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Body Pillow | T.H.

Summary: In which you try to make your time spent away from Tom a little easier but your plan works a little too well for his liking.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1,300

Author’s Note: hello this is my first time writing like this so pls be gentle!

Long distance was hard.

Despite practically sharing an apartment, you sometimes went weeks, even months, without seeing your boyfriend while he was away filming. You did your best to fill the space–FaceTiming twice a week, phone calls every night, spontaneous weekend visits–but you had yet to find the cure to an empty bed.

It was always hard, putting on a brave face while dropping him off at JFK.

“I’ll be home before you know it darling,” he promised every time, pressing a kiss to your temple and wrapping his arms around you tightly. “You won’t even have time to miss me.”

Things took a turn for the worst when he left to shoot Far From Home. Not only were you not allowed on set due to confidentiality issues–Tom compared it to being quarantined–but he didn't get a break until halfway through filming, meaning you wouldn’t see each other for four months; the longest you’d ever been apart.

At first, you took in stride. You weren’t going to be one of those girls, the kind that fell apart the moment your boyfriend wasn’t around. 

“Do you miss me yet?” he’d ask, his pixilated face smiling softly at you. 

Your schedules were off now that he was in Europe, but you had a small window between you getting home from work and his bedtime. 

You’d scoff, deflecting the question. “I’ll tell you what I don’t miss, taking cold showers because you used up all the hot water.”  

Unfortunately, after downing an entire bottle of Pinot Grigio at your weekly wine night at your best friend’s place, you realized, much to your friend’s amusement, that you were, in fact, one of those girls. 

You tried it all. From sleeping on his side, to sleeping in the middle, you even spent nights on the couch in front of the TV to avoid the bedroom all together; nothing seemed to ease the dull ache in your chest from missing Tom.  

The bed felt too big, too cold without him.

You didn’t even have Tess to keep you company. Tom had left her with his brother Sam back in London, insisting that he didn’t want to burden you with her for the next several months. 

You spent the nights eating Chinese takeout on the couch, because Tom usually cooked, making a significant dent in your Netflix watch list. 

You got the idea while roaming the aisles of the nearest Target. Tessa had accidentally destroyed one of your throw pillows last time she was at your place (Tom’s fault, of course, not hers) and you’d been meaning to find a replacement. You turned down the wrong aisle, though, stumbling upon the body pillows instead.

You didn’t solve your throw pillow dilemma that day, but you did find a solution to your empty bed syndrome.

Finally, you were sleeping through the night again. It wasn’t the same as cuddling him–definitely not as fun, but with much less kicking involved–but after a few weeks, it became the only way you could fall asleep. 

You never mentioned it to Tom, a little embarrassed to admit just how much you missed him.

At first, Tom found it adorable.

“I think it’s cute,” he teased when he first got home. He held the pillow up so that they were side by side. “You know, I can kind of see the resemblance.”

You’d just roll your eyes, “Shut up.”

“Is it a boy or a girl?”

“Don’t be an idiot.”

“Maybe we could buy it a Spider-Man costume, mask and all. Then you really wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.”

“I’m going to smack you with it.”

One night the two of you were in bed. Tom was scheduled to fly back out to Atlanta at the end of the week so you were making the most of your time together, which really just meant having enough sex to tide you over the three months until he was home for good.

“I missed this,” you mumbled against his lips.

“I missed you,” he’d mumble back.

Tom’s mouth trailed deliciously hot kisses down your neck, his fingers tugging down the strap of your tank top to pepper kisses over your shoulder before reaching down and pulling it off in one swift movement. 

You cupped his face and pulled his lips back to yours, kissing him slowly, fingers tangled in his hair, committing every move to memory. Both of you wanted to preserve this moment as best as you could.

You broke apart, squealing when Tom shifted with lightning speed, rolling on top of you. He was peering down at you, his eyes mischievously bright, grinning smugly.

“Can your pillow do this?” he winked, before disappearing under the covers.

“You know, you are so annoy–oh,” your eyes fluttered shut. “No, it can’t.”

It wasn’t until he was back home from filming that he started to notice how much of a problem it had actually become. He knew you’d grown attached to it, sure, but he didn’t expect you to keep cuddling the damn thing while he was in bed with you.

He would make up in the middle of the night to find that the stupid pillow was between you, your arms clutching it for dear life. Several times he tried to slide it out from under you, but you would frown in your sleep.

Once, he accidentally woke you up.

“What’re you doing?” you muttered groggily, pulling the pillow closer.

He just sighed and collapsed back into bed, defeated. “Sorry love, just getting comfortable.”

You were cleaning the apartment one afternoon and you found your pillow folded neatly on the top shelf of the storage closet. When you confronted Tom about it he just shrugged, insisting that he had no idea how it got there.

“Maybe it was the cleaning lady,” he said casually, not even bothering to look up from the magazine he was reading. 

You crossed your arms, giving him a flat look he couldn’t see. “I don’t have a cleaning lady.”

“We should get you a cleaning lady.” 

Tom would lay awake at night, plotting ways to get rid of it while making it look like an accident. He’d never want to hurt your feelings, but he missed his girlfriend.

You finally caught on to what was happening when you caught him trying to feed it to a very uninterested Tessa, probably hoping it would suffer the same fate as your throw.

“You’re jealous.”

Tom scoffed. “Don’t be daft.”

His too-quick reply only confirmed your suspicions. “Oh my God, you are!”

“I am not jealous!” he argued defensively. “There’s nothing to be jealous of.”

You poked his side affectionately. “Are you worried I love it more than I love you?”

He glared at you. “Don’t even joke.”

One night he’d had enough. You were both sitting in bed, him scrolling through Twitter, you reading a book, your pillow between you. He looked between you and the pillow once before setting his phone down and snatching it off the bed.

You glanced up from your book, confused. “What’s going on?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he tucked the pillow under his arm and walked out the bedroom door towards the kitchen. You were so stunned you didn’t even get out of bed to follow him.

It sounded like he was rifling through one of the cabinets followed by the unmistakable sound of a garbage bag being shaken out. You then heard the front door open and close, the deadbolt sliding back into place.

Seconds later, Tom walked back into your room empty-handed.

You raised an eyebrow at him and asked, “Are you sure you weren’t jealous?”

“Absolutely positive,” he said, crawling back into bed.

You watched him as he made his way to your side on his hands and knees, his hair falling into his eyes. He reached over and plucked your book out of your hands, tossing it over his shoulder. You made a mental note to reprimand him about it later.

You giggled as he pulled you to him, your head finding his chest and your arms automatically winding around his middle.

He hummed happily, “Much better.”

“What about next time you leave?” you asked, nuzzling your face into his neck.

Nothing could replace this feeling, you thought.  

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he murmured into your hair. 

You closed your eyes, the warmth of his body pressed up to yours lulling you to sleep. You shook your head drowsily. 

“I don’t need a new one,” you yawned. “I just need you to promise to always come back.”

“I swear.” 

Kelly from Psych | T.H

Summary: Sometimes destiny looks like walking in on someone in the bathroom at a party you didn’t want to be at and he wasn't invited to.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1,815

Author’s Note: hello! again! everyone was so nice in my last fic that I decided to give it another go. am I a one-hit-wonder? you decide! also, I’ve decided that all my fics exist within the same universe, so it’s just like one long story if that makes any sense anyways this is how you met!

          You picked nervously at the label of your beer bottle, searching the faces in the crowd for your roommate. It’d been an hour since she disappeared and what had started as a drink to pass the time had quickly escalated to two Stella’s and a slight buzz.

In her defense, you should have known better. You’d been reluctant to agree to be her plus one at an old classmate’s going away party—“You remember Kelly! From Psych!”—but after negotiating a quick but long-enough-to-be-polite appearance followed by ice cream at your favorite parlor in the East Village, you’d caved.

You lost her within the first half-hour after she spotted an old flame in the crowd, making empty promises about how she wouldn’t be long.

          “I don’t want him thinking I’m not over him!” she argued, already backing away towards where he was standing with a few friends you recognized from the three dorm-room parties you’d been forced to attend.

          “But you aren’t over him,” you’d countered, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

She rolled her eyes. “Of course I am,” she said and you didn’t know who she as trying to convince more: her, or you. “Just relax, okay? I’ll be right back.”

That was an hour and a half ago.

You downed the rest of your drink, smiling sheepishly and gesturing at your now empty bottle as you excused yourself from the small gathering of people that had assembled around you. Not that it really mattered, everyone was so engrossed in the conversation—to which you’d contributed so little—that no one so much as glanced your way as you slipped away.

The crowd had thickened into a dense throng of people. A quiet, intimate, friendly get-together you could handle. A full-blown college rager full of people you hardly knew and barely remembered? Less so. As you weaved through the throng of people you felt anxiety creep into your chest making it uncomfortably tight.

No amount of ice cream was worth this. 

You made it to the kitchenette, which was an oversight on your part. It was impossibly full of at least a dozen people grabbing at chips and beer, emptying the scarce selection by the case. You scanned the room over guests’ heads for a few seconds before zeroing in on the perfect escape.

You traded in your empty bottle of beer for a new one and all but sprinted across the small two-bedroom apartment, ducking into the bathroom by the coat closet and shutting the door behind you quickly, not stopping to check whether there was a line. 

The sound of music and small talk dulled, falling away until it was basically white noise and you felt relief wash over you. You closed your eyes and turned to press your back against the door, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

For a brief second, everything was better.

But then you heard someone cleared their throat and you felt your blood turn to ice in your veins—you’d been so preoccupied about finding an escape you’d never stopped to consider that there was someone already inside.

Your eyes flew open and you came face to face with the unfortunate stranger whose privacy you’d completely invaded, your gaze meeting a strangely familiar one.

You felt your mouth fall open.

He gave a little wave, his expression a mixture of surprise and concern. You thought you must look as overwhelmed as I felt. 

          “Uh, hi.” 

Unfortunately, your mouth worked faster than your brain and instead of the string of apologies he probably deserved, you said: “I swear I’m not a fan.”

He blinked, the ghost of a smile dancing on his lips. “Pardon?”

Shit. You swallowed hard and tried again. “I just–I didn’t want you to think that I, like, followed you into the bathroom like some kind of creep or something because I didn’t.”

He raised an eyebrow.

          “I mean I am a fan,” you backtracked helplessly. “Of your work, I mean. I’m more of an Iron Man girl myself, but you’re great, too. I just–I’m not one of those fans–not that there’s anything wrong with those kinds of fans! Except, maybe there is? Because nobody should be following anybody into the bathroom regardless of whether or not they’re Spider-Man, y’know? Which you obviously are.”

          “Obviously,” he agreed and you chose to overlook the fact that he was very clearly making fun of you. 

You don’t know what you expected, but this wasn’t it. His demeanor was surprisingly calm, all things considered. You wondered if maybe this wasn’t the first time this had happened to him, which seemed like a terrible thing to get used to. 

There was a beat of awkward silence where he watched you, openly amused, as you felt around behind you for the doorknob. After what felt like a small eternity, your hands closed around it and you smiled sheepishly.

          “Anyways, I’m just gonna go and find a different hiding place, preferably one where I don’t make a total ass of myself, and uh leave you to it–” you tried to pry the door open but he cut you off before you could manage to slip out.

          “Wait, who are you hiding from?” he asked.

Your fingers fell away from the handle. “Um, everyone?”

He nodded, gesturing lightly around the room before saying, “Well then, if that’s the case you might as well stay. That way we can hide from everyone together. Strength in numbers and all that.”  

You tried not to smile. “Why are you hiding from everyone?”

He pointed loosely to the party that was raging on outside with a half-empty beer bottle you hadn’t realized he'd been holding. “Oh you know, just doing my best to avoid crazy fangirls who follow me into bathrooms and stuff,” he teased. “They seem always find me, though.”

You flushed. “I never said anything about being crazy.”

He feigned innocence, one hand moving over his heart like some kind of celebrity boy scout. “What makes you think I was talking about you?”

Before you could fire back a response, someone knocked on the door and without missing a beat, the two of you replied, “Occupied!”

When you were sure the coast was clear, you gave him a pointed look. 

          “You know, they’re going to think we’re hooking up in here now.”

He laughed, “I’m sorry to have to break it to you, love, but according to the tabloids I’m actually already having a secret love affair with my co-star.”

You gasped playfully. “Which one?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “All of them, I think.”

It was your turn to laugh. “Scandalous.”

You slid down the door to sit on the tile floor, grateful you’d gone with jeans instead of the leather number your roommate had tried to corral you into. For the first time since making your dramatic entrance you realized that for someone trying to stay under the radar, he wasn’t dressed very inconspicuously in a pair of dark pants and a printed button-up.

Then again, maybe that was the perfect camouflage.

          “I’m Tom,” he said, holding his arm out to you across the too-small space.

You took his hand. “Would it be shitty of me to say ‘I know?’”

          “As long as your fine with being impolite.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s very nice to meet you, Tom.”

          “Much better.”

You hugged your knees closer to your chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible. It was evident this wasn’t a bathroom meant to be shared by two people at the same time, the ends of your shoes brushing his with every small movement despite sitting on opposite ends. 

You should have felt cramped and uncomfortable, but instead, you felt strangely at ease.

Which is how you found yourself falling into easy conversation. He was in town for business, just a few weeks of press before heading back home for the holidays. You told him about how you’d negotiated Christmas but sacrificed New Years at work. He told you most of the time he sacrificed both. You did your best to keep from asking about Hollywood and he was surprisingly good-natured about it when you inevitably failed. He asked you about college and the party and your roommate who still wasn’t answering your texts.

          “So tell me,” you started and he leaned forward. At some point during the conversation, he’d slid down from the bathtub’s edge to the floor, his knees now slotted in between yours. You tried to keep the intimacy of it all from distracting you. “How did you end up here? I didn’t peg you as a party crasher.”

He almost looked offended. “I’ll have you know I was invited,” he said.

You narrowed your eyes skeptically. “Really?”

          “Not exactly,” he conceded. “But my mate Harrison has been kind of seeing one of the girls who lives here–or I guess lived here.”

Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline. “Your friend is dating Kelly from Psych?”

His lips twitched. “Well, I know her as Kelly from Tinder.”

          “Huh,” you said, in a voice right above a whisper. “Small world.”

          “Isn’t it?” he said, his stare latched to yours. “Out of all the girls in New York, Haz swiped right on Kelly and out of all bathrooms in this flat, we both chose this exact one.”

You felt a twinge in your chest but you pushed it down. “Not to take away from this otherwise great moment, but I do think this might be the only bathroom in this apartment.”

He scoffed. “Semantics, love.”

          “Are you saying that us being friends is some kind of destiny?” you countered, narrowing your eyes at him lightly.

The word ‘friends’ hung between you so tangibly you felt like you could pluck it out of the air. You don’t know why you said it, it had just slipped out, but now that it had, there was no taking it back. What else were you supposed to say? This wasn’t exactly a conventional situation.

Besides, it was pretty bold of you to assume that sitting in a bathroom for an hour with someone even constituted a friendship, much less anything more. But something told you it wasn’t supposed to end here and friends felt like a good place to start.

          “I guess I am.”

You straightened up and squared your shoulders, holding your now-empty beer bottle out to him, almost as a challenge.

          “Friends?”

He touched his equally empty bottle to yours, eyes bright. “Friends.”

For a moment you both just stared at each other, the air loaded with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. When you couldn’t stand it anymore, you peaked at your phone screen to check the time.

          “So friend,” you said and he grinned. “Want to get out of here? I know a great ice cream place.”

He pretended to ponder it. “You know friend, I think I might.”

And you did. 

It wasn’t until much later, long after saying good-bye at your subway stop after turning down his offer of paying for a car—“My subway card works just fine thank you very much.” “Right, but does it have leather interiors and seat warmers?”—and after making loose plans to meet again tomorrow for lunch that you finally heard from your roommate. 

It was well past midnight but dessert had put you behind on work and you had spreadsheets to finalize before bed, which is why noticed when your phone lit up with two messages from an unknown number.

Remember no chains tomorrow. You promised the real New York experience!

This is Tom btw

Before you could answer another message came in, this time from your roommate.

did you really leave kelly’s party with tom fucking holland ????

You bit back a smile. 

Tinkerbell || Tom Holland

Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: this is my first imagine and english isn't my first language, so please if someone read this, be nice.

Sitting on the couch, under the blankets with him by my side watching Peter Pan I realized how stupid I was.

Feeling frustrated with myself I threw the spoon in the ice cream tub with more force than I intended to. Tom looked at me, brown eyes wide open as I scolded at myself.

"Everything okay?" he asked, curiosity leaking out of his expression.

I nodded turning once again to the TV. He shrugged it off, quickly turning his attention to a new text on his phone, a smile creeping on the corner of his lips.

I was freaking Tinkerbell.

I huffed, grabbing my spoon again and feeling my mouth with more chocolate ice cream than I could take. I needed my brain to freeze and die.

"What?" he said exasperated, knowing I had something to say but was holding it up.

I pointed my hand at the TV, an annoyed expression on my face as the blonde fairy basically died alone.

"Tinkerbell has always been there for Peter" I explained hoping he would magically understand what I was trying to say. However, he just kept giving me a confused look "And Peter? He chose Wendy!"

His chocolate eyes warily looked at me, and for one second I thought he would come to realization and my suffering would be over, but he chuckled, shaking his head in the process.

"You are incredible" he smiled softly.

"Yeah, I know" I shrugged smiling back, but then again his attention was already on the phone.

Pineapple on pizza || Tom Holland

Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: They just can't get along.

As I adjusted the lights I notice the twins entering the room, Sam looking at his phone and Harry tying a weird pink bandana on his head.

