#Tom holland x co-star!reader
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Waves of Emotion: Tom Holland x Reader
“ @galaxyholland asked:
Hey Love!I saw that your requests are open!I have an idea where Tom and the reader are working on a war movie. They film a scene of Tom's character coming back from the war (maybe with a broken leg and busted eye) and Y/N's character seeing him for the first time in years. They both get emotional and by the end, they confess their feelings for each other. Hope you like it!“
Thank you again for your request! I hope this lives up to your expectations! It is a bit on the long side, sorry!
Warnings: None, just ridiculously fluffy... oh and some fake injuries plus a few minor curse words
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“Okay that was great, folks, take 20 then get over to hair and makeup and change for the next scene” the director Max yells as I finish my current scene. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding in. The scene I just finished was one of the more emotional ones in the movie. To make matters worse, I’ve been reshooting this scene for roughly an hour. At least now Max liked my performance and I get to take a short break. Hopefully the next scene won’t be as rough. Plus, I get to see Tom.
I find myself grinning as I remove my mic pack and walk towards the corner of the set where Tom and I normally watch the other if we are not in the scene together. However, my smile quickly shifts into a frown when I don’t see Tom waiting for me or watching the scene I was working on. I know I shouldn’t be disappointed given he doesn’t owe me anything. We’re only friends and co-stars after all. Does part of me want more? Of course, but anyone in my position would. He is an insanely talented actor, extremely knowledgeable, ridiculously hilarious, and all around compassionate person.
I told myself never to fall for a co-star and until this project I’ve been able to keep that rule. This movie threw a huge wrench into that the second I started feeling this pressure in my chest whenever he’s around. Most people say it feels like butterflies in their stomach or chest when they fall for someone. For me, when I see Tom it feels like there is a spiraling ocean wave in my chest. It makes me nervous, giddy, and yet alive at the same time. While I’d be in bliss for the rest of eternity if he did, I know I can’t expect him to feel the same about me. No matter how many times I have reminded myself of that, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m feeling a repetitive sharp pang in my chest upon not seeing him. I suck in a deep breath and tell myself I’m just more emotional after the scene I just shot.
As I’m reluctantly making my way to my dressing room I hear someone snicker softly. I slowly lift my head up and turn towards the sound in confusion. Johnathan Bailey, who is playing my older brother Taylor in the film, is smirking at me as he walks over towards me. I raise my right eyebrow, silently asking him what he was laughing at. “What did those poor boots do to you?” he asks, pointing at my character’s “dirty” work boots. “What? Nothing, why?” I ask, feeling like an idiot for not understanding what he is referring to. His smirk never leaves his face as he leans onto the wall next to my dressing room door.
I was so close to making it into the privacy of my room and checking my phone before getting ready for whatever scene is next; yet, here we are. I just stare at him in response. I don’t have the energy or motivation left in me to joke back even if I knew what he was talking about. I also don’t want to be rude so I make sure my face is relaxed and not snarky as I stare at him. He scoffs teasingly and smiles “Y/N, you were dragging your feet so much down the hallway that I’m shocked there’s not a hole in the tip of the boots”. This makes my eyes go wide, I hadn’t realized my disappointment was manifesting through visible behaviors.
“Oh, oops… I’m just tired, that scene took a lot out of me today” I say, only partially lying. “It was a tough scene” he agrees, seemingly recalling his character and my character at their father’s funeral. “But, I think it had more to do with what didn’t happen” he says smirking again. “JB, I’m not sure what you’re referencing but I’m feeling a bit tired so I’m going to go get some caffeine from my dressing room before heading to hair and makeup” I say, trying to escape what I know he is referencing. “Y/N, you know you don’t have to lie to me about..” he pauses, looking around to make sure no one is listening, “your feelings for him. You already told me last week” he reminds me.
I nod, still regretting not being able to lie well enough to get through his accusations last Friday. I realize now had I approached my response as an acting exercise instead of a conversation, I probably would have been better at keeping my secret from him. “Fine, I’ll elaborate” he adds when I’m silent. “You’re upset because he wasn’t watching your scene like you two lovebirds normally do for each other, yes?” He asks. I glare at him as he says lovebirds knowing full well that’s not what we are. “I’m not upset. I’m…. disappointed” I correct him, placing my hand on the doorknob to my dressing room. “You know that doesn’t mean he doesn’t reciprocate your feelings. I’m not saying I know how he feels, but this doesn’t mean he doesn’t like you back” he says, hoping to cheer me up a bit. However, all my brain decides to hold onto is the “he doesn’t like you back” portion of his response. I force a soft smile and nod. I mumble a quiet thank you and step into my room and close the door behind me as I feel my eyes well up.
Before I have time to get myself together all the way, I see I only have five minutes left before I need to be at hair and makeup. Cursing to myself, I squeeze my eyes shut hoping to stop the tears quickly so I can leave my room in an acceptable shape. This does nothing to stop the tears and I’m getting more upset as I think about how everyone will begin watching me closely to see why I’m crying and I can’t risk them knowing. All this does though is make it worse. I quickly push off my couch and over to the sink to splash my face with cold water.
Just as I’m flinching from the freezing water hitting my face, I hear someone knock softly before opening my door. I don’t look up, expecting Johnathan. “Hey Y/N/N, is it okay if we- … wait, are you okay?” I hear Tom’s voice ask tenderly as I hear him walk my way. I bite my lip and turn off the water, trying to nod my head slowly as to not shake water everywhere like a wet dog. “Are you sure darling?” He asks kindly, placing a hand on my back, causing me to stiffen my body. Tom notices and quickly removes his hand. I turn to face him and see what appears to be concern, sadness, and… disappointment? taking over his facial expression.
I offer him a kind smile as I dab my face with the hand towel. “I’m okay Tom, just been a long day” I say, setting the towel down. He nods looking down at our feet as he says “okay, if you’re sure. I-I didn’t mean to scare you or overstep by touching your back”. Is that what the disappointed look he had was about? I shake my head both in response to him and to clear my head of those thoughts. “You didn’t!” I say, way too quickly. However, he doesn’t seem to mind as his head snaps up and makes eye contact with me, a small smile reappearing on his unfairly handsome face. “Oh good” he says, a slight red tint peaking through the special-FX makeup of ‘dirt’ smeared on his face. I smile back at him, feeling a bit better about my day just by being with him again.
“You said your day was long, why is that?” he asks, placing his arm on my bicep while keeping eye contact as he blinks softly at me. How are his eyelashes so long?! I quickly squeeze my eyes shut and force them back open just as quickly to get myself to focus on the conversation and not how close we are right now. I can practically feel his breath on my face as he patiently waits for my answer. “Ohhh… ummm… just the scene earlier.. mostly” I say, unable to blatantly lie to him. He sighs tenderly and frowns “I’m sorry y/n/n. I know that scene was an emotional one. If it helps, you were killing it. Crap! Bad choice of words” he says, cringing as I giggle softly. He perks back up at that and continues “You were doing smashingly earlier love! Seeing your tears and raw emotion made my eyes water even though I knew it was coming” he says, his cheeks turning a soft shade of red again.
I grin widely at him, “wait, you watched me shoot the scene?!” He tilts his head slightly to the side as he raises his disheveled eyebrow, “I always do that. I love watching you act. Why wouldn’t I do that today?” I shake my head softly, “thank you Tommy” he blushes again at my nickname for him, “I just didn’t see you when we ended the scene so I figured you chose not to watch today is all”. He straightens his head as his mouth opens into the shape of an O. He sighs and moves his hand off of my arm and down to grab my hand in his leads me to the couch.
I follow behind him without hesitation, feeling the sensation of a spiraling ocean wave in my chest again. I watch as he sits down and softly tugs on my hand to signal he wants me to join him. I smile and nod before sitting down next to him, our hands still intertwined. I place my head on his shoulder and feel him turn his head slightly to rest his cheek gently on the side of my head. We both stay silent for a few minutes, breathing in tune with each other. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for the last few takes” he whispers, hoping not to break the tranquility. “You don’t need to apologize for that” I rebut just as quietly. “I do, I should’ve been there. If it helps, I wanted to be there” he sighs “but Lizzie needed me in costuming to finish that” he says, raising his leg into the air in front of us. Only now do I see the faux cast on his leg. I lift my head with a start in realization as to what that means.
He quickly shifts on the couch, dropping my hand so he can face me, “what’s wrong?”. “We’re shooting that scene today?” I ask, my voice wavering slightly. He nods tentatively, “we are darling. Max finally decided… what’s wrong with that?”. I take a shaky breath as I try to regulate my emotions, “just already emotional” I admit. He takes my hand again, holding it in his lap this time as he sits with his non-cast-covered leg bent towards him between us on the couch. “Y/n, I’ll be with you the whole time. We can both be emotional together this time. I won’t leave you alone, I promise you that” he says, causing me to have to take another shaky breath, for a different reason this time.
I bite my lip and watch as his eyes flicker down to my lips. “Deal, thank you Tommy. I don’t deserve you” I tell him blushing. He shakes his head rapidly and looks flustered before his eyes finally meet mine again instead of focusing on my lips. “You deserve the world y/n/n” he says as his eyes flicker back down to my lips and I find my eyes doing the same to him. I have to be blushing like an absolute idiot at this point but when he shifts his leg out of the way as he scoots closer to me, I no longer care. All I care about is him and this moment before us. He takes my chin in the palm of his hand as he slowly lifts his eyes back to mine. If I wasn’t feeling so lightheaded right now I would think he was silently asking me if he could kiss me. Before I can decide how to react, there is a loud knock on my door causing us both to stumble apart awkwardly.
“Y/N!” I hear someone yell through the door. I clear my throat as quietly as I can so my voice doesn’t break as I respond, “yes?”. “You’re late to hair and makeup! Is Tom in there by chance?” they ask in frustration. “Oh crap” I say as Tom also curses under his breath as we both turn to the wall clock and see it is way past time to be ready. “Yes he is” I say, mouthing sorry to him, as I don’t see a way out of it. He rubs the back of his neck and laughs softly as he shrugs. “We were just going over the scene” I add, hoping it helps. Tom stands up and holds his hand out to help me up. I smile and take it as I stand up next to him. “We’re coming” Tom says and we can hear the assistant walking off. I let out a sigh of relief that we’re not getting yelled at and we both laugh and look over at each other. “We uhh… should probably head to Natalie and Chris” he says, looking down. I smile at how he has managed to learn everyone’s name on set, including my makeup artist. “Probably” I say, instinctively squeezing his hand as I lead us in-hand towards the hallway. I don’t feel like letting go of his hand as we walk in silence but Tom doesn’t seem to mind.
“Okay, I know we’re all tired, but let’s run it again. More emotion this time!” Max shouts as he points at something on his clipboard while his assistant nods. I sigh to myself and run my hands down the front of my character’s dress. Tom notices and wipes his eyes as he steps closer. “I know” he sighs, taking my hand. I press my lips together in tension as I try to clear my mind. He opens his mouth to say something else when Max’s microphone’s connection beep interrupts him as Max begins to go on about how Tom needs to not look away from me my character during the most tense part of the scene, which ironically causes Tom to blush and look down. I get why he’s not looking at my character during that part, he’s trying not to get too wrapped up in the emotions of the scene.
“Hey, just focus on me” I whisper, squeezing his hand comfortingly. He looks back up at me and gives me a grateful smile. “And y/n, remember this is the first time Alissa is seeing her lost love Shawn in years. From the top!” Max adds and I nod at Tom. He smiles and lets go of my hand reluctantly as he makes his way to his starting point. I take a deep breath and turn my back to him to start the scene. “Alissa!” Tom Shawn yells as my back is to him. Johnathan’s character Taylor grabs my Alissa’s shoulders to turn me towards him as I’m supposed to be frozen in shock at hearing his voice. “S-Shawn? Is that y-y-you?” I ask, as I my character takes in the bruised eye and broken leg of the man she loves. Tom nods rapidly as he his character sprints to me.
I allow the tears to fill my eyes as I take a shaky grip of his arms. “It’s me, my dear” he says, eyes tearing up as well. “You look just as beautiful as when I left” he says as his eyes trail my body. I quickly pull him into my arms and he wraps his arms around my back. “I love you” Tom tells me. No! Tells my character, not me, crap this is getting harder after today’s event in my dressing room.
I pull back slowly as I look over his body again, “a-are you okay?”. He wipes the underside of his nose and smiles widely, “the best I’ve been in years”. While I repeatedly tell myself it is just his line, the way he is saying it feels like he is saying it to me, not my character. “And, this doesn’t hurt” I ask, reaching up and gently brushing his busted lip with my thumb; happy to have an excuse to look at his lips. He shakes his head, and although not scripted, his eyes lower to my lips again.
I look up at him and instead of saying my next line, I cup his face in my hands and stare at him as we both are still gently crying. Tom wraps his arm behind my lower back again and pulls me closer to him before he softly pressed his lips to mine. I let out an involuntary small gasp causing him to begin to stop but, not wanting the improved scene we created to end, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back.
We stay like that, arms around one another as tears stream down our faces as our lips dance, for what seems like a lifetime and yet not nearly long enough at the same time. The feeling that was once a spiraling ocean wave now seems to have crested and crashed onto a warm shore where the heat is so strong I can feel it fill my lungs. When we simultaneously pull apart but maintain eye contact, there is suddenly loud applause. “That’s what I’m looking for! That’s a wrap for today” Max cheers causing me to blush as I realize what just happened and how many eyes are on us.
I can feel myself wanting to cry as I take in the fact that while Max enjoyed the scene, I just messed up whatever friendship Tom and I might have had. Sure he kissed me. Well, he kissed my character. But, I started the improved section of the scene and took it that direction. He was simply following suit so I didn’t look like a fool. After all, he said he was going to be there for me with this scene. I stumble backwards as my legs don’t seem to be responding well to my brain screaming at them to bolt off set. “Y/n?” Tom asks, reaching for me.
“I-I…” I stutter before my legs finally catch up with my brain and I speed off the set and to my dressing room. I quickly shut the door behind me and sit on the couch, resting my head in my hands as I let myself truly cry for the first time today. “Y/N, c-can I come in please?” I hear Tom whisper from outside my dressing room. Not wanting to further ruin what we have, I mumble a yes without changing my position. I hear the door creek open and then hear Tom take a shaky breath. “Fuck love, I’m such a div!” he scolds himself as he mutters other things under his breath.
“What?” I mumble into my hands. “Div, it is British slang for idiot” he explains and I see his shoes line up in front of mine as I look through my hands as the floor. I sniffle and lift my head off my hands and notice he is now half kneeling, half squatting, in front of me, his hair disheveled as if he was running his hands through it harshly. “No, not that. I hear you calling your brother Harry that all the time, I pieced together what it meant” I say with a hollow laugh in an attempt to distract him from my tear stained face. “I meant why are you calling yourself that?” I ask, looking down at him as he continues squatting in front of my knees.
He sighs and closes his eyes for a moment, “okay, here it goes”. “Y/N I’m so terribly sorry if I upset you by kissing you just now. I clearly have not been handling myself the best lately and to be honest, it is because as I get to know you more I find myself falling for you more and more. That doesn’t excuse me kissing you when it was not scripted and I had not asked if you were okay with it. Truly I didn’t mean to hurt you by doing that. It is just after our conversation in here earlier today I thought maybe you liked me back and I let myself go and acted on my feelings. If you can forgive me darling, I swear I will do whatever it takes to be friends with you again. I can handle having nothing more than that, but I cannot fathom losing you entirely” Tom rambles causing me to tear up all over again.
“T-Tommy. I,” I sniffle, “I wasn’t upset because you kissed me. I was upset because I thought it was just an improv move to you when it meant far more than that to me as I’ve been falling for you too; so I was crushed”. Tom’s eyes widen and I notice he was tearing up slightly as well. “You.. you like me too?” He asks, seeming surprised. Knowing his feelings for me, I suddenly feel much more confident. Therefore, I slide down the couch to land on my knees in front of his crouched form and pull his lips to mine. I feel him smile into the kiss as he respectfully wraps his arms around my waist and brings us closer together. “Is that a sufficient answer?” I smirk as we pull away before biting my lip.
“To that question, yes. However, I have another one to ask” he says, standing up. I nod, encouraging him to continue. He holds his hand out towards me, gently helping me to my feet. “Will you go out with me?” Tom asks, a huge grin on his face.
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I hope you guys enjoyed it!!! -Jahayla
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Everybody wants a taste l LN4
a/n: i am in an urgent need of writing ideas I've had for MONTHS so brace yourselves I guess?? also the title ofc is from pop anthem jealous by nick Jonas.
i am also very very very stressed waiting for the standing start.
pairing: Lando Norris x actress!reader
this is angst. and some tom holland after this poll results <3
summary: Lando had never been the jealous kind, but after seeing you with many co-stars, he reaches his limit. and his girlfriend doesn't like it.
No one would ever know Lando Norris' was reaching his limit as he stood on the sidelines of another press junket for his girlfriend's new movie: a coming of age movie that already was creating awards season buzz, and God was he proud of her, having witnessed the ten minute standing ovation she received during Cannes.
But of course the limelight wasn't only on her. No, it was on him.
Lando remembers when he was asked who he'd want to portray him if they ever did a biopic and he didn't hesitate: Tom Holland. There could be some similarities between the two, both British, chestnut curls, but now Lando's skin crawled just from hearing the name.
He had dealt with different co-stars during the almost two years of relationship; he'd seen her kiss them, fight with them, fall in love with them, but this was different, he never had to witness her naked skin pressed against someone else, placing her body on top of his, pretended noises he knew weren't real and authentic, but still, they were supposed to be just for him. All for the sake of making a point of her character being an adult now, some shit about an epiphany of being able to take control of her own life, make decisions about her body, and whatever the screenwriters wanted to portray.
And of course Lando didn't help himself.
user1: God has favorites, just check y/n having fake sex w tom holland and real sex w lando norris
user2: no but y/n and tom??? such a hot couple I NEED it to happen
user3: and what are you gonna do with lando and zendaya? lol
user2: idc I just want y/n and tom to be a thing
And that was just the beginning, before the movie had even dropped, because the day of the premiere? Everything went wrong.
Sunny Los Angeles had welcomed you and Lando after landing from London, paparazzi eagerly waiting for the arrival at LAX, catching the perfect pictures of Lando placing you in front of him, holding your hand tightly and doing his best to shield your body from prying eyes who just wanted a couple of dollars.
Despite being jet lagged after spending a couple of days in your home in Monaco, there wasn't much time to catch a break because the moment the two of you set foot on the Beverly Hills Hotel, they barely let you take a shower before giving some nice, fluffy robes. Lando was first, out of nowhere two people were working on his hair while the other was applying some kind of serums and creams on his face, but he didn't care when it was time for another team to start working on you; Lando was mesmerized by the way your hair perfectly framed your face, the natural glow of your skin, the deep red of your lips.
"I don't like being so separated," Lando pouted, walking towards your seat, earning a giggle from you because he looked so funny and cozy with the big robe.
"There's not much we can do, baby. I can barely move," You searched for his eyes and that was when Lando got the idea. The hair stylists gasped when the racer sat down on the floor, circling his arms around one of your legs and resting his cheek on your thigh. "Oh, you're willing to be told off by the make up artists as well?" You asked him but your insides were dancing all over the place, your fingers quickly finding their place on his curls.
Neither of you noticed a Vogue photographer capturing the scene, with Lando's eyes closed and cheek smushed, with his arms secured around your leg, but neither realized representatives for Armani had walked in carrying Lando's tux and your body-hugging black velvet gown.
So far so good. A picture perfect young couple who loved each other very much and had photographers swooning by the way Lando fixes your earring and checks for lipstick on your teeth, and how you make sure his bow tie is leveled.
But then, they get to the red carpet.
It was an elegant affair, but still full of people and before he realized, the red carpet manager was separating you from him for an alone photo call before the one and only Tom Holland got there, cheerfully greeting you in front of the cameras, throwing a couple of jokes to make you laugh as he placed his hand on your back.
