervously sat down.

“What’s up?” You asked him. Tom scratched the back of his head before nervously cracking his knuckles.

“I just gotta talk to you about something.”

“Tom, you’re freaking me out. What’s going on?” You asked and put a hand on his back. He took a deep breath and looked at you.

“I heard you when you were talking to Jacob. I was walking by and I heard my name so I stopped and I listened.” He admitted.

“Oh, shit. You heard all that?” You grimaced. Tom was unphased and kept looking into your eyes.

“Did you mean what you said? Do you really think we’re gonna do the real thing one day? House and kids and-“

“-And beans and toast.” You cut in.

“Yeah. And that.” He chuckled softly. “Did you mean all that? Do you really see a future with us?”

“I mean, I did before I found out you were an eavesdropper.” You mumbled out of the corner of your mouth.

“Are you kidding me? I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you for once in our lives but you can’t be serious for one minute.” Tom huffed and sat on the bed next to you.

“This is who is am.” You shrugged. “You came to the silly lake and you found a silly goose. I don’t know what to tell you.”

Tom let out a dry laugh before looking at you. You looked into his eyes and saw that for once, he looked completely serious. You frowned at the unexpected candor in his eyes and gave him your full attention.

“Tell me you want me.” He said. “As much as I’ve wanted you since the day we met.”

“You do?” You asked doubtfully.

“Why do you think I invited you to watch all those movies with me? Or hang out in your hotel room every night? I want to be around you all the time. I just didn’t know how to say that since we’re never…” He trailed off as he searched for the right word.

“Serious.” You finished his sentence for him with a knowing smile.

“Exactly. I love joking around with you. I love how much you challenge me to come up with a better insult. I even love being teased for my nationality. But I also love when we just get to talk. I love to hear your perspective on things. I just like being near you.”

“Is this a practical joke?” You asked skeptically.

“Bitch, do I look like four lifelong best friends who compete to embarrass each other to you?” Tom sassed you. You gave him a warning look and he mumbled an apology.

“So you’re telling me you actually like me? For my personality?” You asked him.

“No, darling. I like you in spite of your terrible, garbage personality.” Tom teased you. You rolled your eyes at him but found yourself leaning in closer.

“I hate you.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I hate you too. See how much we can agree on?” Tom replied and smoothly put his arm around you. You looked over at the arm that was on your shoulders as you thought about what he was saying.

“You do realize if you were my boyfriend, we’d be fighting all the time.” You pointed out.

“We do that anyway.” He shrugged. “Why not throw some kissing and domestic partnership in there?”

“Oh, so I was right? You do want to kiss me, huh?” You raised your eyebrows as you teased him.

“Well, I have lips, you have lips, why not put them to use?”

“You have lips?” You pretended to gasp. “Where have you been hiding them this whole time?”

“Oh my God. You are such a little-“

You cut him off by cupping his face and pulling him into a kiss. He insulted left his head immediately as he wrapped his arms around you to kiss you back.

“I want you too.” You told him once you pulled away. He smiled in surprise and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Even though we can’t agree on anything?” He joked.

“Even though your hairline is receding, yes.” You replied.

“That wasn’t what I-“

“Shh.” You hushed him and kissed him again. “Don’t ruin the moment.”

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tom holland x actress!reader

series summary: when you're called in to fake date tom holland for two months to fix his public image, you never expect anything to blossom between the two of you...

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love ya | t. holland

about. post leading up to yours and toms engagement

warnings. has one comment that refers sex lmk if i missed something

pairings. tom holland x fem!reader

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tomholland2013 messy buns :)

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y/nfan32 i aspire to look like this when my hair is a mess 😫

tommyfan93 wait since when were they dating

y/nandtom4eva y/n has the cutest lil pout ever 🥺

y/i/n stop delete this ☹️

tomholland2013 sorry love but these are really adorable pictures and i wouldn’t want anyone to miss it!

tomhfan87 tom being active? nah this is a dream

timmyfanpage timothee liking this post is my way of knowing he’s still alive 🙏🏽🙏🏽

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y/i/n @tomholland2013 you’re sleeping on the couch tonight :)

harryholland64 finally there’s a barrier between you two rabbits 🙄

tomsnextgf tom can do better but okay 😌

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y/i/n added to their story!