The Holland twins and I have met in a pub, being a friend of a friend who introduced us. Honestly, they were just trying to take us out of their way so they could make out in peace. But knowing our passion for photography we got along pretty well. Well, mine and Harry's passion, Sam kinda came in the same package, it wasn't really his favorite thing ever, but he came along. And talking about the package...

"I didn't know you would be here," the oldest brother said at the moment he entered the room.

"Oh no, it's here" I muttered.

Tom Holland was also in the package. Look, I have nothing against the guy... Ok, maybe I do, but when I met him some months ago I honestly thought he was really nice. So don't get caught by the nice boyish look or the cute brown eyes, turns out Thomas Holland is as annoying as a child on a plane.

"Shouldn't you be shooting some indie movie or something?" I asked without taking my eyes of what I was doing.

"Do you mean Spider-Man?" he smirked. I could hear his steps getting closer.

"Yeah, whatever"

"Tom will be our model" Sam explained.

"What about Jackson?" I asked confused. Jackson was a really handsome waiter who worked on a coffee shop nearby, I personally invited him for the photoshoot with Harry and was hoping he would stick to his promise.

"Oh, she is sad because her little crush isn't coming" Tom pouted looking at me with fake sympathy.

"Shut up"

"C'mon, do you really like him?" Tom stopped behind me, his hands hovering my hips as his mouth grew closer to my ear. I could feel the smug smirk on his lips when he whispered, his breath against my skin, making me shiver and hold my breath "He's quite dumb"

"I would like to have my space back. Thanks" I rolled my eyes and elbowed his unfortunately toned stomach making him take some steps back.

"Harry, your savage friend is trying to hurt me" Tom pouted once again holding his stomach like he had just been shot.

"Harry, your idiotic brother is trying to seduce me" I also complained scolding at Tom.

"Oh, you wish" he smirked.

"Would you two please stop and just coexist? Is this too hard for you?"

"Yes!" we said at the same time, which made the both of us grimace at each other.

Not wanting to be in the same term as Tom I proceeded to explain: "We're like pineapple on pizza. Unacceptable."

"But pineapple totally belongs on pizza" Tom frowned.

"Of course you like it" I gave him a glare "You are disgusting."

PETER MY BABY I MISS YOUU

A Film By Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter gets back into making little videos once the two of you start hanging out

warning: extreme 2017 homecoming era nostalgia

Masterlist

Of course he went for Liz.

Liz was the ingénue. She was perfect in every possible way. Perfect grades, perfect face, and the perfect boy pining after her. You’d been crushing on Peter since the third grade but with Liz around, he never noticed you.

But Liz was gone now. She had moved to Oregon following her dad’s arrest and taken Peter’s feelings for her with her. Now that she was gone, you decided it was time to stop pining after Peter from afar and start pining from up close. And so, when you walked into the cafeteria that day, you didn’t sit at the end of the table like you usually did.

“Oh, hey.” Peter smiled in surprise when you sat down next to him. Smiling was good. Smiling meant he wasn’t creeped out by you sitting so close. You gulped before giving him best smile back.

“Hi.”

“What are you doing here?” Ned asked, making Peter give him a look. You immediately regretted your decision and wished you’d just stayed in your usual spot.

“What do you mean? She always sits with us.” Peter pointed out.

“No, she always sits down there. She’s never actually sat with us before.” Ned replied and gestured to the end of the lunch table.

“Yes, but I’m sitting here today because I needed Peters help with the chemistry homework.” You said and put your chemistry notebook on the table. You knew you couldn’t just randomly sit with them without a reason, so you came prepared.

“Oh, for Mr. Eddie’s class? It’s easy. I’ll show you my notes.” Peter’s offered with a smile. You returned the smile as he pulled out his own notebook. It was a win/win for you since you actually needed help with the homework and it would start a conversation with Peter. While he was explaining the problem to you, you never once looked down at the notebook. You were too focused on the curve of Peter’s suspiciously long eyelashes, the longest you’d ever seen on a boy. Ned noticed the way you were staring his his best friend and frowned a little.

“Does that make sense?” Peter’s asked when he was done explaining.

“Yeah, it does. Wow, thanks Peter. It sounds so easy the way you explain it. I wish this stuff came as naturally to me as it does for you. You’re so smart.” You said as if you had listened to a single word he had said.

“That’s nice of you to say but I’m really not that smart. I just like chemistry.” He replied as he blushed from the compliment.

“Oh, come on. You’re the smartest guy I know. You’re the only one that answers questions in that class. And you always get them right. When Mr. Eddie asks if anyone has any questions, I don’t raise my hand because I don’t even know what I’m confused about yet.”

“That’s I feel in English. I can barely make it through the first line in a poem and you’re already going back and forth with Ms. Teague about Pindaric odes or whatever they’re called.”

“You listen to when I talk in English?” You asked with a soft smile.

“Of course I do.” Peter shrugged. “I always find the reading boring until you raise your hand and talk about how you interpreted it. You make it interesting.”

“I liked that book we read when the kids ate the other kids.” Ned said and interrupted the moment. Your smile dropped as you and Peter looked at him with disgust.

“The one with the flies-“

“We know.” Peter cut him off.

“Anyways, thank you for helping me with the homework. I’ve been stuck on it all week.” You said to Peter.

“Ugh. That’s been me with my paper for Mrs. Teagues class. And it’s due tomorrow.” Peter groaned.

“Oh, the analysis essay? I could help you with that.” You offered.

“Really? You’d help me?” Peter smiled in surprise.

“Yeah. I already wrote mine. It would be no problem.”

Ned was watching this back and forth conversation for a while until it clicked it in head. He gasped and slapped the table, making you and Peter look at him.

“Oh my God.” Ned said. “That’s why you’re sitting here. You have a-“

“Can I talk to you for a second, Ned?” You quickly cut him off when you realized where that sentence was going. Before Ned could even answer, you grabbed his arm and pulled him outside the cafeteria to talk in private.

“You like Peter!” Ned whispered harshly. You clamped your hand over his mouth and pushed him up against the wall.

“You need to keep your mouth shut.” You hissed. “Yes, I like Peter, okay? I’ve had a crush on Peter since middle school. He never noticed me when Liz was around but now that she’s in Oregon, I might finally have my chance. I don’t want to scare him off so just keep your mouth shut and let me handle this.”

You took your hand off Ned’s mouth and he started to gasp for air.

“Oh, please. Your nose wasn’t covered. You could breathe just fine.” You said with a roll of your eyes. Ned stopped pretended and straightened up.

“So you actually like Peter? For his personality?”

“Yes. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Kinda, yeah.” Ned admitted.

“I like everything about him. And I’m gonna tell him that. Just please, don’t say anything before I do. I’ll tell him when I’m ready.”

“Are you going to cast a love spell on him using a lock of his hair?” Ned whispered to you.

“What? No. Why would you even ask me that?”

“Because you’re a witch.” Ned said like it was obvious.

“I’m not a witch.” You groaned. “I just accidentally cackled that one time but it was only because I had phlegm in my throat.”

“Then about that time on the bus?”

“We’ve been over this. It was just a coincidence that that biker fell off his bike after I gestured with my hand. I didn’t move him with my mind.”

“And that one time in physics?” Ned narrowed his eyes.

“I still don’t know how that guys shirt caught on fire.” You shrugged. “It’s a mystery to me.”

“It caught on fire after he made fun of you for being a witch.” Ned pointed out.

“Maybe he was just standing too close to the flame.” You shrugged.

“He was standing in the doorway. There was no flame.” Ned reminded you.

“The magic of science.” You shrugged again.

“But what about that time-“

“Don’t bring up the nosebleed.” You whined.

“I am gonna bring up the nosebleed.” Ned hissed. “In sixth grade, our Spanish teacher got a nosebleed right after he told you to stop staring out the window and made everyone laugh at you. How do you explain that?”

“You’ve made your point, okay? Now are you gonna tell Peter or not?”

“Look, I’m not gonna expose your gross secret feelings, as gross and secret as they may be.” Ned sighed. “But Peter is still my best friend so I have to look out for him. I don’t want any spells cast on him.”

“That’s fine. There will not be any spells.” You held your your hands in defense. Just then, Flash walked by and laughed when he saw the two of you talking.

“Woah. What is this, the friendless loser convention?” Flash snorted.

“Shut up.” You snapped. Flash immediately tripped over his feet and fell to the ground, making Ned look at you with wide eyes.

“Witch!” He whispered harshly as he pointed a finger at you.

“Shut up. Let’s go back inside.” You rolled your eyes and pulled Ned back into the cafeteria.

Later that day, you met up with Peter in the library to go over your assignments. You started with his English essay and finished that within an hour before moving on to your chemistry homework.

“You can plug the numbers into your formula now using the method I taught you. And then you just solve for x.” Peter explained as you worked out a problem together.

“Hm. You make it sound so simple.” You sighed and leaned on your hand. Peter saw the way you were staring at him in his peripheral vision and felt his face heat up.

“It’s, uh, it’s pretty easy once you get the hang of it. I never liked the way Mr. Eddie taught it. I figured this out myself and it’s worked much better for me.”

“Thanks for helping me. You’re a good teacher.” You said and put your hand on his arm. Peter laughed shyly at the contact and cleared his throat.

“Thanks. And so are you. That was the best essay I’ve ever produced. I honestly worry she won’t believe I wrote it.”

“Well if she says anything, I can vouch for you. You put in good work on this essay. You deserve the credit.” You assured him, making Peter blush all over again. It occurred to Peter that he never realized how pretty you were. You’d been classmates since 3rd grade so he always looked at you as just another girl in his class. Now that you had his full attention, he didn’t feel like looking away.

“Thanks. I appreciate you helping me write it. I know it can be frustrating to work with me because of my dyslexia.”

“It’s no problem. And it wasn’t frustrating at all.” You shrugged. Peter smiled at felt better about how long it took him to write the essay.

“Thanks.” He said. You had successfully gotten him to spend time with you one on one but now you needed to commence the next phase in your plan which was to hang out in a non school related setting.

“Would you ever want to hang out socially?” You blurted.

“Like, and not do homework?” He asked. You nodded your head and he smiled before nodding as well.

“Yeah. Sure. I’d love to.”

“Cool. Me too.” You smiled. You hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that but it worked nonetheless.

“Does this weekend work?” He asked you.

“Yeah. What do you want to do?”

Hard cut to that weekend. You were on the subway with Peter and he had his phone out to record himself.

“Firts social hang out with a girl. A film by Peter Parker.” He said in a low voice before flipping the camera to face you.

“Staring me.” You smiled and waved to the camera.

“Are you sure you’re cool with me filming this?” Peter asked as he flipped the camera back to himself.

“Yeah, of course. The other ones you showed me were so cute. But why did it seem like there were so many missing parts? You were always talking about something cool that I didn’t get to see.”

“Uhhh, no reason.” Peter said and looked to the side. He had skillfully edited out any incriminating superhero activity that you were not ready to see yet.

“Well I like it. I feel like I’m on Modern Family.” You said and posed for the camera.

“Which family member would you be?” Peter laughed and zoomed in on you. With his phone blocking his face, he could shamelessly admire your face on his screen.

“Duh. Lily.”

“I can so see that.” He chuckled. The subway lurched suddenly and you both grabbed onto the pole, coincidentally putting your hands in top of each others.

“Oh, sorry. Our hands touched.” You laughed shyly.

“Oh my God. So romantic.” Peter joked, making you blush and look into his camera.

“Stop it.” You laughed and covered his phone with your hand. He laughed as well and put his phone away.

After learn you had never been, Peter decided to the Lego Store. He’d been hyping it up to you all week over text and now that it was finally happening, he hoped it impressed you. You walked in together and Peter heard you gasp.

“Big Lego Aladdin.” You gasped and ran to stand under the giant magic carpet and Aladdin made of Legos.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard that string of words come out of someone’s mouth.” Peter laughed and went to stand under it with you. You looked over at him and were surprised to see he was already looking at you.

“This is even better than you described it. You need to show me everything.” You said and excitedly shook his arm.

“I can do that.” He blushed and nodded his head towards some of the sets.

Peter took out his phone to film you as you looked at everything in the store. The way you were looking around like a little kid brought a smile to Peter’s face. He zoomed in on you and caught himself staring at you fondly through the camera.

“Come on. I haven’t even showed you the coolest part yet.” Peter said and brought you over to the build your figure own station. He laughed when you gasped again and started to excitedly rummage through all the pieces. Peter didn’t bring his phone out again until you had built each other.

“Show me what you made.” He laughed from the other side of the phone.

“Looks! It’s a little Peter. He has a backpack and a beaker.” You said as you proudly showed the camera the little Peter figure you had made.

“This is Y/n. I can’t believe I found the shoes you always wear.” He said as he filmed the figure he had made of you.

“You notice my shoes?” You asked with a smile. Peter didn’t catch it because he was too busy fitting the hands of your Lego figures together.

“Look. They’re holding hands.” Peter gasped.

“Aw.” You laughed. “Us on the subway.”

“We should give them some privacy. They might not want us to hard launch their relationship.” Peter said and put his phone away.

“You’re so cute.” You laughed without thinking about it. Peter looked up at you with rosy cheeks and you gulped when you realized what you said.

“I mean-“

“Come on. I wanna take you somewhere else.” He cut you off before you could explain. He brought you to Delmar’s and ordered his usual for you to split. You sat together inside and you tried your best to remain calm. You always wondered what Peter got up to when he wasn’t at school and now you were in one of his favorite places and eating with him.

“Okay, this is Y/n’s first time eating at Delmars since he reopened. Let’s get her reaction.” Peter said as he filmed you unwrapping the sandwich.

“Wait, why is it so flat?” You laughed and held the sandwich up.

“Oh, sorry.” He chuckled. “I forgot to warn you that he always squishes it for me. But you’ll like it. Trust me. It’s much better when it’s squished down real flat.”

“Well I’m glad I now know you like your sandwiches to be squished. I would not have expected that about you.” You said and took a bite of your half before giving him a thumbs up.

“Yeah? You like it?” He asked hopefully.

“I do. Your squishy sandwich was surprisingly good.” You admitted.

“Well, I’m very pleased to hear that.” Peter smiled and phone away. “So to make it even, you have to show me one of your favorite places next time we hang out.”

“Oh.” You smiled coyly. “I didn’t realize there would be a next time.”

“There better be. I had a lot of fun with you today. How come we’ve never hung out before?”

“I don’t know. I always wanted to but you were busy running around with Ned or staring at…” You trailed off and chose not to mention Liz in case he was still hung up on her.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m just glad we’re friends now.” You said instead.

“Me too. I’ve never had a girl friend.”

“What was that?” You said and started choking on your saliva.

“All my friends in my life were guys. It’ll be nice to have a female influence in my life.”

“Oh. Girl friend.” You smiled tightly.

You hung out another hour before taking the subway back to your respective apartments. Peter walked to you the front doors of you building and you had an awkward moment where you didn’t know if you should hug or not.

“We uh, we should probably get an ending for your film.” You said with a timid smile.

“Oh, right. Thats a great idea.” Peter smiled and pulled out his phone. He pressed record and you waved to the camera with both hands.

“So, can you give our first time hanging out a rating?” He asked you.

“9/10.” You grinned and held up two thumbs.

“What? Why’d I only get a 9?” Peter scoffed and pretended to be offended.

“I had a 10/10 time but I have to deduct a point because we saw that guy cutting his hair on the subway and I was scared he was gonna throw the scissors at us.”

“Well I would’ve just protected you with my lightning fast reflexes.” Peter said simply. You smiled at him through the phone and he smiled back. He put the camera down and looked at you with a content smile on his face.

“Seriously, though. When’s the next time we’re hanging out?”

It ended up being just a few days later. And then again a few days after that.

“Peter’s first time!” You cheered as you filmed him during one of your hang outs.

“Trying boba.” He clarified. “I don’t understand this drink. Do I eat the balls?”

“Yes. Sip it slowly so they don’t all go down your throat.” You instructed. Peter took a big sip and immediately started choking.

“Peter! I said slowly!” You said as you slapped his back until he stopped choking. You quickly put the camera down to help him recover.

Your hangouts started getting more and more frequent and Peter soon considered you a best friend. Your weekends became each others and school days were often spent together in the library or at one of your apartments. You were quickly moving up the ranks in Peter’s life, just as you hoped. And the closer you got, the more Peter could not believe he had never noticed you before.

Little did you know, Peter often found himself watching the footage he had taken of you during your hang outs with a big smile on his face. He’d rewatch the videos he had taken and realize that they were slowly becoming less of a documentary and more of a highlight reel for you. He never imagined a girl as cool as you would for him so when he realized he was starting to fall for you, he quickly repressed his feelings. Little did he know, the feelings were mutual.

“Did you always make these little videos?” You asked Peter one day as he filmed you trying to balance on the curb of the sidewalk.

“I used too make them all the time but I hadn’t for awhile. I only started them again when we started hanging out.”

“Really? Why?” You wondered and stumbled off the curb.

“I don’t know. You remind me of the time before my life got crazy. It made me want to do these again.” He shrugged. You couldn’t help but smile at that information and turned around to look at him.

“So I could be the star?” You asked and posed for the camera.

“Exactly. You’re my muse.” He played along, making you laughed shyly. When he watched the video back later that night, he knew he had meant every word of that.

Peter sat in his bedroom one day and filmed himself wearing your glasses while you did homework at his desk. He looked over you every now and then just to admire the back of your head.

“Don’t break those.” You called without looking up. All you needed to hear was the sound of your glasses case opening to know what he was doing.

“I’m not even wearing your glasses.” He lied and admired himself in the camera.

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not. But yes, I am.”