This was a nightmare, having to listen to people say how cute the two of you looked, a perfect on and off screen pair, chemistry on and off the screen, both your names already on the shortlist for the Oscars.
Lando's skin was starting to crawl, and it didn't help that he had to re watch the scenes haunting his mind, but this time it was out for the entire world to see, and it didn't take long for his latest instagram post to be flooded of vile comments.
when are you getting replaced by tom holland??
now tom holland can play you in movie and y/n plays herself, nothing changes lmao
lando control ur woman!!!
lucky man, she sounds so pretty I almost had to leave the theatre
lando honey you can leave her I'd never do that to you
And Lando knows he shouldn't, but when your hand reaches for his when the night ends, he pretends to look for his phone; when you try to fix a messy curl, he moves his head out of your reach.
and you know your boyfriend too well.
"Baby, are you okay?" You ask him once you reach the shared hotel room.
Lando lets out a dry chuckle, but too aware of his throat closing. "Why wouldn't I be?"
But you weren't having it, not today, not on your big day, not when you just wanted rest your head on his chest and fall asleep with his arms wrapped around your frame.
"I don't know, you tell me, you're the one acting weird,"
"I am not," Lando argued, trying to take deeper breath, but failing miserably.
"Okay Lando, whatever, I don't care. You can be selfish during a very important day for me for all I care,"
Those words struck a nerve: "Me? Selfish? Are you fucking kidding me?" Now you could see his cheeks flushing, maybe even his neck gaining some red color.
You wanted to be scared, to walk away and let him cool off any unwanted feeling or thought on his head, but you couldn't.
"No, I'm not. Please illustrate me as to what happened to put you in this insufferable mood," You argued back and watched as Lando's mouth opened and closed as he undid the cuffs from his shirt, threw the suit jacket on the leather sofa and threw away the bow tie, all in just a couple of seconds.
"Am I not allowed to be upset to watch him all over you, having to look at the both of you acting like the best of friends or lovers for all I care, and then have to watch on this fucking enormous screen how you kiss him and touch him," Lando spat the words as if they were venom; he could feel his throat closing
Your eyes widened in disbelief, your brain not processing Lando's words. "Lando, you are not making any sense. Are you listening to yourself?" You were careful not to raise your voice, knowing he wasn't in a clear space of mind, but you blood was running hot too after processing what he was implying.
"Yes, I am. (Y/N), baby, I'm tired of having to watch you making out with a different guy every a couple of months, it is so tiring, and I understand that this is your job, but..." Lando was about to continue but was stopped by you, messily taking off the heavy velvet dress and heels, putting on the first pair of jeans and oversized sweater you found. "What are you doing?"
"I don't want to listen to you anymore. You are ridiculous, Lando. You're talking about my job, my career, that I've worked my ass off, and never in a million years I thought you'd be telling me this bullshit! I'm not going to entertain this, so if you can't deal with this anymore, please let me know so that I can move on," this time your throat tightened, the last words coming out broken and choked, emotions fighting to make their way; from anger to utter sadness.
"Where are you going?" Lando didn't know if he was angry with you, disappointed in himself, maybe a mix of both as he watched you grab the Chanel black backpack.
"I don't know, but let me know if you can do this or what,"
You were sure those were the last words of the unforeseen argument, but as you were grabbing the card key of the room, Lando opened his mouth.
"Maybe you can go with Tom, everyone wants you two together anyway."
Of course he needed to get the last words.
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Who'd You Rather
tom holland x reader
summary: if there's one thing Ellen is known for, it's exposing secret relationships
a/n: this was written so quickly and not proof-read. also, i picked Ellen because if anyone would do this, it would be her lol
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July 2019
"So Y/N, are you currently dating anyone?" asks Ellen, taking a sip from her mug.
You shake your head.
"Not currently, no."
Ellen nods.
"Well, please don't worry anymore. We're going to help you find someone in a little game we like to call Who'd You Rather?"
"Oh God," you laugh, twisting slightly in your seat to glare at your manager for agreeing to this who laughed and poked her tongue out at you.
"So all you need to do is look at the photos I show you and pick between these two options, alright?"
"Okay, if you insist." you roll your eyes, facing the large screen.
"I do. So to start off, Timothee Chalamet or Dylan O'Brien?"
"Oh, wow," you laugh. "Starting off strong. Well, I was an absolute hoe for Maze Runner when it came out so I have to pick Dylan. Plus, I know Timothee better so it would be kinda awkward if I chose him."
The picture of Timothee fades away and is replaced by a new photo.
"Dylan O'Brien or Harry Styles?"
"Harry fucking Styles." you say without hesitation and the audience cheers. Ellen nods.
"Harry Styles or Florence Pugh?"
You bury your head in your hands.
"How could you ask me that, Ellen? That's like asking someone to pick between cookie dough and mint chip ice cream! Impossible."
Ellen mimes tapping at her watch and tuts at you.
"Time's ticking, Y/N. Make your choice."
You sigh.
"It's absolutely Florence then. Sorry, Harry."
"Florence pugh or Chris Evans?" Ellen asks.
"Flo."
Ellen's eyes gleam as she quickly reads the next pair of names, rubbing her hands together in a comically evil fashion.
"Florence Pugh or Tom Holland?"
You slide down on your chair, laughing and covering your face with your hands.
"Ellen!" you shriek. "I've just come off my second movie co-starring with Tom and he's literally my best friend. You can't ask me this!"
Ellen grins.
"Florence Pugh or Tom Holland?" she repeats.
You pout at the camera.
"Flo, I am so sorry. Please still be my friend. I pick Tom."
The crowd roars in approval and you wave a hand at them, laughing.
"Shhhh, guys."
"Tom Holland or Jake Gyllenhaal?" asks Ellen.
"Tom Holland."
"Tom Holland or Hailee Steinfeld?"
"Tom Holland."
"Tom Holland or Niall Horan?"
You hesitate, biting your lip as Tom's frozen grin stares down at you from the photo.
"I…fuck. Tom?" you say, almost as a question.
"So it's Tom?" Ellen grins. "Speak now or forever hold your peace."
You nod, sitting up straight and crossing your legs.
"It's Tom."
Ellen stares straight into the camera as an assistant signals an upcoming ad break. She rests one hand on your shoulder as she addresses the audience.
"Tom Holland, you'd better act quickly. Y/N is currently sitting by her phone, waiting for your call. Don't mess this up."
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April 2021
You relax into the plush cushion of the chair on Ellen's set once again. You are paying attention, sort of. You nod and laugh in all the right places, offering stories and jokes when needed but your mind is miles away. Ellen can pick up on this and she shifts in her seat.
"Y/N." she says, holding eye contact. "Can I have your phone please?"
Your eyes widen as you reach into the pocket of your oversized blazer, following her request and placing the unlocked device in Ellen's waiting hand.
"I wonder," she says out loud, "who we can get to answer your call?"
"Oh God," you laugh, covering your face. "If no one picks up I'll be so embarrassed."
"The Watermelon Man?" Ellen questions, reading off of the screen. "Shall we call the Watermelon Man, whoever that is?"
You cover your face, laughing.
"Jesus. If Harry Styles doesn't pick up I think I'll throw myself off a cliff."
The phone rings three times before a voice rings out from a noisy background.
"Y/N! How are you?" laughs Harry. "This is a surprise, I have to admit."
"Harry!" you call out, before he can say anything else. "Ellen's hijacked my phone and started ringing people, I'm so sorry."
"Oh, she has?" Harry asks mischievously. "I'll make sure not to mention anything about our upcoming collaboration then…" he trails off and you can practically hear him winking through the phone as he hangs up.
"That absolute fucker," you laugh, rolling your eyes at his spoiler as Ellen is already scrolling through your contacts list again.
"Oh!" she exclaims, eyes bright. "Y/N, I thought you told us you weren't dating anyone? May I ask who 'My Darling 💖' is?"
You freeze on the spot, mouth drying out as you blink at Ellen, desperately trying to jump start your brain into snatching the phone back. You glance over at your manager who is sat stock still, just as shocked as you are.
The phone rings five times and you breathe a sigh of relief. It's 3AM in London right now, he's not going to pick up.
Just as you've collected your heart off of the floor and smoothed your hair down, ready to make a self deprecating joke about this mystery person not picking up, there's a pause and the a collective gasp from the audience as the phone connects.
"Hello my love, is everything alright?" asks Tom in his groggy, raspy morning voice.
Ellen's jaw hits the floor so quickly you're shocked it doesn't fall off entirely.
tysm for reading! reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3
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Hutcherson
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Synopsis: Tom gets jealous over your former co-star, Josh Hutcherson
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“Aw! Look what’s on.” You gasped when one of your old movies come up on the TV.
“Is this Bridge to Terebithia?” Tom asked and sat beside you on the couch.
“Yeah. I haven’t seen this in forever. You wanna watch it?”
“You mean do I want to watch you as a child drown in a creek?” Tom chuckled and pulled a blanket over the two of you.
“Come on. They don’t even show that part.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “And it’s not me drowning. It’s Leslie.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better? Because I like Leslie way more than you.” Tom smiled teasingly.
“Shut up.” You playfully smacked his chest before resting your head on his shoulder. He chuckled to himself and rested his head on top of yours as the movie played.
“You know the last time I watched this, I cried so hard my period came.” You told Tom, making him snort with laughter.
“I’m so glad I know that about you. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” You chuckled and snuggled into his neck. You watched the movie for a few minutes in comfortable silence as the memories of filming came back to you one by one.
“I can’t believe this came out 15 years ago. It feels like the premier was yesterday.” You said as you watched your younger self beat a bunch of boys in a playground race.
“You never forget your first movie.”
“Yeah.” You sighed happily. “Or your first love.”
The childhood nostalgia halted to an abrupt stop when Tom registered what he had just heard you say. He lifted his head off of yours so that he could look at you.
“Your first what now?”
“Josh and I dated while we filmed. I told you that, remember?” You laughed and looked at him.
“Yeah, but you were like 13, right? That’s not dating. And it’s definitely not love.” He laughed nervously and hoped you’d agree.
“It was love for what I knew it to be at the time. I remember how I felt about him back then. And I remember it as love.” You shrugged and put your head back down on his shoulder. Tom sat there frozen for a moment as he processed that he wasn’t your first love. He knew he was your first serous relationship so he had always assumed he was the first person you ever loved. But as 14 year old Josh Hutcherson stared at him through his screen, he realized he had competition.
“Oh.” Tom said in an unnatural tone, making you sit up.
“Oh what?”
“Nothing. Let’s just watch the movie.” Tom brushed it off and settled back into the couch. You thought he was fine but once you heard him grumbling something under his breath, you knew you had a problem.
“Tommy.” You said pointedly as you sat up straight again.
“Yes?” He asked innocently.
“Are you seriously pouting because I loved a boy before you?” You chuckled and rubbed his cheek with your thumb.
“What? Psh. No.” Tom scuffed. “I don’t care. You were 13.”
You accepted his answer and settled back into the couch to watch the movie.
“13 and in love with a boy before me.” He mumbled under his breath.
“What was that?” You say up again.
“Nothing.” He said quickly.
Tom got through the rest of the movie and by the time he went to bed, he had forgotten all about Josh. But when we walked into the kitchen the next morning and saw you scrolling through something on your phone, he knew trouble was near.
“Isn’t it funny that Josh’s character is named Jess and Zooey Dechanel is also in the movie and she plays Jess in New Girl? And then in New Girl, Jess says “I might as well call you Bridge to Terebithia because you make kids cry.”? When she was literally in Bridge to Terebithia?”
“Yeah. Isn’t Josh just so funny? So funny and the first boy you ever loved.” Tom said with a huge smile that you knew was fake.
“Is this gonna be a thing?” You sighed and put your phone down.
“It’s not gonna be a thing. I’m only kidding. I’m done now.” Tom replied and you actually believed him. He started to make his tea for a minute before turning to face you.
“I just think it’s funny how-“
“Oh my God.” You cut him off with a groan.
“As I was saying.” He said once you stopped groaning. “I just think it’s funny that the movie ended last night but you’re still thinking about Josh.”
“I’m not thinking about Josh. You know I like to look up the cast and crew of everything I watch. I was just going through the IMDB and remembered that scene from New Girl. That’s all.” You said quietly and started to leave the room. Tom felt bad for being so sassy and ran to catch up with you.
“Wait, darling. I’m sorry.” He said and put his hands on your shoulders to get you to look at him.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I’m being jealous and dumb. He was your love when you were 13. I have no reason to be jealous. I’ll stop.”
“That’s right. You have literally 0 reason to be jealous.” You poked his chest as a smile tugged at your lips.
“I know. And it’s not like I’ll ever have to think about it again.” Tom smiled as well now that he had gotten it all off his chest.
“Yeah. Let’s just agree never to bring it up again.”
“Agreed. Never again.”
A couple of minutes of silence went by before Tom was right back at it.
“So how did you crazy kids get together anyway?” Tom asked with another huge, eerie smile.
“What happened to not talking about it?” You groaned.
“I just need to get this out of my system so that it stops bothering me.” Tom whined. “Like when you would watch a scary movie as a kid and afterwards couldn’t sleep without a nightlight or go to the bathroom at night because you were scared and the only way to get over it was to rewatch the movie.”
“You’re comparing me liking a boy ten years before I met you to a scary movie?” You folded your arms and gave him a long look.
“Not a boy you liked. A boy you loved. And you know I emote in strange ways.”
“Tom, I’m not feeding into your weird little jealousy fantasy thing you got going on right now. I’m not doing it.” You shook your head and walked out of the room.
“Please? Just answer a few questions and I promise, I’ll drop it forever.” Tom pleaded and followed after you into the living room.
“Oh my God. Fine. But then we are dropping this forever, okay?”
“Yes. I swear.”
“Then what do you want to know?”
“Just a couple things.” Tom said as he pulled a long, hand written list out of his pocket.
“Oh my God.” You sighed and buried your face in your hands.
“First, how did you guys get together?” He read from the top of his list. You rolled your eyes to the ceiling but he gave you a pleading pout, so you gave in.
“Well all my scenes were with him so we got close really fast. And I don’t know, something about running around with him in the forest made me fall in love.” You shrugged and folded your arms.
“Did you ever kiss him?” Tom asked as he checked off the first question.
“Obviously.” You chuckled. “He was my first kiss.”
“Right. Obviously.” Tom mimicked your chuckling before giving you a dirty look. You laughed at his antics and threw a pillow at his head.
“Tell me about the kiss.” He laughed and threw the pillow back.
“You want to know about the greatest kiss of my life?” You said in a dramatic voice as you clutched your heart.
“What? You don’t consider me the greatest kiss of your life?” Tom pretended to be offended and threw more pillows at you.
“I’m just kidding. You’re so easy to mess with.” You laughed as you caught one of the pillows.
“Just tell me.” He whined and stamped his feet.
“Fine. You want to know? I was on set when he was filming the scene where he finds out I died. After he wrapped, he ran to give me a hug and told me he’d be sad if he ever lost me for real. Then he kissed me. It was the first time I was ever kissed.”
“How cute.” Tom said through gritted teeth.
“You’re the one who wanted to know.” You laughed at him and threw another pillow. This time, the pillow landed on the remote and the last thing you had been watching came up on the television. Tom’s attention was caught by the forrest that was now on the screen.
“What’s this?” He asked and picked up the remote to raise the volume.
“Oh, uh, I was watching TV before you got up.” You said in a weak voice.
“Are you watching National Geographic without me again?” Tom gasped when he saw that you were suddenly nervous.
“No.” You gulped. “It’s actually-“
“The Hunger Games?!” Tom practically screamed when the camera panned to Katniss Everdeen shooting something with an arrow. You covered your face in shame while Tom looked at you as if you had just murdered someone in front of him.
“Tom, listen.” You began.
“You were watching The Hunger Games starring teen heartthrob Josh Hutcherson?” Tom asked and pointed to the screen.
“Well I started thinking about Josh last night after your little interrogation-“
“Oh. So you were thinking about your ex boyfriend last night? While in bed next to me?” Tom asked sassily and put his hands on his hips.
“I wasn’t thinking about my “ex boyfriend”. We dated when we were 13. He doesn’t really count as a boyfriend.”
“But he does count as your first love?”
“To me, yes. I loved him for what I knew love to be at 13 years old. I told you this.”
“Yeah. I remember.” Tom said and pointed to the screen again. You looked at the screen and saw Peeta with his face painted so that he camouflaged into the ground.
“I really can’t have this fight while Peeta looks like Mount Rushmore.” You said out of the corner of your mouth.
“I don’t see why not. Since apparently, you spent all night thinking about Mount Rushmore.”
“Oh my God. If you let me finish before, I was gonna say that I was thinking about Josh after we watched the movie last night which naturally led me to start thinking about The Hunger Games because if I’m honest Tom, if I’m really fucking honest, I love the Hunger Games. I think it was a fantastic series and I miss that time period of the press tours and the new movies coming out. So when I sat down to watch something this morning and it came up in my suggestions, I clicked on it. Not because I’m still in love with Josh, but because I really, really love The Hunger Games.”
“Well damn.” Tom whispered. “You didn’t take a breath that whole sentence.”
“Can we drop it now?” You asked hopefully.
“Fine.” Tom mumbled. You smiled in satisfaction, kissed his cheek, and then left the room.
“Never.” He whispered once you were gone.
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As a part of the press tour you were on for your upcoming movie, you and Tom were invited by LadBible to do a couples video. You took turns asking each other questions about your relationship in front of the camera.
“Next question. Who made the first move?” You read off the slip of paper you had pulled from the bowl on the table.
“I did. Though I don’t think you realized it was me making a move.” Tom chuckled.
“That’s because your move was asking me if I preferred pink lemonade or regular lemonade. Then you had pink lemonade at your house the first time you invited me over for a party. And proceeded to offer it to me 100 times.” You laughed at the memory and patted his hand.
“It wasn’t subtle but it was smooth.” He shrugged and you nodded in agreement.
“Aw. This one’s cute. Who was your first love?” You asked as you pulled the next question out of the bowl.
“You were.” Tom answered. “My first and only love. Which is king of crazy to think about. I’ve loved you since I was 19.”
“Damn. If we met just one year earlier, we could’ve been dancing to 18 by One Direction at our wedding.” You clicked your tongue.
“It’s okay. We’ll find another song.” He chuckled and squeezed your hand.
“I already have. It’s Little Things by One Direction.” You smiled and looked into the camera.
“Or Girl Almighty.” Tom suggested.
“No. Never Girl Almighty. It makes 0 sense.” You laughed and shook your head.
“What about, “your light is as light as as many ambulances as it takes to save a savior”, doesn’t make sense to you?”
“What does any of that mean?” You asked through a laugh.
“Fine. It can be Little Things. Even though that whole song is basically just calling the girl fat.” Tom joked, making you playfully roll your eyes as you got the next question out of the bowl.
“Next question, who said-“
“Y/n, you didn’t answer the last question.” One of the producers called from behind the camera.
“Oh, uh.” You smiled nervously and felt a momentary sense of dread. You looked over at Tom to see if he had realized what you were about to bring up again, but he seemed perfectly fine.
“My first love was my costar Josh Hutcherson. Back when we were 13.” You said and quickly looked at Tom to see his reaction.
“Aw. Your Jesse.” Tom said with a smile.
“Yeah. My Jesse.” You smiled in relief and picked up the piece of paper again.
“Next question, who said I love you first?” You read off to move the conversation along.
The topic seemed to be dropped after that interview, much to your relief. You managed to completely forget about it until you were at an event to promote your upcoming movie. Tom stood behind you with an arm around your waist as you spoke to a journalist.
“I learned something new about you in your recent video with LadBible. I didn’t know that your first love was Josh Hutcherson.” The journalist said before pointing the microphone at you. You felt Tom tense up behind you so you leaned into him.
“Oh, yeah.” You laughed nervously. “I think he was the first love for a lot of girls who grew up watching him. I definitely had a crush on him from seeing him in Zathura and RV. Then I just got lucky to have him play the Jesse to my Leslie.”
