#tomxhaz

[fanficparker]

Small No-things | Tom x Haz one-shot

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Tom Holland

Word count: 2.8k words

Warnings: I am leaving this fic open-ended, Fluff and angst sprinkled here and there

Summary: Tom was bothered for not putting in as much efforts as Harrison into their friendship. But when Harrison reminds him of how he's all for him by being his assistant on the set of Spider-man Homecoming, Tom realises he wanted even more from his best-friend.

A/N: Hope this ends my writer slump.

Tom didn't like lying, however, he did lie a lot. In his defence— he just happens to struggle with expressing his feelings because how does anyone do that shit without feeling as vulnerable as a tortoise devoid of its shell?

"Tom, love, are you feeling well?" His mum asked from the other side of the phone.

"Very," He told her, smiling lightly though the words which may seem strange as she cannot see him. But the smile was not for her in the first place, it was for him. He liked telling himself that he was fine and it was almost working.

He hung up when the conversation got too forced, wishing her good night. And as soon as the beeping of the disconnecting tone fell into his ears, he kept the phone down and shoved the plastic wall aside, almost taking Harrison by surprise.

Harrison and Tom were sitting (half-lying down) in the luxury area of an already luxurious London to Atlanta flight. The interior was greyish and the furniture was brownish with cream-coloured curtains. Both of them were sitting beside each other but a removable opaque plastic wall standing between was separating them, which Tom just removed (sixth time in the seven hours, considering they didn't even set it up in the first three hours of the flight).

"Jesus, Tom! Learn to knock!" Harrison jolted, keeping a hand over his heart.

"Sorry!" Tom uttered, not feeling it though (Harrison was a drama queen anyway), "Just a matter of two hours." He gritted his teeth in excitement and nervousness (at least, he wasn't jumping on his seat).

Harrison chuckled, putting down the magazine he was holding. He kept his elbow on the make-shift table, squeezing his legs in his seat and leaning towards the brunette.

"I know. Exciting isn't it?" He said softly, looking up at the ceiling.

"And terrifying," Tom added quickly.

Harrison chuckled, again.

"It's going to be fine..." The blonde produced a full mouth yawn at the end part, removing his glasses and tossing them over the magazine.

Sleepyhead. Seeing that Tom turned the lamp off, sinking into his own seat, shutting his tired eyes.

He knows it's going to be fine. It... It's just that it doesn't feel fine. How does he even explain this?

...

"We can eat a burger. If it will make you feel better..." Harrison offered as the two boys dragged their luggage trolley across the airport.

Definitely, a burger can't make him feel better.

"I said I am fine," Tom repeated, sounding almost frustrated. Because wasn't this the thirteenth time, Harrison was asking him this question?

"You don't look fine though..." He defended in a soft voice.

But it just added to Tom's bubbling irritation.

First, the man who was supposed to pick them up at the airport hasn't arrived yet. Second, that person was telling him how he was just a few miles away for the last two hours and now he wasn't even picking up the call (if things couldn't get any worse). Third, Tom's feet were aching. Fourth, he wanted to sleep in a comfortable bed. Fifth, he didn't like people trying to pursue him into changing his mind and Harrison was doing exactly the same.

"Okay... But can you eat for me? I am really starving."

Tom stopped at his friend's words, leaving the trolley as his hands rest over his hips.

"Mate you got a completely different abdomen. You can eat for yourself!"

"Please..." Harrison did his stupid little pout, making Tom roll his eyes but it was all for vain. He knew well that his friend won't take no for an answer.

With a final huff, Tom relaxed his tensed shoulders, giving in.

"OK."

Soon, he found himself sitting at the counter of an open Burger joint inside the airport itself as he watched Harrison eat.

"Now why are you stealing my chips?"

Well, he wasn't just watching...

"Doesn't your stomach fill up when I eat?" Tom mocked, throwing another finger chip into his mouth and licking the salt off his fingertip.