“Knew it.” You snorted.

“Hey, how come girls always smell so good?” Peter wondered. “Your hair hit me in the face when you turned too fast before it smelled like a baby in a damn meadow.”

“It’s just my womanly essence. Now can you stop looking at yourself long enough to help me with my chemistry homework?”

“It’ll be hard but I can try.” Peter dramatically sighed and set his phone down. You got yo from the desk and went over to the bed with a cheeky smile on your face.

“Incoming.” You announced and patted your elbow twice like a wrestler.

“No, don’t.” He pleaded. You ignored his pleas and jumped on top of him. He groaned and pushed you off, leaving you laying in the bed beside him.

“Ow. My ribs.”

“You’ll heal.” You rolled your eyes. “Now can you help me with number 7?”

“Oh, yeah. No problem. Can you check this email before I send it?” He asked and handed over his laptop. You handed him your worksheet before reading over his email draft.

“Oh, honey.” You grimaced just a few words into the email.

“Is it bad?”

“Good evening, Mrs. Howard. I hope this email finds you well. I’m so sorry for bothering you. I was just wondering if I could possibly have an extension on my midterm paper? No worries at all if an extension is not possible. I apologize for any inconvenience this email may have caused. Thank you for reading, Peter Parker.” You read out loud.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“After your name, you included the name of the class, the time you have it, and a description of yourself. She knows who you are!” You laughed and turned the laptop around to show him his mistakes.

“She may have forgotten.” He pointed out. “I can’t take any chances.”

“Peter, this email is way too submissive. You sound like such a bottom.”

“Well excuse me, genius.” He said sarcastically. “How would you write it?”

“Here.” You said and handed the laptop back after retyping his email.

“Oh, wow. That’s actually really good.” He said once he read your updated version.

“This is why we are such good friends. You have all the math and science knowledge in this little, beautiful head of yours-“

“Little?” He interrupted.

“You’re right. Sorry, I was just being nice. What I meant to say is that your head is huge.” You corrected. “Anyways, you have the math brain and I have the literary brain. It’s like you’re Einstein and I’m Victor Hugo.”

“Who the hell is that?” He laughed as he peaked at your mirror to see if his head was actually huge.

“The guy who wrote Les Mis.” You said like it was obvious.

“Never heard of it.”

“What? You’ve never seen Les Misérables?” You asked in a thick French accent.

“Huh?”

“We have to watch it. It’s so good.” You said and snatched his laptop back. You pulled up the movie and handed it back to him.

“Oh my God. It’s two hours and 38 minutes long? And a musical? Hell no.” Peter shook his head and pushed the laptop away.

“But it’s so good.” You urged. “We can just leave it on in the background while we work. It’s super light and easy to watch.”

“Really? What’s it about?”

“Oh, you know. Just war torn France.” You mumbled.

“No. Absolutely not.”

“But you’ll like it! There’s prostitution and con men and um…oh! And orphans! You can watch it and feel represented.” You said and shook his arm.

“I hate you.” He laughed but nearly gave in to your request just to see you happy.

“Fine.” You huffed. “I finished editing your midterm paper, by the way. You don’t actually have to send that email.”

“And here is your completed chemistry homework.” Peter smiled and handed your worksheet back.

“Aw.” You gushed. “Look at us. I love cheating with you.”

“So do I. We make a great pairing.” He chuckled as he looked over at you. You looked back at him and gulped. You hadn’t realized how close you were with your arms and legs pressed against each other as you sat together in your bed. Peter knew his sheets would smell like your perfume that night and smiled at the thought.

“Now that we’re all done with our work, you know what we should do?” He asked as he moved in closer.

“W-what should we do?” You stuttered now that he was right there.

“You know what I’ve been dying to do with you for a long, long time?” He asked.

“No. I mean, I don’t know. What?” You laughed nervously. Peter moved in even closer and right when you thought he was gonna kiss you, he reached over and grabbed his laptop back.

“I wanted to show you a real musical. Not this French miserable bull crap. Have you ever seen a little movie called Hair-“

“No. I’m not watching Hairspray with you again. You scream-sang every lyric last time and I couldn’t even hear it.” You cut him off and reached over home to take the laptop back. He pulled it away at the last second and you ended up on top of him. You looked into each others eyes and both froze in the positions you were in. Your faces were almost touching but neither of you tried to pull away. Your eyes were going back and forth between his lips and eyes and he was doing the same. Like magnets, you two started to lean towards each other but before your lips could connect, May opened the door.

“What did you guys want- oh! Sorry! I didn’t realize I would be interrupting something. My bad.” May smiled sheepishly and pretended to cover her eyes. Peter burned bright red as you quickly climbed off of him.

“May.” He said warningly.

“Sorry. But maybe lock the door next time. And use protection.”She whispered the last part before shutting the door.

“May!” He groaned and threw a pillow at the door. There was a long, awkward silence before you were even able to look at each other. When you finally did, you smiled awkwardly and kept your distance.

“That was so weird. What did she think we were doing?” You laughed nervously to break the silence.

“Psh. I know.” Peter scoffed. “She said she was interrupting but we weren’t even doing anything.”

“Yeah. What did she think? That we were gonna kiss or something?” You asked and laughed like it was the most ridiculous thing you could ever suggest.

“Us? Kissing? How silly. Imagine that.” Peter forced a laugh as well and looked to the side. The awkward silence returned and you struggled to look at each other.

“Do you think she made dinner?” Peter asked after a beat of silence.

“Let’s check.” You said and quickly got off the bed.

You didn’t discuss the almost kiss and went home shortly after. You couldn’t sleep that night because you couldn’t stop replaying the moment in your mind. No matter how much you wanted him to like you back, if Peter reciprocated your feelings, he would have kissed you.

Your pity party didn’t last long because on the subway the next day, you felt Peter put his earbud in your ear. You heard the Les Mis soundtrack playing in your ear and looked up in surprise. Peter was already filming you with a huge smile on his face.

“This guy 24601 should stop stealing bread and stick to singing. He has serious pipes.” Peter said.

“You listened to it?” You melted into a smile and held your hand over your heart.

“Yep. I stayed up all night watching lyric videos because I couldn’t understand what they were saying with their accents. It’s actually really good. I love Eponine. I just wish Marious wasn’t such an idiot. How does he not see that his best friend is clearly in love with him?” Peter asked with exasperation. You looked directly at the camera and hoped it picked up the irony before looking at Peter again.

“He’s not an idiot. He’s a romantic.” You sighed. “He doesn’t notice Eponine because he’s in love with Cosette. And course he is. She’s prettier and richer and has perfect hair. He doesn’t even see Eponine.”

“Good hair isn’t everything. Eponine is way better than Cosette.” Peter scoffed. “I’m team Eponine all the way.”

“Are you really?” You asked hopefully.

“Oh, for sure. I see why you like this stuff. These songs are awesome.” Peter said and put the other earbud in his ear. He then flipped the camera around to film the two of you sharing earbuds. As Heart Full Of Love played in your ears, you couldn’t help but longingly staring at Peter. The fact that he had stayed up late just to listen to something you suggested made you overcome with fondness for him. If he had done something like that, maybe he actually did feel the same.

“I forgot how good this album is. I haven’t listened in a while. I used to listen to it all the time back when you…” You stopped short when you realized you were about to say too much.

“When I what?” Peter wondered. You looked him in the eyes and decided that it was time to be honest. The song ended and a new, much louder one began to play in your ears.

“Back when you liked Liz. She was Cosette. I was Eponine. I was the one pining after a guy who never noticed me because he was in love with another girl. You were never mine to lose.” You admitted. Peter stared at you for a minute before pulling his earbud out.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear a word you just said. Master of the House is such a banger. What did you say?” He asked you.

“Never mind.” You smiled. “It wasn’t important.”

He smiled back before getting a text on his phone. You looked at his phone when you heard it buzz and realized he was still recording. In other words, he had just recorded you saying you liked him. Your eyes went wide but you only had a second to panic when you read the text he had gotten.

“Did Liz just text you?” You asked in a quiet voice. You felt like you were about to throw up. Years of crushing on a boy who liked another girl turned into months of pinning for your best friend and now turned into a rock in your stomach. Peter stopped recording the two of you to answer her text, which felt a little like a slap in the face.

“Oh, yeah. We’ve been talking lately.” He absentmindedly replied to you as he laughed at whatever she had written.

“You have?” You asked with a dry mouth.

“Yeah. She says Oregon is pretty cool. But she wants to come back and visit this summer to see everyone.” He told you.

“And see you?” You asked with a sad smile.

“I guess so.” He shrugged. “It would be nice to see her.”

“Yeah. Totally.” You said weakly. “So how long have you guys been talking?”

“I don’t know. A few weeks? She texted me a little while ago and we’ve been catching up.”

“That’s awesome.” You lied.

“I know. I didn’t think I’d ever hear from her again after she moved.”

“Neither did I.” You said through a forced smile. You needed to get off the subway and away from Peter before you started crying. So as soon as the subway doors opened, you bolted out.

“I gotta go. See you later.” You called to him before running through the subway station. You wiped tears as you went up the stairs and didn’t stop moving until you were in a bathroom stall at school. You gave yourself five minutes to be upset before drying your face and leaving the bathroom. It sucked, but it could have been worse. Now, Peter never had to know how you felt about it.

Peter was beyond confused by your exit on the subway but he wasn’t about to get any answers from you. You dodged his texts throughout the day and didn’t dare go into the lunchroom where you knew he and Ned would be.

“Y/n isn’t here yet?” Peter’s huffed as he sat down at your usual lunch table.

“Not yet. Actually, I haven’t seen your girlfriend all day.” Ned realized.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Peter blushed. “And I’m pretty sure she’s avoiding me. She’s been so weird ever since this morning. Everything was fine on the subway until we got to school.”

“Well did anything happen on the subway that would weird her out? Oh no. Did you graze her boob with your hand again?”

“No. That was one time. And it was her boobs fault, not mine.” Peter whispered harshly. “We were just listening to music together and I was filming her like normal. But she could not get away from me faster once the doors opened. It was so weird.”

“Did you say anything weird to her? Girls don’t like it when you say weird things to them.”

“I know that. I didn’t say anything weird.” Peter replied as he pulled out his phone. He watched the video he had taken on the subway with no sound to see where he had gone wrong. All he saw was you looking at him with heart eyes which made his face heat up. But still, no evidence of where he messed up.

“I knew it. We were having a normal conversation about Les Mis and then I got a text from and then she ran. It makes no sense.”

“What was the text? Was it May saying something weird?”

“No. And stop saying weird. It doesn’t sound like a real word anymore.” Peter ordered. “And the text was just from Liz.”

“Oh shit.” Ned said when he heard this.

“What?” Peter wondered.

“Oh, Peter.” Ned sighed. “Peter, Peter, Peter.”

“What?” He asked again, annoyed now.

“Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter.”

“Are you gonna tell me what happened or just keep saying my name?”

“I can’t tell you. I’m sworn to secrecy. And I don’t want Y/n to put a hex on my family.” Ned said and held up his hands.

“Y/n swore you to secrecy? About what?”

“Can’t say.” Ned shrugged and zipped his lips.

“Does she not like Liz? And doesn’t want me to know?”

“Dude. Dude, dude, dude, dude. You are so close but so far.”

“So she does like Liz? Oh my God. Does she a crush on Liz? And she’s jealous that Liz texted me and not her?” Peter whispered with wide eyes.

“You’re getting colder.” Ned waved his hand. “I don’t even know how you got there.”

“That was all my guesses. Just tell me.” Peter whined.

“Hell no. I don’t want Y/n to curse my crops and make not grow for all of eternity.”

“You don’t have crops.” Peter pointed out.

“I could develop some.” Ned snapped.

“I just don’t understand what she would tell you something but not tell me. We’re best friends. She usually tells me everything.” Peter said right as his thumb accidentally hit the volume button on the video. Your confession to Peter on the subway was heard loud and clear by the two boys. Both of their jaws dropped as the video ended with you asked if Liz had just texted Peter.

“Well I wouldn’t have beaten around the bush like that if I knew you had video evidence of her saying she liked you right in your hands.” Ned sighed dramatically.

“I need to find her.” Peter said and ran out of the lunchroom. He looked around the school until he found you under the bleachers in the gym. You were sitting with your back against the wall and your knees drawn to your chest with your earbuds in your ears. When you saw Peter coming up to you, you quickly pulled them out.

“Hey.” He said and waved cautiously.

“Hey.” You smiled sadly as he sat beside you. You sat in silence for a minute as neither of you knew what to say.

“What’s going on with you? I haven’t seen you all day.” He started off. You looked at your hands to avoid making eye contact and sighed.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’ve been talking to Liz?” You asked quietly.

“I don’t know. I wasn’t hiding it. I just didn’t think it would interest you.”

“Well you have no idea how interesting I found it.” You laughed dryly. “What do you guys talk about anyway?”

“Well, she originally texted me to ask me to confirm I had an internship at Stark Industries because her boyfriend didn’t believe her when she told him she knew a guy who worked there. Apparently he’s been trying to get an internship there for years and he wanted to know how I landed mine. Then we just started catching up. I only talk to her here and there, though. And it’s only ever about school or work.”

“Oh. I thought you guys were talking talking.” You couldn’t help but smile a little when you heard the word “boyfriend.”

“No.” He shook his head. “Just regular talking. When you saw her text on my phone, she was telling me about her cat getting spaded. And I didn’t know what that meant so she had to tell me. I should’ve just googled it.”

You laughed softly at that and he did too. The tension was let out of the conversation and you could finally breathe again. When you stopped laughing, you finally looked in his eyes.

“Do you still have feelings for her?” You asked quietly.

“For her? No.” He laughed. “Those are long gone. I have feelings for someone else now.”

“Oh God. Don’t even tell me. I don’t want to know.” You groaned and buried your face in your hands. Peter looked at you for a minute until an idea came to him.

“Actually, uh, I came looking for you because I was just making another video. Wanna be in it?” Peter asked and took out his phone. You looked at him like he was crazy and could not believe he had just asked that during that moment.

“I’m not really in the mood right now, P.”

“Come on. I can’t make it without my muse.” He said and nudged you slightly. You couldn’t help but to smile at that and reluctantly nodded. He propped up his phone against the bleachers and pressed record.

“In a world where two best friends have no idea how to communicate despite spending way too much time together.” Peter said in a fake deep, gravely voice.

“Okay. Shade. That’s fine.”

“What will it take for them to admit they have feelings for each other?” He kept the voice as he looked at you.

“Wait, what?” You asked and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. Peter smiled softly at you and shrugged a little.

“What’s it gonna take?” He asked again in his normal voice.

“I don’t understand.” You laughed nervously.

“I watched the video from before. From the subway. I heard what you said.” He admitted.

“Oh shit. You watched it?” You grimaced.

“Uh huh. So if you’re Eponine, I guess that makes me the idiot who didn’t realize his best friend was in love with him?”

“I guess so.” You said with a tight smile and still didn’t understand why he wanted to film this incredibly awkward conversation.

“You know, if I didn’t have a video of it, I never would have believed that you liked me.” Peter told you.

“You wouldn’t? Why not?”

“Because it doesn’t seem possible that the coolest girl I’ve ever met liked me.” He replied.

“You think I’m cool?” You asked skeptically.

“I think you’re the coolest. And you know, I watch the videos I take of you all the time. And half of them are just clips of you existing. So I do notice you. It just took me a second to catch up.” He told you. A smile tugged at your lips as you stared into his big brown eyes.

“You’re my best friend.” You told him. “I’m sorry I want more.”

“I’m not sorry.” He shrugged.

“You’re not?”

“I’m just sorry it took me so long to wake up and find that what I’ve been looking for has been here the whole time.” He said as he hooked his pinky under your chin and brought your face close to his.

“Wait, why does that sound so familiar?” You wondered.

“Don’t think about it too hard.” Peter whispered right before your lips touched. You kissed for the first time under the bleachers but it could have been in a palace for all you knew. The world disappeared around you as Peter slipped a hand behind your head to deepen the kiss. When you pulled away, you rested your foreheads together and laughed nervously together. It was a good nervous, a happy feeling of anticipation.

“Was that Taylor Swift?” You realized when you finally placed where you knew that like from.

“Shh. No.” He shook his head. “But yes, it was. You’re not the only one with good music taste.”

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I needed something fluffy, u r th best sweetie 💓

pretending to flinch when Peter does something to see his reaction🤙

I just got carried away. Hope you like this...

Pairing : Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings : fluff

Peter Parker and chocolate cookies are a whole different story. One of the first things you discovered in the initial days of your relationship is his undying love for chocolate chip cookies. Aunt may often used to joke about how the cookies never make it into the cookie jar because he just practically inhales them as soon as she takes them out of the oven.

In the meantime you managed to learn the recipe from May and luckily you had a day off today so you decided to try out the recipe while waiting for Peter to come back from his daily patrolling and surprising him at night. You got busy in the kitchen measuring all the ingredients in the right amounts as May had taught you and mixed them into a perfect consistency. You were so engrossed in your work that you lost track of time and failed to hear Peter coming through the window of your apartment. 

“What are you baking?” Peter’s voice startled you. 

“Oh you scared me!” you gasped, turning around to find your nerdy boyfriend leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen. He had already changed into his flannel shirt and jeans which were in your closet after you insisted him to keep an extra set of clothes in your apartment in case he decides to stay the night.

“Sorry didn't mean to” he apologized sheepishly.

“It’s ok” you smiled glancing at the clock “you're early today” you remarked.