“Do you keep in contact with him?” The interviewer asked. You gulped and wished she’d drop this topic before it became a thing on the internet.
“I do. He and I catch up over text every now and then. I haven’t seen him in a few years though.” You answered and hoped that would be the end of it.
“Maybe the two of you can reunite for a sequel to Bride to Terebithia.” She said into her microphone, making you laugh in surprise.
“I get the feeling you haven’t seen the movie.” You said skeptically.
“I don’t think I have, actually.”
“I thought so. Things didn’t end too well for my character. But maybe if I come back as a ghost, we could make a part two.” You shrugged and she seemed satisfied with your answer.
“Would you be down to work with him again?” She asked just when you thought the conversation was over.
“Oh, absolutely. I’d honestly really love to act along side him again. He was such a giving actor when we were 13 and from what I’ve seen, he’s only grown from there. I think it would be really interesting to see how our chemistry and acting styles have evolved now that we’re older.” You answered.
“I’m sure a lot of people would love to see that.”
“Not all people.” Tom mumbled.
“That’s good for me. Thanks for stopping by.” The journalist shook your hand before sending you on your way.
Just as you feared, instead of anyone talking about the movie you were promoting, all the headlines were filled with you and Josh Hutcherson. The internet was ablaze with rumors about the two of you.
You went to the premier of the your movie with every intention of dodging any and every Josh related question. Tom had the same hope as he joined your side on the red carpet. Tom could see the end of the red carpet and sighed in relief that you’d managed to walk the whole thing without any questions about Josh. Before the two of you could walk off, you heard a familiar voice.
“Y/n?” It called, making you turn around. Tom turned as well, smile dropping instantly when his eyes landed on the one and only Josh Hutcherson.
“Josh!” You broke into a smile before running into his arms. Tom watched in slow motion as Josh lifted you off the ground and spun you in a circle.
“You have got to be kidding me.” Tom mumbled under his breath as photographers pushed each other out of the way to get pictures of you and Josh. Tom couldn’t hear what you and Josh were saying to each other over the sound of the cameras flashing. But when he saw you throw your head back laughing at something Josh said, he was quick to join your side.
“Hey, you. Thought I lost you for a second there.” Tom forced a laugh and wrapped an arm around you.
“Sorry, I ran to say hi. Josh, this is my boyfriend, Tom.” You introduced Tom to Josh.
“Hey Tom. It’s so great to meet you.” Josh said politely and held out his hand.
“You too. Jam, was it?” Tom asked as he shook Josh’s hand.
“What was that?” Josh tilted his head in confusion.
“Oh my God.” You face palmed.
“It’s Josh.” Josh corrected with a laugh.
“Oh. Josh? Am I pronouncing that right?” Tom looked at you to ask.
“Tom. You know how to pronounce his name.” You said through a fake smile.
“I’m not sure I do.” Tom played dumb.
“Thomas.” You said flatly.
“So how do you and Y/n know each other?” Tom asked Josh. You looked up to the sky and counted to ten in your head.
“We were in a movie together a million years ago. It’s called Mockingjay Part One.” Josh answered, making you throw your head back laughing again. Josh laughed too as Tom frowned in confusion.
“I don’t get it.” Tom shrugged.
“I had a cameo in Mockingjay Part One as one of the avox’s.” You explained.
“She didn’t say a single line but she killed it.” Josh praised you.
“And then I was killed.” You added, making you and Josh break down laughing again. Tom looked into an invisible camera and grimaced.
“What’s Mockingjay Part one? I’ve never heard of it and I thought I’ve seen all your movies.” Tom asked you.
“It’s the third Hunger Games Movie.” You told him.
“Oh. Okay. I’ve never seen the movies so I have no idea what you guys are talking about but it had the cadence of a joke.” Tom mumbled. You and Josh didn’t even hear him since you were laughing again.
“How come I die in every movie we’re in together?” You asked Josh.
“I don’t know. But I’ve heard rumors that we’re gonna be in a movie together soon so I’m hoping you get to live to see the end of that one.” Josh said and playfully punched your shoulder.
“Oh yes. I’ve heard the rumors too.” You laughed. “As long as my character stays away from old ropes or President Snow, I should be good.”
“Well even if the movie doesn’t happen, I still want to catch up sometime.” Josh said.
“Barf.” Tom whispered and you elbowed him in the side.
“Please. We have to. My numbers changed since I was 13 so let me give you my new one.” You replied and pulled out your phone. Tom watched you exchange numbers before parting ways. Not before Josh kissed your cheek, of course. Once you were off the carpet and inside the theater, Tom said what was on his mind.
“I can’t believe you gave Jack Hudgens your phone number right in front of me. What if I gave Jennifer Gardner my number in front of you?” Tom whispered to you.
“What? Who are those people?” You whispered back.
“Oh my God. It’s Josh Hutcherson and Jennifer Lawrence. Not Garder. Garder is 13 Going On 30.”
“I thought that was Anniston.” Tom frowned.
“No. Anniston is Friends.”
“Then who was in The Blind Side?”
“Sandra Bullock. Holy shit. We’re not having this conversation again. Just watch the movie.” You whispered and pointed to the screen. Tom rolled his eyes and looked at the screen just as your movie started.
“By the way, Josh is in this movie.” You leaned over to whisper in Tom’s ear.
“What?!” He asked loudly, earning shushes and looks from people sitting nearby.
“Just kidding.” You laughed before kissing his cheek. Tom couldn’t help but smile and held your hand for the rest of the movie.
Tom waited until you fell asleep that night before checking the Internet. He knew it was wrong, but he just wanted to see if any cameras had captured your little reunion with Josh. He opened up Google but before he could type anything, he saw what was trending.
“The reunion everyone is talking about.” Tom read off his screen. He rolled his eyes to the ceiling before going to type something into the search bar.
“Y/n L/n and-“ Tom was about to type his own name when something horrible happened.
“No.” Tom gasped loudly. “Y/n and Josh comes up before Y/n and Tom? This is an absolute travesty.”
“Tom?” You yawned and sat up. “What are you doing up?”
“Nothing. Just some research.” Tom said quickly and slammed the laptop shut.
“Research?” You eyed him skeptically.
“Yeah. Don’t worry about it. Just go back to bed, darling. I’ll tuck you in.”
“Oh no.” You cracked a smile and tried to take the laptop.
“What?” Tom asked innocently and yanked the laptop away.
“Are you sleuthing? Is that what you’re doing right now?” You laughed and tried to get the laptop again.
“Psh. No.” Tom scoffed and held the laptop as far away from you as possible
“Yes you were. Your fingers clacking on that keyboard woke me up. You were sleuthing on me and Josh weren’t you?”
“No.” Tom lied.
“Then let me see the laptop.” You said simply.
“I, uh, I can’t do that.” Tom said without looking at you.
“Why not? What are you looking at?” You asked and scooted closer to him.
“I am looking at…” Tom trailed off and got out of bed as he tried to come up with something.
“Porn. Really dirty and grotesque porn. Like the dirty little London boy I am.” Tom lied to you.
“Oh yeah? Let me see then.” You said and reached for the laptop again. You managed to get it this time and when you opened it, you saw a picture of you and Josh from earlier.
“Aha! I knew it! You sleuthed!”
“I had to sleuth!” He whined. “The Internet has gone crazy ever since you said he was your first love. There are petitions to get you guys to date, did you know that?”
“Oh God, no. Not petitions!“ You gasped. “If only I had free will to do what I want and not be controlled by random petitions on the internet created by 14 year olds.”
“You’re making light of a terrible situation.” Tom deadpanned.
“Do tell me, what’s the terrible situation?” You cracked a smile and tilted your head to the side.
“You and Josh comes up before me and you comes up on Google!” Tom exclaimed and pointed to the laptop.
“What? How can this be?” You gasped again in an exaggerated manner.
“Stop making fun of me.” Tom whined and sat back down on the bed.
“How could I not? Tom, who cares about google searches?” You asked and rubbed his back.
“I do. I care that the world wants to see you with another boy.” He said without looking at you. You smiled sadly and scooted closer to him to wrap your arms around him. He looked over his shoulder at you as he placed his hand over yours.
“Is it so wrong that I want to be the boy people think of when they think of you? I think of us as a matching set. We go together. But now everyone wants to take you out of the set and match you with a different boy.”
“Why do you keep saying “boy” and never man?” You wondered.
“You don’t get it.” Tom mumbled and pushed your arms off of him.
“Wait, Tom. Come back.” You laughed and pulled him into another hug. You felt him relax in your arms so you placed a kiss on the side of his head before cupping his face to look at him.
“I think your feelings are invalid.” You said sweetly.
“Oh. That’s a new one.”
“I think they’re invalid because I’m so in love with you that I don’t even hear what people say. They can say whatever they want about me or who I’m dating or who they want to see me with. I don’t hear it. Because I’m happy and secure in our relationship. So even if the entire world signed that petition and I was offered a billion dollars to make a movie with me and Josh, I wouldn’t do it. Because your feelings matter to me and I know it would make you uncomfortable. The movie would also not get made in general because petitions are not how movies get made but that’s besides the point. The point is, you need to stop caring about what people say about me and Josh and start caring about what I say about me and you.”
“What do you say about me and you?” Tom asked as a slow smile tugged at his lips.
“That this is forever.” You said as you pointed between the two of you. Tom’s smile widened before he leaned in to kiss you. You kissed him back for a minute before pulling away.
“Unless Josh wants me.” You said sweetly.
“I’m gonna smother you with a pillow.” He said in the same tone.
“I love you too.”
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when worlds collide.
in other words, the only female member of the biggest korean band in the world goes to formula 1 race in monaco with a friend; only to meet a certain ferrari driver.
pairing: charles leclerc x oc/fc (reader is an idol)
authors note: hello hello, this is me simply trying my attempt at sm aus! lately been fixated on f1, even trying to learn more about:) ofc a tiktok popped up abt charles then opps down the rabbit hole 🕳️ n recently found out that Wi (squid game actor) was at monaco this year so obviously I was like…..somethings cooking. then the 10th anniversary came for bts then again….something is being made. anyways hope you all like! (trying my best on remembering on certain ascents of the kpop social media goes cuz i'm not thatttt deep into it anymore!)
ps. soyeon is the actual name of the fc, i simply changed it to kim soyeon. check her and group out, G-IDLE! annndd her signature emoji is 🐻❄️! ALSO Monaco Grand Prix takes place three races into the 2023 season, for the sake of appropriate posts 🥴 this little sm au has its own race schedule for special purposes because lord knows I don't do well with dates so !!! but Im pretty sure all the race dates are the same, just the races switch spots :) and of course, google translated korean, french and italian will appear.
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part two. part three.
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s0ye0nnn monaco 🇲🇨 f1 race weekend with wi ! met some cool people and had some great laughs. first time but definitely not my last kekee
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s0ye0nnn 🙌
luvusoye0n wowoww wishing u hadn’t gone on charles curse home race 🥲 he’s great tho!
tomholland2013 wonderful seeing you again! glad you had fun!
scuderiaferrari it was an absolute pleasure having you visit and chat with us at the padlock! 😎 team Ferrari, yes?
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s0yeonsluvr shes got incredible taste, as always 😌
charleslec01 idk who she is, except shes in a band but i like her already lol
mysticalyeon holdupholdup….chat? with who👀
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letsgossip_kpop [ ASIDE FROM GOSSIP, LET’S UPDATE ⬆️: Kim Soyeon, the only female member of BTS (an international sensation group), has recently attended the Formula 1’s Monaco Grand Prix over the weekend. With Wi Ha-Jun, star of Squid Games, she was spotted chatting with her previous co-star from the animated film Onward, Tom Holland and others such as Actor James Marsden (who she has been rumored to be featuring in a film with as his on-screen lover). It seems her most talked about conversation even by her close friend, Wi Ha-Jun—was with the Ferrari team and drivers, Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz. There are no sources on what the conversation contained but her friend Wi Ha-Jun comment on her recent instagram post suggests her team is now Ferrari, “Why not redbull though?!” Perhaps there will be more to be said once she and fellow member, Kim Namjoon, attend a Grand Prix together as shown in her comments. Will this remain just an update or turn into gossip? Stay tuned! - from your admin 🌱]
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charlecssss sooo….shes the only female in BTS? i remember seeing her around them all time pictures or videos of them came up but like…???
f0rmulatypee1 nice to see someone like her status get familiar with the sport, but hopefully she’ll turn team Redbull 🙏 the winners 🏆
s0yeonmyluv WHEN MY WOLDSS CLOOIDE 💀
k.f1.pop i was literally just saying what if F1 drivers had photocards 👹
letsgossip_kpop UPDATE ⬆️: Charles Leclerc, and Carlos Sainz have followed Kim Soyeon’s social media (Instagram and Twitter). Other drivers such as Lewis Hamiliton, Lando Norris and Zhou Guanyu have followed her before her recent introduction to Formula 1. (Admin 👾: my worlds have collided!)
maxverssstp fuck outtaa here, cirnge 🤢
lalaaland noooo this was the only place away from the freaks in kpop🥴
s0yeonnnbby idk y ppl r hating like…shes like everyone else, trying have a good time n yet ppl r mad that drivers r starting (AND BEEN) following her????🤠
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s0ye0nnn 10 years of pain. of comfort. of love. of heartbreak. of the highest of highs, to the scum of the earth lows. of questions, “can you do this?”, “is this the end?”, “can you handle this?”.
this group went from strangers to friends to family. i was the odd one out, most definitely. i was a girl in a group with seven boys. i was originally meant to leave the company but the man who believed we could become something pushed me into the group. it was strange—then it wasn’t.
year after year, we slowly formed a family. with one thing in common: we loved music. music has always been in my blood, even in my blood family. my found family has created melodies , poetry hidden in symbolic instrumentals and videos descriptive of what is and what is not.
within that, we found others like us. others that may not be in musical industry but found their place and home in our music—that is you, ARMY.
당신의 삶을 우리와 공유해 주셔서 감사합니다. 여전히 우리와 함께 걸어주셔서 감사합니다. 모두가 돌아올 때까지 기다려 주셔서 감사합니다. 💜 ( translation: Thank you for sharing your life with us. Thank you for still walking with us. Thanks for waiting for everyone to come back. )
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rkive beautiful words, 작은 곰 🐻❄️🤍
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s0ye0nnn 최고에게 배웠다 ! 🐨🤍 ( translation: learned from the best! )
b0anggtans enough to amke a grown woman 😢
thv 🐻❄️❤️
biassssjk the last photonnnn!!!!! idk y but thats so cute 🥹
purpuryouuu 10 yearsssss 😅 been here for 5💜💜💜
charles_leclerc Just began listening to your discography! Can’t wait for your future projects, solo and group! ❤️ Happy 10 years 😆
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s0ye0nnn come visit korea! some behind the scenes? 👀
cl16lucyyy aaARIAN WHAT U DOH G HERRE!?! 💀😭
f14liferrrr no charles!!! stay Way from kpoppiess! 🚫
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s0ye0nnn Australian Grand Prix 🇦🇺 with joonie! 🐨 was very fun, nice views and such great company (on and off track?) !
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rkive mercedes....🐻❄️
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s0ye0nnn hushhhhh
k.f1.pop RM knows whatsup
scuderiaferrari It was an absolute pleasure having you with us! You must come again, lucky charm!
danielricciardo Despite opposite teams, it was so cool to meet and chat for awhile! Good laughs 😁
s0yoyoens slayed everyone, ate, left no crumbs, walk me like a dog!!!!!!
charles_leclerc I think your words helped a bit, haha 😉 Coming to next one?
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s0ye0nnn noooo, your talent! and of course, this is my new obsession! 😍
s0yeonmyluv SHUT UO NOW omfgggg WHAT WORDS?// KET ME INNNNN
formula1n1mv charlesssss....you're approaching new and scary territory !!!
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i really hope you all enjoy this! this is sorta one of the social media au where it's a somewhat slow build because lets be honest, just meeting once and dating right after aint happening, plus who doesn't love the subtle growth of a friendship ;) oh and this universe of kpop are actually treated like humans by their company and can date but of course, haters are going hate plus Kim Soyeon is THAT bitch. ofc you are be her, that is essentially the purpose but i kinda dislike "y/n" idk just kinda makes it hard for me to make everything look good but dw just close ur eyes and imagineeeee, soyeon is just a fc for the posts keke. if you want to be tagged in the next part, comment and i'll do it! PART TWO IS ALREADY IN THE MAKING, LITERALLY ALMOST DONE WITH IT.
guide: i am always open to constructive criticism. i'm always down to learn how to better and try to implement them.
--and that world is yours, until next time.
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Chris Evans Age Gap
Masterlist
#chris evans masterlist#chris evans x reader#chris evans smut#chris evans one shot#chris evans headcanon#chris evans fluff#chris evans#chris evans x wife!reader#chris evans x y/n#chris evans x you#chris evans x smut#chris evans fic recs#chris evans fic rec#chris evans imagines#chris evans fic#masterlist#steve rogers#avengers fic rec#chris evans age gap
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Panel Chaos
Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Jared Padalecki x reader platonic, Tom Holland x reader platonic, Jensen Ackles x reader platonic
Request: Hey there again! I had another idea for a request like Tom Holland meeting Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles bc I feel like they give the same energy:)
Request by: @theslayerofthevampires
*not my gif*
Summary: Your co-star meets your other co-stars
A/N: I didn’t really know how to end it- sorry!!
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
“-so, yeah, I’d say there’s lots of pranks going around on set.” You snickered into the microphone.
To each side of you, your co stars began sobering up after the cackling that had taken place at the story you just told in response to a fan question.
The panel was going smoothly, Comic Con once again a success in your eyes as you sat in between Jared and Jensen for your last interview of the day.
You played their younger sister in the show, Supernatural, for the past four seasons now, and it was safe to say that you loved working on that show with your whole heart. The actors just made it even better.
All of a sudden, before another person could move to ask a question, the whole crowd let out one large, collective gasp that had your eyebrows furrowing in confusion along with Jensen and Jared’s.
“What? What is it? Is something on my face?” You hurriedly began swiping at your forehead with the back of your hand.
Then, everything went dark and you let out a small shriek of surprise. Someone had covered your eyes.
“Guess who,” A british voice you knew all too well floated through your ears.
“Tom!” You squealed in pure joy, leaping from your seat- practically dropping your microphone in the process- and turning around to give the man a large hug.
Several ‘awes’ of adoration sounded through the crowd at the action.
You pulled away from the brunette man after a moment with a large grin, “What’re you doing here?”
He smiled back, “A little birdie told me that you had a panel going on right now. My interview just got out so I asked around with some of the staff and they said it would be fine to drop by for a moment.”
Tom Holland was most famously your co-worker in various marvel movies that you starred in as Peter Parker’s sister, and you hadn’t seen the man in over five months due to conflicting work schedules.
“You gonna introduce us?” Jared’s voice filled the area and you could practically hear the teasing smile behind it.
“Right,” You spun around to face the two of them, as well as the rest of the crowd, while some staff brought out an extra seat and microphone for the man, “Guys, this is Tom. Tom, this is Jared and Jensen.”
“Hey, man,” Jensen greeted, shaking his hand, “Good to meet you.”
“You as well,” He answered back politely, “I’ve heard many things about the two of you.”
“All good things I hope.” Jared hopped it.
Tom slowly turned with a mock awkward look towards the audience, leading them to roar with laughter, you and the others joining along with giggles of your own.
“No, seriously though, of course I’ve heard some great things.” He chuckled a little bit when he rephrased.
Jared pressed his lips together, acting as if he was mad, “I can’t say the same about you.” Before dramatically whipping his head to face the other way.
The crowd was going crazy.
Through the bright lights, you could squint and see people that were doubling over in laughter that never seemed to end.
“So,” Jensen spoke into a mic, a wicked grin on his face, “I heard that you and Y/n, have been working together for years… any embarrassing stories you have about her?”
Your eyes widened and you quickly flew from your seat and slapped a hand over Tom's mouth, “No!” You shrieked, “No! No stories!”
