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Crash Into You || Tom Holland Smut

ice hockey!tom x figure skater!reader — smut.

summary ↠ you can’t stand the ice hockey team. they’re loud, brutish, and incredibly annoying. it’s just inconvenient that you can’t seem to stop running into their star player, an irritatingly suave man called tom, nor deny the way your pulse quickens every time he’s around…   word count ↠ 20.2k. warnings ↠ mild depictions of sport-related injury including blood and nose breakage, a lot of bad language, some jealousy, and nsfw smut material! extended smut warnings are beneath the cut, but this is 18+ !!! minors dni.   a/n ↠ it’s funny because I tell myself I don’t like sport aus, yet this is somehow one of my favourite things that I’ve ever written…? the au is kinda ~obscure~ I guess, but it checked so many of my boxes whilst writing it, and I had a great time. it’s also the longest thing I’ve ever posted?! ahh !! I hope you’ll like dutchy, and give this a go even if you’re not really into hockey <3   —↠ there are so many different people that helped me out with this!!! in addition to all the wonderful anons that sent in ideas last month, I want to extend a huge thank you to @geminiparkers @tetralea @hollandharrison @honeyspidey @stixnstripesworld and @uglypastels for each helping out in some way, whether that be through brainstorming ideas, making incredible art, or teaching me about hockey and/or skating! <3<3 also—the biggest thank you ever to the lovely sammy @t-holland2080 for not disowning me after editing this for me and seeing my basic spelling errors lmfao. ily <3 hope you all enjoy !!

extra !! @uglypastels made two beautiful pieces of fanart for tom aka dutchy — you can view these here + here !!! @softholand​ also made an absolutely incredible moodboard based off the fic, and you can view that here :’) thank you to both of them for using their amazing artistic talents on this fic + making me literally like. the happiest writer on the planet :’) 

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tag your writing as spoilers if it applies. nobody wants to have the movie ruined because you can’t do that.

hey anon!! i’m so sorry if i spoiled anything for anyone but all my fics contain warnings for the spoilers, be careful because most don’t unfortunately :((

PETER PARKER 1, 2 & 3 | SPIDER-MAN TOBEY MAGUIRE, ANDREW GARFIELD, TOM HOLLAND

heyyy van u please make a story where Tom accidentally reveals his relationship w reader? on like a instagram live or interview or whatever.

thankuu 🤍

w/c: 3K

pairing: tom holland x reader

warning(s); mention of smoking,

n/a:  It's finally here ! Anon i'm so sorry if i made you wait.

Okay, i've tried to make this request gender neutral and i don't know if i succeed.

Please, take into consideration that in this request, Tom's GQ interview does not mention his relationship with Zendaya (obviously). 

Once again, it’s not edited, so please be kind, english is not my native language. I hope you’re all gonna love this one.

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Being Tom Holland's partner isn't easy. The man is desired by many of his fans. Being Tom Holland's "secret" partner is even more difficult than you might have imagined.

You weren't in the world of show business, or rather, you were more in the shady part of Hollywood, the ones we don't talk about because they're not as big in the industry. It was far from degrading work but it just seemed insignificant compared to Tom's international career.

You weren't on the camera or makeup crew, let alone the production or publicity crew. No, you were just an event manager, and again, it was a big pretty word for a pity job but it was pretty well paid for a student.

To be completely honest you were more of a celebrity stooge at the events; you welcomed them, showed them their seats, were at their service by responding to their needs (if it was just bringing them a drink, you did it, if it was to order a driver, you did it too)

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You had met Tom at an event he was attending. Your boss was the organizer and you were just a backup, a student job during your last year of university study. You had simply welcomed the guests and ensuring that they never went wanting. You had all the roles: waitress, assistant, supervisor. That night, you thought you were going to get fired.

“This is order table 5. Cabernet for Mr. Mikkelsen, Mr. Fiennes and Mr. Caine. Riesling for Mr. Roth, water for Mr. Slatter.” The barman said to you but you already knew as you took the order.

You rolled your eyes but displayed your biggest polite smile to answer the bartender before turning to walk to your table, confident when you hit Tom head on. The crash of your tray and the glasses on it, crashing to the floor, caught the attention of part of the room and you were petrified. All the more so when you noticed that Tom Holland's costume was stained.

All life seemed to have come out of your body and you had to push yourself to act. You swallowed with difficulty the ball of anguish in your throat before rubbing the costume with your hands, spreading the red wine stain even more, forgetting the shards of glasses on the floor.

"Oh my god i'm so sorry ... i ... sorry ... i didn't see you."