"And I thought, my best mate wasn't any regular creep..." Harrison produced a gagging noise but then instantly stuffed his mouth with a big bite of the burger.

"Yeah, he is a PhD scholar." Tom rolled his eyes again, chewing on the chip.

That made Harrison laugh. He tried shutting his mouth tight, pressing a hand over his lips as his cheeks swelled, struggling to stop the food from falling out of his mouth.

Tom failed to contain his own grin that split his face. He joined Harrison in the meal as his own order arrived. He watched his phone ring off and away. For once he didn't care about reaching the hotel any earlier. They were fine here. He felt fine here. Didn't he?

...

"Whoa, this is huge!" Harrison dropped the bag on the floor with a thud, instantly rushing to take a look at the bathroom. He checked the other room and then the spare bathroom... Then the kitchen, the balcony and then rushed back to the living room which also served as the outer, larger bedroom, where Tom was still standing unmoved, arms folded across his chest.

"It's huge..." He repeated, letting the adjective trail off his lips.

Tom opened his mouth to say something but Harrison was quick to cut him off—

"Which room should I take? The inner one or the outer one?"

The brunette scrubbed a hand down his face, "The inner one because I seriously don't want your hundreds of shoe pairs invading our living area."

Harrison's brows quirked, "How-how do you know?"

"You posted it on Twitter." Tom shrugged.

"You don't even use Twitter!"

"Yes, and your fans did repost the video on Instagram tagging me."

"Well, then they are your fans. Traitors!" This time Harrison had his hands folded across his chest, dramatically swaying his head to the other side.

There was a pause.

"... Did you actually bring them all?" An amused smile formed on the corner of Tom's face as Harrison licked his lips.

Unnecessary drama... If it was something, the boys would have called it their personal quirk.

"All for you..." Harrison replied, smirking, maintaining the eye-contact with the other boy.

But it was too fatal. He gave up.

"Actually, no I didn't." He rolled his eyes this time.

The victorious smile reached Tom's ears but he was too tired to care. He could kill to sleep on that soft bed. So, he jumped up on the mattress, discarding his shoes and pressing his face against the silky fabric of the pillow.

"I am taking the outer room anyway." His voice came out muffled, not that it was unintelligible.

"Twat." Harrison whispered, twisting his mouth. He was anyway going to invade Tom's space and Tom knew it.

...

Tom won't call himself sad or melancholic. It was just that Harrison had so many... friends.

He had always been great at maintaining relationships even with the people he met in Year Five. But Tom really only had Harrison, despite all the enormous extra amount of people he knew because of Billy Eliot or The Impossible and now even the Marvel Universe. Even when Tom was meeting Jacob Batalon for the third time, it was Harrison who could crack up the conversation. And they were meeting for the first time!

Tom was visibly jealous of this. It wasn't the angry or hateful kind of jealous. It was a sad one. It made him feel as if he was putting in less amount of effort than Harrison. It made him feel as if he was not doing enough— dishonest, insecure and what not...

He felt stupid for feeling this. Yet, it didn't stop him from feeling it more than often. Not that Harrison would ever make him feel this way. He felt worse for knowing and yet feeling all the same.

"Hey, Holland?"

It was Jacob's voice that brought him back to reality.

"Mind if I steal your boyfriend? We are liking each other way too much." Jacob winked, looking at Tom and then at Harrison.

They were inside Jacob's trailer where Jacob was sitting on his chair and Harrison was standing beside him, leaning over his shoulder on his elbow. While Tom was standing opposite to them, basically out of the conversation. Jacob's statement did only one job— make him more anxious than before. Dread settled at the bottom of his stomach, his breathing got laboured and his heart almost stopped.

"We--we aren't boyfriends."

That made the two boys laugh more but Tom only got more confused and felt more left out. Harrison must have noticed because—

"Tis' just a joke. Relax." Harrison shook his head, looking directly at Tom.

Tom could best produce a spluttered laughter, ready to leave for the set.