The poor crowd hasn’t seemed to have caught their breath once since Tom appeared on stage.
You threw a glare in Jensens direction, “Not funny.” You said through gritted teeth.
He just laughed though, knowing it was all for show.
Finally, you relinquished your hold on Tom and wagged a warning finger in his face, “Don’t you dare, Mister. Or I’ll call your mother.” You threatened.
His eyes widened, no doubt with real horror this time, “You wouldn’t.”
“I would.” You crossed your arms determinedly over your chest.
“She does the same thing to us,” Jared gaped.
“Always threatening to call our wives.” Jensen continued.
All three men shuttered in sync.
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Hollywood - Max Verstappen x Reader
Max Verstappen x female!reader
Requested? Yes/No
Anon: Hi! I love Dog Days sooo much! I'm blown away by your writing and this is story is such a comfort to me. I'm not sure if you're taking any request but I'm hoping you can write another Max x OC. The reader is Max's biggest celebrity crush and they meet for the first time at Monaco/Miami GP. He's all shy & flustered but he manages to take the reader around the track during the hot laps. They get ask about each other in interviews/talk shows. A lot of shipping & happy ending? Thank you in advance❤️
Word Count: 3.7K
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, sexual innuendos, Christian Horner, far from home spoilers
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Becoming Spiderwoman was a dream come true. It was finally the big break you had worked hard for. Being Spiderwoman had its perks, many A-listers would happily slide their way into your DMS hoping they’d get a reply and you’d go on a date with them, sure a few of them were hot and definitely grabbed your attention but looks would only go so far. So many of them would have similar lifestyles to you and things like that could get boring besides, if you force something it never turns out well.
Your love life seemed bleak well… that was until a Formula one driver announced that he had a crush on you.
Max Verstappen had been doing some press work with his teammate Sergio Perez when one of the questions asked the pair of you who their celebrity crushes were and Max said that you were. Since that the internet took off a little. You couldn’t scroll through your Instagram timeline without seeing someone make an edit of you and Max or talking about the pair of you despite the two of you never actually meeting.
All these events led you to now. You and your co-star, Tom Holland, were currently in Miami doing some press for the next upcoming Spiderman film. The pair of you were shooting a Q&A for GQ. Thankfully you and Tom got on like a house on fire. As you were new to the industry Tom would always look out for you, sort of acting like an older brother.
“Hello, I’m Tom Holland!”
“And I’m y/n y/l/n!”
“And we are answering fan questions for GQ.” Tom smiled as he took out a piece of crumpled paper from the pot on the table which contained the questions. “Okay so… if you could take three people to dinner, dead or alive, who would you pick?” He smiled to you as you pondered at the thought.
“Hmm, I’d have to say, Freddie Mercury, Carrie Fisher and… I’m gonna say Maggie Smith.”
“Those are good choices.” Tom smiled.
“Who would you take?”
“It’s hard to pick just three, I’ve met a lot of people I’d want to take to dinner, probably Obama, Lewis Hamilton and Heung Min Son.” He smiled proudly at his answers as you moved on to the next question.
“Favourite scene you’ve ever filmed in any film or television show?”
“These are good questions.” Tom smiled, leaning back in his chair. “Probably the scene where all three Peters met one another.”
“Arguably one of the best scenes in cinematic history.”
“You think so?” Tom smirked.
“Everyone in the cinema was clapping when it happened.” You smiled at the Brit.
“What about you?”
“First first scene where I ever wore my suit, finally felt like I made it then.” Tom’s smirk grew to a smile at your words.
“How sweet.” You could tell Tom was mocking you slightly, never in an ill-intent way more in a childish way. “Next one.” He dived his hand in before laughing. “Oh you’ll love this one, who is your celebrity crush?”
“Well we all know yours.”
“And I know yours.” Tom acted like a child on Christmas morning, swinging back and forth on his chair.
“Well I don’t have just one -”
“But I know who fancies you.” His smile got wider. “Max Verstappen! And you fancy him back!”
“Wouldn’t say I fancy the bloke I’ve never met him although, there is something about how he looks post-race, helmet hair Max is something I could look at for hours.” Tom burst into laughter.
“Has he ever slid into yout Dm’s?”
“He has not but he does follow me.”
“Come on Max,” Tom looked straight at the camera. “If you can drive around a car that fast then you should have the guts to dm her.”
Well ever since that interview the internet went wild. The edits started becoming more and more frequent, more fans were talking about the pair of you and at that time you honestly thought it was just a bit of fun, Max would like a few of your Instagram posts and maybe comment on a few and you’d do a same. Nothing went further, that was until Red Bull invited you and Tom to the race in Miami.
When Max found out he’d never been so nervous in his life, not even when he drove the final lap to win his championship. You were set to turn up any minute now alongside Tom Holland and he knew he had to drive the race of his life today after all, he wanted to impress you right?
“I’ll be your wingman.” Tom opened the door of the car for you, allowing you to climb out.
“If you’re my wingman I won’t ever get to kiss Max Verstappen.” The pair of you walked over to a Red Bull employee who was taking you around the paddocks and track for the rest of the day.
“Is that your plan?” Tom smirked. “To kiss him?”
“If you get to have your celebrity crush then I think I deserve mine.” You winked as you collected your passes, scanning them past security.
“That’s why I need to be your wingman, I got mine and I can help you get yours.”
“Believe it or not Tom I can flirt my way through situations without you by my side.”
“Is that why you’re single and needed me to mention Max in that interview to get here or?” His smirk grew, making you push him lightly as the pair of you laughed at his words.
Miami was full of celebrities, even Michelle Obama had turned up. You had been watching this sport for years now and never in your life had you seen anything quite like Miami. It was hard to navigate through the paddock let alone the actual garages. Tom extend his arm back so you could hold onto his forearm as you reached the garages, last thing Tom wanted was you to get lost when Max was nearby.
“And this is Christian Horner, I’m sure the two of you know who he is.” The woman who was taking you on a tour smiled at the man who extended his hand for Tom to take. Tom shook his hand, smiling as the pair said hello to one another.
Christian turned to you, his arms open as you shared a quick hug. “There’s the woman we don’t stop hearing about.” You laughed at his words. “Not only do my daughters talk about you all the time but so does Max.” Christian turned his head, making eye contact with Max and calling him over.
Max didn’t know why Christian was suddenly calling over. He was yet to see that you were standing alongside his racing Principle. When he got closer his face dropped at the sight of the woman he’d had a crush on the moment he’d seen her in the Spiderman trailer.
“Ah Max, finally, I’m sure I don’t need to introduce you to y/n y/l/n, considering you don’t shut up about her.”
Max went bright red at Christian's words. He kept his gaze firmly on you, trying his best not to stare but he couldn’t help it. The woman he’d spent hours thinking about was standing before him and she was wearing his merchandise. Max could have sworn he’d just died and gone to heaven. Sensing how awkward this could get your wingman decided to step in.
“Christian do you happen to have a bathroom around here?” Tom glanced over at you, a smirk on his lips as he spoke.
“Ah yes, I’ll show you it.” He smiled, leading Tom off which just left you and Max alone.
“Hey.” You smiled up at the man, hoping to break the ice between the two of you.
God even your voice was perfect.
“Hi… H-how are you?”
“I’m good thank you.” Your smile was bright, the sight made Max’s heart flutter. It was supposed to be a stupid crush yet here he was, already stuttering. “How are you? Nervous for the race?”
He let out a deep breath, letting a small smile escape his lips before he spoke. “I’m okay, you do tend to get used to a few things when you’ve been racing for a while.”
“Oh yeah?” You smirked. “Never nervous about driving cars that could kill you but you stutter over a woman?”
Being an actress meant it was easy to hide your emotions, including ones like you had for Max. He might have been able to mask his nervousness but you could. Seeing how confident Max was in interviews and online it was amusing to see him crumble under you after just a few words.
“I - Umm -” He stuttered yet again. You let out a small smile which turned into laughter, your laughter made Max relax slightly. “H- have you been around the track yet?”
“I have not.” You looked him up and down. “Care to show me? If you have time -”
“Yes!” Max may have said a little too loudly. “Yes, I have time.” He flashed a smile.
“I’ve got an idea.” Christian suddenly came into view. “What about if the pair of you do a hot lap? We’ll set up some cameras and get the pair of you to answer questions. I’m sure if we just tweeted something out now we could get a handful of questions for the pair of you to answer.” Normally questions wouldn’t be asked but Christian had a plan, he knew everyone wanted to know about you and Max so the questions would be interesting.
“Are you happy to do that, with me?” You turned to Max, silently hoping he’d say yes.
“Well, I’m not going to let one of the other guys take you away am I?” He gained some confidence before mouthing a ‘thank you’ to Christian as the pair of you left to get ready.
The Red Bull social media team set up some cameras in the car they planned on using and screenshotted some questions you’d read out to Max as he drove. Christian and Tom made sure the questions had some interesting takes.
Max handed you a helmet as he opened the sports car door for you. Flashing a smile you thanked him before he joined you. “Nervous?” He asked.
“Yeah a little.” He laughed at your reply, starting the car up, and allowing the engine to roar. He looked at you as the engine grew louder. “Is that you’re way of trying to make me nervous?”
“Depends how you are with fast cars.”
“Depends who’s driving it.” You smirked at the man as he held his gaze with yours. Max smirked as he set off the car, catching you entirely off guard. “Max!” You screamed as the car picked up its pace without warning. The Dutch only laughed as you gripped onto the side of the door for support.
“Come on it’s not that fast -”
“Not that fast?” You yelled as he picked up the pace before drastically slowly down to turn the corner, making you scream at the sudden change. Max couldn’t contain his laughter as he drove.
“You need to ask the questions.” Max turned his attention back to the road.
“Fuck the questions!”
Max kept laughing, he couldn’t believe this confident woman he’d met only minutes ago who was so confident around him was now screaming and holding onto the car like she was going to die. “Just start with the first one.”
You pulled up the phone reluctantly. “What is the one thing you like the most about me?”
“You have really pretty eyes.” He turned the corner, making you jerk to the side. You held your arm out for support but the only support you had that wasn’t the door was his arm. You grabbed his arm, the action made Max look down at your hand before his eyes trailed up your body, scanning every inch of you with a sly smile.
The fans were going to have a field day with that shot.
“Thank you!” You screamed again as he sped up. “Jesus Max, umm what I like the most about you? You look pretty hot when you’ve finished racing.” It was bold of you to say that to him but you’d already said that on GQ.
“Next question?”
“If you had to take y/n on a date, where would you take her?” You laughed at the question.
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“Well would you want a more expensive date or a relaxed one? We could order in and follow Bob Ross painting tutorials or we could go to the Ritz.”
“Very creative Verstappen.” You looked back at the phone as you read out another question. “Who would win in a staring competition between the two of you.”
“Definitely me.” Max turned his head to look at you, not leaving your gaze as the pair of you stared at one another for a couple of seconds.
“Max look at the road!” You broke away from his hold, pointing to the road but Max only flickered his gaze forward for a split second before looking back at you.
“We’re fine.” He smirked, putting his foot down just that inch more making the car speed up.
“Yeah you are -”
“Do you do your own stunts?” He suddenly asked.
“Some of them why?”
“What about at the end of the film, you swung across that building and fell but landed on your feet, was that all you?”
“Yeah, I had a harness on so I didn’t die as we were rather high up -”
“Were you scared?”
“No.”
“So you’re not scared of jumping and swinging around a set that’s high off the ground but you’re scared of me driving fast?”
“I’m not scared you just took me off guard with it -” Max suddenly turned another corner making you grab onto his arm again. “Fucking hell Max.”
The pair of you had completed the lap but Max wasn’t done there. “How good are you with spinning?” Your eyes widened at his words, knowing exactly what he was going to do.
“Max no -” Max had already set off, creating doughnuts with the car, he didn’t stop at just one either, he kept going. Maybe it was because he loved the way you held onto his arm to feel safe or because he was able to just have you alone and when he was in a car he felt confident with you.
Eventually, Max had to stop. His cheeks hurt from the constant laughing. He quickly opened his door, running around the car to open your door. He leaned over you to undo your seatbelt before helping you out of the car. “You okay?” He smiled, reaching up to take your helmet off whilst the two of you were blissfully unaware that your interactions were still being filmed.
“A little dizzy but hey that was fun.” You smiled back as he removed his own helmet, earning him an interesting gaze from you as you were taken back by his state.
“Fun? You screamed the whole time.”
“I scream in the bedroom, doesn’t mean I’m not having fun, maybe if you’re good enough you might hear it too.” You sent him a smirk and just like that, you had made Max Verstappen weak at the knees. Reaching up you placed a kiss on his cheek before walking away from him, leaving a stunned Max Verstappen to blush at your actions.
Max had won in Miami and needless to say the after-party was an experience. You woke up the next morning to a flood of ship edits and posts of you and Max. The hot laps video came out just after Max had won and fans didn’t need to wait long for more content of the two of you.
Photos started to circulate of the pair of you at the party. Max had his arms around you as the pair of you danced to the music. You spent your morning scrolling through multiple video edits and photo edits of the two of you. You even liked a few, knowing that would also more than likely set the fans off even more.
You wished you could have stayed in Miami for longer but you had to fly to London with Tom, the pair of you were set to appear on The Graham Norton show for more interviews.
“Morning Mrs Verstappen.” Tom smirked as you met him outside your hotel room. “Is Max in there with you?”
“No, he isn’t.”
“So did the pair of you -”
“No, we didn’t do anything like that.” You huffed, pulling your hoodie closer as the pair of you left to catch your flight. Your phone vibrated in your hand, you looked down to see that Max had Dm’d you. A smile crept across your face at the sight. “Not yet anyway.”
On the plane you were finally able to answer his message.
Max: Christian told me you were leaving today, have you left yet? X
You: We have, we’re going back to London for press, I’m sorry I didn’t have a chance to say goodbye x
Max: Don’t apologise, are you free on the 25th? X
You: I believe so, how come? X
Max: Will you still be in London then? X
You: Yes x
Max: I wanted to ask you in person but seeing as you’re no longer in Miami I’ll ask you now, would you like to go on a date? As you’re in London we could go to the Ritz? I’ll book everything and if you’re free that weekend would you like to come to Monaco with me for the race? X
You: I’d love to Verstappen x
Max: Thank fuck x
“What’s got you smiling like that?” Tom’s voice grabbed your attention, snapping your head up your smile faded when you realised what he was alluding to.
“Nothing -”
“He’s messaged you hasn’t he?”
“He -”
“What’s he said?” Tom smirked. “Oh come on y/n you’ve got to tell me -”
“He asked me out on a date, he wanted to ask in person but considering we’re up in the sky that might be rather hard.”
“What did you say?”
“Take a guess.” It was now your time to smirk.
“Where are the two of you going?”
“The Ritz -”
“Bloody hell he must fancy you, that place is expensive.”
You arched your brows at his comment. “As if your bank account would be damaged if you went there.”
“You know if things work out well between the two of you we could all go on a double date.”
“Well I hope they do because I’m going to Monaco with him after.”
“Please use protection I don’t want mini y/n’s running around, one’s bad enough.” Tom smiled as you flipped him off, sinking back into your chair to text Max.
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“y/n I have to ask.” You sat alongside Tom and a few other celebrities as Graham Norton started to interview everyone. He was yet to ask about Max which was surprising considering it was all anyone was talking about currently. “You and Max Verstappen…” The crowd cheered as you broke out into a smile. “Is there anything between the two of you?”
“Well…” Your smile didn’t falter. “I hope so.” The crowd screamed again. “We have a date set up and well… who knows what will happen.”
It wasn’t just you who had been questioned about the two of you. Max had to deal with interviews all year round, thankfully for you, it was only when you had an upcoming project coming out or if you were invited on a talk show out of the blue. He’d said the same, that the two of you were going on a date in the near future. You knew it would be hard to keep your relationship hidden from the public eye as everyone was still very much obsessed with the two of you but the reaction was very positive so maybe the two of you could be the next parents of Hollywood, despite his profession.
You’d managed to survive the endless questions and the constant teasing from Tom who was determined to have your upcoming relationship talked back so maybe the press would back down from his.
Opening the door to one of the dressing rooms which held your belongings you were met with bright ocean eyes and a mess of brown hair. Standing in the middle of your dressing room was a very tired Max Verstappen who evidently took the first flight he could to London after you’d left.
“What the hell are you doing here?” You looked down at his hands which had a large bouquet of flowers tightly grasped between them.
“I - I’ve just realised how weird this must be -” His confidence fell. You warmed to his words, he really did like you.
“It’s not weird, if anything I’m actually rather impressed you managed to get a flight out here, make yourself look presentable after that hangover you must have gotten last night and pick up flowers.”
“I am very tired.” He let out a breath of relief.
“Well…” You stepped closer to him, your hands resting above his. “Why don’t you come home with me and this time I’ll drive.”
“Sounds perfect.” He planted a kiss on your forehead. “I hope you like the flowers too, I wasn’t sure which ones to get so Daniel helped.”
“They’re beautiful Max.” You took them into your hands, admiring how stunning they were before moving one hand to lace into his. “Come on, I’m fucking shattered.”
Needless to say, the photos of the two of you holding hands as you left the set went down a treat on social media.
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Actors on Actors , Tom Holland.
Tom Holland x Actress ! Black Reader
warnings: none, just pure fluff.
You and Tom are invited by Variety to do the Actors on Actors interview together.
-unedited-
“I know that outings for us these days are pretty rare, but when you gain twice your body weight and everyone's constantly watching you like a hawk it's a bit difficult to be as open.
We try to keep our careers separate as much as we can.
Sometimes things come along that peak your interest and you just can not pass it up.
I have been a fan of the Actors on Actors series for a long while. I’ve watched them all and each time my respect for the craft grows immensely. Thank you Variety for having Tom, our little special co-star, and I.”
You say nodding to the camera to pan down on the little raven curly haired one and a half year old tugging on the hem of your silk black dress with one arm and clinging to your sparkly black coat with the other.
“Say hello Dakota. H-e-l-l-oooo”
Tom sounds out to the little brown eyed boy and he looks up to laugh at his father for a moment.
He wraps his arms around your waist before bending down to pick up the little boy and he gives a small wave to the crew.
“Papa sounds funny?”
You ask and he nods before laughing at you pulling a funny face.
"HeeLLoooOOO DaaAAkkooTTaa"
Tom says again imitating a whale call and Dakota loses it as he holds onto his father's face watching him make the funny faces.
"Pa" he shrieks , letting his little rice grain teeth show for the camera.
You both smother him in kisses and raspberries and the little boy falls against you both in a fit of laughter and squeals.
"If I don't hand him over to Sydney we'll be here all night. He's literally our best friend." Tom says pretending to gobble his little twin's hand before handing him over to your assistant and taking your respective spaces in the chairs to get the interview started.
Tom lets out a long sigh before reaching his hand out for you. You shake your head and roll your eyes before letting him place a kiss on your hand and sitting back properly into your seat.
“Hi baby.” he coos softly.
"Hi Tom. How are you? Did you have an alright trip here?"
You ask as if you both didn't arrive together.
“You’re too far away.” He pouts before sliding your chair close enough for him to rest his hand comfortably on the inside of your knee before snapping himself into “professional mode”.
“Right, so I just want to jump right into it. Firstly, congratulations on all of your nominations this year. If anyone deserves it, it’s you. Dirty Jazz, I think received a solid 10 minute standing ovation at Cannes and honestly it could’ve went on forever. You told the tumultuous and incredible story of Lucille Anderson often known as Lucille Bogan or Bessie Jackson. A jazz- blues singer in the 1920s and 30s with a vibrant sexuality and look on life. You were truly brilliant.”
He showers you in compliments and you try to confidently accept the praise , but after years together your husband still gives you butterflies.
