request from @thirlwallsholland : could you possibly do a tom holland x female!reader?
tom, y/n and the boys are going to see uncharted for the first time, and y/n has been a fan of the games before she even met tom so she’s really excited. y/n really loves the film and that night she’s all cuddly and clingy with tom vice versa so the boys make fun of them and call tom whipped?
thank you!! :)
a/n: thanks for the request hun! i’m so sorry this took so long, it’s just been one of those weeks - for like 3 weeks in a row. hope you enjoy ! <3
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“I want honest feedback, okay?” Tom says as the lights dim down. “Don’t sugarcoat it.”
Harry rolls his eyes. “Bro, when have we ever sugarcoated anything?”
You rest your hand on top of Tom’s on the armrest between your seats, giving it an excited and reassuring squeeze.
“We will. Now both of you shut it, I want to watch the movie.” you say.
The four of you: Harry, Tuwaine, Harrison, and you were finally going to see the full Uncharted movie, and to say that Tom was nervous for the group’s opinions was an understatement. Harry had seen most of it during filming and you had seen little snippets when you’d visited the set but none of you four had seen the whole thing yet, effects and all. You weren’t solely watching just to appreciate your boyfriend’s action sequences, you had been a huge fan of the Uncharted games since before you’d even met Tom. Him being the lead in the film adaptation was only a bonus for you.
Tom had rented out a small theater for your group so that you could ‘have the proper experience’ without him having to deal with fans. The group of you sat a couple rows back from the large screen, stocked up with popcorn and drinks. It had been Tuwaine’s idea for everyone to wear onesies.
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“Holy shit!” you say partway into the movie, pointing at the screen and grasping Tom’s hand with your free one. “Is that JJ from Outer Banks? You didn’t tell me you met him!”
“Rudy Pankow? Yeah, I met him on set, he was nice. I’ll introduce you to him at some point if you want,” Tom whispers back, breath warm against your ear.
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Bartender Tom makes you a little hot under the collar (or onesie), if you’re being honest. You lean over in hopes that the other boys won’t hear.
“Tommy, think we can get a bar added into our place? And maybe you can get a couple of those outfits…”
“Gross, Y/N!” gags Harrison. “No one needs to hear about your little fantasies.”
Tom chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I think we can definitely work something out, darling.”
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“Anyone want a cup of tea?” asks Harry, coming back into the living room after switching the kettle on.
You’d all stumbled onto the sofa and armchairs after returning home from the movie theater. Turns out spending two hours in a dark room wearing pajamas makes you feel kinda tired. Shocker.
“Oh yo, I could go for a cuppa,” says Tuwaine from his spot on the sofa.
“Same here,” calls Harrison.
“Yes please,” you say, giving Harry a grin in hopes that he’ll bring out yours first so it’s hot.
“Yeah, but not too much milk, okay?” says Tom. “I don’t know who it is, but someone in this house always gets the milk everywhere and makes a huge mess.”
Harrison snorts in the otherwise silent room. “Oh come on, no one else took that the way I did?”
Tom turns to you while the others begin an argument. You’re both curled together in the red armchair, Tom sitting with his back against the backrest and you sideways, leaning on one armrest with your legs over the other, basically sitting in his lap.
“So, what did you think of the movie darling?” he asks, biting his lip. It’s your opinion he cares about the most, as you know the most about the series than any of the boys. “You’ve been kinda quiet since we left the theater.”
“Baby, I loved it!” you squeal. “I’ll be honest I was a little unsure about them casting you as Nathan at first, but you absolutely smashed it. It was a surprisingly good adaptation, and now I honestly think you were perfect for the role. All in all, it was just a super fun movie, you know? Oh Sophia was great too. Do you have her number? Can you tell her I thought she was incredible? Oh and don’t get me started on all the scenes with you in a white shirt that got wet and went see-through,” you ramble, tugging on his sleeve in excitement.
Tom chuckles, a grin spreading across his face and his eyes crinkling at the sides.
“Yeah? You really thought so?”
You nod, pressing a loud and smacking kiss to his cheek.
“I really did, bub.”
He wraps both arms around you and you tuck your head into his chest, peppering tiny kisses over the exposed skin of his neck as you breathe in the familiar scent. You’re honestly so proud of him and how hard he works to bring each role to life, and you want to show him this. It’s only when his hand slips slightly lower to rest innocently on your onesie-clad bum that the rest of the group groans.
“Oh god, my eyes!” gasps Harry dramatically as he enters the room again, handing you your tea.