"Jacob likes teasing. Which means we are gonna be shipped a lot from now on." Harrison giggled as they waited for Tom to be called for the scene. He was wearing that overly tight Spider-man suit, way too uncomfortable.

"... And that doesn't bother you?" He swirled his neck to look at his best-friend, wondering...

"Why would it bother me? It's just a joke. Normal between friends." Harrison shrugged his shoulders like it was...

Normal...

If Harrison is saying then it must be normal.

It has to be...

...

"That was sick! I totally didn't assume Laura to be 'the' prankster. Z was so not ready!" Harrison laughed as he emerged from his room, rubbing his wet hair with a towel. Tom hummed in response busy scrolling through his phone. Harrison tried to ignore it, not caring about whatever Tom was busy gazing into his phone but he could read the uncomfortable longing in his friend's brown eyes. His own laughter died in his throat as he sat beside Tom, giving him a side glare.

Three weeks they were together in this hotel suite which made Harrison more aware of Tom's expressions than any other time. And today, all he noticed was Tom's eyebrows furrowing more and more as he looked into the device. Harrison snatched it off his hands when he suspected him of—

"Hey what?!" Tom yelled, trying to take it away but Harrison was quick to raise it up in the air, using his height advantage. He looked into the screen.

— stalking Henry. He was scrolling through Henry's Instagram profile. Tom sunk into the cushions realising that he was caught red-handed. He watched the softness of Harrison's eyes vanishing replaced by something close to anger as he scrolled through his phone.

"We talked about this, right?" His voice came low as his line of sight shifted from the device to its owner. Tom didn't reply, rather looked to the other side, at the empty wall.

Harrison's nostrils flared. He tossed the iPhone to the side and stood up, pushing his glasses that had fallen to his nose tip back to his eyes.

"He's a piece of shit and you are still clinging onto him?" It was a statement disguised like a question to cloud the fact that Tom didn't have a choice than to accept that his ex-boyfriend was in fact a piece of shit. He was supposed to move on.

But does Harrison have any idea how difficult it was to move on? Does he has any idea how many times he looked at people, thinking he would fall in love with them but in a few days the truth would hit him hard on the chest?

He couldn't.

He can't.

At least, things with Henry were so much better. They lasted the longest. Two years were the longest he had been with someone and not felt drifting apart. Until...

Tom started, voice higher than it should be: "Just because you don't like him, that doesn't mean I---" But he was interrupted by a voice even louder.

"Of course I don't like him. I don't like arseholes!" There were mixed lines of anger and worry on Harrison's forehead. He paused, breathed from his mouth and added in a lot softer voice: "Don't you remember how it was with him?"

Until, he saw himself in the mirror. Until, he noticed the dullness in his eyes that used to glint with enthusiasm. He saw those dark circles, the loss of sleep, the loss of self-esteem.

He even stopped dancing, the thing that once meant everything to him. The thing that paved the way to everything he loves now. And he left it because Henry didn't like seeing him dance. Wear skirts and perform ballets. And he loved Henry so much that he stopped doing it.

No, he never loved Henry.

Henry was his weakness manifesting as a person, taking form in flesh and blood.

"I... I am just seeing his pictures, not that I am going back to him." Tom stated, his pride trying to overshadow his vulnerabilities.

Harrison again exhaled, sitting back on the sofa beside him.

"It's not just about physical things. It's also mental. We talked about it. You deserve so much better Tom and no one even close to Henry." He kept his palm over Tom's knee, looking him into his eyes, "Henry is your past. Gone. He doesn't even deserve a space in your memories."

Tom would have argued but he remembered that they have had this conversation in the past and that Harrison was right.

Henry told him what was good and bad for him. He decided everything for Tom and that's what Tom loved. He loved that he will no longer be responsible for any wrong decisions he ever made. That he would have someone else to blame for all his failures but he was so wrong.

It was his mistake. Considering the possibility was his mistake. Accepting Henry in his life was his mistake. Letting Henry make decisions for him was his mistake.