“Lucille Bogan’s story was so important for me to get to be a part of. Especially at a time like this. One could say that like “oh every woman is sexually liberated and free and this and that”. But, we know that’s certainly not the case for most women and especially not black women. My craft , my story-telling, and my career will always be a love letter to black women. People love to dance and sing and laugh with us because they love to pinch and pull from our culture, our song, our grace, and our beauty but there’s not many that are willing to take in our truth and our humanity.
There's a living breathing human being behind the theatrics and melodies. Most recent indication of this is Megan Thee Stallion. She has gone through so much for such a young woman. She’s been called everything under the sun but a child of God. It should’ve been as simple as her telling her truth and then receiving an outpour of love. Right? But as always they want our rhythm but not our blues.
So, to be able to tell the story of Lucille- and all of her truth was an instant yes from me. Lucille was this multifaceted sensual, delicate, and powerful woman. She was singing in 1924 about how she enjoyed sex and the ways that she wanted to be pleasured. We went about getting her family's blessing and then from there I got to work. I watched all of the performances of her I could find. I listened to her voice and the way she spoke. I wanted to capture that raw confidence that she exuded. She pushed the envelope not only for bisexuals like me but also sex workers.
That was completely unheard of at the time. Ms. Bogan knew that she was an icon in every sense of the word and everyone else was going to know it too. A complete opposite from how I was feeling at the moment because I was around 12 weeks when we started filming so I wasn’t at my most confident and for every roll of my hips. There was a roll of nausea that was sure to follow.”
You say, chuckling softly and Tom nodded along fully immersed until he gives you a small pout at the memory of you having to endure that rough bit.
“I remember the times I would visit you on set and it was in the dead of summer and they’d have you dressed up in the most lavish coats and these sort of headpieces, and you were performing these songs and dances in 95 degree Alabama weather. So they had to have huge fans on you and like a gallon of ice cold water on standby.
I would just massage your back every 15 minutes to try and get you through. It was insane but the film was absolutely incredible. I am so proud of you.
The first time I got to watch you perform Shave 'Em Dry and you were shimmying that white fur coat down your body and then you threw yourself down onto the floor with it. I was so concerned at first because you were literally carrying Kota at the time, but they assured me that you had cushions on the floor and your knee pads. But , you just became her. I had goosebumps up and down my arms. I knew that you had something special on your hands. To watch you in your element was something I'll never get over. I’ve never heard you talk that filthily in my life either.” he states cheekily and you give him a coy smile before mumbling “that’s a lie”.
Tom’s entire face goes a little funny as he covers his mouth with his question cards and shakes his head.
“I’m just saying. They know that the storks didn’t exactly drop Kota on our doorstep. That’s all, love.”
You reassure him as you watch a crimson blush slowly make its way across his face.
“Behave.” he warns, laced with a laugh and it’s loud enough for the crew to pick up on and they chuckle at you two flirting back and forth a little.
You clear your throat and create a segue, but you knew exactly what that meant for date night later on.
“But, thank you baby! First of all, The Devil All The Time is my favourite film of yours. And I know that the process was a tough one for you because it is a total contrast to beloved Peter Parker and a small step away from Marvel. To get into the mindset of Arvin, his religious trauma, and the almost southern gothic-y horror elements had to be a bit difficult ?
Because when you get those heavier roles you almost have a duty to the character to give them as much of a voice as we can. For the people who resonate with them to be able to feel seen and heard. I’ve always wanted to pick your brain about your process of reaching Arvin?”
You ask and you don’t miss the way that Tom is scanning your entire face and settles on your lips.
He takes a moment to ponder your question, but he finds himself continuously getting lost in the way that you spoke so passionately and melodically. You were born to be a story-teller.
"Stop staring at my lips and answer the question Thomas!"
You playfully scold him and he nods his head while toying with his wedding band.
"Yes ma'am."
He answers in a faux southern accent before fluffing his hands through his hair.
"Ehm, during that time we were going through a bit of a rough patch. We had broken up and it felt like the big one. It felt like that was it and that we were never going to find our way back to each other. We dated other people and we went on our own adventures. But throughout the entire process there was this gnawing feeling. Loss. Grief. I grieved a million and one universes where we could've made it work and I was hoping that this would be one of them. It is. Thank God."
He adds and you take his hands into yours for a moment giving him a little reaffirming squeeze as you wait for him to continue.
"So, I let that sort of feeling guide me to tap into a modicum of what Arvin was feeling. That, love lost. That sort of grief. Because people grieve everyday, right? That’s something that connects us all. We're all trying to work through something that we don't have. Albeit, a version of ourselves, a loved one, or the loss of something/someone to believe in. I think that Arvin was grieving not only his parents but his loss of peace. And I think in some way I could connect to that because without you there was no peace."
You couldn't help but to lean in to kiss him. You decided to leave it "modest" and opt for kissing his cheeks and nose instead.
He scrunches his nose in response before giving you one back.
"Keep going." You whisper to him.
"During filming I leaned on Rob a lot. The way that he transformed and ran into this project bible raised in the air and high pitched southern accent first. It made me feel like I had to step up to the plate. I didn't grow up super religious in that regard so I did spend some time in small churches and gaining that insight into what that sort of connection to a higher power and faith can mean to most."
"That's hot, be careful babe." He whispers to you while holding the mug for you to have a sip of the chamomille tea.
"When I heard Robert's voice, I screamed! It was so creepy and off putting. Hated him throughout the entire film."
You added and Tom nods in agreement before sitting the emerald green mug down and offering you one of the strawberry pastries from the small table next to you both.
"Peter and Arvin are different but in a lot of ways they aren’t. They both lost their parents at a young age. They both were raised to try and do the right thing. Both, a little lost and always end up in situations they had no business being in at their ages. They are connected through that feeling of grief, self preservation, and coming of age. It's just that through writing we were able to laugh and kind of ride the wave with Peter. With Arvin the writing is very- cut and dry. The audience feels uncomfortable because he is uncomfortable and at times drowning beneath the wave. I’m sorry babe. Was that too long winded? I never know when to cut myself off. I’ll just keep going and going.”
He stammers nervously while sitting back to sip his own tea.
You admit to him half jokingly and he gives you a small nod.
“No, are you kidding me? You know that I could listen to you talk for hours. I wanna finish this conversation with you tonight.
We've also never really even announced that we’re married. We just started showing up one day with our rings, and only the sleuths know that we have a baby. Let alone talk publicly about the break up so this nearly feels like one big couple’s therapy session.”
“We already share so much of ourselves with the world through our art. I leave a piece of me with every character that grace your screens, and in the year of 2023 everyone knows everything. It just felt nice to have a moment in time where Thomas and I didn't have to open up the relationship to a third partner, the public. There were no analysis of our body languages towards each other or rumours that he was going to leave me for a very talented, very beautiful well known past partner.
Although, I did see a few of those after the TMZ announcements. Sorry babes I've got this one locked in for life.”
You state and he smiles giddily and happily for the camera before showing his wedding band.
"I've seen some of you little sleuths talking about me wearing my ring on my pinky so that means that we must've gotten a divorce, right?" he asks you in faux concern with a small voice crack for dramatic effect.
You immediately follow his lead and hop into character with furrowed brows and a scowl on your face.
"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THOSE PAPERS I SERVED YOU LAST MONTH WEREN'T ENOUGH? GOD, WHY WON'T YOU TAKE A HINT!" you ask before leaning in to grab his face and place the softest kiss to his lips.
"I just wish I knew how to quit you..." you say quoting Brokeback Mountain, one of the films that inspired you both to become actors.
He breaks character and rests his cheek against your hand for a moment.
"But yeah guys, my ring is just a bit small. It always has been and I'm in the middle of two films right now. I haven't had the time to get it resized. Leave me alone!" he says the last half, jokingly in the Peter Parker voice.
“Speaking of waves. Your next film! Cat’s out of the bag. You’re going to be in The Little Mermaid live action remake. I am so excited to see you in it because you’re honestly just already a real life Disney princess and this is one that Dakota can actually enjoy and he gets to see mummy sing and be all pretty as one of the sisters of Ariel! What was that like?” Tom asks, still smiling proudly at you like a Cheshire cat.
“First of all, two Disney checks in one household! So, there will be foundations, organisations, and communities being poured into. Just give us a year! My team read the email to me and I said THE MOUSE? I’ll be there by tomorrow. UNDER THE SEA. SHALALALA MY OH MY. YOU WANNA KISS THE GIRL.
Clearly, I wanted to audition for Prince Eric and they said no. So, that was a bummer that you couldn’t see my on-screen happily ever after with Halle. I pitched for Erica and Ariel but they said give us some time and I will be holding them to that.
In all seriousness, it was one of those pinch me opportunities. When it knocks at your door you have to welcome it in with a charcuterie board and wine waiting for it.
I knew that I eventually wanted to be apart of something less gruelling and a film that our Kota-bear could enjoy too because he loves anything with singing and bright colours at this stage.
I remember seeing my favourite cousin. She knows that she’s my favourite cousin too. Hey girl! She was playing the role of the hairdresser that melted Tina Turner’s hair off with the relaxer in What’s Love Got To Do With It.
I remember watching her and knowing then and there that if she could be on screen like that then so could I. It was a foot in the door. Halle and everyone that was a part of the project were dreams to work with and the representation that she’s bringing to the company is beyond. It’s something that little brown and black children have been waiting for since the dawn of time. It’s here. We are here.” You say definitively and nod your head towards the camera.
“This is also one step closer to working with Angela Bassett. Angela, we met once in a Met Gala bathroom and I’m sorry you had to see me taking a “breathing break” while sitting on my fiance’s lap eating Jolly Ranchers but this is me absolutely shooting my shot.” you plead as you turn and look directly into the camera.
Tom places his hands over his chest and throws his head back laughing at how cute you are.
You’ve been in this industry for years and have so many accolades of your own but you still look at everything with fresh eyes like you’re just playing dress up and meeting your idols every time you walk on set.
“How do you feel about taking on such big shoes to fill? I know that you were absolutely losing your mind when you got this role. Because not a lot of people know but you have been grinding since you were just a little tadpole on the waves with thee Naomi Watts but this is the role that kind of skyrocketed you into the public eye. Apart from you being a part time Rhianna impersonator.” you laugh and he gives you a side eye over his mug before you continue.
“We had been together for 6 months when you got the call and you were just floored. I kept having to remind you that it’s real and wasn’t an “accidental email”. Your mum cried I believe. I mean we all kind of did to be honest. It was a core memory for sure. We were also out at dinner at the time and I’m sure scaring every other customer there. We were all just cheering and holding onto each other and crying.
And then the nerves settled in and you thought about not only filling Toby’s shoes but also the shoes left by Andrew. And at the time most of the fan reception of Andrew’s version was just- a lot. I personally loved his version of Spiderman. I thought that it felt authentic to him and the lens that he wanted to tell Peter’s story through. But some of the original stans were not having it. I remember that there were think-pieces being written before you had even gotten the script.” You watch as Tom weighs the question and his answer for a moment.
“Well, first things first. I remember you telling me the best piece of advice that I could have possibly been given. You told me that “yes, of course you want to honour the groundwork that Toby and Andrew had both laid down for this beloved character but you also want to trust your own instinct and intuition about what feels real and right to you”.” Tom says and you hum and nod in agreement.
“You said whether they love you or hate you, your job is to tell a story. No matter how you tell that story as long as it feels real and right to you, someone’s going to resonate with it. And from there the pieces of the puzzle just kind of came together.
We may not have all have been bitten by radioactive spiders. But, we've all been teenagers before. We've all experienced that feeling of wanting to know all that there is to know but not knowing how to digest all of it. The little awkward quips and quirks of growing and becoming yourself is Peter Parker. He’s so imperfectly perfect and he’s always going to be a big part of what I’ve done in my career. Getting the accent down was one of the hardest bits because I am so painfully British and the way that we speak is just different. So, to just stay there in his zone for days at a time I would bring Peter home with me. I love that the fans love him so much. I love the way that he seems to STICK with them. See what I did there.” He says laughing at his own joke and you shake your head at him.
“He’s like this all day! His dad jokes kicked in long before he was even an actual dad! Get a load of this guy. Please don’t cast him in any comedies any time soon. No, actually diapers are expensive. Please cast this dilf of the year in all of the comedies, thank you.
I think that authenticity is what really brought your version of Peter to life. He's a larger than life superhero but you made him seem like everyone's childhood best friend. But also YES I remember. We would be lounging around at home and you’d just casually go “ do we have any cold waTER bOTTLES”. Peter lived with us for about 5 months until you got the accent down perfectly. Now you just slip in and out of it at the most random times.” You say and his eyes widen at the dilf of the year comment.
“Dilf of the year? Please don’t get them started, that's going to be a hashtag by this afternoon.”
He groans and you lean into him , blowing onto his cup of hot tea with a smirk plastered on your face before taking another sip of his tea.
“I said what I said.”
You retort quietly and he holds the mug to your lips and gives you a soft kiss to your forehead.
“And with that. This has been Actors on Actors for Variety with the Hollands. Please, be sure to watch the others if you haven’t already! Take care.”
“That's brilliant baby, nothing more to add. Oh, and be sure to watch The Little Mermaid in theatres on May 26!” You add before blowing a kiss to the camera.
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A Shoulder to Lean On
Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader
Request:
"You are one of my favorite writers and I saw you reopened your requests.
I was wondering if you could write a hiddles romance one were he falls for a tall lady about his height but is kinda shy and is extra fluffy (aka overweight) with mental health issues?
No worries if not!" - Requested by a nonny! 😄
Summary: You are a make-up artist, hired to work on the set of 'The Night Manager', where you meet Tom. You clicked immediately. One day, he decides to ask you out, what triggers something dark inside you...
Warnings: angst, fluff, mental health issues, mentions of abuse, swear words
Word Count: 1,5k
a/n: Thank you for requesting and especially for your kind words! It means the world to me! 😊❤ This turned out quite a bit darker than I intended to do, but yeah... I hope you don't mind! 😊🙈 I was struggling with that request a bit, honestly, but I hope I did you proud! 😊
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It started off as normal co-workers. Colleagues. Nothing more. Hence, actually not even direct colleagues... More like... acquaintances through work. You never thought that it was possible to turn into something more...
You were a make-up artist and finally landed a big job. You got hired for a series called 'The Night Manager'. It was a big project with a lot of big names. Hugh Laurie, Olivia Colman, Tom Hollander and Elizabeth Debicki. Just to name a few. But the biggest star on set was for you (and probably for a lot of other people as well) - without a doubt, Tom Hiddleston. You were looking forward to this, since you got that job. You secretly admired him and maybe, just maybe, he was your celebrity crush. You had never met him in person before, but you heard from other make-up artist colleagues that he was a dream to work with. Not that you didn't kind of know that already. Tom was a perfect example of a gentleman. You noticed that immediately on the day you finally met him. He was being utterly polite and kind. You liked working with him and being his make-up artist.
After a month on set you literally became his personal make-up artist. So, you got to spend with him several hours each day. You enjoyed it, just as Tom did. It seemed like you guys clicked from the beginning. The chemistry was amazing.
In the third month of filming, Tom decided to make a move. If he trusted the feeling inside his heart and the butterflies in his stomach, he had - without a doubt, positively fallen in love with you. You were an incredible woman in his eyes. So beautiful and kind. A ray of sunshine. His ray of sunshine.
What you didn't anticipate was that Tom could look after you... "Y/N?" His quiet, utterly gentle voice urged suddenly to your ears, causing you to flinch and hug yourself even more. You felt the movement beside you, as he sat down on the little stair as well. You flinched again, when you felt the weight of his big hand on your shoulder blade. "Are you okay? I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to scare you. D-Did I do something wrong?" Those words caused you to lift your head slightly; just enough to peek into his worried baby blues. Never... Never ever before asked you a man that question or was concerned about you. He had never been concerned about you. You quickly squeezed your eyes shut, trying to get those horrific memories locked behind that door again. Tom noticed immediately that something was indeed wrong, when he saw how troubled you became; how your breath quickened and how you started to shake like a leaf in the wind. In that moment, all Tom wanted was to somehow comfort you, make whatever was bothering you so much go away. So, he slowly wrapped an arm around your shoulders. When you didn't flinch this time and neither pulled away, he pulled you gently closer. That was all you needed in that moment. A shoulder to lean on; to cry on. Hesitatingly, you rested your head on the man's shoulder and cuddled closer against his warm body. Tom wrapped his other arm around you as well and just held you close. "It's okay, darling." He whispered in that deep, soothing voice, as you cried against his shoulder. "I'm here."
It was already dark outside, when Tom was on the verge of leaving your make-up trailer. The day had been a long one for all parties... "Thank you, Y/N." The man said and stood up from the chair. You just helped him remove his make-up - the fake blood, bruises and bandages. You smiled shyly at his words. He always did that. "It's my job, Tom." You'd always answer, whereupon he would reply every day: "Which doesn't mean I can't say thank you." You'd just give him another small smile and then you'd always say goodbye to each other and Tom would leave. Well... Not today...
There was a moment of silence between the two of you, as Tom looked down at his hands, fumbling with the hem of his green sweatshirt. Usually, he would wish you a good night now, but it didn't come. Instead, he said something completely different. Something that threw you completely off track. "I, uh, I know it's late and we have a long day behind us, but..." Tom looked up at you again, his beautiful oceanic orbs meeting yours. "I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me? If you want? We could go to the Chinese restaurant down the street, or grab a pizza. Whatever you like." A soft smile graced his lips, while you just stared at him. Had he just asked you out? On a date? Tom freaking Hiddleston had just asked you to have dinner with him. No. No, this couldn't be true. He couldn't mean this. He couldn't. A man like him and a woman like you? No, no, absolutely not. You felt those dark thoughts creeping up inside you. They consumed you, feasted upon your fears and doubts. And suddenly you felt like you couldn't breathe. You needed to get away from here. From him. "S-Sorry." You managed to stutter out, before you literally fled out of the trailer. "Y/N?" You heard Tom calling after you; audibly worried. "Are you okay?" But you didn't answer him and just continued to run. As soon as you reached your trailer, you broke down on the steps, crying. Silent tears were rolling down your cheeks and disappearing in the soft fabric of your blouse. You just hoped nobody saw you like this.
Tom held you, until you calmed down; your breathing returning to normal. Slowly, you pulled away from the comforting hug and wiped away the last stray tears. "T-Thank you." "Of course." He gave you a compassionate smile. "Do you want to talk about it? You don't have to, of course." You thought for a moment about his words. Usually, you were very reserved about this topic; about this part of your life, but then again... You felt like you could trust him - with your life. You felt so safe with Tom. A feeling you didn't have in a long time with a man. So, you took a deep breath and nodded softly. "I-It's... I..." Another deep breath. "My ex-boyfriend... He... He was abusive towards me. Physically and psychologically." Tom's eyes widened at your words. "H-He used me, beat me... Fucked with my mind..." You fumbled nervously with your hands. "It took me over a year to get away from him, a-and two years to get over the trauma. Although, I never got entirely over it. My mental health is damaged. Sometimes something triggers all the memories and well... I end up like this." You gestured towards your red and puffy eyes. Tom was shocked, of course and utterly disgusted by that man. How could someone do this to another human being? He asked himself. The man didn't want to dig deeper in your past, because he didn't want to put you through this. You've been through enough. He didn't need to trigger your memories again. "I-I'm so sorry, Y/N. If I had known, I wouldn't have-" You quickly shook your head, interrupting him. "No, no, this isn't your fault. It's actually mine. Ever since that, I lost trust in men. Whoever tried to get closer to me, I pushed him away. You couldn't know. It's okay, Tom, really." You gave him a small smile, which he returned. He understood now. Why you acted that way. There was just one question in his mind. One thing that he wanted to know. "Why, Y/N? Why was he doing this to you?" You shrugged your shoulder with a sniffle. "Because I'm kind. He... used my kindness. My heart of gold - like my mum used to say. I was – am, easy prey." You snorted out a laugh, shaking your head. "He never loved me. To him, I was the epitome of unattractiveness. A tall, fat bitch - that was the last thing he said to me, before I managed to break free from his grasp." Tom shook his head, couldn't believe what his ears just heard. "No." He shook his head and reached for your hand, gently taking it in his. "You're not, Y/N. You're the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon." Your eyes met his once again, frowning. "R-Really? Y-You don't care that I'm..." You looked insecurely down your body. "Not in the slightest. To me, you are beautiful - from the inside and the outside." You felt how your cheeks reddened; a few butterflies swirling through your belly. You didn't manage to answer something, except for the nervous giggle which left your lips. Tom found it utterly cute and smiled once again at you, before he gave your hand a soft squeeze. "My offer to take you out for dinner still stands. Whenever you feel ready, tell me. I'll be waiting right here for you. I'm not going anywhere." After those words, you were pretty sure, that Tom must be the kindest and sweetest man on earth. "Thank you."