“Yeah, all the bad guys in Queens decided to take a day off today I guess” he chuckles “so what is being made in chef Y/N’s kitchen?” he walks inside and his eyes light up as soon as he sees the cookie dough in the mixing bowl “oh chocolate cookies, my favorite!” he beams with joy like a child and goes to scoop some of the dough but you move the bowl away from him.

“Ah ah hold on tiger you gotta let them bake in the oven first” you tell him sassily.

“But can I have a little taste please?” he gives you his irresistible puppy eyes.

“Nope” you were adamant as you hid the bowl behind you.

“Whyy??” he whines pouting at you.

“You always say one scoop but end up finishing half of the dough so not happening mister” 

“C'mon Y/N just one scoop please” he pleads jutting out his lower lip.

“No means no” you state out firmly.

“Well I think I might be able to turn that to a yes” he says smiling mischievously as his hands reach out to grab your hips and start to tickle you.

“Peter, stop this is cheating! You are not allowed to do this!” you squealed giggling trying your best not to drop the bowl.

“Yes everything is allowed in love and war” he says cheekily continuing to tickle you. 

“Oh god stop I can't breathe...” you say breathlessly as you try to swat away his hands giggling.

“Not unless you let me have a scoop of the cookie dough” he says, catching hold of your right arm firmly.

“Ouch! Peter stop” you yelped in pain and Peter immediately backed off letting go of your arm. Concern overtakes his features as he watches you put down the bowl on the kitchen counter and rub your arm.

“Did-did I hurt you?” his voice comes out shaky as he carefully goes to hold your arm

“Ow!” you flinch in pain as his heart dropped seeing you hurt because of him.

“Does it hurt?” he presses the area lightly with guilt in his eyes.

“Yeah a little” you tell him slowly sitting down on a chair.

“I'm so sorry Y/N this is all my fault. I'm such an idiot that I completely forgot about my superstrength. I should have been more careful. This is completely my fault. I hurt you we should go to doctor right now” he rambles blaming himself.

“It's ok Pete I’m fine it doesn't hurt that much” you reassure him with a soft smile feeling pity on him. 

“No I should have listened to you Y/N. Just tell me what can I do to make it better?” he says, shaking his head with remorse.

“Well we can finish baking the cookies and later on you can cuddle me to sleep. How does that sound?” you proposed.

“Anything for you babe. You just sit here and relax. I’ll do the rest of the work ok?” you nodded affirmatively and watched him get busy into baking the cookies batch by batch. The thought of having such a caring and loving boyfriend made you feel happy from inside but you also felt terrible seeing his saddened face cause he thinks he hurt you but in reality you were just pretending to be hurt to stop him and now you don’t know how to disclose that little secret to him. 

The timer went off indicating the last batch of cookies were done breaking you out of your thoughts. You jumped out of your seat and took out the tray from the oven. The scent of vanilla and chocolate invading your senses as you pulled out your mittens and picked up a piece from the tray.

“Mmmm tastes heavenly” you moaned, taking a bite of the freshly baked cookies it didn’t take much time for Peter to notice that you were working normally with your right arm.

“Hey you said your arm was hurting right?” he looks at you skeptically.

“What arm?” you say whilst chewing.

“Just an hour ago you were crying out in pain” he reminds you.

“Oh I was just pretending” you shrug nonchalantly.

“What?! You were acting the whole time?” he gasped in disbelief “that is so cheap of you” 

“You only said everything is fair in love and war and I had to save my cookies from the cookie monster” you retorted.

“You minx! You tricked me. I was so worried sick. You don’t know how terrible I felt for hurting you” he huffs knitting his eyebrows in a frown.

“Okay I’m sorry I won’t do that again” you say cupping his face with your hands “and how many times do I need to tell you Peter Benjamin Parker that you can never hurt me? Even if an evil symbiote possesses you, you will never hurt anyone willingly” you pressed a soft kiss on his lips as he finally gave you a smile “and stop underestimating me. I'm not that fragile ok?” you added making him laugh.

“We will see when you can take these from me” he says with a smug grin as he grabs the whole cookie tray and runs out of the kitchen.

“Peter, come back!” you ran after him. 

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Forgive me (Fem!Reader) - ❆

Tom didn’t take his relationship with Y / n seriously, and now that she’s broken up with him, he’s more than sorry, and wants to make things right.

A chance (Actress!Reader)

Tom wants Y/n to give him a chance

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In love (Fem!Reader) - ♡

Harry has to put up with Tom and Y / n’s gummy relationship.

Yes, i’m jealous (Actress!Reader) - ♡

Tom is jealous of Y/n, and he doesn’t even try to hide it anymore.

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In love | Tom Holland

Sumarry → Harry has to put up with Tom and Y / n’s gummy relationship.

Pairing → Tom Holland X Reader | Word Count → 327

A/N → This was not originally written with Tom, I had written it with an HP character, but as I had some problems and I had to exclude it, I decided to redo it with Tom.

I know this is short, I’m sorry for that.♡ English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes.

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Harry was watching the scene with disgust and pride at the same time, see, disgust that Y / n and Tom were kissing for ten minutes, and pride that the two finally declared themselves to each other.

“Please guys, stop it, Y / n, Tom is not going to war, let’s go.” Harry says running his hands over his face, causing Tom to part his beloved Y / n’s lips, and look at his brother with a playful smile on his face, while still holding Y / n’s face gently.

“You’re just jealous, brother.” Tom says smiling, and pulling Y / n to his chest, giving him a kiss on the head, making Harry roll his eyes.

“You guys are very touchy with each other, I’m about to throw up rainbows for an hour.” Harry says, and pretends he is throwing up.

Y / n and Tom chuckle, and Tom pulls Y / n for another kiss, making Harry’s eyes go wide.

“Oh no, not at all, no way, come on Tom.” Harry say walking over to the couple in love and pulling Tom away from Y / n.

“I love you baby, we see you at night!” Tom screams, being pulled by Harry

“I love you too, have a nice day!” Y / n says smiling and waving to Tom.

“Have a nice day, my love!” Tom says smiling, almost coming back, but Harry stops him, and continues to pull his brother.

“You guys are ridiculously cute.” Harry says smiling, seeing his brother’s dissatisfied face.

“I already miss her.” Tom says, his eyes full of tears, and Harry hugs him by the shoulders.

“Our brother … you are crazy!” Harr says laughing, and Tom pushes him laughing too.

“I’m not crazy, I’m in love with the most amazing girl.” Tom says with a passionate smile, making his brother pretend he’s been throwing up again.

As much as Harry mocks his brother, he is more than happy that Tom finally has someone to love and be loved.

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Yes, i’m jealous | Tom Holland

Sumarry – Tom is jealous of Y/n, and he doesn’t even try to hide it anymore.

Pairing – Tom Holland X Actress!Reader | Word Count – 662

A/N – I feel like this is really bad, forgive me. ♡ English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Please, no hate for any of the artists mentioned in the story, thank you.

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Tom and Y/n were transitioning live on Instagram, fans were asking a lot for it, and it finally happened.

They were sitting on Tom’s couch, Y/n was holding her cell phone at an angle that shows her and Tom, while Tom was with his head propped up on Y/n’s shoulder, fiddling with his cell phone.

“How long have you guys been dating?” Y/n read a fan’s question.

“Almost a year.” Tom responds by looking at Y/n and laughing passionately.

“Which is very surprising to know that Y/n has put up with Tom for so long.” Harry says from the other couch, whoever was watching the transition couldn’t see him but could hear him.

“It’s true, Harry thought for a long time that Tom had asked me to lie that I was dating him.” Y/n says laughing, and Harry laughs along.

“You were wrong” Tom says throwing a pillow at Harry who catches the pillow laughing.

“Really, she couldn’t put up with that lie for that long.” Harry says, and Y/n laughs even harder.

“Oh my God I love this three so much” A fan typed.

“Tom must suffer a lot with these two haha.” Another spoke.

“Suffers nothing, he’s lucky to have me and Y/n.” Harry says, as he’s been following the broadcast on his cell phone so he can read the comments.

“Oh that’s a good one ‘Y/n if you weren’t dating Tom, who would you be with?’” Harry says, and Tom looks seriously at Y/n’s cell phone.

“Well, I can’t imagine myself with anyone else so…” Y/n says, and gives Tom a kiss on the head, who closes his eyes receiving the affection.

“Well, that’s not what they think.” Harry laughing a lot, this catches Tom’s attention, who gets closer to the cell phone so he can read the comments.

Tom opens his mouth in shock at the comments.

“With Timothee Chalamet for sure”

“Timmyyyy”

“Timothee and Y/n perfect together, and only my opinion matters.”

“Why are they so supportive of you with him?” Tom whimpers, and Harry rolls his eyes at his brother’s drama.

“Don’t you remember Tom? Before you guys dated Timothee and Y/n were one of the most anticipated couples.” Harry says wiggling his eyebrows at Tom.

“I like to think that era didn’t exist.” Tom says crossing his arms.

“Oh there was, and I will always remind you of that.” Harry says laughing.

“Why would you do that?” Tom says in disbelief.

“It’s just some comments Tom, don’t be like that.” Y/n says stroking Tom’s hair.

“No, it’s not just 'Some Comments’ They prefer my girlfriend with someone else.” Tom says whimpering.

“It’s not just 'someone else’, it’s Timothee Chalamet Tom.” Harry says teasing his brother who looks at him in disbelief.

“Which side are you on?” Tom asks Harry.

“You’re not jealous are you Tom?” Y/n says, and kisses her boyfriend on the cheek.

“Yes I am” Tom replies with a frown, making Harry laugh as much as before, and the fans freak out over the whole thing.

“You don’t have to stay Tom, I love you” Y/n says, and Tom looks at Y/n with heart eyes.

“You know I love you more don’t you?” Tom says, and kisses Y/n’s cheek.

“My God Tom, you’re so in love.” Harry says pretending to be vomiting, and Tom sticks his tongue out at him.

“I need a relationship like this so badly.”

“Did that really happen?”

“We can love Timothee and Y/n’s friendship at the same time, love Tom’s relationship with Y/n, it’s okay guys.”

“I still prefer Timothee and Y/n, sorry Tom.” Harrison comments

“God, I need a drink.” Tom says getting up.

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part seven: i don’t know where i stand | tom holland x reader

pairing: childhood!best friend!tom holland x female!reader

summary: it’s summer, and you’ve just moved into a new flat after a bad breakup with your now ex-boyfriend. when a celebratory trip to the nearby pub turns into an awkward meeting with your childhood best friend tom, old feelings you thought were gone gets brought back.

warnings: mentions of alcohol

word count: 5.9k

a/n: i think this is my favourite part so hopefully you’ll all enjoy it too! as always english is not my first language so if you see any spelling/grammar mistakes, no you didn’t 🤪 feel free to send me an ask or a message if you want to be tagged ☺️ happy reading! 💗

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“Wake up sleepyhead. Or you’ll be late”, you felt Tom place a soft kiss in the back of your neck. You let out a groan. Your eyes burned behind your eyelids – they were so heavy it felt almost impossible to open them. Maybe you should find a pair of matchsticks to keep them open, like how they did in cartoons.

“What time is it?”, you croaked. You really didn’t want to get out of bed. You felt so safe and cozy in Tom’s arms. Tom. Did last night really happen? It almost felt too good to be true. Were you sure you hadn’t dreamt it, all?

“7am”, he answered. You let out another groan which earned you a chuckle from Tom. “You’re still not morning person I see”, he said. “No–”, you sighed. “It felt like I blinked and then it was morning. How are you even functioning right now?”, you asked. “I don’t know”, you could hear the big grin on his face.

You felt the bed dip as Tom got out of bed. When you turned around to look at him, as he walked over to his closet, he was naked. You were naked. You hadn’t dreamt it. It did really happen.

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how dare he insult Theodore like that >:(

(ps. i love this <3)

Wicked Game ~ T.H

pairing: frat! Tom Holland x Reader

chapter three: slow and steady

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Tom saw you that Monday for your date, and again on Tuesday for early morning coffee. When you didn’t answer his texts the following Wednesday and Thursday, he called you. You were walking to class when you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket.

“Tom?” You laughed in surprise when you picked up the phone.

“Hi. Is it okay that I’m calling?”

“Yeah, of course. I just wasn’t expecting it. A boy hasn’t called me since like 6th grade. You know, back when that was still a normal thing to do.” You teased him.

“I know. I just wanted to hear your voice. I haven’t heard from you in a few days.” He replied and you could hear his smile through the phone.

“I know. I’m sorry. I had a lot of work to do this week. And I’m terrible at replying.”

“You know what I do when I have a lot of work?”

“What’s that?” You laughed, having a feeling you knew his answer.

“I don’t do it.” He replied, making you laugh even more.

“I don’t think I’ve ever gone to school without my homework done.” You told him as you played with the straps of your backpack.

“I don’t think I’ve ever gone to school with my homework done. Do you know any hot tutors who’d be willing to help me out?” He flirted through the phone.

“I don’t know.” You smiled coyly. “What’s your major again?”

Tom went silent on the other line and you stopped walking.

“Tom? What’s your major?“ You asked again.

“I have no idea.” He admitted. “Sports management I think?”

This time, you were the one who went silent. You slapped a hand over your mouth to try and muffle your laughter.

“Darling? You still there?”

“Sport’s management?” You asked. “What even is that?”

“I don’t know.” He playfully whined. “I just picked it because it had sports in the title.”

“Oh my God.” You laughed. “That’s so bad. That’s even worse than I thought.”

“All right, genius.” He teased. “What’s your major?”

“Biomedical engineering with a minor in women’s, gender and sexuality studies.”

“Wow. I knew like three of those words. Tops.”

“It’s exactly what it sounds like.” You explained. “It’s the combination of biology and engineering. I want to help improve medical equipment to advance healthcare treatment across the world.”

“Wow. I think all I could do with my degree is become a football coach.” Tom replied, making you laugh again. He grinned on the other side of the line, loving the way he could make you laugh.

“Hey, that’s still important.” You told him, making him smile even more.

“You’re so smart.” He sighed. “You’re like the smartest person I ever met.”

“Aw.” You smiled shyly. “Thanks.”

“I wish I was more like you. You have goals and ambitions. You want to help people. All I do is chug beer through my butt.”

“Do you actually do that?” You asked him. “Because you joke about it a lot. I’m starting to get suspicious.”

“I promise I don’t.” He chuckled. “Unless you would date a guy who would. Then I do. All the time. I’m doing in right now in fact.”

“You’re such an idiot.” You laughed, taking notice of the way he implied he wanted to be the kind of guy you’d date.

“Yeah. Hopefully not too much of an idiot to be with a biological-“

“Biomedical.” You corrected with a laugh.

“Right. Biomedical.” He smiled when he heard your laugh. “I hope I I’m not too much of an idiot for a biomedical engineer.”

“I don’t think you are.” You replied. You were outside your class now but you didn’t want to hang up. Tom was working up the courage to ask you to officially be his girlfriend and your last two answers made him feel like you’d say yes. Before he could say anything else, Brad came into his room.

“Dude. Does this look infected to you?” Brad asked as he lifted up his shirt.

“Gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Tom said quickly and threw his phone on the bed.

“Who was that?” Brad asked as he lowered his shirt.

“No one. It was just Y/n.”

“Bro.” Brad laughed in surprise. “Shark Week called you? This chick is like scary obsessed.”

“I know right? Who calls people anymore?” Tom forced a laugh as his eyes darted to the side.

“I feel bad for you, bro. You got the worst deal in this bet. Shark Week sounds horrible to deal with. How do you put up with her?” Brad asked as he leaned against Tom’s wall. Tom gulped and looked down at his phone. He really liked you, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit that.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I guess I just do.”

“Damn.” Brad shook his head. “So about my rash.”

Two weeks later

Since you were always busy during the week, Tom picked up the habit of meeting you after class to walk with you around campus. No matter what day it was or what time your classes got out, Tom was always there to walk with you. You thought he’d get bored of this after the first few days, but he was still there to greet you every day after two weeks.

“Damn. He let you out late today.” Tom said as you walked out of your building. He immediately took the books in your hands and carried them as he always did. His old fashioned chivalry was the last thing you expected from a frat boy, but you appreciated it nonetheless.

“It was my fault.” You told him. “We started talking about covalent bonds and I carried away.”

“Oh. Talking about covalent bonds with your professor, huh? Should I be jealous?” Tom teased as he walked beside you.

“Ew.” You laughed. “My professor is like 70. And he smells like moth balls.”

“Good. Because I can’t have him moving in on my girl.” He said and he shot you a wink. You looked down at the ground and turned your face a little so he wouldn’t see the childlike grin that broke out on your face.

“Oh, I’m your girl?” You raised your eyebrows. “But I’m not even wearing your weird little gray hat.”

“It’s blue today.” He playfully rolled his eyes and pointed to his hat. “Wow. I spent all day getting ready to see you and you don’t even notice my hat. That hurts, darling. That really hurts.”

“Well maybe I was busy looking at what’s beneath your hat.” You shrugged, trying your best to flirt back but you were slightly out of your element. Tom let out a loud gasp and looked around for who might be listening.

“My penis?” He whispered loudly and gave you a disapproving look.

“No!” You laughed and shoved him. “Not that far beneath your hat, dummy.”

“Oh, I see.” Tom nodded. “You were talking about my incredibly handsome face, weren’t you?”

“Actually I was talking about your receding hair line. But face is close enough.” You replied with a sweet smile. Tom’s jaw dropped at your insult and he shoved you back.

“Wow.” He laughed. “You are evil, my darling. You look like a daydream but you are a nightmare. This is the last time I walk you to class.”

“I actually wanted to talk to you about that. As much as I love having you walk me to my classes, and I do, don’t you have any classes you should be attending?”

“I don’t really go to class.” Tom shrugged.