Henry tried to push his friends away from him. He did push all his friends away. But Harrison was the only one to push back. Push back even harder.

Harrison stayed with Tom no matter how much he pushed him away because Henry said Harrison was not right for him. Still, Harrison knocked at his door, asked about his day, told about his day, wished him New Year before anyone else.

Harrison even knocked at his door when Tom had completely given up, accepted that the gear of his life was no longer in his control. Harrison gave him his chest to keep his head on and cry. Harrison listened to him patiently and understood everything even when Tom was sure his words were just sobs, completely unintelligible.

And right now, he was again pushing Harrison away and Harrison was pushing back with a stronger force. Something hot and wet flashed through his eyes, collecting at the bottom of his eyelids. He wiped it off before it could fall down or before Harrison could notice.

His chest constricted imagining what if that tear had dropped. That it's been so many years after Harrison had those steel braces over his teeth removed or when Tom was no longer afraid of never growing taller and reaching Hollywood... And yet, Harrison would still give his chest for him to lay his head over and patiently hear his sobs and understand his distorted speech.

"Sorry. I shouldn't be so harsh on you..." Harrison apologised removing his hand from Tom's knee but the touch still lingered. He could still feel the warmth of the touch on his skin.

But Harrison was not harsh at all...

Tom smiled this time, looking into his best mate's blue eyes. "No, you are right. Henry is shit."

Harrison smiled too and got up again, stretching his arm is Tom's direction with his palm facing up. His hair fell on his forehead when he looked down at him, exactly like a bungee jumping rope.

"We should go out then. Refill that brain of yours with memories that will be worth memorising." He cheered.

But Tom knew there were moments worth memorising even in those times with Henry. All those moments he had his friend with him. The one who wore those metallic braces, complained about those acne on his forehead or how thin he was and joined gym at fifteen but then never went there the next day.

"Yes." Tom placed his hand above Harrison's. Harrison who no longer had those braces or those teen acne neither he chickens out of the gym training...

Tom did skip over a small detail. That little itch in his fingers when he noticed Harrison's curls falling over his forehead. The desire to touch them and push them back. He had clenched his fists momentarily until he unclenched them back to put his hand over Harrison's bigger ones. He pretended that that itch didn't exist.

Or that he liked holding his hand...

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TAGLIST: @hazmyheart // @justasmisunderstoodasloki // @tommysparker // @just-a-littlebit-of-everything // @thenoddingbunny-blog // @calltothewild // @viagracex // @httplayer // @slytherin-chaser // @perspectiveparker // @catkeeperthetall // @god-knows-what-am-i-doing // @its-a-leap-of-faith-kid // @emmaloo21​ // @tomxhazarchive​

[nosakaval]

[goldenretriever-nicknelson]

Okay so I’m seriously lacking motivation and I thought maybe if I show you all some of the ideas I have but haven’t started, you could tell me which looks most interesting. So here’s Ideas for fics that I had but never started:

Teacher!Tom or Teacher!Peter dating teacher!reader and all their students gossiping about it

Multiverse fic that includes both peter and Tom and reader 👀 (but is also complicated 😭 so help appreciated)

Model AU with Haz (probably enemies to lovers)

Dad!Peter fic with him helping his son/daughter to become a superhero like Tony did for him

Tom/Haz/reader threesome (including some Tomxhaz interaction)

KOH soulmate!tom x single!mom reader

Dark!peter x reader (childhood best friends turned to enemies to lovers)

Dad!tom, haz or Peter x reader with a day at the park

MJ and reader teaching Virgin!Peter a few things 😏 (all characters will be 18+)

Royal!tom x maid!reader = forbidden sex 😏

Witch!maximoff!reader x peter

[tetralea]

For TomxHaz kissing prompt! 19, 44, 48!!

Heeey, love! 

Thank you for this, sorry it took me a week to do it. But here it is! 