“Get a fucking room you horndogs,” calls Harrison, pretending to gag.
“Unless you’re going to give us a proper show, knock it off,” says Tuwaine, standing up to help Harry with the teas.
“Hey!” says Tom, going slightly pink. “Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that!.” The thought makes him immediately protective and you giggle, resting a hand on his arm to show that you’re okay with the boys’ teasing.
“You are so fucking whipped, man. It’s sickening really,“ pipes in Harry, but you catch the smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth that shows deep down, he’s thrilled his brother’s found his person to always be there for him.
Tom rolls his eyes as Harry hands him his tea (last, oh the joys of siblings) and stands up, gently pulling you up after him. He plucks your half-drunk tea out of your hands and starts to make his way up the stairs.
“Come on darling, I think we will get a room eh?”
He wiggles his hips dramatically to prove his point as you giggle, hopping up the stairs after him and giving his own onesie-clad bum a cheeky pinch.
You look over your shoulder at the rest of the boys as you go, both you and Tom giggling slightly hysterically at the sour expressions on their faces.
“Might want to get the old earplugs out tonight, boys.”
summary: the antics of tom and his girlfriend on the red carpet somebody teach me how to write a summary.
enjoy!
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“Tom! Tom! Over here!” calls a particularly excited journalist. Tom smiles as he heads over, squinting slightly at the blinding flashes of the cameras.
“Hey mate, how’s it going?” he asks politely.
“I’m great, thank you,” beams the journalist. “So tell me, how does it feel to finally be at the No Way Home premiere?”
“It’s such a good feeling man, I can’t even begin to describe it. We’ve all worked so hard on this film and I just can’t wait for everyone to see it.” Tom answers.
“Can you tell us anything new about the film?” asks the journalist.
“All I can say is, bring tissues!” Tom laughs, quirking a brow at the nearest camera.
The journalist looks around as if to scan the rest of the red carpet before asking his next question.
“And where’s the lovely Y/N Y/L/N tonight? She is coming, right? Everyone’s so excited to see her.”
Tom’s eyes light up at the mention of your name and he blushes slightly, one hand reaching up to rub at the back of his neck.
Summary:(Y/N) grew up in the Hollywood scene, being the amazing child star that she is. But when Tom Holland steps into her life for a photoshoot, her whole career gets overshadowed by Marvel’s Golden Boy, making her annoyed by him. But what happens when she finds out that Tom is her soulmate?
A/N:I know I’ve been absent from Tumblr, but I wrote this in class the other day and I wanted to share it with the world :) Hope you enjoy it!
Words:4.6K (a shortie compared to my other fics)
Pairing:Tom Holland x Actress!Reader (Soulmate AU)
Warnings:Mentions of sex, a whole lot of sexism in Hollywood and swearing
The Oscars were that one night of the year when tons of celebrities gather in a big theatre to award the outstanding performances in that year in Hollywood. For (Y/N) (Y/L/N), it wouldn’t be the first time spending the whole day getting ready to pose on the red carpet for the whole world to see. Being a child actress dotted with a lot of talent, she has always been in the spotlight, meaning she would always attend every event in the Awards Season. This year it was special: she had been nominated for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series at the Emmys. And while the award night doesn’t arrive, she’s been jumping from ceremony to ceremony as a publicity stunt to make her name appear even more in the media. Even if she doesn’t win that award, it was still important to take this opportunity to promote herself. That’s why she had been putting a lot of effort to get among the best dressed at the Oscars list.
Tonight she was feeling herself. Her stylist dressed her in a bold transparent dress covered with crystals that made her feel like a silver version of the tiny man placed on the Oscars statuette. She was getting some final touches in the dressing room before heading back to the green room when someone entered the door: the last person she wanted to see right now.
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.
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tysm for reading! reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3
request from @thirlwallshollandforlittle mix!reader on holiday with tom and the boys - hope you enjoy !
a/n: i’m using jade thirlwall as face claim again for the smau posts for continuity
those 3 photos are also so wonky if you’re on pc lol im so sorry - but honestly not sorry enough to spend 25 minutes fixing them. it looks good on the app on dark mode.
warnings: blood, injury, alcohol, maybe too much fluff lol
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The end of a tour was always a strange time. After so many weeks of living on the road with your closest friends, it was a shock to come back to reality. The end of this tour was especially hard, knowing it would be the last time you’d perform with your band for a while as you all took a well-deserved break.