“You don’t? Then what do you do all day?”

“Wait for you.” He said like it was obvious. He was the first guy to treat you this way. You thought boys like him, boys who always knew what to say to make you smile, only existed in the movies. Something about him felt too good to be true, and you worried he was exactly that. Even if that was the case, you decided to enjoy it while it lasted.

“Well I appreciate that. Thanks for walking me to class. And for always carrying my books. I’m kinda a sucker for old fashioned gestures.”

“What do you mean by old fashioned?”

“You know. Like what guys used to do in the olden days. Carry a girls books, bring her flowers, open the door for her, ask her to go steady. Things like that.”

“What exactly does it mean to “go steady” with someone?” Tom chuckled. “I’ve always wondered.”

“It means you’re both agreeing to commit to a serious relationship.” You explained. “You’re in it for the long game. You don’t see other people. You don’t play games. You just have a consistent, steady relationship.”

“Good to know.” He smiled. “And just so you know, I’m totally gonna bring you flowers one day. Because now I know that’s the way to your heart. I’m gonna bring you so many flowers that your room gets infested with bees.”

“I love bees.” You smiled.

“I know you do. You told me that on our first date. You said you loved them ever since you were a kid because you went on a field trip to a bee colony and found out that they made honey. And you loved honey. So by association, you loved bees.”

“I forgot I told you that.” You smiled softly. “You’re a good listener.”

“I’m a terrible listener, darling.” He admitted. “I just really like you.”

Your hands had been bumping against each other’s the entire walk and this time, he slipped his hand into yours. You bit back a smile as you walked in comfortable silence towards your next class. When you got there, you felt more disappointed than usual that your time together was ending.

“This is me.” You sighed and looked at the building.

“This is you?” Tom frowned and looked at the building. “And here I was thinking you were this pretty girl. Turns out you’re an old brick building.”

“I honestly think that was the worst joke I’ve ever heard.” You grimaced and took a step closer to him.

“It made you smile though. I consider that a win.” He smiled as he closed the gap even more.

“I wasn’t smiling. I was cringing.” You teased him and he cupped your face in his hands.

“Yeah? Well you still looked pretty doing it.” He said before connecting your lips in a kiss. You smiled against his lips, still not fully believing that this was your reality. A frat boy was the last kind of guy you ever imagined you’d be interested in, but here you were.

“I get out at 3:20.” You told him once you pulled away. “Do you want to hang out after?”

“Will I get to kiss you some more if I say yes?“ He asked as he played with your fingers.

“You might.”

“Then it’s a date.” He grinned and leaned in to kiss you again.

“Great. So I’ll meet you after class and then we can go to your house.” You suggested, making Tom’s smile fall. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea of bringing you around his frat brothers. Any one of them could slip up and tell you about the bet before Tom got a chance to.

“Do you mind if we go to your dorm instead? The frat house is being fumigated.” Tom lied and felt guilty about doing it.

“Again?” Your eye widened. “But sure. Peyton’s home for the weekend anyway. We’d have the place to ourselves.”

“Woah woah, wait. Peyton’s gone all weekend?” He smirked. “You know pretty girl, I hate to think of you in your dorm all alone. What if one of those giant campus rats come to attack you?”

“I’ll be okay. Maybe it’ll be the kind of rat that can cook.”

“What?” Tom frowned. “What kind is that?”

“What? You haven’t seen Ratatouille?”

Tom shook his head and your eyes winded in surprised.

“We’re watching it. It’s settled.”

“But I thought we were gonna watch Scott Pilgrim vs. The World to see our favorite manic pixie dream girl.” He reminded you.

“We can watch both. Make a night of it.” You suggested, making Tom’s excitement grow.

“Okay. Sounds good to me, darling.” He smiled and took his hat off his head. He placed it on top of your head and you gave him a confused look.

“There. Just in case anymore professors try and steal you from me.” He teased as he fixed the hat.

“Good call.” You laughed. You waved goodbye to him and started walking towards your class, unable to fight the smile on your face.

When Tom met you outside your class later that day, he noticed you were still wearing his hat. He broke out into a grin at the sight of you in it. It wasn’t much, but it meant you were as invested in this thing as he was.

“You’re still wearing my hat!” He smiled as you walked up to him. He ran the rest of the way and scooped you up in a tight hug to greet you.

“Put me down.” You laughed. “You’re like a hyperactive golden retriever sometimes, I swear.”

“That describes me so well.” He said as he put you down. “You’re so smart. What’s your GPA again?”

“4.4.” You smiled shyly. Tom’s eyes widened and he bent over to process that information. He wrapped an arm around you infe he stood back up and started walking towards your dorm.

“Yo, my girl has a 4.4 GPA.” Tom bragged to a stranger you passed on the sidewalk.

“Stop it. It’s not that big of a deal.” You laughed shyly as he continued to tell more people you walked by.

“It’s a huge deal. Oh my God. You’re incredible, darling. My GPA is probably like a 1.8.”

“Because you don’t go to class.” You reminded him. “Or do homework.”

“Because that stuff is boring.” He whined.

“Then why did you come to college?”

“For the parties. Duh.” Tom smirked at you and pulled you closer. “Now come on. I wanna see this rat who can cook.”

You intertwined your fingers with the hand he had around your shoulders and led him to your dorm. Tom had been living in the frat house since he was a freshman, so he hadn’t been inside the dorms before. He looked around as if he was in a museum as you led him through the halls. You were both very aware of the many stares you got as you walked down the hallway. Seeing you with a frat boy was the last thing anyone in your dorm expected.

“So what’s first on the agenda? Rata booyah?” Tom asked as he sat on your bed.

“It’s Ratatouille.” You laughed. “And we can start that now if you want.”

“If I want? That sounds like there are other options.” Tom smirked as you sat beside him.

“Maybe there are.” You shrugged as you avoided eye contact with him. Tom sensed your nerves and gently placed his hand on your knee.

“We don’t have to do anything. We can just put on the movie.” He said in a soft tone. You gave him an appreciative smile and put your hand on top of his. You stared at his face for a moment and decided to seize the moment.

“Yeah. Let’s just put on the movie.” You said as you leaned in to kiss him. Tom was quick to kiss you back as he cupped your face with his hands. The hat he’d put on your head fell to the floor as he laid you down on the bed. You tangled your fingers in his hair as you kissed him, something you’d been wanting to do again since the night of the party. His fingers unbuttoned the buttons of your cardigan and you felt his hand slip underneath your shirt. It was new, but you welcomed it. You slipped your hands under his jersey and scratched down his back, making him groan in your mouth. Tom began to trail kisses down your neck and just as he was about to unbutton your pants, you sat up.

“Wait.” You grabbed his hand and held it back as you struggled to catch your breath. Tom immediately retracted his hands and scooted back to give you some space.

“Sorry. Can we just…” You trailed off, unsure of how to explain yourself. You hugged your cardigan tighter around your body and drew your legs closer to yourself.

“You need to stop apologizing, darling.” Tom said softly as he rubbed your knee.

“I know. I just didn’t want you to be disappointed if you just came here to….you know.”

“I actually came here because I was promised to see a rat who can cook?” Tom said as he scratched the back of his head. “I’m not really sure when he’d be arriving? I was just kinda promised there would be a cooking rat and I have yet to see him. I was honestly thinking about him the entire time we were making out and I’d just really like to see him, please.”

“Tom.” You laughed and covered your face in embarrassment.

“I’m serious.” He insisted. “It’s kinda rude to wave this magical cooking rat in my face and then not show him to me.”

You laughed again and felt all the tension leave your body. Tom noticed you relaxing and let out a content sigh.

“You always know what to say.” You said once your laughter died down.

“I don’t. I just say the dumbest thing I can think of and hope it makes you smile. Because no offense, you have a really beautiful smile. Best I’ve ever seen, really.”

You broke into a smile and shook your head at him. He could he unbelievably sweet when he wanted to be, and you loved every minute of it.

“All right. I’ll show you the rat. You earned it.” You sighed ostentatiously and grabbed your laptop. Tom crawled next to you in the bed but gave you some distance. You looked over your shoulder at him as an idea formed in your head. You sat up on your knees and situated yourself between his legs, wiggling your butt a little to make some more room for yourself. Tom blushed in surprised and wrapped his arms around you to get even closer. You placed the laptop on your tummy and hit play on the movie. You stayed in Tom’s arms until it was over and looked up at him when it was done.

“So what did you think?”

“It was good, yeah. It was good.” He nodded as he wiped his face with his hand.

“Are you crying?” You laughed and craned your neck to look at him.

“Are you judging me? That was a cinematic masterpiece. I never knew a rat could make me feel so much.”

“Here. Sorry I put you through that.” You chuckled and handed him a tissue from your nightstand.

“Don’t be sorry. I had a really good time.” He smiled down at you and hugged you closer to his body.

“So did I.” You sighed and relaxed against his chest. You stayed in his arms as the two of you talked until the sun began to set. You dragged your fingernails up and down his arm as you listened to him speak.

“Tell me something no one else knows about you.” You said as you looked up at him.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “Something real. Something like - like who’s your favorite Alvin and the chipmunk?”

“I don’t know.” He laughed. “The blue one.”

“The blue one? Simon?”

“I don’t know their names.” He whined. “It wasn’t very popular in England.”

You laughed again and pulled your laptop back onto your lap. You typed something into Google and showed Tom what came up.

“These are the chipmunks.” You said as you pointed to the screen. Tom frowned and pulled your laptop closer to get a better look.

“I kinda hate the green one.” He said after a minute. “Like, I want to see him die.”

“Tom.” You laughed and sat up to look at him.

“I’m just saying. Look at him. He’s horrible. I want to punt him across a football field.”

You laughed again and covered your face with your hand.

“Don’t cover up.” He whined. “I want to see your pretty face.”

He moved your hands away from your face and replaced them with his own. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and before you knew it, he was kissing you. It wasn’t like the kiss from before, though. It was slower and sweeter and caused butterflies to erupt in your chest. When you pulled away, you smiled shyly and rested your forehead against his.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” You asked as your fingers toyed with his sleeve.

“Sure. Anything.” Tom replied as his eyes gleamed with hope.

“Do you wear a jersey every day?”

“Not everyday. Sometimes I wear a hoodie when it’s cold.” Tom joked to hide the fact the he was disappointed. He thought you were going to ask him something deeper.

“Hm.” You folded your lips together and nodded as you eyed his jersey.

“Are you making fun of my attire? Because I can see penny loafers in your closet right now.” Tom said as he pointed to the open closet behind you.

“Don’t judge me.” You playfully gasped. “They’re comfortable.“

“So are jerseys.”

“How is this comfortable? It’s full of holes.” You pointed out as you tugged on his shirt. Your hands slid down a little and landed right on his bicep.

“Sorry.” You laughed nervously and took your hands away.

“It’s okay. You can touch if you want.” He said and flexed his muscles for you. You sucked in a short breath and put your hand back on his bicep. You gave it a squeeze and felt your mouth go dry.

“This is the most cliche thing I’ve ever taken part of.” You said as you continued to feel his muscle.

“Me too.” He laughed. “But I’m kinda into it.”

“Do you want to touch my arm?” You asked in your beta seductive voice. You pushed your cardigan off one shoulder to expose your arm, gasping ostentatiously as you did it. Tom laughed at your antics before jumping in with his own.

“Are you sure? It’s a little soon.” Tom played along and looked around for who might be listening.

“Shut up.” You playfully shoved him.

“You shut up.” He shoved you right back. He shoved a little too hard and you almost fell off the bed. He quickly caught you by the arms and pulled you closer to himself as you both laughed. When your laughter died down, you leaned in to kiss him again. You cupped his face with your hands this time and softly stroked his cheeks with your thumbs. When you pulled away, you kept his face between your hands.

“Can I ask you something else?”

“Is it about my cargo shorts?”

“No.” You laughed. “What are we? Like what do you think of us as?”

“Oh.” He smirked. “This conversation.“

“I know.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m just curious what you’re thinking. I mean, you walk me to and from class everyday. We talk on the phone all the time. We make out on the occasion. What does that make us?”

“What do you want it to make us?” Tom asked, just as nervous about this conversation as you were.

“What do you want it to make us?”

“I have an answer.” Tom told you. “But I’m worried that it’s not the same as your answer so I don’t want to say it.”

“That’s why I don’t want to say my answer.” You laughed and pointed to yourself.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll be the brave one here.” He sighed sarcastically and held up his hands.

“Okay. Do it.” You challenged him. Tom took both your hands in his and gave them a squeeze.

“My darling.” He began. “If it’s cool with you, would you do me the honor of going steady with me?”

You broke into a grin when you heard the way he phrased the question. He could’ve just asked you to be his girlfriend, but that wasn’t good enough. He had to remind you that he was the good listener you thought of him as.

“That’s cool with me.” You nodded and rested your forehead against his again.

“Cool.” He smiled shyly but was reeling with excitement on the inside. You sighed happily and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him even closer.

“Cool.”

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ohhh shit

Wicked Game ~ T.H

chapter five: the night we met

pairing: frat! Tom Holland x Reader

series masterlist

Two months into your relationship with Tom, life was good. The more time he spent out of the frat house, the more he forgot about the bet. There were times when he’d be hanging out with you and could imagine doing it for the rest of his life. He knew it wasn’t his decision to start talking to, but it was his decision to stay. He told himself that he started to feel guilty about lying to you. Sometimes it was enough to make the guilt go away, and sometimes it wasn’t.

Tensions were high in the house ever since the fight in the kitchen. Trent, Brad, and the boys on their side kept their distance from Tom and his brothers as the days went on. Tom tried to keep you out of the frat house as much as possible to limit your contact with any of his brothers. That wasn’t always possible since Harrison and Peyton were now dating. When they wanted to stay at your dorm, Tom had no choice but to take you to the frat house.

“Wow. It actually smells good in here for once.” You remarked as you stepped into the house. Tom sniffed the air and smelt baked goods, immediately growing suspicious.

“Is that you, T bag? We just made some wee-“ Harry stopped his sentence when he saw you standing next to Tom. He nervously looked down at the plate for brownies in his hand and threw on a smile.

“W-eally good brownies.” He said quickly. “W-eally, w-eally good. You guys should try some.”

“We’re good.” Tom said as he led you towards his room. He could hear Trent and Brad in the other room and gulped.

“These stairs are hazardous. You shouldn’t take the risk.” Tom said as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“Tom! This is so unnecessary.” You laughed as he ran up the stairs with you.

“Why? It’s an homage to the night we met.” He laughed nervously as he rushed past Trent’s door. He got to his own room and locked the door behind him before throwing you on his bed.

“Woo. That was fun.” Tom nodded too many times as he nervously looked at his door. Having you at the house when Trent and Brad were home was just begging for trouble.

“You’re so weird sometimes.” You laughed and gave him a strange look. Tom relaxed a little and got on the bed beside you.

“You think I’m weird? You read on trains instead of listening to music. That’s psychopath behavior.” He snorted as he laid his head in your lap.

“Oh, I’m the psychopath? Did you forget that one time I pulled your sheets back and found a full bowl of ramen in your bed? Full!”

“Look, we all make a bowl of ramen and forget about it. It happens to all of us. I don’t know why you can’t let that go.” Tom rolled his eyes at you, making you laugh. He looked up at you and smiled before getting comfortable in your lap.

“Can you play with my hair?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

“You’re the boyfriend. You should be playing with my hair.” You playfully reminded him.

“I like it when you do it.” He whined and nuzzled his face into your lap.

“Fine.” You sighed loudly and took his hat off his head. You began to run your hands through his hair, wrapping his curls around your fingers.

“Look at the stars. Look how they shine for you. And everything you do. Yeah, they were all yellow.” You sang softly as you continued to play with his hair. Tom sighed in content and shut his eyes as he let himself relax. He turned suddenly and looked up at you with a timid look on his face.

“What?” You asked him.

“Nothing.” He shrugged and looked away.

“If you want it, just ask.” You sighed playfully.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tom replied, and you could hear his smile.

“Sure you don’t.” You humored him as your moves your hand from his hair to his back. You lightly dug your fingernails into him as you scratched his back in the way he liked.

“Can you do under the shirt?” He whined a little and pressed his face into your lap. You laughed and slipped your hand under his t shirt to scratch his back.

“What? What’s funny?” He asked and he turned his body to look up at you.

“Nothing.” You smiled down at him. “You’re just clingy.”

“What?” He sat up in shock. “I am not.”

“You’re so clingy. You’re the clingiest person I know.“

“I’m not.” Tom pouted as he pulled you by your ankles so you were sitting between his legs.

“You are. And it’s okay that you are. I like it.” You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You do?” Tom asked with a hint of insecurity in his voice.

“I do. I kinda like that you’re an asshole to everyone but me.” You chuckled.

“Because nobody but you matters.” Tom said softly. Your grew and you tugged him closer by his shirt. Tom closed the gap the rest of the way and kissed you slowly. He leaned forward and gently laid you down on his bed without breaking the kiss. You slipped your hand back under his shirt and dragged your nails down his back, not being gentle this time. The kiss was interrupted by a loud knocking at Tom’s door. You jumped apart and gave each other a look as Brad came in.

“Everybody decent?” Brad asked. He had his hand over his eyes but was clearly looking his fingers.

“Yes.” Tom grumbled. “What do you want?”

“The boys and I were thinking of throwing a party tonight. You guys in?”

“Uh, I don’t know.” Tom said as he looked at you. “She has a test on Monday. I was gonna help her study.”

“Dude. It’s a Friday. You’re gonna miss out on a party to study?” Brad groaned and gave you an annoyed look. You gulped a little and faked a smile for Brad.