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In Time : Tom Holland x Reader
Chapter 1
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Tom halted and rested his palms on his jean-covered thighs, his back curved, as he tried frantically to catch his breath. He’d been on his way to his temporary hotel room after an atrociously early call time this morning. Today he had been instructed to arrive at set long before the Atlanta sun was truly up. Tom’s security guard, Jack, was helping him safely make his way back to the hotel; so he could start his rest for the remainder of the week, having been given it off. Only, something evidently alerted the fans and/or paparazzi to the location of Tom’s temporary residence as both groups were currently swarming the outside of his hotel’s lobby doors. Tom had been so exhausted he didn’t even notice initially, not having looked up from his phone in the last few blocks as he turned off his alarms for the week.
Fortunately, Jack, however, was doing his job as flawlessly as usual, and noticed the crowd as soon as he and Tom rounded the corner onto the street his hotel was on. In order to stop Tom from continuing to walk, Jack extended his arm out in front of the boy’s chest.
When Tom looked up to see what the issue was, his eyes widened. How had they learned of his hotel? What was he going to do? He just wanted to rest, the last few days had been draining.
“I know you want to rest kid, but, why don’t you take a bit longer of a walk while I try to clear this out?” Jack suggested with a sad smile.
“You truly think they’ll leave?” Tom asked skeptically as he eyed the swarm of people.
Jack sighed. “Probably not,” he acknowledged. “But, I can find a way to get you in,” Jack promised.
Tom sighed. As much as he appreciated Jack being willing to find him a safe way inside, that was only one issue. It wouldn’t help him sleep through the screams Tom knew would be echoing throughout all hours of the night; like last time this happened. “We need a new hotel,” Tom commented.
Jack nodded, “I’ll try to work something out”. He looked down at his phone briefly, checking the date to confirm his hesitation. “Given the events in Atlanta right now… it’s limited in terms of safe options that would not be likely to leak your residency there, but I’ll look into it.” Jack put his phone back in his pocket and rested his hand sympathetically on Tom’s shoulder. “When it’s clear, I’ll use the back entrance to get your stuff loaded into the rental van and bring it to wherever we find as a reliable option to stay. For now, just keep your head low and walk around casually, yeah?”
“Yeah, thanks mate,” Tom said respectfully despite his disappointment.
With that all sorted, and the large group of fans and paparazzi focused on the hotel, Tom assumed he was in the clear. After all, everyone was seemingly thinking he was at the hotel that was now currently behind him as he turned to leave. Only, he had made it less than five blocks away when he was spotted. It started out as just two girls who he agreed to take pictures with, but after the photos their gleeful screaming caught the attention of others. Hence why he was now crouched over himself in an empty alley wall behind a grocery store, trying to catch his breath after having fled. Thankfully, he was working on the Spider-Man: No Way Home set currently, meaning he was in great athletic shape and condition. This made it so the run itself wasn’t too bad, but he hadn’t been prepared for this and was already exhausted from this morning on set.
“Shit,” Tom mumbled to himself, looking up as he heard a door click. Some girl, seemingly around his age, made her way out of the grocery store’s back door and into the alley he was in. Tom worried it was another fan who was about to spot him.
Y/n was walking out of work after her shift, headed out through the employee entrance in order to go to her car, when she spotted someone. The person was hunched over, as if they were out of breath or in pain. She paused and cautiously took a step back. She was undoubtedly worried as to if they were alright. But, she wasn’t naïve enough to get closer to them until she knew the person meant no harm. Y/n tilted her head to the side as she scanned the guy for any injuries, “you okay?”
“Mmhm, yep,” Tom mumbled, trying to keep his head down as to not expose his face. He futilely wiped the sweat from his forehead as he waited for the stranger to move on.
“You sure?” Y/n asked skeptically. She noticed the way the man was sweating quite a bit. It was warm out, but not enough to cause the amount of perspiration that was visible on him. When the man moved to dry his face, it allowed her the opportunity to see his face. He looked familiar, but she didn’t get a great look. She hesitantly looked around the alley and sighed. She knew the weather had forecasted for this afternoon to be uncomfortably hot, even for an Atlanta native. Which she suspected this man was not. “Listen, don’t tell my boss I did this, or I’ll lose my job, okay?” She quickly reached back into the doorway and angled her arm around the corner to grab a water bottle from the case. “Here,” she offered as she held her hand out to him.
Tom was skeptical to say the least. But, he could really use the hydration right now. So, he slowly lifted his head and turned towards where the woman was.
“It’s just water, sealed completely, it’s safe,” y/n explained, realizing who it was that was standing before her. The out of breath man looked like the actor Tom Holland. No wonder he was reluctant to accept help. Earlier today y/n had watched through the store windows as a horde of girls ran past and she could hear their screaming through the glass barrier. He must’ve been why. “It’s from a case for us employees, we are allowed one a day or otherwise we have to pay for more, I just won’t take one tomorrow,” she explained, hoping he’d take the water he very clearly needed.
“You’re giving me water?” Tom asked, slowly moving closer.
“You look like you’re going to pass out,” y/n commented worryingly. She looked up at the bright sun above them. “‘s not a good idea to run in this heat, ya know,” y/n pointed out.
“I didn’t have a choice,” Tom argued sadly, cautiously accepting the water from the kind woman.
“Yeah… I kinda put that together.. I heard screaming earlier,” y/n frowned, recalling how annoying it was even hearing it through the walls of the store. “You’re Tom Holland, aren’t you?” She whispered.
Tom nodded as he finally stood up and began to sip on the water. “You’re not going to scream, are you?” He asked as he took a break from drinking as to not get sick.
Y/n giggled and shook her head, “no.” “Were you wanting me to?” She jokingly asked as she raised her eyebrow tauntingly.
Tom laughed, “no. Thank you”.
“For not screaming?” Y/n asked squinting. “That’s an odd thing to thank someone for, but, you’re welcome?” She replied uncertainly.
Tom nodded. “That, and this,” he said as he held up the water bottle she’d given him.
Y/n smiled, glad the water bottle already seemed to be helping the poor guy. She couldn’t imagine getting chased like that, especially in the heat. “‘Course, hope your day turns around,” she smiled as she resumed walking to her car.
“It will if I can find a place to hide out for a bit,” Tom murmured defeatedly.
Y/n paused and turned to face Tom again. “From the screaming fans, that I’m assuming were chasing you, given,” she asked as she waved at his state.
Tom laughed as a blush formed on his face but he nodded. “They chased me from my hotel,” he explained.
“From your hotel?!” Y/n gasped lightly. That was a bit much. “That’s commitment, I’ll give them that,” she teased. “Bit creepy, but committed for sure,” she joked with a shake of her head.
Tom laughed in agreement but before he could respond, be noticed someone at the end of the alley. He quickly caught on that they were pulling out a camera. They had spotted him and this innocent woman.
Tom didn’t even have time to think. The second he realized what was happening, he had taken ahold of the woman’s arm and ran with her in the other direction of the paparazzi. When he reached a point he felt was far enough away from the cameraman, he stopped. Tom looked over at the woman he didn’t yet know the name of and quickly let go of her arm upon seeing her frazzled state. “Sorry, I umm,” he began stumbling over his words. He felt very guilty. This beautiful woman had gone out of her way to help him and he’d unexpectedly dragged her with him as he ran. “I didn’t want you to get hurt or caught up in that,” he explained breathily.
Y/n nodded slowly in appreciation. “Thanks,” she whispered.
Tom shook his head. She didn’t deserve to get brought into this mess, even if it had just been a small version of what he normally experienced.
“I was gonna suggest me helping you hide out in the back of the store for a bit, until things calmed down,” y/n commented. “But that’s out of the question now,” she sighed sympathetically, knowing that the person who spotted them would likely report it to some fan site or however these people got their hands on celebrities’ locations.
“Oh thanks, I do appreciate it,” Tom smiled. “It’s not your problem though, you are free to go, do you umm… I can give you cash for an Uber or-“ he began to offer, looking around to see what transportation options existed.
Y/n laughed and shook her head. “I’m good, we didn’t even go that far,” she shrugged. “Besides, where are you planning on going? Not to be rude, but I’m doubting you have an idea of what to do or where to go from here,” she frowned.
Tom rubbed the back of his neck, blushing. “I’m not super familiar with the area, no,” he admitted.
“What are your options?” Y/n asked softly. When Tom simply stood in silence with a saddened expression, she frowned. “Nothing?” She asked as she raised her left eyebrow. “Come on, you’re a celebrity, surely you have places you can go to get away, no?”
Tom sighed and looks away shaking head and hanging it in defeat. “Hotel is surrounded, my security is trying to find a backup place to stay that won’t be tracked to me when we make the change, I thought I’d gotten far enough away from the paparazzi and fans chasing me but obviously not,” he explained, waving his hands around at their new surroundings. “I’m sorry again for that, by the way,” he added.
“It’s fine, I had to go in to work early today, and just got done when I ran into you in the alley, so I didn’t have time to work out this morning,” y/n teased with a light shrug and sweet laugh.
Tom laughed loudly and covered his mouth.
Y/n smiled bashfully. “Well, it’s probably a bit odd.. but you, umm.. you can stay at my apartment until your security guy figures out what to do,” she offered. Tom stared back at her in understandable surprise. “You can obviously totally say no,” she promised. “But, I figured I’d offer, especially given you still look like you’re going to pass out and my place is nearby,” y/n explained nervously.
“You’re offering your house to me?” Tom questioned.
“Well, my apartment,” y/n corrected. “And, I’ll be there too, and just for the time being and!” She paused, her face becoming more serious. “Only if you swear not to be some creep, murderer, or whatever,” she commented firmly.
Tom chuckled and nodded, “I’m not, I swear.” He smiled softly. “You really don’t mind me being at your fla- apartment for potentially a few hours?”
“Nah,” y/n shrugged. “After all, it’ll give me a great story to tell the tabloids tomorrow,” she joked. “Relax Tom, I’m kidding. Are tabloids even a thing anymore? Do they still call them that?” She asked herself as she laughed at her cluelessness. “Wait.. Can I call you Tom? Or, do you prefer-“
“Tom is fine,” Tom nodded, smiling as he held out his hand for her to take.
Y/n giggled and politely shook Tom’s hand, “y/n”.
“Thank you y/n,“ Tom smiled.
Y/n bit her lip bashfully, not having been prepared for the way her name would sound with Tom’s accent. “You good with walking?” She asked as she refocused. “It’s only a small handful of blocks from here now,” she laughed, “if not I can go back and try to get my car and come get you”.
Tom smiled appreciatively. “I can walk, but thank you,” he answered. “You know you really don’t need to go out of your way like this for me, love”.
Y/n nodded. “I know, I don’t mind, it’s obvious you’re needing help, so I figure why not offer it since I’m able; you know?”
Tom smiled. He couldn’t help but think about how he was getting to know even more about this sweet side of y/n. He was so appreciative of how he’d offered him help. But to know it wasn’t because of who he was, made his heart flutter even more with happiness.
“Alright, so we’ll walk then, just don’t pass out on me cause I won’t carry you,” y/n joked as she began to head towards her apartment.
Tom followed after y/n. “I’ll try not to,” he teased back.
“Obviously, if you do pass out, I’d try to help,” y/n reassured to show it was a joke.
Tom laughed, “I figured”. As they turned the corner, he watched the cars pass by then and realized an oversight. “Sorry for making you walk home and leave your car behind,” he said.
“It’s fine, like I said, you’re just helping me get my exercise in for the day and save some gas,” y/n said, turning to Tom with a smirk. “Besides, it doesn’t seem like you had much of a choice.” She frowned. “Is it always this way or just a bad day?”
“Both,” Tom laughed making y/n laugh with him. He smiled at the sweet sound. “It’s always bizarre,” he explained. “But a lot happened today, on a day I was already really tired,” he laughed sadly.
“I’m sorry,” y/n said as she grimaced sympathetically, showing a disgust at his ordeal.
“Not your fault,” Tom reassured softly.
“But still, I can’t..,” y/n sighed. “I can’t imagine living like that,” she shook her head. “Left here,” she guided, turning the corner.
“It’s tiring,” Tom admitted. “But, I love what I do”.
Y/n smiled. “You’re pretty good at it too,” she complimented, smirking teasingly over at Tom.
“Yeah?” Tom asked. He grinned smugly over the light compliment.
“I suppose so,” y/n shrugged casually. “You make a decent Spider-Man,” she answered.
“Decent?” Tom chuckled. “Alright, I’ll take that,” he nodded
Y/n laughed and rolled her eyes. “I’m kidding,” she hummed.
“I’m not decent?” Tom clarified.
Y/n laughed louder and playfully nudged Tom’s shoulder/upper arm with her shoulder. “I confess you’ve managed to win over being my favorite Peter Parker,” she said. She was careful to whisper the last part in case anyone was around.
“Really?” Tom grinned proudly. “I beat out Tobey and Andrew, both?”
“I wasn’t sure about the cast change when they first announced it,” y/n admitted casually just continuing to walk, not knowing Tom was watching her closely with a smile. “But, you took on the role well,” she concluded.
“Thank you,” Tom beamed. “Can I ask who was your favorite before?”
“Let’s not get into that,” y/n giggled, looking over at Tom briefly. “No matter what I say, it’ll be technically controversial, let’s just say you’re all good,” she argued.
Tom laughed and nodded. “Fair enough, love. I can understand that stance,” he said.
“Alright, so we made it!” Y/n cheered lightly with a laugh. “Yay,” she said as she clapped dramatically in a playful manner. As she opened the door, she joked, “welcome to casa y/n”. “Come on in,” she instructed warmly as she walked in and held the door open for Tom.
Tom entered slowly in order to be respectful. He didn’t want to overstep y/n’s gracious offering.
“Here, why don’t I show you around so you can feel more comfortable making yourself at home,” y/n proposed. She set her bag on her rack by her front door. “Mind locking the door? You just never know in the U.S.,” she laughed, signaling to Tom who was standing right beside the now-closed door.
Tom nodded and complied, quickly locking the door behind him.
“Great, now, for the grand tour!” Y/n winked. “Right this way, Mr. Holland,” she said, dramatically waving him froward.
Tom laughed and followed after y/n. “Thank you, Ms…” he paused, not knowing her last name.
“Y/l/n,” y/n curtsied. “Now, this here, is the living room slash dining room”. She signaled to the wide-open space that held her television, a coffee table, two lamps, and a c-shaped sectional couch. “Through that door is the balcony,” she explained, pointing to the opposite end of the room than the front door. “There’s a small utilities shed out there. Mostly full of miscellaneous crap,” She mumbled, moving to continue the tour. “Oh! And extra DVDs, so if there’s nothing you want to watch by the TV,” she said, pointing at the DVD stands by the television that held most of her movie collection, “there’s more in there”.
Moving to lead Tom to the right of the front door, y/n pointed to the side. “Here’s obviously the kitchen. You can help yourself to whatever is in here, just please set the dishes in the sink when done since some are hand-wash only; I’ll catch up on them later”.
Directly parallel to the kitchen at the edge of the hallway leading to bedrooms was the small closet. As they made their way to the hallway, y/n pointed at the closet door. “In there is mostly just coats, a vacuum and other cleaning supplies, and.. oh! Also some blankets, but I doubt you’ll need those given it’s still fairly warm this year despite it being October. But, should you, that’s where extras are!”
Tom smiled to himself as y/n rambled on. She was really cute and her side comments were truly adorable.
“Now, down this hallway we have the bedrooms. That is mine there at the end. Here to the left of the hallway is the guest bedroom,” y/n explained. “If you’d prefer to hang out in there inside of the living room, feel free, as you can opening the door, it’s doesn’t have a TV like the living room, but it does have my board game collections,” she laughed pointing to the open closet full of games and stuff like that.
“I also have a lot of office supplies in that closet if you need anything like that,” y/n needlessly added as she walked back out into the hallway. “Across from the guest room is the bathroom, obviously you’re free to use that too,” she laughed. “There’s extra towels in the bottom left drawer of the sink vanity if you need ‘em. Everything else is pretty straight forward”.
“And lastly,” y/n said as she entered the hallway yet again. She quickly turned to the right at the end of the hallway and entered into the main bedroom. “This is my bedroom, I guess you can hang out in here if you really want,” she laughed nervously. “But just stay off the bed please, at least until you’ve showered, sorry, I’m a bit clean freak when it comes to my bed,” she admitted.
“That’s alright, I understand that,” Tom said with a kind smile.
“Anyways,” y/n hummed, smiling to herself; grateful Tom wasn’t upset with her. “Umm.. yeah, this is my room, the closet over there just has my clothes, nothing special,” she said as she pointed to the far back right corner of the room. “And last but not least, is the laundry room here,” y/n concluded as she opened the door that was in the front right corner of her room that shared a corner with her bedroom entrance. “You’ll find all the supplies you may need there on the shelves, and yeah, I think that’s it.” Y/n laughed and flicked the light back off before exiting into hallway with Tom.
“Thank you for this, truly, love,” Tom hummed. “It’s so unbelievably kind of you,” he added as he followed y/n back to her living room.
“‘Course,” y/n shrugged. “By the way, are you hungry?” She questioned as she walked into the kitchen. “I was just gonna eat some snacks, but can cook lunch instead if you want,” she offered.
“No, no, that’s fine,” Tom promised.
“You sure?” Y/n asked over her shoulder as she opened the cupboard.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t say no to some snacks though,” Tom said. He smiled as he calmly walked over to the living room and sat on the sofa.
“Okay! Want to pick out something for us to watch? The remote should be on that black coffee table there,” y/n instructed without looking.
After a few minutes, y/n walked over and set a bowl of snacks down in front of Tom. “Here, go ahead and get started,“ she smiled. “I have to water some of my plants really quick before I forget .. again,” she laughed.
“Need any help?” Tom asked.
“Nah,” y/n hummed. Although she was surprised by the offer. No one ever offered to help her with something like that. Or any house chores, even if they caused the mess. Her boyfriend Ryan came to mind. “I’m good, thanks though”.
Tom watched as y/n tenderly watered her plants around the room, clearly taking great care of each one before disappearing down the hall presumably to water the others. He didn’t know how he managed to stumble upon y/n. How he’d been that lucky to not run into any more screaming fans and into her sweet presence instead. But he was eternally grateful for it.
“Why you decide to rent a two bedroom? Did you have a roommate initially?” Tom asked, continuing the small talk he was making with y/n, their voices carrying over the soft sound of the television in the background.
“It was all that was available when I moved in, and by the time I got settled and they had a one bedroom, I’d grown used to having a two bedroom,” y/n explained. “It comes in handy when friends or family need to stay over, or, I suppose, the random celebrity,” she teased.
Tom laughed and rolled eyes playfully. “Hopefully it won’t come to that, not that I’m not appreciative!” “I just don’t want to take up more of your time and space than I already have,” he explained politely.
Y/n shrugged carelessly. “Meh, you’re fine. Say, are you going to shower? I have some laundry to do tonight, but it can wait if you wanted to shower now that the show is over”.
“Actually, that sounds incredible,” Tom laughed, his the sweat making his skin feel sticky. “Towels are in the bottom drawer, right?” He asked, standing up.
“Yep! You can use any of the soaps in there, there should also be an extra loofah in the… umm actually hold on,” y/n said and jumped up.