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enews Y/F/N posted a picture on her Instagram story saying ‘love ya’ while her tatted right hand gives fans a glimpse of her stunning diamond engagement ring—and folks, it's absolutely breathtaking. The rock features a slanted oval cut diamond and white pearl on a seemingly white gold setting. (📸: y/i/n on Instagram)

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✍️ I know I sent something in just now, but... I just got this idea!!! How about... Tom and actress!reader doing the buzzfeed kitten interview??? With Tom desperately trying to get her attention and reader not giving him the light of the day because the kittens are all she can think of? Muahahahahah 😏💜

Liaaaa! Thank you for this request for my celebration! It’s sooo cute! I hope you enjoy it; sorry it took so long!

More Than Kittens: Tom Holland X Reader

A Tom Holland x Actress!Reader / Tom Holland x Gf!Reader / Tom Holland x Co-star!Reader Fic

Summary: Tom is jealous over his co-star/actress girlfriend ignoring him when they do the Buzzfeed kitten interview for their latest film.

Warnings: Minor mentions of PTSD (as part of a movie is all, like 2 lines), Tom being cranky I guess lol.

“Ahhhh I’m so excited!” Y/n screams as Tom places his hand on her lower back to guide her into the studio through the side door.

Tom shakes his head but can’t suppress the grin on his face at seeing her in such a great mood.

“Aren’t you excited Tommy?” Y/n giggles turning to look at him over her shoulder.

Tom smiles and shrugs, causing y/n to gasp and glare playfully at him before she turns around.

“But they’re sooo cute!” Y/n argues, clapping her hands in excitement.

“Love, you haven’t even seen ‘em yet. Besides, I’m cuter” Tom teases, rubbing her lower back calmly.

“I just know they’re going to be so cute and fluffy! And cuddly! And, ahhh!” Y/n says, not noticing his flirtation yet she cuts herself off upon seeing one of the Buzzfeed workers carrying a tabby kitten over to the set.

Tom chuckles and rolls his eyes, already starting to feel jealous of the kittens they haven’t even met yet.

“Welcome y/n and Tom! We’re pleased to have you here today” the interviewer greets as they begin recording.

Tom was seated next to y/n and smiles over at her. She looks at him very briefly before something seems to catch her eye.

Her eyes widen and she stretches her arms out in front of her as if asking for a hug.

Tom’s lips curve up at the sides as he adjusts to face her more so he can embrace her.

However, just as he moves his arms ever so faintly, he hears a loud meow behind him and realizes his mistake.

Tom disappointedly lowers his arms back to his lap in a sluggish manner in order to hopefully not draw attention to his misinterpretation.

The Buzzfeed assistant sets the tiny white kitten into y/n’s arms and walks off to get out of the shot.

The kitten is instantly smushed against y/n’s giggling frame as she cradles it and stares at it in adoration.

The interviewer’s laugh pulls Tom from his despondent state before he can frown on camera.

“We’re so happy you two are here to discuss your first joint movie, Whispers of My Past directed by David Fincher” the interviewer comments and Tom smiles and nods at them, before looking over at y/n.

The interviewer laughs, “looks like Tom needs a kitten too”.

Before Tom can protest or debate correcting her as to how it was the kitten he was jealous of not y/n having a kitten, they place two kittens on the set floor near him.

Telling himself to be pouty later when it’s just them, he focuses on the interview and the promotion of their film.

“We heard it is a fairly emotional film. Is that correct?” The interviewer questions, looking up from her place behind the camera.

Y/n nods and mumbles something incoherent.

Tom laughs and with his free hand reaches out to poke her shoulder, “no one can hear you love”.

Y/n blushes and looks up at the camera shyly, “oops! Sorry, it’s just he’s soooo fluffy!”

Tom swallows a jealous groan, after all, he can’t seriously be jealous over a cat, can he?

“Ooh! But, uh.. yeah, it’s kinda intense. It deals with some really serious topics but they’re really important ones to discuss” y/n answers, scooting closer to Tom so she can pet his kitten.

“We’re very excited to see it hit theaters soon! We understand it must’ve been stressful to film such intense situations so we figured some kitten therapy would help” the interviewer laughs as more kittens get set down near them.