“It’s okay. I can study tomorrow. You guys should throw a party.” You assured them. Tom looked over at you and sighed. He could tell you didn’t actually want to go to the party and only agreed to appease Brad.

“Cool. Thanks Shark Week.” Brad gave you a thumbs up and left the room.

“What did he call me?” You laughed in confusion and looked at Tom.

“I don’t know. He’s always calling people random things.” Tom lied as his eyes darted to the side.

“Hm. What a weirdo.”

“Yep. Super weird guy.” Tom nodded too many times. “Are you sure about this party, love? Your final is on Monday.”

“I’m sure. I can always go home early. I don’t want you to change your lifestyle for me.” You told him with a hint of a sad smile.

“Okay. We can stay for as long as you want.” He told you as he rubbed your knee with his hand. You looked at his hand for a minute before slowly looking up into his eyes.

“When I leave, do you want to come home with me?” You asked as you put your hand on top of his.

“Okay.” Tom smiled. “Sure.”

“Peyton said she was staying here for the weekend.” You continued. “We’ll have my dorm to ourselves.”

“Ooo. Another movie marathon?” He asked, still not getting it.

“Yeah. We could put on a movie.” You said as you leaned closer to him. You kissed Tom slowly before pulling away.

“And then not watch the movie.” You spoke softly and looked at him through your eyelashes. Tom backed away a little as he realized what you were saying.

“You mean….”

“Yeah.” You smiled shyly. “I wanna go all the way with you.”

“Are you sure?” Tom asked as he felt his mouth go dry. It was what he wanted more than anything else in the world, but he had to prioritize your feelings over his own. He knew you were reserved about it in the past and wanted to make sure you came to this decision entirely on your own.

“I’m sure. I love you. And I want to do this with you.”

Tom felt the wind get knocked out of his chest when he heard you say this. His entire face heated up in a boyish blush as he smiled widely.

“You love me?” He laughed a little in disbelief as he took your hands in his.

“Surprise.” You laughed as well and pressed your forehead against his. Tom grinned and took your face between his hands. He kissed your lips before kissing your forehead, cheeks, and nose. You laughed in delight as he continued to kiss you all over your face.

“I love you too.” He said as he brushed his thumbs against your cheeks. No achievement he had ever met could compare to you telling him your loved him. He was beaming with excitement until he realized something.

“Oh shit.” He whispered.

“What?” You frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’ll be right back. Stay here. Love you.” He kissed you again and quickly ran out of the room. Tom went to Harrison’s room and shut the door behind him.

“Dude.” Tom whispered gravely. “Dude dude dude.”

“Dude. What’s up?” Harrison asked in concern.

“Dude, Y/n just told me she loves me.” Tom said, unable to fight the smile that appeared when he said it.

“Dude.” Harrison’s eyes widened.

“And she wants to have sex, dude.” Tom whispered. “Tonight. After the party.”

“Dude!” Harrison exclaimed. “You guys haven’t yet right?“

“No, dude. And she wants to tonight. Because she loves me. She freaking loves me.” Tom nearly screamed as he paced around Harrison’s room.

“This is good, right? It means you won the bet, dude.” Harrison said, making Tom stop in his tracks.

“No, dude.” Tom sighed. “This is horrible. It means I let this bet bullshit go on way too long.”

“Dude.” Harrison sighed. “It’s been months. You never told her about the bet?”

“How could I? The bet was the only reason I talked to her at the party that night, dude. It would crush her if she knew that.”

“What about all the times you’ve seen her since the party, dude? Wasn’t that for the bet?”

“No, dude. That was just because I liked her. I liked her right away. I forgot about the bet seconds into our first conversation. I’m so mad at myself right now, dude. I should’ve just told her. It’s way too late now.”

“Maybe she’ll find it funny.” Harrison shrugged weakly.

“Maybe. Or maybe I’ll break her heart.” Tom said, making the room go silent. The boys stared at each other in despair, both knowing Tom was right. Harrison saw Tom’s eyes tear up and walked over to him. He put his hands on Tom’s shoulder to make him look at him.

“Listen, dude. You need to tell her before someone else does. You know the guys are. Especially Brad and Trent. If those assholes find out you won the bet, they’re gonna make a huge deal about it. And she shouldn’t be there when they do.”

“Okay. Yeah. I gotta tell her.” Tom nodded in agreement. He went to leave the room but Harrison pulled him back.

“Dude, wait.”

“What, dude?“ Tom wondered.

“Somebody loves you, dude.” Harrison smiled proudly.

“I know.” Tom grinned. “She loves me. And I love her.”

Harrison hugged Tom tightly before sending him out of the room. Tom didn’t notice Brad standing outside Harrison’s door as he walked back to his own room.

“Hey, baby girl. Sorry about that. I had to

tell Harrison something.” Tom said as he shut his door behind him.

“Hey.” You smiled sympathetically at him. “I’m so sorry. I totally forgot that I’m supposed to tutor in the library today.”

“Oh, okay. Can we talk really quick first?” He asked, hoping to get the bet conversation out of the way as soon as possible.

“Can it wait until the party? I’m running late.” You said as you put your backpack on.

“Yeah. Sure. I’ll see you tonight.” Tom said as he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

“Bye. Love you.” You kissed him goodbye.

“I love you too.” He grinned. “Feels so good to say.”

You chuckled and kissed him again before leaving the room.

“Bye.” Brad waved to you as you passed him in the hallway.

“Bye.” You called back without checking to see who it was. Brad smirked to himself and went to go find Trent.

Later that nights you held Peyton’s hand as you stood outside the frat house. After telling her about the plan you and Tom made, she insisted on making you up. Instead of throwing you into one of her dresses, she let you wear what you wanted. You ended up in a ruffled red dress and a pair of heels lent to you by Peyton. Peyton gave your hand a squeeze and knocked on the door. Harry opened the door and smiled happily.

“Tom! Harrison! Your girlfriends are here.” Harry called behind him. He stepped back and held the door open for the two of you. You walked in and were immediately greeted by Tom and Harrison. Harrison picked Peyton up and spun her around as Tom kissed you hello.

“Woah. Why are you tall?” He walked once he set you down. You looked down at the same time and his eyes widened when he saw your high heels.

“I wanted to look good for you.” You smiled shyly. Tom returned the smile and took your chin between his fingers.

“You always look good to me, darling.” He said softly. Just as he was leaning in to kiss you, Harrison put his arms around both your shoulders.

“Come on losers. Let’s get drunk!” He shouted and shook you both. Peyton grabbed your hand and lead you to the kitchen to get some drinks. After taking a few shots, she wanted to dance. You looked over her shoulder from Tom as you danced with her in the living room.

“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go find Tom.” You shouted over the music. You left Peyton and walked through the house, suddenly feeling arms weak around you from behind.

“You left me.” Tom whined in your ear. You turned around in his arms and smiled at the sight of him.

“I’m sorry. I’m here now.” You told him as you rubbed your nose against his. Tom gave you a tipsy smile as he rested his forehead against yours.

“You’re so pretty. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” He said in his drunken state.

“You’re pretty too. Give me your hat.” You took his hat off his head and put it on your own.

“See? Logoless hats are catching on.” He grinned and leaned in to kiss both your cheeks. He was clingy when he was sober and even clingier when drunk.

“No. I’m just letting you mark your territory.” You teased him and adjusted the hat.

“Aw. I said that the night we met.” He realized and wrapped his arms tighter around your body. The house was packed from wall to wall with people, but it felt like it was just the two of you. You swayed to the music together in a slow dance, despite the fast paced beat of the song.

“Can you tell me you love me again?“ Tom smiled in his drunken state.

“I love you.” You shouted over the music. Tom threw his head back in glee before coming back to you.

“I love you too.” He grinned and kissed you all over your face. Brad was passing by and saw you and Tom wrapped around each other. He looked up and saw Trent near the front door. Trent nodded and left the house, and Brad knew what to do.

“All right, all right. We get it. You won the bet, Tom. You don’t have to rub it in our faces.” Brad said loudly as he patted Tom on the back. All the color drained from Tom’s face as your eyes lit up in surprise.

“You won a bet, babe?” You smiled proudly. “What was it?”

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fine line | tom holland [ceo!au]

Summary: heavily influenced by the movie "the proposal"

Faced with deportation to his native United Kingdom, the playboy CEO Holland's Tech Point located in the Big Apple, Tom Holland, tells the world that he's engaged to marry Y/N Y/L/N, his hapless assistant. Y//N reluctantly agrees but has a few propositions of her own, including flying across the country for him to meet her eccentric family.

With a immigration agent hot on their trials and watching their every move, Tom and Y/N must stick to their plan despite numerous bumps in the road.

pairing: ceo!tomholland x secretary!reader

warnings: will be posted with each chapter, almost like a crack fic, tom is a bit of an asshole sometimes, SMUT, steamy, super sweet

I. lights up

II. treat people with kindness

III. canyon moon

IV. she

V. watermelon sugar (m)

VI. cherry (m)

VII. adore you

VIII. sunflower vol 6 (m)

IX. falling

X. to be so lonely

XI. fine line (m)

XII. golden

some of you tom holland writers are brilliant.

↞ tom holland masterlist ↠

a master list dedicated to tom holland and his marvel character, peter parker!

+ TOM HOLLAND +

nothing yet!

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+ PETER PARKER +

Light Sleeper

In which your boyfriend Peter tries to sneak into your room, unaware that he’s going to receive a rather brutal welcome.

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Science Partners

You have a thing for science equations, and when you’re assigned to be Peter’s lab partner for the day, it comes quite in handy when he runs into trouble on getting his web fluid formula right.

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Heartbreaks in Decision Making

After finally telling Peter how you feel, he does something you’d least expect — kiss you. But when finding him lip locking with someone else, you leave him to choose. Will it be you?

Science Partners || Peter Parker

A/N: this fic gives me major peter & mj vibes.. also, in order to write this i had to do a lot of google searching to get somewhat accurate information on how peter makes his web shooters!!

word count: 1872

WARNINGS: none :)

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Ever since you transferred to Midtown High for your sophomore year of high school, you found yourself lacking something that was considered vital to your high school experience — friends.

You weren’t shy, just that most people didn’t seem to spark your interest enough to start a friendship and although you didn’t mind being by yourself, you always wondered what it would be like to have one or two friends to talk to in a few classes, or at lunch. Something other than sitting with the librarian who often sent you pity glances when she thought you weren’t looking, you always caught them though.

You only seemed to be completely content with not having someone tap at your shoulder to whisper something to you while the teacher spoke in one class — chemistry. The love for science you had was overwhelming, you absorbed every ounce of information given to you in each lesson, but of course, you knew bits and pieces of what was being spoken.

“So!” The teacher clapped her hands together to bring your class’s attention to the front. “For the remainder of the period, you all will continue our stoichiometry lesson in groups of two, which will be your lab partners, on the relationship between moles and mass with the today’s experiment. The guide is already taped to your tables.” She announced, eyes scanning over the students who quickly began working on the lab assignment before stilling on you. “Y/N, I know you enjoy working on your own, but I would like for you to join Peter for this assignment.”

Your eyes bulged at the mention of his name. Peter. As in Peter Parker. As in the boy you’ve had a silly little crush on since you started school at Midtown. It wasn’t anything serious, you’ve never spoken to him, but you always thought he was cute — and incredibly intelligent, which was a plus. Swallowing thickly, you scooped up your things from your lab table and shuffled towards the front lab stations, where Peter was located. It was almost as though he was in his own little world, unaware of the fact that the teacher had paired the two of you up together as he scribbled in his notebook. “Excuse me.” You muttered to catch his attention, placing your notebooks on the edge of the table to avoid touching any of Peter’s papers that were sprawled out all over. “Hi.”

His head snapped up in your direction, hand now still instead of writing, and blinked in surprise. You let your gaze drifted down to his papers that were covering what was now your side of the table. “H-Hi. Oh,” Peter gasped, hands reaching out to quickly clear the lab table of his papers. “I’m sorry.” He murmured sheepishly, his cheeks taking up a pale pink color.

“That’s okay, you’re fine.” You dismissed him, sliding into the stool and setting your bag on the floor, looking over the instructions for the lab. A smile appeared on your face once you finished reading and you looked over to Peter, who’s eyes were already on you expectantly. “This lab is fairly easy,” You said, grabbing ahold of your pencil and writing both of your names onto the given worksheet. “We just need to compare the theoretical values to the actual experimental mass once we react the sodium hydrogen with the hydrochloric acid.”

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks when you caught a glimpse at Peter’s stunned expression. His lips curled into an impressed grin before laughing lightly, a teasing tone in his voice when he said, “You sound like you know what you’re doing.”

A let out a few chuckles while turning to face him, a bashful look on your face. “I, uh- I just really love science.” You shrugged, although you made that fact very clear to him with your ramble. “I can work on this while you work on whatever you were before.” You offered, eyes trained on your paper while you calculated the formulas from the lab guide. You were already halfway through, managing to hold your conversation with Peter while getting the work done. Your head shook in disbelief at the thought, you were actually talking to him, not snagging sly glances at him from the back of class or in the hallways. It felt good.

Peter immediately declined, closing his notebook and leaning in closer in attempt to try and help you with the lab. “No, no, it’s fine! It’s nothing anyway.” He insisted, but you watched as his fingers were tapping against the wooden tabletop, itching to go back to writing in his notebook. You scoffed, setting down your pencil and putting the now completed worksheet to the side, crossing your arms over the table. “Yeah, right. Besides, the work is done, so maybe I could help?” You suggested, lips quirking into a smile that he nervously returned.

The brunette opened his mouth, stammering on his own words as he tried to figure out what the tell you. He couldn’t exactly say that he was working on a new web fluid formula for the shooters in his suit, because that would be doing the most irrational thing — exposing himself as spiderman to a girl he barely knew. Peter chewed on his bottom lip as he weighed out the pros and cons of you helping him figure out what he was missing in his formula. You’ve proven yourself to be incredibly smart, and quick when it comes to figuring out formulas.

He eventually nodded, cracking a smile that you eagerly returned. “Okay. Okay, yeah.” He agreed hesitantly, pulling his composition notebook from his side of the desk and in between the both of you. When opening the book, your eyes widened at the multiple formulas scribbled on the lined paper, some crossed out and others not, with the title of the page being ‘Web Fluid’

“‘Web Fluid?’” You read aloud, looking up from the page and to Peter, who was shifting about in his stool, bottom lip worried between his teeth. He felt his heart plummet to his stomach when your eyes narrowed at his anxious state. She knows, Peter thought underneath your suspicious stare. He opened his mouth to try and form some sort of excuse until you interrupted him to ask, “Are you into cosplay?”

It was safe to say that your question caught Peter off guard, with the way that his eyes practically popped out of his head and his cheeks flushed in what seemed like embarrassment. You couldn’t help but laugh at him, the thought of Peter actually being into cosplay and wearing a makeshift spiderman suit made your smile grow larger — it would be too cute.

Peter’s slacked jaw tightened to a grin as he watched you laugh, laughing a little himself and heart warming at the sound. He thought you had a beautiful laugh.

“What?! No, I’m not- I’m not into cosplay!” He cried, though the grin on his face didn’t fade, and neither did yours once your laughter died down. Peter shoved the notebook further into your direction and pointed to the unfinished equation. “Can you just help me, please?”

With a playful roll of your eyes, you slid the notebook in front of you, looking over his scribbles. You let out a hum while writing over some equations, brows raising at his overall impressive work. “I know what you’re missing,” You scooted your stool closer to Peter and tilted the page in his direction so he could see what parts of the formula you tweaked. “Whatever Spider-man’s webs are made out of, is relatively close to nylon. Flexible and durable. So since you don’t want to bring nylon to your cosplay parties,” You paused, giving him a pointed look, a few giggles following shortly when he sent you a playful glare. “You need to figure out a component mixture that that forms a tough, flexible fiber when it contacts air, yet doesn’t interfere with the foaming agent it mixes with for the inflation capacity you’re using here.”

You inhaled deeply, catching up on the amount of air you lost from explaining your theory and giving yourself a brief nod of approval before meeting Peter’s gaze. Feeling the blood rush back to your face once again, you couldn’t help but notice the way his brown eyes were swirling with something — admiration. “What?” You asked shyly, your hand finding its way to your face in attempt to cool down your heated skin. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Peter’s face held a dazed smile, dark brown eyes gone soft, and his chin was in the palm of his hand as he propped his elbow on the table. He looked straight out of a rom-com — and you really liked it. He simply shrugged, brown locks bouncing slightly at the movement.

“You’re really—”

Pretty. Peter had the urge to say pretty.

“Smart.”

Your lips parted to speak, but the shrilling sound of the bell cut in on you, signaling your lunch period. You slouched in your seat, not wanting to leave chemistry — not wanting to leave Peter. It was the most interaction you’ve gotten in a while, that was actually enjoyable, with someone you really liked and you didn’t want it to end. When you looked to the teenage boy next to you, he was wearing a similar solemn expression.

As you began to collect your stuff and shrug on your backpack, Peter’s hand quickly reached out to grasp your arm, making you almost immediately stop in your tracks. Turning on your head, you were met with Peter’s wary gaze and nervous smile.

“Do you- Do you want to go to lunch with me?” Peter asked, his thumb jutting over his shoulder towards the direction of the cafeteria, rocking on the back of his heels. You found yourself beaming at his invite, laughing lightly at how flustered he was. Deciding to have a little fun, you raised a teasing brow, asking, “Why?”

Instantly, Peter’s nerves visibly worsened, his hands going to grip on the straps of his backpack as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “To, you know, help with the web-cosplay-thing?” His voice rushed and raised barely an octave at the end, his lips then pursing in regret at his choice of words when your face lit up with amusement.