You were too lost in your thoughts to hear the genuine, slightly embarrassed laughter from the chocolate-eyed man. You continued to rub the tuxedo jacket when you felt the hands of your "victim" gently grip your elbows to pull you up. You could feel the grip of his fingers through your shirt. It was firm without putting too much force into it and yet there was a certain delicacy in that contact that gave you comforting security.

"Hey ... um..Hi." Tom said first, his ears red with embarrassment as a few glances were still on you. "You don't need to apologize ... it does happen sometimes, and if that may comfort you, I'm pretty clumsy myself. It's pretty much impossible for me to shoot a scene without hurting myself."

Tom had this need to calm you down immediately. What was a little wine on a suit he would probably never wear again? Your eyes widened in fear. Hurt something? Did you cut him when the glasses fell?

The panic seemed to take over a bit but Tom seemed to read your mind as he shook his hands in front of him indicating that he was not injured which surprised you. You just nodded and the actor just laughed.

"Luckily I'm wearing a dark tuxedo ... See, we hardly see anything, so don't worry."

Once again, you just nodded, it was about the only thing your body allowed you to do. You were pretty sure that you looked stupid or something…And also that your boss was going to fire you for spilling wine on a celebrity and talking to that same celebrity. Even if speaking was a strong word since you weren’t very eloquent.

"I'm Tom… by the way. Would you like some help finding something to pick up those broken glasses?"

You seemed to be gathering your spirits. And although you politely declined, crouching down to shave off the larger pieces of broken glass, Tom accompanied you to help you.

You didn't tell him your name. You weren't really allowed to sympathize with the guests. And to be honest, even though he seemed like a nice person, you were terrified that if you told him your name, he would tell your boss about you ... who would fire you on the spot.

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You were an occasional smoker, you even decided to stop and you were pretty proud because it was your first cigarette of the day. But this time, you actually felt the urge to take a whiff of that addicting toxic stick. You rest your head against the wall, blowing the smoke in a sigh of release. The stress seemed to come out of your body as the tar particles rushed into your lungs.

This little incident, which happened almost half an hour ago, really stressed you out. You weren't the clumsy type but it happened. If at least that had happened to you for drinks without interest, simple soft drinks and not extremely expensive wine. What's more, you spilled her glasses on a celebrity wearing an overpriced costume.

Catastrophic scenarios were mixing in your head and you already see your boss announcing that you were fired, that the wasted glasses and the cleaner's note for the stain on Holland's suit was going to be taken out of your pay. Suffice to say that your salary was going to look like thin breadcrumbs.

You heard the back door open and then click again, followed by footsteps coming closer to you. You turned your head as you made out a familiar figure that seemed to be looking for a few things. Chocolate eyes landed on you and a small smile appeared on the lips of the actor who walked frankly in your direction.

"Hey ... I forgot my vape ... can I steal a cigarette from you?"

Your eyes scanned the man in front of you for a moment, pursing your lips to swallow your stress. Was this actor going to chase you all night? Was he going to give you a mean speech for getting his costume dirty now that you were alone? But during the brief moment you looked at him, you could only make out a benevolent aura emanating from him. So you shook your head to sow your thoughts and pulled out your pack of cigarettes, limped open so Tom could grab a stick.

"You never told me your name."

"I'm not really allowed to chat with the guests" you simply said with a shy smile.

"But you're on a break." he tried

"Pause, sure, but still at work."

Tom was feeling a little frustrated that you didn't want to give him your name. Was there a reason other than professional? Of course, he could understand that the organizer asked not to bother the guests but here, the British man was explicitly asking to get to know the young woman.

He grabbed a cigarette from your packet and you couldn't help but rest your eyes on his thin, long fingers. Your mind seemed to freeze on the gesture, your thoughts on his male hands. Tom raised the cigarette to his lips and you were a spectator of the scene, obsessed with every movement.

Before the tube slipped between his lips, he moistened his lower lip with the tip of his tongue as you nibbled on yours in a prejudiced mind. You were trying to get rid of this obsession by pulling on your own cigarette and Tom was asking you for the lighter.

"Can you light it on, darling?”

Your breath caught a little in your throat at the mention of the pet name, and your eyebrow raised in puzzlement. Tom just shrugged casually, as if he understood your nonverbal. His eyes scanned you for a moment while waiting for your answer and for a moment you had totally forgotten what he had asked you.