Tom watches as y/n’s eyes glimmer at the rambunctious variously colored kittens roaming all over the set.

“I would say you’re correct” Tom teases, shaking his head jokingly.

“Tom, your character experiences some major life events that take place during the film. Did you have any personal experiences to draw from for that?” The woman asks, continuing with the interview.

“Good question. I did actually. For example, there’s a portion of the film where Michael’s PTSD causes him to suspect everyone in his college is constantly watching him but he feels guilty about thinking that” Tom explains, rubbing the back of one of the kittens as it clutches to his shoulder.

“While not the same as PTSD, I worked with a therapist to understand what that experience was like and realized it was a similar thought I had when first entering the MCU scene. It felt like all eyes were on me and I was embarrassed for thinking that way as it felt cocky” Tom laughs nervously.

Normally this would be the point where y/n would speak up and tease that ‘all eyes were on you Tom’ but she was too distracted by the gray and black kittens that were playing together on her outstretched legs.

“I can only imagine!” The interviewer agrees, preparing to ask the next question.

“How much are these guys?” Y/n asks, rolling over so she is laying on her stomach and is face level with the kittens.

Tom laughs and shakes his head, there’s no way they’re taking a kitten home.

Especially not when she hadn’t looked at him since they arrived.

Tom questioned if he was really that offended?

He knows y/n loves him but he selfishly wanted all her attention on him not the loud balls of fluff rolling around them.

“They’re actually all adopted! We held an event where it was discussed they’d be in this segment to help get them homes” the interviewer informs them.

Y/n smiles down at the kittens, “not surprising! You little babies are soooo fun”.

“Aren’t they? Say, y/n your character Hannah had a lot of different styles of outfits and character related props throughout the film. Did you get to take anything home?” The interviewer asks, returning to her task.

Y/n smirks and nods, “aaaaccctually, there was this incredible purple jacket Hannah wears in a few scenes that I loved. I’m not sure if I was supposed to take it home…. But it is in my closet and I’ve worn it like ten times since”.

Tom laughs and nods while looking at the camera as if admitting her guilt.

The interviewer laughs and comments that she knows which jacket y/n was referring to from the clips the press had been allowed to see prior to the movies release.

“Well, Tom and y/n how was it filming the scenes were you two were enemies given your real life relationship is drastically different?” The interviewer asks as y/n flops over onto her stomach to be eye level with the kittens.

“Good question” Tom compliments as he reluctantly snuggled the kitten y/n had been holding earlier.

It wasn’t that he disliked cats but these particular kittens had stolen y/N’s attention and he wasn’t a fan of that.

“It was odd. We kept breaking character during intense scenes when we were yelling at each other. It was hard to do that. But it was a lot of fun and once we focused on the emotions our characters had behind the fight it made it more real. Then it got a bit uncomfortable in that regard. Overall though it was a weird but fun experience” Tom laughs, running his free hand through his tosseled hair.

Tom looked over at y/n to see if she was ready to answer but she had her face pressed against the belly of a multicolored kitten as she played with it.

“Y/n was much better at keeping a straight face than I was though, gotta give her props for that” Tom says proudly as he watches to see if y/n heard his compliment.

When she doesn’t move, Tom pouts and crosses his arms, “y/n?”

“Hmm?” She asked, not looking up as she was no longer aware of her surroundings.

“Looovvvee” Tom whined, his eyes glaring in her direction but mostly at the kitten she was so focused on.

His eyebrows arced downwards towards his scrunched nose as the corners of his eyelids crinkled.

“Maybe we should have done this interview before shooting those scenes” Tom joked, sulking closer to the floor as he watched y/n and the kitten.

The crew laughed as Tom reached over and poked her shoulder to get her to respond.

“What?” Y/n smiled as she looked over at her boyfriend.

Tom swallowed hard to prevent him from cracking and telling her it was just as joke as her innocent smile faded into confusion at his body language.

Her eyes darted around the room for answers when she heard everyone laughing.

She knew she’d been too focused on the kittens but it was too late to fix it now, hopefully someone would at least clue her in as to what she missed.

“See, my point exactly darling” Tom sighs, biting the inside of his lip to not laugh.

Y/n squinted at Tom, one eyebrow raised in question hoping he’d get the signal to elaborate.