Drunk on you

Pairing: Tom Holland x Harrison Osterfield 

Word Count: 1.8K+

Warning: idiots in love, kissing, dry humping, my typos. Mentions of smut, but super subtle.

Summary: Harrison being drunk. On kissing Tom. 

A/N: 19. One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

44. Tentative kisses given in the dark. 

48. One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.

Harrison always remembered his kisses, the way the other person’s lips moved against his, the way they filled all of his senses, the way sometimes he become hungry for more. They were all unique yet the same in a certain way. They felt good and made him feel in certain ways, but there was one kiss he could never take out of his mind.

He kissed Tom. Or Tom kissed him. It was hard to tell, it happened so fast.

They were walking home, it was late and fairly cold. Tom tripped and Harrison could see his best friend face plant in an imaginary scenario, but before it could have happened he reached out. Then Tom was wrapped in his arms. His firm body pressed to Haz’s own, their hearts bearing fast against each other in their chests. He was staring into the dark brown eyes, his arms stubbornly holding Tom even if there was no danger in him falling now. None of them said a thing, at least he couldn’t recall anything, it was like those soft, pretty lips erased his memory. All he could think of was feeling Tom raising onto his tiptoes and him leaning down a bit to meet him in a shy kiss. Their lips met briefly before Tom pulling back a little only for Haz to chase his lips, connecting them in another, longer kiss.

He remembered Tom losing his balance on his tiptoes at some point because his hold tightened around the brunette. He also felt the strong arms circle around his neck to gain more leverage and deepen the kiss with a weak whimper.

It was everything.

The soft touch of Tom’s lips on his own, the taste on his tongue that was him and only him made Harrison drunk. He could feel it, the longer the kiss wen, their tongue meeting, teeth dragging along their lips, parting for a heartbeat then diving back in, he got more and more drunk on kissing Tom. His head was spinning, tilting to the side to be able to reach his best friend more.

More.

He wanted more, needed more. More time, more kisses, more of this. More of Tom.

Maybe this was why his hands started to wander. The right one was still holding Tom securely, his strong arm circling around the thin body, hand resting on the small of his back. While the left went after his instincts sliding down on the pretty, pale neck, on the leather of Tom’s jacket until his black jeans, only for it to grab the petite hips. Now his right one hand was in Tom’s unruly brown curls, gently pulling on them and shuddering when Tom shamelessly moaned between their kisses.

The brunette’s long fingers were all over on his body, exploring all the exposed skin they could, sinking into the blond locks then resting on the back of Haz’s head. It was intoxicating. His head was spinning, his brain pushing all his questions to the back of his mind, emptying it for the thread of naughty, needy thoughts.

He was ready to make the next move, to push Tom to the massive wall, trap his strong body between his own and the cold concrete, coaxing more sweet whimpers from the swollen lips. But he had to let go.

Some ruffling was followed by a loud noise dangerously close to them. They parted like they have never even touched each other, their heads snapping to the direction of the noise. There were nothing and no body until a small stray cat appeared.

‘Bloody cats!’ Tom groaned making a disgusted noise and without another world he started to walk to the direction of their home. They walked home in complete silence, their hands sometimes brushing against each other making them blush but do nothing against it.

The next time it happened was on a train. They were out with Tom and now had to take a train back to the set. It was the last one which they found fairly empty.  They picked a compartment and sunk comfortably into the old seats until the lights went out. Well there was a small green one above the door as a sign for the exit, but apart from that it was all dark. Not that they mind, it actually felt nice for their tired eyes to rest without the annoying neon light above their head.

Tom sat next to Harrison and the blond boy felt him scooting a bit closer in the dark. He didn’t move not only when he felt a sweet weight on his shoulder as Tom leant on him resting after the trip. He let a happy smile plaster on his face, there was no way Tom could see in the dark, not even if he lifted his head. The monotone noise of the carriages, and Tom’s body pressed to his slowly started to relax him till the point when he had to fight to keep his eyes opened. God he would have gave so much for it, but the last thing he wanted was to miss their station and get stuck on the train. He shifted and it seemed to wake Tom up, who most probably fell asleep in the last minutes, at least that was what Haz suspected from his even breathing and unusual quietness.