“Ahh, here it is,” she said pulling her hand back down from the corner shelf that was just outside of, but still next to the shower. She hooked her fingers through the thin plastic tag and tore it off before she passed Tom the unused purple loofah sponge. “Let me know if you need anything,” she said backing out of the room.
“Thanks again,” Tom smiled as y/n closed the door. He locked the door and quickly stripped out of his clothes. It only took a few seconds to get the water turned in and at the right temp. He sighed in relief as he stepped into the cascading water.
Y/n bit her lip as she searched through the small collection of Ryan’s clothes in her closet. She’d only realized after Tom got into the shower that he’d likely want fresh clothes to change into. Luckily, she simultaneously remembered her boyfriend had kept some of his clothes at her place. It wasn’t much as Ryan hated y/n wearing his clothes because they weren’t made for girls to wear or some stupid reason like that. Y/n hadn’t cared enough to argue or talk about it further. But, it meant that all that was in her apartment right now were two shirts and a pair of black drawstring sweatpants that Ryan had left behind for whenever he stayed over. She’d washed them since the last time he’d stayed, but Ryan hadn’t been in the mood to spend the night with her in a while now, so they had just sat here. At least it meant they were still clean and therefore options for Tom to wear. She suspected they were roughly the same size. Plus the sweatpants could be tightened if needed. She gathered both shirt options and the sweatpants in her hands and walked back into the hallway.
Y/n gasped as the bathroom door suddenly opened, revealing a shirtless Tom as he stood there with a towel hanging around his waist. She gulped and quickly looked away from his defined chest. He’d clearly been doing his Marvel workouts. Y/n! She scolded herself. “Umm, uhh, Sorry!” she mumbled.
“Sorry,” Tom echoed. “Do you happen to have any clothes that’ll fit? Maybe a sleep shirt? If not, it’s okay, I can make do with-“ He spoke quickly.
“Yes, uhh…yeah. That’s, that’s umm… that’s what I was just doing actually,” y/n said, trying to compose herself. “These should work, I think. I didn’t know which shirt you’d want, so I brought both”.
“Sweet, thank you, love,” Tom smiled, taking the clothes from y/n.
Y/n nodded and hummed. “I’ll be.. uh, I’ll be out there,” she mumbled, pointing to the living room.
Tom fought the urge to chuckle at y/n’s shy reaction. He quickly changed and checked himself in the mirror. After fixing his damp hair, he took a breath while looking at his reflection as he tried to boost his confidence. After all, his host, y/n, was radiant in both personality and appearance. And, while he knew all of her actions so far was just her being friendly and considerate, he hoped that maybe she found him attractive as well. Her bashful reaction to seeing him shirtless seemed to suggest that she just might.
Tom intentionally let his hand brush against y/n’s in the bowl of popcorn even though he hasn’t finished the last handful that was still in his mouth. When she looked over at him at the contact he smiled warmly before innocently placing a piece of popcorn in his mouth. He swallowed his mouthful as she looked back at the tv. “‘ey, love,” Tom spoke gently, guiding her chin towards him. He smiled at the slightly surprised and bashful look in her eyes. “You’ve got some cheese dust,” he said moving his thumb up to graze the corner of her lips, “right ‘ere”. He said wiping the imaginary cheese dust from her face.
“Oh,” y/n gasped. She touched her lips faintly. “Thank you,” she replied cluelessly. “Was that all of it? Or do I still look like a slob?” She laughed, facing Tom.
Tom shook his head and laughed softly. “No, love, you look beautiful, cheese or no cheese”. “But it’s all gone now,” he smiled.
“Oh good, thank you,” y/n said as she smiled back. She was just glad Tom had helped her not look like such a mess; oblivious to the fact she hadn’t actually had anything on her face in the first place and that it was just an excuse to touch her flirtatiously. “By the way, the clothes fit okay?”
Tom nodded. “Yeah, thank you again, I’ll find a way to get them back to you, I appreciate being able to change,” he said, maintaining eye contact with y/n as he smiled.
“I’m just glad my boyfriend had left at least one set of clothes behind last time he stayed over,” y/n laughed. “Otherwise, you’d have had to wear your sweaty ones from your oh so fun runs earlier,” she teased.
“Your.. your boyfriend..? You have a boyfriend?”Tom asked disappointed. He wasn’t surprised y/n had one; it made sense, look at her. But still, he hadn’t seen photos of her with any guy in any of her photo frames she’d scattered around the apartment or anything. As such, he’d hoped that meant she was single; but, sadly no.
Y/n nodded. “Mhm, yeah, Ryan, he has his own apartment, just down the street”.
“Is.. is he okay with me being here?” Tom asked. “I mean, not that he would get the final say, it’s your place and your life, but um.. I don’t want to make things harder for you,” he feministically rushed out.
Y/n shrugged. “I’m sure he’s fine with it. You needed help, I don’t see why that should be a problem.”
Tom nodded. “Okay, if you’re sure”.
“I’m sure!” Y/n promised with a grin.
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Hoodies, Shirts, and Other Accessories
Tom Holland x Reader
Tom finds out some new things about how close you and your guy friends are. He gets jealous, rightfully so
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Screw the ones who said you aren't able to have a healthy relationship with a guy and keep the same relationship with your previous guy friends. Screw them.
Screw their opinion.
Screw it all.
You have an amazing -and understanding- relationship with Tom. Nothing about you hanging with your old friends, who overall consist of males, has changed. You guys do this little thing called communication. It goes a long way.
You know what all those big mouth know it all's said? They said it couldn't happen. You'd have to pick. Boyfriend or boy friends. They don't mix. You can't just "hang" with them. Not co-inhabitable. What a load of bul-
"You ok, Love? You're starring." Your lovely boyfriend laughs lightly as he looks at you from the other side of the counter, a little embarrassed by your distant stare.
You snap out of your thoughts, blinking at him a few times before a smile grows on your lips. "Yup," you lean over the edge toward him, "I just love you so much." Before he can respond, you connect your lips in a slow kiss.
Tom pulls away and smiles. "Well, I love you too. But I gotta
get going. Harry had some stuff planned for later. We still on for dinner date?"
"Yeah, of course," you smile at him as he moves to give you one more kiss before slipping from the room.
Today is Saturday, and you and Tom would always have a date if neither of you had other plans. Whether it was going to dinner or just staying in to cuddle. You'd do it.
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On Sunday, you and Tom are deciding to meet at the mall with a group of friends. "Hey," Tom says, walking into the kitchen where you were standing. You'd both become comfortable with walking into each other's homes.
"Hi, Ready?"
Tom was about to answer yes, but when you turned to him, something stopped him from answering. Your shirt. Well, not your shirt. That's Xavier's shirt. Why are you wearing Xavier's shirt?
"Is that a new shirt?"
Tom saw Xavier about a week ago. He was wearing that same shirt, sure, you could've got a matching one, but wouldn't he have known? He would've seen it? Something?
"No," you shake your head, walking up to him, ready to go.
Tom had to remind himself. Communication. Don't try to brush it off. "Um, I just- I've seen- isn't that Xavier's shirt? I didn't know you wore his- someone else's but my clothes."
You shake your head. "Oh, no, it's not. We happen to get the same one," you shrug.
"Oh," Tom lets out a breath. "Oh, I see." He shakes his head and laughs at himself. "I'm sorry. I just thought- I don't know. You wearing his clothes it- like I said, you wearing not my clothes. I don't know. Never mind, let's get going." Tom shakes his head and shrugs, not really able to get his words out but not caring. It's not his shirt.
"I mean, I do, you know that," you nonchalantly say as you begin to walk past him toward the door.
Tom's brows quickly frown. "Wait, what?"
You turn back to him. "I wear his clothes. You knew that, didn't you?"
"No." Tom clenches his jaw. "I did not."
"Oh, my bad, I thought you did," you shrug.
Sure, Xavier is your best mate, but Tom is your boyfriend. He doesn't care about the many other things you do with him and the others, but his clothes too? That seems a little too close to the line.
"Y/n. I don't think- I know, I am not comfortable with you wearing his clothes," Tom says sternly, a look of anger crossing his features from the thought.
"Tom," you laugh lightly, "you can't be serious? Right?"
"I'm very serious. You do a lot with your friends and I understand they're like your family. But I do not think it proper to wear his clothes when I'm your boyfriend," he says, crossing his arms.
"Tom, baby, please listen to yourself. Hear what you're saying. You should at least understand I have a reason," you say, staying calm but a hint of sarcasm in your voice.
Tom huffs. "A reason? For wearing another man's clothes?"
You can't be mad. Tom just doesn't understand. You admit, you never explained, but you naturally thought he knew or noticed by now. But here he is, arms crossed with a look that you can tell he wants to seem angry, he wants you to know he's serious, but all you can see is the boyish pout.
He's jealous. With all the things he lets you do without problem. You can't be mad at a little jealousy. "Tom," you walk up to him, putting both your hands over his cheeks, "I wear all their clothes."
"What?"
You step back at his confusion. "It's not just him. I wear all their clothes and anything else. If that makes you feel better."
"It doesn't, not really."
"Ok...well, my reason might." A beat of silence said for you to continue. "They're my friends Tom. My brothers. I love them, so I have some of their clothes, and I wear them because when I do, I feel like they're with me. I feel like during some of the most important moments and times I wanna always remember, even if they're not there, it's like they are. That's why I wear their clothes."
"And you've always done this?"
"Yes," you let out a small breathy laugh.
"On our first date, I had on Remon's jacket. Last week, during our cuddle session I was wearing Jaden's shirt. I wear a lot of Remon's hoodies too. And if it's not clothes it's their rings or chains. Tonight, even though I have the shirt that's for Xavier, I'm wearing the shoes Drew and I picked out. And look," you pull out your phone, "we all literally have these matching phone cases."
"Well, I knew about that," Tom mumbles, not meeting your eye.
"Tommy, I promise there's no reason to be jealous. Sure, I wear their stuff, but I love, and look hottest, in yours," you smile.
"That's debatable," he says lowly.
You laugh and lean up to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "So, we good?"
He nods after a moment. "It'll take some getting used to, but yeah, I guess."
"If it bothers you that much, I can stop."
"It's important to you. I won't ask that."
"You're important to me too." He smiles, leaning his head against yours and savoring the moment between you both. "Plus, if I stop, then that just means I'll start taking them with us on our outings or anything we do.”
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hold your horses! (t.h)
tom holland x reader
summary: rumors fly during an interview leading to a shock announcement for tom and his girlfriend
a/n: inspired by a tiktok i saw months ago and have not stopped thinking abt since
i literally could not think of one panel-type event that wasnt comic-con i am so sorry flsjsjksjs
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Tom shifts in his seat, running one hand through his curls as he tries to keep his face animated and stop his eyes glazing over. he's been sat on a vaguely uncomfortable chair for the last hour or so at Comic-Con, promoting his latest movie and as much as he loves his job and the fans, all he wants to do is crawl into bed and curl up next to you for a good twelve hours.
"Tom?" prompts the interviewer.
"I- I'm so sorry, what was your question?" he asks, flushing in embarrassment at being caught zoning out.
"Is Y/N here today?" repeats the interviewer patiently.
Tom grins at the mention of your name and he sits up taller, eyes scanning the crows until he finds you, hoodie pulled up over your head to hide from eagle-eyed fans.
"She is, yeah. I basically dragged her here so we could kind of spend time together, as an apology." he admits.
"An apology?" the interviewer says. "What did you do, Tom?"
"Yeah, what did you do, Tom?" echoes one of his co-stars, laughing.
"I fell asleep during our movie date." Tom admits sheepishly, shaking his head at the roar of laughter from the crowd. "Twenty minutes in, I was out cold."
"You didn't!" laughs the interviewer. "What did she do?"
"She was the absolute best, of course. She just held me and stroked my hair and wrapped me up in a blanket and then stayed on the sofa with me all night." he says, eyes crinkling at the general "awww" from the crowd.
The interviewer's eyes glint mischievously as Tom tells his story, clearly sensing a way to divert the interview to The Good Stuff™.
"So speaking of Y/N, there's been a lot of talk about you two online recently." he starts. "Specifically, engagement rumors? Is there any basis, any truth to these rumors?"
Tom shifts around as he stalls for time until he can meet your eyes in the crowd, raising his fluffy eyebrow ever so slightly to silently ask if you're okay with him talking about your relationship. You give him a tiny nod, encouraging him to go on.
"No, we're not engaged." he says. "But we've honestly never been happier than we are right now. She's so creative, and caring, and funny, and gorgeous. There's no one else I'd rather spend my life with."
You can't help but feel slightly choked up as he gushes, resisting the urge to throw off your hoodie and run up to the stage, crushing him into a bear hug and never letting go.
"WHEN ARE YOU PROPOSING?!" yells a particularly enthusiastic fan, rousing cheers from the rest of the crowd and the cast members on stage.
Tom laughs as he winks at you again.
"When I'm sure she'll say yes."
This, of course, results in almost hysterical screams (affectionate).
You pull your phone from your pocket, tapping on Tom's contact and typing out a message. He's watching you of course, so when he feels his phone buzz in his pocket he pulls it out, cheering like an excited seven year old, "I got a text! From Y/N!"
Y/N 💗: i'd marry you in a heartbeat baby <3
He blows a kiss in your direction, grinning from ear to ear. As he's distracted, gazing at you lovingly, a co-star leans over his shoulder and reads the text.
"Holy shit!" they laugh. "Did Tom Holland just get engaged?"
The screams reach an all-time record and you wince slightly, bringing a hand up to your ringing ear. Tom snatches his phone closer, rolling his eyes.
"Hold your horses!" he laughs. "Let me check."
He balances the microphone in his left hand as he types out a quick message.
tommy 🤠: Did we just get engaged??
Y/N 💗: we will be when you give me that rock hidden at the back of your sock drawer 😳
Tom's soft brown eyes crinkle around the edges as he grins all but leaps up from his chair.
"Is this interview wrapping up soon?" He asks cheekily. "I've got to go get engaged."
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pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader
Synopsis: you have a personal rule against dating co-stars that causes tension in your friendship with Tom (ft. Harry styles)
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“You two obviously have an incredibly chemistry onscreen, so I have to ask. Has that chemistry led to anything offscreen?”
You sucked in a sharp breath but kept your smile as you looked over at Tom. He looked at you too, biting back a smile from knowing how much you hated that question.
“You know, you’re the first person to ever ask us that question.” You said through a forced smile.
“Am I?“ The journalist asked you.
“She’s being sarcastic.” Tom chuckled. “That’s just about the only question we get asked. That and “what kind of underwear do you wear under the suit.”
“You do get that a lot.” You laughed, hoping to change the subject.
“Well that’s what the people want to know.” The journalist said. “So is there anything going on between the two of you that we should know about? Any secret romance?”
“Oh my God.” You mumbled a little louder than you meant to. Tom felt his cheeks heat up but kept quiet.
“I’ll take that as a no?” The journalist chuckled.
“I’m sorry. I really don’t mean to be rude. I’m just tired of being asked that question over and over. Why does everyone think I’m dating my costar?” You laughed and tried not to sound as annoyed as you felt.
“Oh no.” Tom chuckled. “Here we go again.”
“It’s just annoying. I feel like the Zac Efron rumors stopped two days ago and now this?” You sighed and gestured between you and Tom.
“You are Zac did seem pretty close during your press tour.” The journalist said, making jealousy rise up in Tom’s chest. You had assured him multiple times that you and Zac were never anything more than friends, but he had spent too many sleepless nights watching compilations of Zac flirting with you in interviews to not be bothered by that statement.
“Because we’re good friends and we were promoting a movie together.” You shrugged. “That doesn’t mean we were together.”
“So you never dated Zac?” The journal asked you as Tom’s jaw tightened.
“Nope.” You shook your head. “Not even a little.”
“And you’re not dating Tom?” The journalist asked, making you let out another little sigh.
“Nope.” Tom answered for you. “Not even a little.”
“I don’t date co-stars. Ever. It’s my only rule.” You said simply, making Tom’s heart sink a little.
“Why not?” The journalist wondered.
“I just don’t believe in mixing my work and my personal life like that. It gets too messy. I set that boundary when I first started acting and I’ve always stuck to it.”
“So you’d never date a co-star?”
“Never.” You shrugged. Tom looked down at his lap so the cameras wouldn’t catch the disappointment on his face. He knew you felt that way, but it hurt to hear you say it.
“What about you, Tom? Would you?” The journalist asked.
“If I loved her, I would.” Tom said with a sad smile. You looked over at him and felt guilt rise in your chest.
“Well that’s different. I could ignore a crush on a co-star for the sake of keeping things professional. But love is love. You can’t ignore love.” You said as you looked over at Tom.
“Yeah. I agree.” Tom said as he gave you a soft smile. You held eye contact for a minute before looking away.
After a long day of press junkets, you and Tom went back to his hotel room together. You kicked off you high heels and flopped onto Tom’s bed while he changed into his pajamas.
“That interview from today was posted and people are already over analyzing they way we look at each other.” You sighed as Tom sat beside you on the bed.
“I saw that. How many times can people post a picture of us with the caption “get you someone who looks at you the way Tom Holland looks at Y/n L/n” before they get tired of it?”
“Or “the way he looks at her”.” You said added and made heart eyes at Tom.
“I want what they have.” Tom sighed dramatically and put his hand over his heart. You both laughed and laid down beside each other on his bed.
“I just don’t understand the logic. Surely the journalists know that every interviewer before them has asked us if we were dating. Why do they all think they’re gonna be the ones to finally get us to admit it?” You asked as you looked over at him.
“You’re really bothered by this, huh?” Tom asked, hoping his tone didn’t reveal how disappointed he felt.
“I don’t know. It’s just so annoying.” You sighed. “I want people to know me for my work, not for my supposed boyfriend. I’m not Harry Styles ex. I’m not Tom Holland’s “rumored girl”. I’m me. If that’s not interesting enough, then don’t talk to me.”
“Everybody gets asks about their love life. It’s part of the job.”
“I know. But you don’t get asked who you’re dating nearly as much as I do. I feel like no cares about the work I put into my characters. They only care about if I’m dating my costar. Why do I even bother being in this business if I will never be seen for my talent? All I’ll ever be is a love interest. And that’s really frustrating.” You sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Tom stayed silent as he listened to you let your feelings out. He reached over and put his hand on top of yours to let you know he was there for you. You smiled softly and put your free hand over his.
“I’m sorry for ranting. I just never want to be reduced to someone’s girlfriend. That would never happen to you or any other guy. Nobody refers to you as “Y/n’s boyfriend” or “Y/n’s new man”. It’s not fair.”
“Excuse you. I refer to myself as that all the time.” Tom scoffed.
“You know what I mean.” You laughed. “It’s such a double standard. You get to shine on your own but I always have to be tied to some guy to be relevant. They call you Tom, star of the Marvel franchise and call me Y/n, his rumored girlfriend in the same sentence. It’s all such bullshit.”
“It is bullshit.” Tom agreed. “Next time you get asked if you’re dating me, you should just punch the interviewer right in the face.”
“Tom.” You laughed and playfully swatted his arm.
“I’m serious.” He insisted. “That’ll send a message to all other journalists that you’re not to be messed with.”
“Yeah. Maybe I should.” You chuckled and looked up at the ceiling again. Tom looked at you for a minute before propping himself up on his elbow. He cupped your chin and moved your face to look at him.
“Hey.” He said softly. “I see the way you shine. I see your talent. And I see how hard you work. You’ve never been just a love interest to me.”
“Thanks.” You returned the smile. Tom gulped a little and started to lean in as your eyes fluttered shut. Before your lips could touch, someone knocked at the door. You quickly sat up as Tom moved away from you.
“Are you guys ready for dinner?” Jacob called through the door. You and Tom slowly made eye contact and exchanged flustered smiles.
“We should…” You trailed off and nodded towards the door.