“So you admit it? You’re into cosplay?” You asked eagerly, a laugh threaded in your words that made Peter’s shoulders seemingly relax. He let out a noise similar to a whine, throwing his head back while taking a few short steps in the direction all the other students in the hallway were going. “I’m not into cosplay, Y/N! Do you want to go with me or not?”

The smug smile on your face waved into a gracious one, and when your playful teasing was finally put to rest, your heart swelled at the settling reality — Peter wanted to spend more time with you, outside of the chemistry lab.

So, readjusting the books in your arms, you sent Peter a nod, catching up to his retreating figure and nudging your elbow against his arm with a crooked smile.

“Lead the way, Parker.”

TOM AND Y/N BEING A GOOFY AND ADORABLE COUPLE FOR EIGHT MINUTES STRAIGHT.

SUMMARY: when a video has your name, it catches your full attention.

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: none, just fluff.

A/N: I saw this on youtube and immediately knew I had to do it with some of my favs, so this came out! I want to do it with Sebastian and even with some more, tell me if you want me to do it with someone! as I always say, english is not my first language so I hope this is good! take care of yourself pls! (not my gif)

the sun was beginning to disappear and the last rays of it filtered through the thin white curtains that the apartment had. it was a warm day, but it was beginning to get dark and the cold wind was beginning to appear.

Tom was on the Spider-Man 3 set and you were sitting on the couch with a big black blanket, a bag of jelly beans and the remote control in your hand pressing buttons while you were looking for what to watch on YouTube. a video appeared with the title "Tom and Y / N being a goofy and adorable couple for eight minutes straight." and without a doubt, you said to put it.

the first clip was a instastorie which was recorded by Chris Hemsworth on the set of Infinity War. first Chris's face would appear and then the camera would flip over to show Tom and you sitting side by side laughing at something that was showing up on your phone.

"what are you doing?" Mark Ruffalo's voice was heard from the side of the camera.

"I'm recording teenage love." Chris said and with his fingers he zoomed in on the screen making the camera get closer to you two. "teenage love, teenage love." he began to say the words with some melody, creating a rhythm.

°•

"stop recording me, Tom." you said while applying a little gloss to your lips, you had seen by the reflection of the mirror that Tom was recording.

"i can't, you look so gorgeous." he said without stopping recording, then he stood by your side and I wait for you to finish applying the gloss.

you closed the small container and settled down next to him, feeling how he passed his free hand around your waist. "damn, we look good." when you put your direct view in the mirror, you could see how good you two looked. Tom wore a black suit and a sky blue tie that matched your dress, while you carried a small bag and black heels to match it.

"we do, we do." agreed with you without stopping recording. "'key, let's do a little dance, go!" this took you by surprise and you made the first move that came to your mind, which was to clench your two fists and make circles with them at the height of your shoulders.

after a few seconds, the two of you started laughing and that story was posted on your boyfriend's instagram.

°•

since the quarantine had begun, the activity that the two of you did most was listening to new artists to discover new music.

Permanent Vacation by 5 Seconds Of Summer played in the background as you two danced and jumped non-stop. the smiles were not erased from your faces and that was a moment when everyone could tell that they were soulmates.

in a slip, you slipped and fell straight to the floor, causing Tom to stop dancing to quickly check if you were okay. "darling, are you okay?" He knelt before you and took your hand. "you are so dumb." he said with a smile as he helped you stand up.

"excuse me?"

°•

"so do you have any tradition with your family for Christmas?" Jimmy asked, putting his mug on his desk.

"with my family no, but with [Y/N] i do." when he answered and your name was named, the crowd started to make noise. "we wake up and the first thing that we do it's bake cakes." he said simply and a small smile formed on his face.

"cakes? tell us more." the interviewer encouraged him.

"so, we bake two cakes, one for the dinner with the family and other just for us." he explained with hand movements. "then we decorate it and finally we sit down to watch The Grinch while we eat the cake." the smile on his face grew bigger when he heard the "aw" from the entire audience.

"that's really sweet and sounds fun." Jimmy told him with a smile.

°•

the countless interviews Tom had to do since Spider-Man: Far From Home came out kept the two of you apart. actually now he was playing with his cast friends and he wasn't doing an interview, but there was a surprise for him.

you felt nervous after not having seen him for a few months, because even though they lived together, you had to fly to Canada to be with your family and not feel alone while he was filming.

"alright, so." Jacob switched cards so he could read the following sentence to Tom and Jake, who were wearing loud music headphones. "[Y/N] ...

"what?" Tom interrupted him not understanding what he was saying.

"are we sure that he is gonna understand?" Zendaya looked at the production and then went back to reading the card. "[Y/N] is here."

"who is here?" Jake asked and brought his hands to the sides of his ears to press the headphones further. "i don't get the name."

"[Y/N] is here!" Jacob yelled at them, hoping they could understand the sentence. you appeared in the room, but you stayed where the light was not so strong so that they could not see you and you waited for the producer's signal to appear.

"wait, what?" Tom asked again. "say it slow."

"oh my god." Zendaya rolled her eyes when she saw that he wasn't understanding. "your girlfriend it's here!"

"your girlfriend it's here!" Jake guessed for Tom and did a little victory dance before removing his headphones.

"you have a girlfriend, Jake? i didn't know that." the brunette said with surprise as he took off his headphones. immediately everyone started laughing and he looked at them without understanding what was happening. "i don't get it."

"who's gonna tell him?" Jacob asked and looked at the people behind the cameras.

"tell me what?" Holland asked not understanding what they meant. you started to move forward until everyone except Tom could see you.

"that i'm here, dumbass." you spoke and you saw how quickly your boyfriend's head turned to be able to see you with surprise.

"stop playing, are you a hologram?" he asked in disbelief as he got up from the chair so he could approach you and put his hands on his waist. "you're not."

"i'm not, i'm really here." you said and put your two hands on his cheeks and then get closer and be able to kiss him after so long apart.

°•

"can anyone tell him that Isaac Lahey is a character and does not exist in real life?" your voice was heard on the speaker of your phone while you were recording Tom, who had gotten up from the couch and was right now at the kitchen counter. "because Tom got jealous of him."

"you said that he is hot!" your boyfriend's scream was heard from the kitchen.

"so what? you think Lydia is pretty." you said with a tone of indignation without stopping recording.

"but i think that you are so much pretty than she." Tom's voice began to be heard closer, as did his footsteps.

"that doesn't justify you." you crossed your arms, causing your cell phone to shake a bit.

"that's not even the point! the point is, you said Isaac was hot." seconds later, he appeared with a bag of M&M's and a glass of milk. "you're cheating on me."

"I'm dating a five years old, just to all of you know." you rotated the camera and now you were recording yourself.

"i want the divorce." he said and stood in front of you to hand you the bag of M & M's you had asked for.

"we are not even married!"

°•

"you're currently dating Tom Holland, but we want to know how did the two of you met? because you are not in the Marvel movies." James asked and settled into his chair while you did the same.

"well, everybody thinks that we met at the Golden Globes." you started talking and your eyes brightened. "we actually met at the auditions of my first movie. Tom was there for the paper of my brother, but he didn't got it."

"you met at there? I really thought that the first time you met was at the Golden Gobles." the blond commented in great amazement.

"we didn't met there, but we took a selfie in there for the first time and we talked beyond a few lines of a script." you gave the data with a big smile and looked at the audience.

"and when did you fall in love for him?" he asked and this made the crowd make some noise that was combined with your laughter.

"you know, actually the first time that i saw him i was like 'damn, shawty', but i think it was in the moment that we were at a friend's party and he approached me and told me to go to another place with him because he was not comfortable and I was the only person who knew who would say yes. " and if you thought your smile couldn't get any bigger, the moment you remembered that moment, it did.

the video ended and just then the apartment door was opened, forcing you to take a look. "hey, darling." your boyfriend's voice sounded behind you.

"hi, baby." you said and felt how he hid his face in your neck, leaning his body on the edge of the chair.

"what are you watching?" he asked and pulled away from you, not before leaving a quick kiss on your neck.

"it was a video of us being the goofy and adorable couple of all times." you answered with a smile as you watched him take off his shoes and approach you to take a seat on the couch.

"and there are no more of those?" he asked and sat next to you and then wrapped his arms around you and leaned his head on your shoulder. you took control and pressed a button to see the video suggestions.

"well, here is this one" you said and put the video called 'Y/N and Tom being the sexiest couple in the whole fucking world'.

"oh, i see what people think of us." the brunette said when he saw the title of the video.

"what do you mean with that? of course we are the sexiest couple in the whole fucking world." you wrinkled your eyebrows and lowered your gaze a bit to connect with his.

"yes, we are." when he finished talking, he leaned to you so he can kiss you.

show some love - t.h

a/n: my bf posted a pic of me on his history and i just can't stop thinking about it, soo here's a little post about what would it be some Tom's posts; you are played by avani bc who doesn't love her? so yeah. also, english it's not my first language and requests are open!! stay safe you dumbs <3 (not my gif)

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november 20, 2020

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tomholland2013 y/n it's the reason we exist, everyone knows it, it's a fact kiss kiss

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march 15, 2021

stay ✧ t.holland

summary; the last show of your tour it's coming, but someone it's not.

warnings; language, mentions of cheating, angst, crying, sadness(?

a/n; ugh, this shit it was so difficult to write bc i feel like having some kinda of mental block so yeah; it's inspired in a lyric of a song that i saw on tiktok; may do part two about this bc why not. as always english it's not my first language so sorry about the mistakes. requests are open!! send some and take care <3 (not my gif)

°•°•°•

the relationship between you and Tom was difficult, because he was constantly traveling to record and you to be able to give concerts. Tom was back from finishing recording three weeks ago, although you hadn't seen him for the last shows on your tour

the last show was in London and most of your friends would be there, supporting you at the close of your tour. you were concentrating on how well everything was going, thinking that Tom was in the audience, or at least he were in the after party.

every time a song started, you tried to look for Tom's face, you hadn't seen him and the fact that you didn't find him either made you feel somewhat uneasy.

"thank you London!" you gave one last shout when the last song ended, thanking the audience and running backstage to meet some of your friends.

"get it, girl!" Sam immediately scooped you up in his arms. he was your best friend and thanks to him you met your boyfriend. "you we're amazing out there! like, burning the stage!"

"where is Tom?" you asked when you didn't see him around, immediately the smiles faded a bit and the atmosphere fell silent.

"'m sure he's going to the pube, coming?" Harrison told you and you nodded, making a sign that you would go to change so that you could be more comfortable.

"where is Tom?" Harry asked in a serious voice once you got out of their sight. Harrison just lifted his shoulders as a sign that he didn't know.

"Tuwaine went looking for him at the apartment," Sam recalled, turning on his phone to see if he had a message from his friend. "he hasn't said anything yet."

"do you really think he forgot?" Harry asked and the atmosphere turned awkward. "he can't"

"at this point, I don't know anything," Harrison tapped the bridge of his nose to let out some stress. "you've heard how he has complained about their relationship in these weeks." you weren't aware of it, but Tom was constantly complaining about the relationship you two had. he had said that he did not know if he wanted to continue for the little time you two shared together. you two made daily video calls, yes, but it wasn't enough and you knew that.

"well, he's gonna be a piece of shit if he don't show to the party at least." Sam commented in an angry tone, slapping his friends when he saw you start to get closer.

"ready to go, miss?" Harry held out his arm to you and you laughed at this, before leaving the place to go to the pub.

°•°•°•

If you were honest, you did not enjoy the after as much as you thought. Tom had not shown up all night, Tuwaine said that Tom was not at his apartment and was not answering his phone.

"thank you for coming, love you, babe." you said goodbye to one of the last people who were at the party, when you saw that she left through the glass door immediately your eyes began to fill with tears. Sam quickly put down the crystal glasses he was collecting and walked over to you.

"hey, hey, what's wrong, love?" he asked with concern, already knowing the answer.

"you know, Sammy," you started sniffing and watched as the others began to approach you. "it's been really hard to keep all my shit together, i really miss him all the time and i just wanted to see him at the show or at least here, but he didn't come."

"I'm sure that he's at home with a surprise to you." Harry tried to cheer you up, running his hand over your shoulder.

"you don't get it, Harry," you lifted your gaze to connect with his, your eyes red from the tears you had shed. "he hasn't told me he loves me in weeks, sometimes he didn't answer my calls," Sam began to feel a lump form in his throat, he didn't know if it was because it hurt to see you like this or because of the anger that felt with his brother. "you know, i don't think he loves me anymore. maybe he has another girl, someone who can be at home all the time" that was the only sentence that you had to say to break something in the inside of Sam, what happen to his brother who always said how in love he was with you?

"I'm gonna call the uber so we can get out of here." Sam announced and pulled out his phone, squinting as the light from the screen hit him.

"I don't wanna see Tom," you grabbed his arm, forcing him to look at you. "let's go to a hotel, please." you begged him.

"you don't have to see Tom or talk to him if you don't want to," Tuwaine quickly said and began to run a hand through your hair to relax you. "you can sleep in my room and i'll sleep in the couch, it's fine." you nodded and thanked him, with that, Sam left the establishment to order the uber, however, his fingers moved towards his contacts, looking quickly for his brother's. after the fifth tone, the voice of Tom reached his brother's ears.

"hello?"

"where the fuck are you?" he asked quickly, not giving him time to speak again.

"in the house, where are you and all of the divs?" he asked without understanding what was happening, Sam could hear the alcohol in the voice of his brother.

"do you know what day it is today?" he asked, knowing the stupid answer he would give him.

"um, friday?" he replied in a doubtful tone. "I don't understand, Sam, tell me what's going on."

"where were you three hours ago?" he asked again, completely ignoring his brother.

"Sam-"

"answer the damn question, Thomas." he hissed, losing patience. Tom let out a sigh before answering.

"my friend told me he was going to have a little party, so I went to have fun for a while, happy?" when he stopped speaking, his brother clicked his tongue as he shook his head without his being able to see him.

"wow, I can't believe you."

"what?" the brunette asked through the phone. "okay Sam, tell me what the hell is going on, I don't get it." he ordered, tired of getting no response.

"today was y/n's last show, here, in London," when his brain processed his information, he cursed under his breath. "she really expected you to be there, you know, as a supportive boyfriend."

"where is she now?" he asked not knowing what to do. "Sam, tell me now!"

"slow down and don't yell at me, I'm not the one who forgot the most special show to his girlfriend," he said in an annoyed tone, almost shouting in the middle of the stool. "we're going home right now, and she doesn't want to talk to you. so when we get home, you better be in your room." before Tom could protest, his brother hung up on him.

the vehicle arrived in a few minutes, Sam, Harry and you left in one, while Tuwaine and Harrison requested another. you wanted to stop crying but you couldn't, the pain I felt just took over everything else. there was no daily post on Instagram, you had not been able to enjoy the party, there was no more you happy.

you rested your head on Sam's shoulder while you tried to calm your labored breathing due to the crying you had let out a few minutes ago. your head began to throb from the tears that had come out of your eyes, little by little you fell asleep. Harry gave Sam a look when he noticed that your eyes were closed and your chest rose and fell calmly.

"i can't believe that he do that shit." Sam said in a low tone but with clear anger.

"you know, maybe it was the stress of filming." Harry tried to calm things down, Sam denied at this sentence.

"he finished recording three weeks ago and the only thing that he does it's talk bullshit about his relationship," his hand was running through your hair so you could rest better, and hopefully, you won't get up to see Tom. "she just doesn't deserve this."

"but we can't do anything about it, Sam", the one with curls kept talking and focused his gaze on you, you looked so calm compared to how you were a while ago. "it's not our relationship."

"but she is my best friend."

"and Tom is your brother", his twin told him and he frowned. "I'm not defending him, I'm just saying that we should stay out of this."

"whatever"

the car was parked and Harry took you in his arms carefully so as not to wake you up, Tuwaine and Harrison still haven't arrived. Sam put the key in and turned it so his brother could come in and lead you into a room.

"where do I put her?" Harry asked, pushing the door as best he could.

"in Tuwaine's room". he answered him and shifted his gaze to his other brother, who was sitting in an armchair in the living room. he closed the door before approaching.

Tom saw how Harry went upstairs with you asleep, your makeup was smeared and he could notice your chapped lips, which only happens when you are very nervous and cry for a long time.

"Sam, i-" Tom got up and tried to talk to his brother, but he raised his finger and put it in front of him.

"don't," he said as he turned and left the keys in the kitchen. "it's not me you owe an apology to. Good night."

°•°•°•

the sun's rays began to penetrate the curtains of the room. you stirred in bed when you felt the light on your eyelids, when you felt it, you quickly realized that you were not in your room, because your curtains were blue and not white.

slowly you sat on the bed, your body ached and you noticed that you were wearing gray pants and that you were only in bra, you were confused by this. you took your cell phone that was on the small nightstand, you noticed that it was connected to the charger and that it had 100%, when did this happen? a notification from Harry was taking all the screen and you opened the message quickly.

all of us we left the house so that you and Tom could talk, also, i tried to put on a shirt but you push me away on your sleep, so i left you like this, i hope i didn't bother you ://

you responded with a 'thank you' due to his sweet action and forced yourself to get out of bed. you didn't want to do it, you didn't want to see or talk to him. you didn't know why he hadn't been to your show or party yesterday, but because of how angry Sam looked when he "asked for the uber" you could imagine something

you slowly dragged your bare feet into Tuwaine's closet and you opened it so you could grab any shirt and put it on. it smelled good, but it wasn't the smell you were used to.

everything felt very sad, the house was silent and you were destroyed. you missed the mornings where Tom would wake you up with two quick kisses on each cheek to let you know that breakfast was ready, no thanks to him, but it was ready.

took a deep breath before putting your hand on the cold knob and turning it to be able to leave the room, mentally preparing yourself for what was coming, but, no one is ready for a breakup, even tho, you didn't know yet.

the familiar smell of tea reached your nose faster than you expected, you didn't close the bedroom door and started walking down the hall to the kitchen, where you saw him. your eyes noticed something very noticeable on his neck, but you didn't say anything.