Tom shakes his head and jokingly glares at the kitten in her arms causing y/N’s eyes to move from him to the kitten and back seeking an explanation.

“She asked us what it was like to film the fight scenes” Tom said, waving his hand in the air dismissively.

“Oh! Sorry! It was weird because when we argue it normally isn’t as crazy as what the movie required so we kept laughing” y/n blushes, her embarrassment forming a rose-like color to paint her cheeks.

“That’s what Tom said too. The scenes we saw certainly looked emotionally charged, so bravo to you both for how it turned out” the interviewer says as y/n cautiously strokes the kitten in an attempt to find a compromise between the kittens and the interview.

“Wait” y/n says, turning to gaze at Tom who was still pouting.

“What were you referencing when you said I proved your point?” Y/n asked, her lips tugging down at the ends in a miniature frown.

Tom pressed his lips tightly together as he looked away from her feeling guilty.

He hadn’t mean what he said, it was meant to be a joke but repeating it in this context wouldn’t come across the same.

When he didn’t answer, y/n looked around the room silently asking someone to tell her.

Everyone tried to stop their laughter and just kept staring at Tom silently.

“Tom?” Y/n asked, her head cocking to the side slightly as she focused back on him.

Before Tom could begin to ramble about what he said and how it was a joke, the kitten in her arms tilted its head as if copying y/n.

Tom burst out laughing and smacked the ground with his hand.

Y/n gave the kitten a quick kiss before looking back to Tom, “You’re not going to answer me?”

Upon seeing the kitten get the kiss he wanted, Tom immediately went back to his exaggerated grumpy state.

Tom mumbled something under his breath but no one could hear him.

“What did you say and why are you sulking? There’s literally dozens of happy kittens around us” y/n reminded him.

“I said we should’ve filmed this interview before the fight scenes to make them easier” Tom grumbles, his arms crossed in his lap.

Y/n sets the kitten down between them and stares silently at Tom trying to determine if he is being serious or not.

Tom clenched his fist in a way the camera couldn’t see in an attempt to keep his dramatic presentation going, but y/n noticed and interpreted it as a sign that he might truly be angry with her.

Y/n didn’t want to get into an argument in front of anyone, let alone with them being recorded.

Sighing, she decides to try and make a joke out of it instead.

Usually when Tom would get upset over such minor things it was due to exhaustion and teasing comments or jokes always worked.

She knew she would be risking him getting more upset with her after if he was actually mad and not just tired or joking.

But, she also recalled how, like herself, Tom was careful to not fight when others were present and it didn’t seem like him to do this.

“Well, then I think it might be time to bring a new guy into my life” y/n smirks, reaching for a kitten she believes to be a boy.

Tom scoffs and shakes his head no, “no kittens, we don’t have room and they’re too distracting for you”.

“I think I’ll have room” y/n teases, setting the female kitten down and grabbing another.

“Oh?” Tom asks, still pouting but looking at her with his adorable pleading coffee colored eyes.

Y/n nods and turns the kitten around to check if it was a boy or not, “the new man in my life will enjoy taking over your old side of the king sized bed”.

Tom’s jaw drops open prompting the suppressed laughter from the crew to get louder.

“Are you actually suggesting you’re replacing me with a cat? Why?!” Tom argues, his eyes still not returning to their normal size.

Y/n smirks and shrugs, making eye contact with Tom through her peripheral vision.

“I think this little guy will do!” She cheers, holding up the male kitten as if it was in the Lion King.

“I knew this interview was a bad idea” Tom grumbles, “I’m being replaced by a cat”.

“A kitten actually, in other words, you’re being replaced by a much younger new man in my life” y/n giggles, bringing the kitten back to her chest.

Tom chuckles and shakes his head, unsure what to make of this turn of events.

“That’s why I’m being replaced? For a newer model?” He probes, raising his eyebrow at her as he crosses his arms yet again.

“Mmm, no. Just making a point. Mr…” y/n says, pausing to examine the hall of fluff in her hands and making note of it’s tiger-like coloring.

“Tiger…. Hmmm… Tommy the tiger!” y/n giggles as she poked the Savannah kitten’s cheek softly.

“HE’S GETTING MY GIRL AND MY NAME?!” Tom blurts loudly, forgetting everyone was there.