‘It’s okay, go back to sleep.’ The blond one whispered, turning his face and placing a soft kiss to the top of the brown curls.

‘Nah, I can sleep at home.’ Tom resisted with a voice thick from sleep, which made Harrison’s heart melt a little even if he would have never admitted it. Not giving much thought of Tom’s shuffling he sunk back into the seat, planning on to continue their quiet journey but Tom had different plans.

He turned just enough so now his chin was pressed to the more than comfortable shoulder. He inhaled Harrison’s scent the one always calmed his nerves, the one always made his heart flutter, the one always wanted him to throw away all of his manners and just grab the blond one and kiss his silly, like he did on the street.

‘Do you think about it?’ He asked quietly. It felt like the darkness just made the words easier to come.

‘About what?’ Harrison asked, with a curious expression.

‘The other night on the street.’ Tom shied away from saying the words of what actually happened, like it would have made it safer.

‘I do. A lot.’ Harrison answered honestly, but still not moving.

‘You regret it, don’t you?’ Tom asked with a broken voice, taking the lack of movements as rejection from the blonde.

‘No.’ Harrison’s answer was way too quick. He cleared his throat and turned his head at the same time his fingers found Tom’s cheeks and caressed them gently. ‘It’s quite the opposite, but you just left me there and never said a thing about it. I thought you might regret it.’

‘No, I just didn’t know what to say.’ Tom admitted and after a bit of fumbling he found Harrison’s hand on his thigh and held it softly.

‘Don’t say anything, just do it again.’ The blonde boy said with one breath, his heart in his throat again, one hand holding Tom’s the other resting on the back of his friend’s head.

Tom didn’t need to hear it twice. He lifted his head and found the soft, pink lips even in the darkness perfectly. It was a small kiss, testing the waters before diving in and leaning closer to Harrison to reach him better, to kiss him deeper.

It was the same feeling again. That intoxicating, the one which made all of him tremble in anticipation for more, the one took his breath away and all it left were his feeling for the brunette boy.

It was Tom who made the next move, his knee landing on the other side of Harrison’s thigh, practically making him straddle the blonde. ‘Anyone can come in.’ Harrison tried to reason.

‘No one is here.’ Tom pointed out the obvious before his swollen lips returned to Haz’s to kiss him again and again, placing small, soft kisses on the delicious lips, enjoying this closeness he always dreamt of. The small tentative kisses turned into a full blown one, Harrison’s hand pressing Tom’s torso to his when he bit to brunette’s lips. It was everything he remembered from last time and even more. It set a fire in his body none ever could, it clouded his judgement and let his deepest desires come to the surface.

Tom was grinding on him, making them both hard in their pants. He was panting into the sweet lips, but never really let them go. Tom’s hands were under his shirt and it sent ecstatic waves across his body, turning him on even more. Tom sucked on his lips pulling a whimper from Haz. He never wanted this to end, he never wanted to leave this train, this darkness.

‘Promise me, you won’t pretend this never happened.’ He groaned when Tom moved to his neck, sucking and biting on the pale skin, careful to not to leave any marks.

‘I won’t, I promise.’ He could only see Tom’s silhouette as he straightened himself. ‘I want to do this, Haz. I want us to do this every day, I want to kiss you, I want to hold you so bad, all day every day.’ Tom confessed, his large hands cupping Harrison’s flushed cheeks.

‘Yes, please, I want that too.’ He laughed nervously and pulled Tom in for a giddy kiss. ‘Boyfriend.’ Happiness and carefree giggles filled the air between the soft kisses.

It wasn’t long until their station was coming and thank god the set was only a few minutes away. They walked, no, they rushed there hand in hand, fumbling through Tom’s trailer’s door.