You came to your senses and approached the lighter to the stick before pressing your finger on the trigger, lighting the cigarette. You watched him take the first puff, he didn't seem as relieved as you, Tom seemed more nonchalant, not as tense as you were. Your eyes then fell on his costume and you sighed. You were so fucked up.

"How's the stain?" you asked, concerned.

"Not so bad."

"I’m, once again, terribly sorry for this incident"

"And again, that's okay. It happens. Really, you don't have to stress about it." He tried to comfort you.

"It's true that spilling an overpriced Cabernet on your Gucci isn't such a big deal for people like you"

"Boss."

"Sorry?" you didn’t understand.

"The costume is from Hugo Boss"

You rolled your eyes, annoyed to have been picked up on the brand of that damn tuxedo. Tom's eyes widened at your expression, lips pursed together, looking a little silly. The actor ended up clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck. He hadn't wanted to sound so condescending; he didn't even know why he felt compelled to correct her. Tom didn't give a damn about the marks he wore. Most of the time, he had his say on the style he wanted given and whether or not it suited him, but English had never reconsidered a brand.

"It was quite pretentious. Sorry."

"It was, indeed."

A new silence has settled between you during which you both smoke your cigarettes. Your eyes rested on the actor for a moment. He wasn't very tall, but he wasn't tiny either. His hair was short brown, his suit suited him perfectly: tight black, his shirt made him look a little more casual. As your eyes roamed his suit, his arms through his tuxedo jacket, Tom was giving you the same attention.

He frequented a lot of actresses in his daily life, each one was beautiful, smooth and reflected such a perfect image. But you. He had never seen such a gentle face. Your eyes, whatever you did, seemed expressive to him. The actor was obsessed with you. In the way you silence your identity, your sarcasm and your frankness, your nonchalance in front of him. He was Tom, he was a celebrity but you acted so professionally but didn't use tact if you had to blame him for something. You had been so concerned about spilling a glass of wine on him, but not because he was a celebrity, no, because you were afraid for yourself.

“I really don't want to force it but ... what's your name?” Tom asked again.

You were brought out of your reverie at the sound of his voice. You bit your lip, hesitant and flattered. You weren't usually the type of person who left you intimidated when a stranger insisted on getting to know you. Tom was no stranger per se, he was a public figure, but you didn't know him personally.

"Can I afford to be honest?"

"Weren't you before?" he joked.

"Fairly true. What good would it be for you to know my name? I'm no one."

"Well, maybe I would like you to be someone for me. I like what you give off. I want to get to know you. Don't I have the right to make myself friends?"

"Haven't you had enough already? I mean ... you're pretty well surrounded."

"Real friends ... with sincere intentions."

"Who tells you I'm not dishonest."

"No one. But I have a good hunch on that tonight."

Once again, you smiled flattered, your eyes reflected your emotion and your thin smile warming the heart of Tom who smiled in turn. You took a quick look at your watch; it was time to get back to work before you got scolded by your boss. You stubbed out your cigarette and walked past Tom before stopping right outside the back door.

"Y/N, my name is Y/N"

After all, you weren't sure he would really remember it by tomorrow, and you weren't expecting him to actually get in touch with you after that night.

You were wrong. Tom called you the next day. He had asked one of your coworkers and called you. He also specifically asked your boss not to penalize you for your mistake tonight. And ultimately, you have become much more than friends over time.

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Months have passed, almost a year. The covid had also come its way but your relationship was strong enough to get you out from anything. You both held on, even if you weren’t able to see you while the quarantine, even if you were both stressed: you held on.

And now, Tom has started again to make work presses, interviews, photoshoots. He was sat at this chair behind this computer, answering questions. Tom had one of his elbows on the table as he ran his fingers over his lower lip as he read the question.

"Before you got into the movies, you played Billy Elliot on the stage in the musical of the same name. Give us a song of musicals that you can't stop listening to?"

The British actor laughed, only one possible answer floating through his mind. Yet he decided to joke a little

"You know, this app, TikTok, helps a lot to highlight songs from musicals. I saw this trend the other time with this song ... come on ... *

His gaze fell on a member of his team, behind the camera, a little frustrated not to know the music that was running through his head.

"You know that super weird trend where girls pull up a corset and say '9 inches'?"

"It's from Six; The musical ... the title is: house of Holbein" someone said after typing on their phone.

Tom clapped his hands, eyes twinkling before turning to the camera.

"Yeah there you go. Anyway, I saw some very sexualized fishy stuff about that little phrase."

He paused as he reread the question on his computer before laughing uneasily.