Y/n covers her mouth to hide her laughter at his outburst of jealousy over a kitten.

“He has brown eyes” y/n shrugs innocently, grinning over at Tom.

“Pretty comparable swap” the interviewer laughs.

Tom scoffs and shakes his head as he looks between the devil cat, y/n, and the interviewer in disbelief.

“Hmm, as long as he doesn’t get mad over little tiny innocent animals” y/n coos, petting the kitten in question.

“You wouldn’t treat me like that would you Tommy the Tiger?” Y/n asks, her tongue pressing against the inside of her bottom teeth to keep from smiling or laughing.

“That’s why?” Tom frowns.

“I can’t help that! The stinking cat stole your attention” Tom argues, hanging his head.

Laughing softly, she kisses the kitten before setting it down in Tom’s lap.

Tom glances up and gives y/n a confused look.

“He’s not replacing you dork! Just calm down and pet him” y/n laughs.

Tom pretends to hesitate before dragging his hand over the kitten’s head.

The kitten snuggles up into Tom causing everyone, himself included, to awe.

“See” y/n smirks, “kittens are much sweeter and more cuddly than you so they deserve my attention”.

Tom’s jaw drops again and he kindly sets Tommy the Tiger to the side before he stands up and walks across the few feet of distance between y/n and him.

Upon reaching y/n he plops himself back down and envelopes her in a tight hug.

Y/n laughs and tries to squirm free but he firmly but tenderly holds onto her frame and shakes his head.

“Tooomm!!! If I confess I like you better than the kittens will you stop squeezing the air out of me?” Y/n teases, tilting her head to look up at him.

Tom pretends to ponder it for a moment before a smirk forms on his face.

“Confess hmm?” Tom smirks, letting go of her body and leaning back on his hands beside him.

Y/n blushes and rubs her neck as she looks at the kittens before shrugging softly.

Tom smiles and gently pulls her in for a regular hug this time, whispering “I love you” in her ear.

“Alright well we have time for one last question. While it cannot be Tommy the Tiger as he’s already been adopted! Will you two now be planning on getting a kitten together?” The interviewer asks as the crew begins grabbing the straggler kittens who’d wandered towards the edges of the set.

“Yes” y/n says at the same time as Tom responds with a definite “no”.

Everyone laughs and Tom smiles down at y/n, his arm not leaving her body now that he finally has her attention.

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“Thank you both” the interviewer says one last time as y/n and Tom grabbed their personal belongings.

“Absolutely, it was a blast!” Y/n cheers.

Tom laughs, “next time just warn me”.

“Are you really against getting kittens?“ y/n asked as Tom held her hand tightly.

Tom laughed and shook his head, “I had a feeling you’d ask that. Love, no I’m not but I also know how busy we both are and it doesn’t seem fair to the kitten to bring them into that”.

Y/n nodded and have Tom a soft smile, “I agree, I just was thinking… you know… maybe in the future”.

Tom’s cheeks emblaze with a fiery red as his smile grows deeper, “definitely in our future my love”.

Y/n grins and lays her head on Tom’s shoulder as they continue their walk.

“Hey so, Baz was telling me about this restaurant that isn’t too far-“ Tom says, stoping when y/n raises her head and steps away from him.

“Baby?” Tom asks, facing her.

She holds up her pointer finger before covering her mouth as she sneezes.

Tom smirks as he watches her sneeze at least ten times in a row.

“Told you those kittens were evil” Tom teases.

“They weren’t evil, just-” she says, sneezing again, “very furry”.

“To be fair love, I don’t think you’re supposed to inhale them” he laughs, prompting y/n to push his shoulder playfully.

“Come here my sneezy girl” Tom smiles, his hand around her waist guiding her back to him.

“I love you Tom” y/n whispers as they begin walking again.

“More than kittens?” Tom presses.

“More than kittens” y/n concedes, laughing at his childish inquiry.

“Good because I love you more than kittens too” he says, his lips against her cheek, “even the ones we’ll adopt together in a few years”.

Tom can’t help but feel a warmth take over him as he see her glowing reaction.

While he always said he’s a dog person, if adopting every stray kitten in the world meant he got to spend the rest of his life with y/n, it was easily worth it to him.

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