Harrison pushed the smaller boy to the door with a hungry kiss, his hands wandering with need on his body, wanting to feel every inch of his without the restriction of his clothes. He wanted Tom naked. Not that the brunette was so against it, he was quick to lift his arms and pull his shirt through his head first, while Harrison did the same.

Tom pulled him back to a breathless kiss, grabbing Harrison’s hips and grinding his throbbing cock to the blonde boy’s bulge, moans erupting from both of them. It was clear that Tom had no intentions to stop anytime soon even if it was maybe too big of a step from a kiss and a confession whispered in the dark. They both wanted this, they both held back for too long to stop before they could go all the way.

‘Do you want to do this?’ Harrison broke the kiss to ask his breathless friend. Tom didn’t respond with words, he just crashed his lips to Haz’s, opening up immediately for the skilled tongue to explore his mouth for the thousandth time that night. Tagging a few people who might be interested:  @tomsrebeleyebrow​, @tomhollandd​, @tomhollandsmut​, @tommysparker​, @lostinthoughtsandfeelings​, @tomhollandspideys, @tomxhazarchive​, @thurstyforholland​, @hollandfangirl

[terrifictomholland]

Do I remember you saying you’re doing a new TomxHaz threesome fic? How’s that coming along?? Because baby girl needs it 👀

You remember correctly 😏 it’s all done as far as the writing of it goes, I just want another pair of eyes to look it over before I post it - but rest assured, it’s gonna be obscenely filthy and smutty - I gotchu covered darling 😏✌🏻

[farfromparker]

Ungh that anons got me thinking about TomxHaz and how that’s definitely happened! Even if just those two horny bros jerking off together - and then maybe helping the other out 🥵🥵🥵

They’d be hella pretty together that’s for sure 😍😍

[worldoftom]

hey i know it's a bit early it ask this but is there gonna be TomxHaz content in your threesome fic

yes. i’ll add that warning in the post and my tag (#TxH) so people can block / avoid it easily

[fanficparker]

A/N: Sorry I accidentally deleted my ask. I wrote a head-canon for this request as I thought it would be most suitable. If you want to get notified for my Tom x Haz content, surely send me an ask & I'll add you to my TomxHaz taglist.

It would be around the time when Tom asked his best friend to accompany him as his personal assistant to the set of Spider-man Homecoming.

Harrison would be more than pleased to do so. He would even learn a lot about filming.

They were offered separate rooms but Tom rejected the offer and decided to go with a single suite as he knew how anxious he would get alone. He wanted Haz to be with him and Haz more than understood.

The shoots were taking place, both Tom and Harrison would be super tired all the time but they also made new friends.

Jacob was definitely the best person on set. But he was also the one who made stupid sexy jokes about Tom and Harrison being together.

The boys would laugh at them but it was just an attempt to hide their embarrassment.

It was a night when Tom felt too anxious, he felt out of place in the grand party. He even felt sick and wanted to go back to their hotel room.

But he was too embarrassed to say anything or spoil the night for his friends.

Harrison noticed. He snaked an arm across the brunnete's shoulder and let him lean into his chest.

"Let's go back," Haz whispered, softly dragging Tom out.

"I am fine Haz. You can join the party now." Tom said when they reached inside their room but Harrison chose to stay.

And unfortunately Tom actually fell sick, his body was burning but Harrison took care of him. He didn't sleep the whole night and let Tom's head rest on his thigh while he combed Tom's brown curls with his fingers. He arranged for paracetamols and even called the nurse at midnight.

According to the nurse— Tom got fever out of too much pressure. But Tom had a different story.

He realised all what Harrison had done for him and how Harrison's presence made his heart flutter.

When Marvel made Tom do a stupid PR stunt with Zendaya, pretending they were dating... Tom felt super uneasy. He just wanted to go and kiss his best friend.

He started crying early morning.

"What's it Tom? Tell me." Haz would insist but Tom would just cry hugging him tight.

Haz would pull away in order to look at Tom's face better and Tom would simply find himself getting lost in those icy-blue eyes.