"y/n," Tom said in a soft whisper as he turned and saw you standing in front of him. "do you want a cup?" he asked, trying to stretch out the time.

"don't do that and let's just go to the point." you shook your head and he nodded, pressing his lips back to the cup with the hot liquid. "why you weren't there?"

the environment was silent at this question, he wanted to speak, but did not know what to say. he did not know that it would hurt you more, that he did not remember or lie to you to look good.

"great," you sighed, deciphering the answer. "thank you for remembering."

"let me explain." he wanted to speak and tried to get closer to you, but you backed off.

"explain what? that you're a shitty boyfriend?" you asked and crossed your arms in front of your chest, feeling how your vision began to blur due to the tears that began to form. "believe, yesterday that was very clear to me." you walked around it until you got to the fridge so you could get the milk out.

"I'm not a shitty boyfriend," he kept talking, but you ignored him. "it's just that- I'm stressed." he ran his hand over his neck to make it look more believable.

"wow, Thomas," you put the milk carton next to the mug and turned to face it. "I have to say, to be an actor, you act like shit trying to make your excuse credible."

"it's not an excuse!"

"the smell of alcohol in your shirt says otherwise," you raised your eyebrows and turned to put the milk away, swallowing dry before speaking again without looking at him. "and you have a hickey, I'll guess it's not mine because we don't have sex like four months ago." at this point your "boyfriend" didn't know what to say

"look, I'm so sorry about it," he started to speak and grabbed you by the cheeks, a few inches from your lips to connect. "I know I have a hickey and all, but-"

"you still love me?" you cut him off, taking him by surprise, leaving him frozen for a moment. "but like for real, do you still do it?"

"yeah, baby of course. what kinda question is that?" he nodded frantically as his thumb wiped away one of the tears that ran down your face.

"then why you didn't go?" you asked, in your eyes you could see all the pain that you held. "why you kissed with some other girl? i'm not enough, Thomas? do you need someone who can be there all the time?" Tom swallowed when these questions reached his ears, he didn't know what to say at all.

"no, no, what are you saying?" he asked in disbelief and the grip on your cheeks tightened a bit as his eyes also began to fill with tears. "I really love you, y/n, you're the whole reason about everything." he assured you.

"i am?" you asked and raised an eyebrow. you removed Tom's hands from your face and wiped away some tears with your palms. "we can't be together anymore." his jaw clenched at this.

"what? you're not serious," he denied immediately and watched as you left the kitchen, leaving the cup of milk in the kitchen counter. "darling, c'mon."

"don't 'darling' me," you replied and he was speechless, he never thought that the day of the two of you break up would come so soon. "you cheated on me and you didn't go to my last show, do you know how many tweets there will be from all this? Thousands, Tom, thousands."

"so what about it?"

"you don't get it, do you?" you crossed your arms and leaned against the wall, he denied. "everyone's gonna talk about my fucking stupid boyfriend that forgot my show and made out with someone else."

"stop saying that!" he yelled with some anger, he didn't like you repeating over and over the mistakes he made yesterday. "please, stop."

"I'll stop," you assured him and nodded. "because we're done." this last sentence echoed a lot in his head, and he thought TOO MUCH what he was going to say next.

"fine, i'm fucking leaving." he gave you one last look and started walking towards the room that you two shared. you let out all the tears that you were holding back when you saw that he entered the room.

"it's not like you ever tried to stay." you said in a last breath and forced yourself to go to the room of somebody else to wait there until all the boys come house, just to find out that Tom it's leaving

still love you ✧ t.holland.

summary: he still love her, and that's all he really know.

warnings: crying(?, cheating mentions, bad memories, i think that's all; let me know if there's another one!

a/n: sheesh, this took me days but i'm so happy with the result, make sure you read part one first! requests are open. as always, english it's not my first language so sorry about any mistakes. take care of yourself pls. (not my gif) <3

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"Don't forget to put the pink dress and the white boots. be ready in fifteen, please." Bella, your assistant said and closed the door to your dressing room so that you could change before the show.

It had been about a month since that fight where you and Tom broke up. As soon as your friends arrived, you packed your things and went to your old apartment. You hadn't heard from Tom in all this time, only when you happened to ask Sam or Harry when all of you hang out.

You got dressed as fast as you could and being careful not to mess up your hair. Five minutes before you left, your phone screen lit up, displaying a message from Maggie.

You opened the message as quickly as possible and as soon as you read the title of the note that your friend had sent you, you moved your finger without reading the text and go directly to the photos. It was true, the photos showed Tom outside a restaurant with a blue hair girl, and it seemed that they were together, very close.

Leaving Tom in the past was something that cost you a lot and it certainly still did, because you couldn't erase your feelings so easily overnight. You felt your eyes start to get wet, but you raised your head trying not to let the tears fall, at least not three minutes before going on stage.

Three knocks on the door alarmed you and you quickly regained your posture. "You're ready?" Bella asked and you got up to open the door and see her holding a small board in her hands. "Good, Jimmy it's already in the studio, let's go."

This interview was the first you would give after your most recent breakup, and for a fact you knew that the questions related to your ex were not going to be lacking. "Please, give it up for Y/N Y/L!" Jimmy announced and screams filled the study as you approached the couch. "How are you?" he asked kindly once you were sitting on the couch.

"Very good and you?" you returned the question with kindness.

"Great now that you're here," he gave you a smile and clasped his hands to begin the interview. "But enough about me, you recently finished your tour, how does it feel to finally rest?"

"Well, it's really awesome to finally sleep in a bed and not in a bus tour," laughter from the audience rang out at your comment, making you smile. "But, I have to say I kinda miss traveling the world and seeing so many of my fans."

"So have you spend time with your loved ones?" he asked and with that phrase, you already knew where all this was going.

"Yeah, i have. yesterday i went out with Harrison and Sam, you know, just to catch up some things." you smiled sideways and looked for those mentioned in the audience, they just made a funny face towards you.

"and what about Tom?" the question made you come out of your bubble and go back to the interview. "because we haven't seen you two together on your instagram stories or something like that, even, some fans are saying that he didn't show up to your last concert." this last information took you back to the night where it all ended, making your heart clench a bit. you swallowed before answering.

"Yeah, well, um," you started to play with your fingers, feeling the nervousness rush through your blood. "We don't talk anymore."

"Are you saying that you two break up?"

"Yeah, we did." you responded in the driest way possible to prevent the feeling from winning you over. "About a month ago, i think." the screen behind you light up, and your first instinct was to turn to see what it was about, but you regretted it the moment you saw what was projected.

"So you aren't this girl?" Jimmy asked while pointing with a control to the girl who was with Tom in the photos of the article, before answering, you turned to see Harrison and Sam in the audience, who only raised their shoulders to show that they had nothing to do with that.

"No, i'm not," you denied and resumed your initial position. "I mean, our haircolor it's different and she's holding a beer wich i usually don't drink, so." you raised your hands and folded your arms at the height of your shoulders. the interview continued until the cameramen announced that they were going to a commercial break. Harrison and Sam approached you as quickly as possible as did Bella.

"We didn't know that they would show the photos." Harrison quickly said and put his hands on the sides of your arms.

"It's fine," you smirked and then put your gaze on Bella's face, who was behind Harrison. "You know what songs I'll sing?" your presentation would be in twenty minutes and the songs were still to be chosen by Jake, your manager.

"Yeah, um," the girl quickly flipped one of the sheets on her chart to see the schedule. "London Boy and Mr. Perfectly Fine." you closed your eyes for a moment and tilted your head, accepting reality. London Boy was a song you wrote for Tom while the two of you were away and it was already out as a single, but Mr. Perfectly Fine, that was special. That song was not yet recorded and had been written this weeks of pain. Inspiration had been Tom and how he had post some pictures on instagram looking perfectly fine after all this situation. You weren't ready for Mr. Perfectly Fine, least of all right now.

"Mr. Perfectly Fine?" Sam asked, crossing his arms and looking at you before speaking. "She can't sing that song, it's not even recorded. Where's Jake?" he began to search with his gaze to the brunnete to be able to speak with him.

"It's fine," you put your hand on his shoulder. "I'll guess it's time to sing it to the world." you gave him an unconvinced smile.

"You're sure?" he asked, pulling you up so he could give you a short hug, resting his chin on your head.

"Yeah, Sammy," you smiled as you smelled his perfume. "I mean, it's just one song without Tom, how bad can it turn out, right?" you broke away from him and looked at your two friends.

None of the three wanted to admit it, but all of you knew that anything could go wrong. You knew Mr. Perfectly Fine was going to be a single, but you thought that when it came out, you would be in the couch eating a big pot of ice cream with Tom, or you would be dancing with Sam and all your friends, but this time it would be different, very different.

"I know but," Holland returned to the subject and clicked his tongue. "It's the first single without him, I thought you wanted to be crying in your room or some stuff like that." took a hit by Harrison at this last comment.

"Let me get this lad out of here before he convince you to run out of the studio." the blond boy grabbed the brunette and directed him to where they were sitting, while you took a quick drink from the bottle of water to also return to your starting position.

Finally, it was time to sing. "Everything's fine?" Bella asked as she adjusted the necklace that hung around your neck. You had had a little change and now your hair was in a high ponytail and your clothes was now a black shorts with a white long-sleeved blouse and a little pink blazer that matched your shoes.

"Yeah." you nodded and she withdrew. You were ready for the presentation, yes, but emotionally? absolutely not. You knew you could sing London Boy without any problem, but Mr. Perfectly Fine would be a big punch in your heart.

The melody of London Boy began to sound and the lights little by little were illuminating the place, letting you see yourself in front of a microphone and with a band behind.

But something happened, I heard him laughing

I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent

"i'm Tom , and i suppose that you're Y/N Y/L, right?"

They say home is where the heart is

But that's not where mine lives

"i want you to move on with me and the boys, you know?"

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

"so, this is Harrison and Tuwaine, and there is Harry and Sam, but you alredy met them."

So I guess all the rumors are true

"are Tom Holland and Y/N Y/L dating?"

You know I love a London boy

London Boy ended quickly even though you felt like an eternity. The music low but then rose in a second to start with the Mr. Perfectly Fine tune. You took a breath to calm yourself, but as soon as the first verse approached you searched with panicked eyes for Harrison and Sam. Harrison would hold his thumbs up towards you and Sam would whisper something in his ear, this made you more nervous.

Hello, Mr. "Perfectly fine"

How's your heart after breakin' mine?

"fine, i'm fucking leaving."

"it's not like you ever tried to stay."

Mr. "Always at the right place at the right time," baby

[...]

And it's really such a shame

It's such a shame

'Cause I was Miss "Here to stay"

"of course i'll be right here when you come, dumbass."

Now I'm Miss "Gonna be alright someday"

"it's just some hard days, you know? I'll get over it, i'm fine."

And someday maybe you'll miss me

But by then, you'll be Mr. "Too late"

Applause rang out when the melody ended and you didn't sigh when, but tears ran down your cheek. You cleaned them up quickly and smiled.

"Wow, it's that a new song?" Jimmy asked as he came over to thank you and hug you.

"It is, yeah." you nodded and opened your arms to receive the interviewer. "The name is Mr. Perfectly Fine. It will be recorded soon, don't worry." you winked at the camera.

"Well, I'll guess the only thing I have left to say, it's," he look at you to get both of you to say it together and you quickly get it.

"Hello, Mr. Perfectly Fine, how's your heart after breaking mine?"

"It's falling apart, thanks for asking." Tom responded to the screen with a sour smile and closed his computer screen. Your laughter still rang out due to Tuwaine and Harry watching the show from the living room.

On the other side of the coin, Tom was not as good as he was shown. He returned to live with his friends as soon as the news that you were gone reached his ears. decided not to go looking for you thinking you wanted space for some time. His nights were crying and crying, going out to drink, being photographed with a girl but never going from there, because he felt bad having sex with her when he hadn't gotten over you, you didn't deserve that.

His bed felt cold at night, the closet was half empty, and your shampoo bottle was still in the bathroom. Tom wanted to forget you, but he couldn't if there were traces of you all over his house.

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"Where are you going?" Tuwaine asked Tom when he saw that he was going to leave the house.

"To get some tea, there's nothing left," he replied without looking at him, searching for the key to the front door. The key that had a black stripe of nailpolish that you had put so Tom could differentiate it from the others. Your ex ran his finger along the line, smiling to himself.

"Hell no, Thomas," Harry appeared and leaned back in the kitchen counter. "It's Sunday, remember? it's your turn to do the laundry."

"Man, c'mon," he narrowed his eyes and began to move the key between his hands. "I can do it when i get back."

"Nah ah." Harry shook his head and met glances with his brother. "You always said that. just separate it and you can go." he wrinkled his eyebrows at this answer.

"Mate, you're not my mom," he said with a smile, but his brother looked at him in a special way and he knew that look.

"Fine, fuck you anyways." left the keys on the small table in the living room and went to the laundry, where there were two baskets full of clothes. "Oh man, fuck me," he ran a hand across his forehead and walked over to the first basket. "Do the laundry." he mocked his brother and rolled his eyes.

But then, then the white shirt with a little taco appeared in his hands. He remembered very well that shirt, it was a pajama shirt that he combined with blue shorts with taco prints. He remembered that you had lost it and you could never find it. He took the garment and went back to the living room, where everyone but Sam was.

"Hey, where did this come from?" he asked, drawing everyone's attention and showed the shirt.

"Oh, I found it behind the red table, you know which one? the one that we always take to your parents' house." Harrison responded as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Tom nodded, wondering if he should do it or not, he was processing every thought that came to his head. Was it worth doing?

"You know what," he nodded and took the keys from the table, putting the shirt on his shoulder. "I'm gonna go to a place really quick."

"But the laundry-"

"I'll do it when i get back!" it was the last thing his friends and his brother heard before he walked out the front door.

"He scares me." Tuwaine said and everyone nodded with a little laugh.

Your doorbell rang and you grunted at this sound, because you had an omelette in the pan and you weren't expecting anyone, it rang another two times until your "coming!" reached the person's ears.

"What is it? I don't expect any package or I didn't order any-" your voice seemed to drop automatically when you saw him standing in front of you. her foot moved to calm her nerves and she held something white in her hand.

"Sorry for not asking and just showing up like this out of nowhere," he apologized, but seeing that you had no intention of speaking, he continued. "Um, i just found this shirt of you, it's the one with the taco and, you know, I thought you would like... can we talk please? even if it is just for closure." he practically begged you and you just nodded your head as you snapped back to reality. You turned around, implying that he would come in and close the door. You headed into the kitchen to turn off the pan and put your breakfast on a plate.

"Do you want some tea?" You were the first to speak, approaching the couch where he was already. shook his head.

"So, is it about me?" he asked once you took a seat on the couch.

"What thing?" you asked without understanding, it was early and your brain wasn't working yet.

"The song, Mr. Perfectly Fine." that took you by surprise, what kind of question was that? of course it was about him.

"Did you see the show?" you asked, ignoring her question. He nodded.

"Everyone in the house was watching it, it was hard to ignore it," he shrugged and you hid a smile at the thought that Tuwaine and Harry were still supporting you. "You didn't answer my question, tho."

"It is, Tom," you nodded and bit your lip thinking carefully what you would say. "Everything it's about you."

"Y/N-"

"Let me finish, please," you could feel your voice cracking and you didn't know if you would hold out long, it was better to speak now than never. "It's just that," you sighed before continuing. "You looked so good on your social networks, you were even more active than ever on instagram. You were photographed every Friday night with a new girl," you started playing with your hands to calm your nerves. "You looked so perfectly fine while I was destroyed." you finally finished and felt a relief to let those words out. Tom processed every word in his head, he just wanted to taste your sweet lips again and get them back together. but he knew that if he wanted that, he had to confess his feelings as well.

"I was not fine," he lowered her gaze and her heart was beating fast. "Yeah, I made out with some girls, but they were very different from you, I didn't want them to look like you." he bit the inside of her cheek as he felt the tears come to her eyes. "And I know it's not romantic at all, but I couldn't be with someone like you, I didn't feel comfortable."

"And even if I kissed them, it was never the same, I didn't take them home because you didn't deserve that. You didn't deserve that I touched another person in such a short time." he ran his hands through his hair and dropped a few tears. "And the night of your last show, yeah, I went to a house party and I kissed another girl," his confession turned your stomach, remembering the pain you felt when you saw that hickey in his neck. "It was only because we didn't see each other often and I really missed you so much. and i know it's not an excuse but it's the best i have to tell you."

"Tom, let me-"

"I still love you and I don't think I love anyone else in my whole life." he said with some desperation. you could see in Tom's eyes that he was really telling the truth. I was really having a hard time just like you, he wasn't being arrogant or a dickhead, he was being real.

"Here," you took his hand in yours looking for his contact. "What if," you started rubbing your thumb against his hand. "I let you take me on a date and we can erase this." the boy's eyes lit up at this proposal.

"Yeah, yeah of course." he said quickly, releasing himself from your grasp to wipe his tears away. "Whatever you want, baby," he covered his mouth as he told you that nickname. "sorry, Y/N."

"It's fine, darling," you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Tom?"

"Yeah?"

"I still love you too."