“Yeah. Let’s go.” Tom faked a smile and got off the bed. You left the hotel and avoided eye contact all the way to the restaurant. Tom tried to push the almost kiss from his mind as the cast sat down to dinner. He kept trying to make eye contact with you from across the table. You were still rattled from almost breaking your rule that you couldn’t look at Tom. You all went out to a bar afterwards for drinks and once you had some alcohol into you, you were ready to talk to him again.
“Does this eyebrow ever go down?” You asked as you smoothed Tom’s eyebrow down with your thumb.
“Don’t make fun of it.” Tom drunkenly whined. “This is a bully free zone. And you know I can’t fix it.”
“This is not a bully free zone.” You laughed and wrapped an arm around his neck. “And I didn’t say I wanted you to fix it. I love it. It’s my third favorite thing about your face.”
“Third?” Tom chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you closer.
“After your crooked nose and eyes, duh.” You playfully rolled your eyes. Your gaze slowly drifted past Tom and your smile fell.
“Oh shit.”
“What?” Tom wondered and turned his head to look in the direction you were looking in.
“My ex is here.” You whispered harshly and pointed to a man.
“Your ex is….” Tom trailed off when his eyes landed on Harry Styles.
“Wait, your ex boyfriend is Harry Styles?” Tom asked. “Harry fucking Styles?”
“Yeah. You knew that. We’ve talked about this multiple times.”
“I thought you were kidding!” Tom exclaimed. “This whole time, I thought that was a joke.”
“It wasn’t a joke. Who do you think his last album was about?” You snorted and let go of Tom as you started to walk away.
“You’re going over there?” Tom asked as he gently caught your wrist.
“Well I gotta say hi.” You insisted. “We ended things on good terms.”
“Can I come with you?” Tom asked as he nervously looked between you and Harry.
“Why? Jealous?” You teased.
“Extremely. That’s Harry fucking Styles!” Tom exclaimed, making you laugh.
“I know it is. And since I used to be fucking Harry Styles, I gotta go say hi.” You said as you pulled Tom over to Harry. Tom stood back and watched nervously as you squeezed Harry’s arm.
“Hey.” You smiled warmly.
“Oh hello, love. Long time no see.” Harry grinned and pulled you into a hug that lasted way too long for Tom’s liking.
“I know. Your hair was down to your shoulders last time I saw you.” You said as you reached up to touch his hair. Tom was too drunk to handle the situation reasonably and started to sweat.
“Yeah. It was time for a change.” Harry replied as his eyes drifted over to Tom. Tom cleared his throat and put his hand on your back as he held out a hand.
“Hi. I’m Tom.”
“Nice to meet you, mate.” Harry said as he shook Tom’s hand.
“Nice to meet you too. You two have a new movie coming out soon, right?” Harry asked as he took a sip of his drink.
“Yeah. We’re on the press tour now.” Tom said as he put an arm around you.
“I see. Maybe our characters will share a screen one day.” Harry said as he took notice of the way Tom was holding you.
“Oh yeah. I forgot Harry fucking Styles is in the Marvel universe.” Tom said, mostly to himself.
“What was that, mate?” Harry asked.
“Nothing.” Tom said quickly.
“Right. I actually saw you when you first walked in but I didn’t want to interrupt anything. Are you two here on a date?” Harry asked in a casual tone. Both of your faces fell as you thought back to the near kiss in the hotel earlier.
“Don’t answer that.” Harry chuckled. “Your faces told me plenty.”
“Well we should probably get back to our table. It was good to see you.” You said as you squeezed Harry’s hand.
“It was good to see you too, love. Take care.” Harry said and leaned in to kiss your cheek. Tom watched with a clenched jaw but kept his mouth shut.
“Bye Tom.” Harry winked.
“Bye Harry fucking Styles.” Tom mumbled.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch that.” Harry said and leaned in to hear Tom better.
“I just said bye.” Tom faked a smile before leading you away.
Once you left the bar, Tom went back with you to your hotel room to make sure you got in okay. He sat on your bed while you took your makeup off in the bathroom. You came out a few minutes later with a clean face and dressed in the hotel bath robe. Tom felt his heart speed up at the sight of you and gulped.
“Can I ask you something?” He said before he lost his nerve.
“Yeah. Anything.” You said as you set out your outfit for the next day.
“How did you two end up together?” Tom asked. “You and Harry?”
“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “We were young and kept running into each other at different red carpets and events. He asked me out at one of them and I said yes.”
“Wow.” Tom chuckled dryly. “Was that before or after you made your no dating co-stars rule?”
“After.”
“Hm.” Tom said shortly as he chewed on the inside of his cheeks.
“What?” You wondered. “What are you not saying?”
“Nothing. I just think your rule is dumb.” Tom said without looking at you. You stopped touching your clothes and kept your back to Tom.
“It’s not dumb.” You said quietly. “I have the rule for a reason. Relationships are tricky and they’re even harder in the public eye. Somebody always gets hurts. And I’d rather avoid the awkwardness of having to play lovers onscreen with someone I used to date.”
“Is that why you didn’t date Zac?”
“I didn’t date Zac before I didn’t want to date Zac.” You chuckled softly. Tom gulped a little before getting to what he really wanted to ask you.
“Is that why you won’t date me?” He asked quietly. You slowly turned around but kept your eyes on the ground.
“We shouldn’t have this conversation.”
“I need to have this conversation.” Tom said as he got off your bed. He walked over to you and cupped your face so that you would look at him. He opened his mouth to speak and you quickly put your fingertips over his lips.
“Please don’t say it.” You whispered. “Don’t say what you want to say. It’s just gonna complicate things.”
“I want to complicate things. I want you.”
“It’s just gonna mess things up. Wouldn’t you rather be friends forever than boyfriend and girlfriend for a little while?”
“Who says we’ll only last a little while?” Tom asked as he played with the belt of your robe.
“Nothing lasts forever, Tom. You know that. We work really well as friends. I don’t want to mess that up.”
“You don’t want to even try?” Tom asked sadly.
“Of course I want to try. I just don’t want to fail.” You said as you looked into his eyes.
“Maybe we won’t fail.” He smiled weakly. You let out a sigh and took his hand in yours.
“I just don’t want to end up hating each other.” You said as you looked at your intertwined hands.
“I could never hate you.” Tom insisted. You looked up at him and gave him a sad smile.
“I could never hate you either.”
“So love me instead.” He said as he took a step closer to you. Your nose scrunched up and you let out a short laugh.
“That was pretty cliche.” You told him.
“But it’s working, isn’t it?” Tom asked as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours with every word.
“Maybe.” You gulped as you eyes stayed on his lips. Before your lips could touch, you pulled your head back and covered your lips with your hands.
“Nope. I’m not gonna kiss you. I would never kiss you.”
“You wouldn’t?” Tom asked coyly.
“Nope. I don’t even want to.”
“You don’t?” Tom asked as he leaned in even closer.
“No.” You lied. “Because I don’t feel anything for you. I can’t. I don’t date my costars. It’s my one rule.”
“Can’t you break it? Just this once?” Tom dropped his playful tone and genuinely pleaded with you. You almost gave in, but you just couldn’t do it.
“I can’t. I’m sorry. I just can’t.” You said apologetically. Tom withdrew from you as his eyes fell to the floor.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then, darling.” He said as he gave you a sad smile.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said quietly, beginning to rethink your decision. Tom left without another word and went back to his hotel room. He immediately got out his laptop and googled Harry’s name.
“What makes you so special?” Tom mumbled as he scrolled through some articles on Harry. He came upon a headline that made his heart stop.
“Ed Sheeran reveals Harry Styles has a huge penis.” Tom read off his screen. He slammed his laptop shut and let out an angry sigh.
“Harry fucking Styles.” He muttered.
The next day, you and Tom sat beside each other at a press junket. There was an icy tension that neither of you addressed out loud. You both silently agreed not to talk about the day before for the sake of the press tour.
“I’m sitting here with Tom Holland and Y/n L/n, stars of the latest installment in the Marvel franchise. I have to ask you, is it weird to play a couple on screen when you’re such good friends?” The journalist. You and Tom blinked a few times in surprise, neither of you wanting to be the first to answer that question. You exchanged a quick look before turning back to the journalist.
“I think it was a little awkward first but it comes pretty naturally to us now.” You answered and hoped that would be sufficient.
“And that never carried over to real life? You know, since it comes so naturally to you?”
You gulped at the question and tried to keep a neutral face when you felt like screaming on the inside. It was the worst possible question at the worst possible timing.
“I think it comes more naturally to some of us than others.” Tom cut it, making you side eye him.
“Well I think just because something comes naturally to you that doesn’t necessarily mean you have to act on it.” You shrugged. “I’m weirdly good at baseball. Doesn’t mean I have any interest in joining the MLB.”
“Maybe not.” Tom agreed. “But then again, if something comes naturally to you and you want to act on it, why stop yourself?”
“Because some of us have rules against acting on it.” You said through a clenched smile.
“Well some of us think that rule is stupid.” Tom shrugged, making you glare at him. He stared back briefly before returning his attention to the journalist.
“So what can we expect next from your characters?” She asked, hoping to get rid of some of the awkward tension that had erupted.
“I’d like to see my character happy.” Tom replied. “And surrounded by people who make him happy.”
“Me too.” You agreed.
“Then maybe your character should stop pushing the people who are any to make her happy away.” Tom said as he smiled sweetly at you.
“My character doesn’t push them away.” You returned the smile. “She just knows how to set boundaries where she needs them.”
“Does your character set boundaries or does she put up walls out of fear and call them by a different name?” Tom asked as he tapped his chin.
“My character isn’t scared. She just doesn’t want to ruin something that’s important to her with your character.” You replied, never dropping your forced smile.
“Well my character doesn’t think anything would be ruined. He thinks that crossing that boundary would only improve the relationship between us - I mean, our characters.”
“Well my character doesn’t want to take that chance.”
“So have you guys done any sight seeing while you’re in town?” The journalist asked with a nervous laugh. You and Tom exchanged an angry look and silently agreed to drop the argument until later.
After a long day of press, you finally were able to go back to your hotel. The elevator ride to your room was silent but as soon as the door was closed behind you, Tom spoke up.
“We need to talk.“
“Please. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. It’s already gotten so out of hand. I told you how I feel and it’s not going to change. Can we please just drop it?” You asked as you sat down on your bed.
“I can’t drop it. Why are you fighting this?”
“Why do you care so much? Why can’t you just let me go?”
“Because I won’t accept us not being together. If you didn’t feel the same, then things would be different. But I know you feel what I feel and I think it’s ridiculous that we don’t do something about it.” Tom said as he stood in front of you. You looked up at him and could see how miserable this was making him.
“I have a rule.” You said quietly.
“It’s a stupid rule!” He exclaimed.
“I know it’s a stupid rule!” You shouted as you stood up.
“So why do you follow it? Why do you torture yourself?”
“Because I’d never forgive myself for fucking up our friendship when things go wrong. Which they will. They always do.” You stated, making you both fall silent. The only sound in the room was your heavy breathing as a hot tear sipped down your face.
“I’d never forgive myself if I broke your heart.” You said quietly as you sat back down on the bed in defeat. Tom stayed silent as he wiped his face with his sleeves.
“Can we please just forget this whole thing and go back to being friends?” You pleaded as you looked up at him. “Can’t we just go back to the way things were?”
“I can’t go back.” Tom said lowly. “I can’t be your friend. You said it yourself. You can’t ignore love.”
“You don’t love me.” You laughed dryly and shook your head.
“Don’t I?” He asked, slight anger in his voice.
“You may think you do but you’re wrong. You’re just excited by the fantasy of it all. Our relationship is forbidden for reasons out of your control so you push harder for us to happen. But trust me. If you actually had me, you wouldn’t want me. The excitement would melt away in an instant.”
“Darling, I think you’re an incredibly intelligent girl but you could not be more wrong. I do love you. I love you exactly as you are. I don’t understand why you can’t get out of your own way and let me.”
You opened your mouth to say something but no words came out. You slowly shut it and gave Tom an defeated shrug. He nodded his head and looked at the ground, seeming like the had finally accepted your answer.
“I should go. I won’t fight you any more on this. I can’t make you love me if you don’t want to.” He said without meeting your eyes.
“It’s not that I don’t want to-“
“I know. You just won’t.” He looked at you with a sad smile.
“Tom.” You got off the bed and grabbed his arm before he could leave. He stopped going for the door and looked at you with sad eyes before kissing your cheek.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, darling. Good night.” He gave you one last smile before leaving you alone in your room. You looked up at the ceiling as tears slid down face. You looked over at the wall with watery eyes, knowing Tom was in the next room feeling just as bad as you were. You didn’t know if your relationship could recover from this and that made you feel even worse.
The next day, you didn’t have any press to do before the premier. You spent the day getting your hair and makeup done, a process you normally loved but couldn’t enjoy because of the heavy weight on your chest. You hoped to see Tom before leaving for the premier but he was doing an expert job of avoiding you.
“Do you know if Tom left yet?” You asked as you got into your limo.
“He did. He’s at the premier already.” Your manager told you. You let out a little sigh and looked out the window as you pulled away from your hotel.
At the premier, Tom’s head was on swivel as he impatiently waited for you to arrive. He wanted to talk to you before he left but his team had kept him busy with preparations for the red carpet. In the middle of giving an interview, Tom heard the crowd suddenly grow louder.
“I’m so sorry to cut you off. I think that’s the sound of Y/n arriving.” Tom said as he looked behind him to try and spot you.
“I think so too. Let’s see if we can get a look at her.” The journalist said as looked in your direction. Tom saw you getting out of your limo and you made eye contact with each other. You smiled softly and gave him a wave, which he returned. You were led inside by your team and the moment was gone.
“She went inside. Hopefully we’ll catch her later.” The journalist said.
“Yeah.” Tom sighed. “Hopefully.”
After giving a few interviews, you stood on the red carpet with the rest of the cast as a million cameras flashed. Tom was in the middle of the cast and you were at the end, a safe distance between the two of you. You thought it would stay that way until you heard,
“Let’s get some of just Tom and Y/n!”
You gulped as the rest of the cast dispersed, leaving you and Tom alone. He gave you a soft smile as he slipped an arm around your waist.
“Hi.” He said as the cameras flashed.
“Hi.” You said back.
“You look beautiful.” He told you, letting his eyes linger on you for a long time.
“Thank you.” You smiled shyly. “So do you.”
The cameras continued to flash and you found it harder and harder to keep your smile when you felt so sad inside.
“Tom, I feel really bad about the way we left things last night.” You said quietly so only he could hear.
“We can talk about it later, okay? Let’s just enjoy the night.” He smiled softly at you and gave your hip a squeeze. He turned back to look at the cameras and you realized how many people were calling your name. You faced the cameras as well and smiled for the cameras, hoping it was enough to mask the sadness you felt inside. You found it hard to be at a party when you felt like an open wound.
“Beautiful couple! You look great together.” One of the photographers shouted, inadvertently rubbing salt into the wound. When it was time to move down the carpet, Tom let go of you.
“I’ll see you after, okay?” He told you before walking away. You threw on a fake smile and posed for more pictures, looking over at him every chance you got. Once you got back inside the building, you saw Tom leaning against a wall by a coat closet. You knew it was a rare moment when you’d be alone, so you quickly went up to him.
“Hey.” You smiled weakly. “What are you doing over here?”
“Waiting for you, actually.” He replied, making the weight on your chest lift just a little. Before you could respond, the director of the movie came up to the two of you.
“Congratulations you two. Here’s to the last night of the press tour.” He said as he smiled at the both of you. When he walked away, something dawned on you.
“Its the last night of the press tour.” You said, mostly to yourself.
“Yeah. We’re all done after this. You won’t have to get asked about your love life anymore.” Tom said with a tight smile. You figured he wasn’t completely over the fight but you were surprised he wasn’t getting what you were saying.
“It’s the last night of the press tour.” You repeated.
“Yeah, darling. I know.” He said as he gave you a strange look. You groaned a little before grabbing Tom by the shoulders.
“Tom. It’s the last night of the press tour.”
“So?” He wondered.
“So we’re not co-stars anymore.” You said with a coy smile. You watched Tom’s face go from confused to realizing what you were trying to say.
“Does your rule say anything about dating former co-stars?” He asked as a smile tugged at his lips.
“It does not.” You said with an even bigger smile than his. You looked around before pushing him into the coat closet behind you. As soon as the door was shut, Tom was kissing you. He pressed you against the closet door and cupped your face as he kissed you like his life depended on it. You’d kissed him a million times for the movies, but it was never like this. When you pulled away, Tom smiled like a child as he rested his forehead against yours.
“I don’t want to go back out there. I just want to stay in here with you.” He said with a happy sigh.
“I know. But we gotta get out of here before someone notices we’re both missing.”
“You’re right. But this isn’t over.” Tom playfully warned you before kissing you again.
“Okay. You first. I’ll leave in a few seconds.” You told him. Tom nodded before leaving the closet. You counted to ten in your head before leaving the closet as well. As soon as you left, you saw Tom talking to the director with a scared look on his face. You went up to the two of them and put your hand on Tom’s back.
“Hey, Tom. I feel like I haven’t seen you all night.” You lied. “What are you guys talking about?”
“He was just telling me the good news.” Tom said with a smile that you could tell was forced.
“Good news?” You asked the director.
“Yep. We’re officially got the green light for the next movie. You two are gonna be filming together again in just a few months!” The director told you, and you immediately understood why Tom was upset.
“That’s great!” You threw on your own fake smile until the director walked away. Once you were alone again, you grabbed Tom’s arm and yanked him back into the closet.
“So we’re gonna be co-stars again.” Tom said as he nervously looked at the ground.
“Yeah. We are.” You said as you tried to meet his eyes.
“What, um, what about your rule?” Tom asked hesitatingly as he looked you in the eyes. You could see the fear in his eyes and cupped his face in your hands.
“Hey. Fuck the rules.”
“Really?” He asked hopefully.
“Yeah. You can’t ignore love.”
“No. You can’t. Does that mean you love me?” Tom asked as a smile tugged at his lips.
“You’re alright.” You shrugged, making his smile grow.
“If that’s your way of saying yes, then I love you too, darling.” He told you. “I always have. No matter what the rules say.”
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Infinity war cast x short!insecure!rader
Summary: Reader is 4'11 and insecure about it but her cast mates and fans show her that she's beautiful.
Warrings: None
A/N: Reader here uses she/her pronouns. Also english isn't my first lamguage so I'm sorry for my grammar.
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Y/N Y/L/N had always been self-conscious about her height. At 4'11, she often felt like she was constantly overlooked and underestimated, especially in the cutthroat world of Hollywood. But when she landed a role in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, she knew that she had to put her insecurities aside and bring her A-game.
At the Infinity War panel, Y/N was nervous. She had never been in front of such a large audience before, and she was worried that her height would be a topic of ridicule. But as she took her place on stage alongside her fellow cast members, she was surprised to hear them all gushing about how much they loved her petite stature.
"Y/N is a powerhouse, despite her size," Chris Evans said, earning cheers from the audience. "She's got more energy and spunk than any of us combined."
Robert Downey Jr. chimed in, "And let's not forget how easy it is to maneuver her around during fight scenes. It's like having a little ninja on set."
Y/N blushed, feeling grateful and relieved that her height was being celebrated rather than criticized. And the positive feedback didn't stop there. As she walked around the convention center, fans approached her to tell her how much they loved her portrayal of her character and how they admired her confidence and talent.
But perhaps the most memorable moment of the day was when Tom Holland, her mischievous co-star, snuck up behind her and lifted her off the ground, spinning her around in a playful prank. The crowd erupted in laughter, and Y/N couldn't help but join in.
In that moment, Y/N realized that her height wasn't something to be ashamed of. It was a part of who she was, and it made her unique and memorable. She felt a newfound sense of confidence and pride in herself and her abilities, and she knew that she had the support of her cast and fans behind her.
From that day forward, Y/N Y/L/N embraced her height and all the quirks and challenges that came with it. And as she continued to shine on screen and in public appearances, she inspired others to do the same, proving that sometimes the things that make us different are the very things that make us great.
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