When Haz rubbed off the tear stains on Tom's cheeks, Tom couldn't help but grab Harrison by his shirt's collar and collide his lips with the blonde's.

And Harrison... He would grab Tom's face and kiss him even deeper.

They would kiss again and again, till their lips went sore.

They would lie down on the bed, laughing for not telling the other sooner.

And then kiss again.

[fanficparker]

hey ummm haz once said in a live that being shipped with tom makes his extremely uncomfy and youre kinda doing that exact thing and its kinda incest-y since theyre close as brothers so umm stop

Hmm. I didn't know he said that. I just did it as an imaginary thing. But if that's it then I'll stop doing it 😐

I guess sorry guys. Maybe I need to stop with TomxHaz content. I seriously had no idea.

Taglist: @marvels-blue-phoenix // @harryssxnflwr // @tommyparkerr // @infinityspacesuniverse

[fanficparker]

Hi I love your blog!!!! Do you know anyone else who writes for Tomxharrison

Tysm. And yes, @marvels-blue-phoenix has a tomxhaz series going on, you can check it 💕

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by Hollerfield_Osterland

An incident Tom doesn't remember at all happens when he's 18 and changes his life forever. He loses his best friend and the boy he loved at the time. 6 years later Harry hires Tom a bodyguard for his own safety after fans lash out at him. Tom despises his new Bodyguard, but when he saves his life his feelings begin to change, and Tom starts having strange feelings about this bodyguard. Slowly things begin to unravel and Tom starts to work out what happened all those years ago, while doing so he crosses a path he never thought he would since he lost his best friend, and he falls in love.

Or Tom falls in love with his Bodyguard and they figure out what happened 6 years ago.

 WARNING: There will be a lot of violence, so if you are easily triggered please stand back. They will be short scenes, but there will be descriptions of blood and other details.

Enjoy!

Words: 346, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), British Actor RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tom Holland, Harrison Osterfield, Harry Holland, Sam Holland, Antonio Gonzalez

Relationships: Tom Holland/Harrison Osterfield, Harrison Osterfield/Tom Holland

Additional Tags: Bodyguard AU, Protective Harrison Osterfield, obviously, He's a bodyguard what do you expect, anyway moving on, Vulnerable Tom Holland, HazxTom, TomxHaz, I ship Tom and Haz, I ship Haz and Tom, these two belong together, Scary Directors, Boys In Love, Dorks in Love, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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by Bene_the_bay_tb

Tom had a panic attack when things get a little too much but he has such a supportive boyfriend and as usual it ends in cuddles in bed.

Words: 1574, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of Fluffy Hollerfield Oneshots

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tom Holland, Harrison Osterfield, Harry Holland, Sam Holland

Relationships: Tom Holland/Harrison Osterfield

Additional Tags: airport, TomxHaz, HazxTom, Hollerfield - Freeform, osterland - Freeform, Torrison, Tarrison, Boys In Love, Dorks in Love, Our babes love eachother, Panic Attacks, Comfort, Cuddles, Kisses, Sharing Clothes, Gay, LGBT, adorable couples, My fav Gay ship, more cuddles, Harry Holland is grossed out, Supportive Sam Holland, Protective Harrison Osterfield, Gay Tom Holland

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by Bene_the_bay_tb

Words: 1271, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tom Holland, Harrison Osterfield, Harry Holland

Relationships: Tom Holland/Harrison Osterfield

Additional Tags: Long Days, Sleepy Tom Holland, Protective Harrison Osterfield, Cute Tom Holland, tom holland is adorable, Boys In Love, Dorks in Love, Harrison Osterfield is the World's Best Boyfriend, Fluff, a lot of fluff, More Fluff, HazxTom, TomxHaz, Filming Reshoots, Pet Names, Actor Tom Holland, Gay Tom Holland, Gay Harrison Osterfield, Tom Holland Is Too Cute, Harrison Osterfield is Protective