"Yeah, that wasn't the question ... So, a song I'm listening to ... Definitely Seize the day from Newsies on Disney+ ... my partn- a friend of mine is listening to it over and over whenever we're on. car. The dancing part really gives me Mary Poppins vibes “Step in Time”, I don't know why. Anyway, definitely this song! "

You closed your computer screen, narrowed eyes resting on your boyfriend. Tom was feeling infinitely small right now, he knew you were going to blame him for failing to reveal your relationship.

"I didn't think he was actually going to write my little gap"

"Well figure you, Sherlock, they did."

"Come on, it's probably nothing"

You pinched the bridge of your nose before tapping on your phone: Twitter was already inundating with questions from fans. Rumors about a possible relationship were rife and you sighed. You were going to have to be extra careful now, with just that little phrase Tom had sparked a flood of tweets about the person he was supposedly dating.

“I’m so sorry baby. So sorry”

You knew you couldn't stop people from analyzing every word Tom said, you knew you couldn't stop your boyfriend from being who he was, besides you loved him with all his qualities and its faults, its clumsiness. You smiled at him before giving the actor a kiss.

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Tom had been wriggling in his seat from the start of the ride and Harry was tapping his fingers on the frame of the car, visibly annoyed by the stress of his older brother. You put your fingers gently on Tom's thigh, applying gentle pressure in an attempt to calm your boyfriend down.

"It's going to be fine, my love."

He looked at you through the red glass of his glasses and you smiled at him. You couldn't deny that he reminded you of his mentor, RDJ, with this accessory attached to his nose. You nodded in encouragement as the car stopped. Even with the transport isolation, you could hear the clicking of the cameras. The door opened for Tom and he walked out with a British elegance that always capsized you. Harry had just told you to wait a bit before going out, just like him, but Tom had decided otherwise. He just held out his hand to help you get out of the car. You could see the anxiety in his eyes.

"It's been going well ... man of the year" you joked, which made Tom smile.

"Great God, thank you for being here."

And without waiting, he left you a kiss on the lips to which you responded automatically before freezing. Time to realize and your boyfriend was already gone on the red carpet. Harry came to stand next to you.

"Did he just kiss you in front of about fifty photographer?" he asked

"Mhmm Mhmm"

"Do you think he realized?"

"Nope."

Your answer fell just in time to see the coin fall into Tom's mind, who turned to you with astonished eyes. He raised his finger to indicate to wait a minute for the photographer and you wanted to hit your forehead when you saw him retrace his steps to join you.

"I am sorry."

"Tom, stop apologizing all the time."

"But ... I ... I kissed you and ..."

"And tomorrow there would be pictures of that kiss in the press, but that's okay."

"Isn't it?" he asked, concerned.

"We were going to go public at one point or another, I guess."

Were you worried about this kiss? A little. Would you have liked to keep your relationship private a little longer? Certainly. Were you mad at Tom? No.

Tom was Tom. You loved his moments of spontaneity, you loved the love he had for everyone who mattered to him, including you. And since the damage was done, you kissed him again, a little kiss before giving him a wink.

"Go set that red carpet on fire, superstar"

"I love you."

"Ditto but you have an event to participate, go!"

Tom laughed before walking up the red carpet like the amazing man he was. No, being Tom Holland's partner wasn't easy ... but you were up to anything for this man, even accidentally going public.

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Strictly Curse Strikes: Tom Holland announces relationship with dance partner

The Strictly curse strikes again. Marvel actor Tom Holland (25) and professional dancer Y/N L/N (24) have revealed their relationship just one day after they raised the Glitterball Trophy.

On Saturday night Tom Holland and his dance partner Y/N L/N were in the final of the BBC dance competition show Strictly Come Dancing. At the end of the night, the two were voted as the winners of the competition to no one's surprise.

The two danced exquisitely together throughout all three of their dances. Their judge's choice dance was a waltz to 'How Long Will I Love You' by Ellie Goulding; their couple's favourite was an argentine tango to 'A Evaristo Carriego' by Eduardo Rovira; and they danced their showdance to 'Hot Honey Rag'. Each dance scored a perfect 40 from the judges.

Throughout the entirety of the season, fans have been keen to point out the intense chemistry between Tom and Y/N. Their dances have been possibly the most romantic and sensual ever on the show.

The two have always dodged questions as to whether there was more to their relationship than being just dance partners, never confirming nor denying the rumours.

But the day after winning the competition, Tom shared a sweet post on Instagram saying that his real prize was the woman he shared his journey with.

We can't wait to see more of this couple in the future and we hope that this dancing duo will remain each other's dance partners for a long time to come.