Tom had witnessed the effect this had on you, and after spending a few days stroking your hair as you lay on the sofa binge-watching reality TV, letting you rest up he came to you with an idea. An escape from dribbly London, a holiday to celebrate and take your mind off of things. He suggested you invite the rest of the girls too, and once Harry, Harrison, and Tuwaine heard about the trip they were all too excited to crash it.
So here you were, the eight of you sprawled out underneath the blue Bali sky, listening to the gentle crashing of the waves and feeling the warmth of the sun beating down on your skin.
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The boys had eventually tackled each other into the ocean and you lay on a beach towel, surrounded by the rest of your band. In your relaxed state, you only half register the familiar giggle approaching your towel, accompanied with a grumbly, “watch it, Tom!” from Jade as he no doubt blocked her sunlight. Something cold and wet hit your shoulder, followed by a cascade of tiny drips pattering over your stomach and you shriek, opening your eyes to meet Tom’s crinkly ones as he stands above you, shaking out his wet curls over you.
“Toooooom!” you groan, shivering at the cold water.
“Y/NNNNNN!” he mocks, dropping down onto the sand next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
“What was that for?” you ask. “I was sunbathing.”
He shrugs.
“What’s the fun in having a girlfriend if you can’t bug the hell out of her?” he grins, knocking his forehead into yours.
You roll your eyes, inadvertently snuggling into his side. You can never stay annoyed at him for long.
“Anyway, I came over hear to ask you to play chicken with Tuwaine and I.” he says. “Otherwise I gotta have Harry on my team and he sucksat chicken.”
You snort into his shoulder, nodding.
“Harrydoessuck at chicken.”
Before you even have a chance to decide whether to play, Perrie is hopping up off her towel, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet.
“Pez!” you shriek as she tugs you towards the water, Tom laughing and jogging after the both of you. “What the hell is going on?”
“A game!” she cheers. “We have to hurry, I want to win!”
You wobble slightly, grabbing onto Tom as you try to stay on his shoulders with his arms wrapped around your legs.
“Ouch!” he screeches. “My ears, love, why are you grabbing my-”
“Oh shit,” you laugh, bending down to press a kiss to his red ears in apology and sticking your arms out for balance instead. “Sorry.”
“Come on!” calls Perrie as she approaches, balanced perfectly on Tuwaine’s shoulders. “Are you ready to loose?”
When you’re closer, you reach out and rest your hands on her shoulders and she copies your action.
“Ready?” calls Tuwaine.
“Three, two-”
Perrie gives an almighty shove before Tuwaine can even say one, sending Tom stumbling backwards and you sliding off his shoulders into the water.
“Perrie Edwards!” you shriek, coughing saltwater out. “He didn’t even get to one!”
Perrie laughs as she and Tuwaine high five. Tom has recovered at this point and wraps one arm around you as you stand up.
“Are you okay?” he laughs.
You nod, tapping his shoulders to signal him to crouch down. He obliges and you clamber back on determinedly. Tom puffs his chest out as you approach the other team, preparing to win this time.
“FIGHT!” you yell, pushing hard on both Perrie’s shoulders. She teeters backwards but regains her balance, pushing you back in retaliation. You both grapple with each other, and just as Tuwaine stumbles backward and you think that you and Tom have this one in the bag, she reaches out and pushes against your hip, pushing you off sideways.
You scream as you fly through the air, hitting the water with an almighty splash. You fall so forcefully you go right down to the blue bottom, scraping your knee against a particularly sharp shell. Before you can properly register what happened and resurface, a pair of strong arms reach down and pull you up into the sunlight. Tom gasps in relief, holding you close to chest bridal style as he checks you over.
“Darling! Are you alright?” he worries.
You nod, blinking against the harsh light and giggle slightly at his protective state.
“Tommy I’m fine! It’s not even that deep. I just got a shock, is all.”
Tom looks unconvinced and pouts as his eyes sweep over your legs.
“You’re bleeding, darling.” he says, gently holding your knee.
You glance down and see that he’s actually right. There’s a gash across your left knee and a steady stream of red blood streams out, fading into the clear ocean water. Perrie wades over, looking guilty.
“Y/N I’m so sorry babe! I got to competitive and you got hurt!”
You shake your head, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
“I’mfineyou lot of worriers! It looks worse than it is, honestly it’s not deep. I’m fine.”
“I’m going to take you back up to the beach and have a look at it.” says Tom, wading out into the shallows. You roll your eyes but know you can’t stop him as he carries you up the beach, laying you on a towel near the rest of the group. Jade and Leigh-Anne have gone off somewhere and Harrison is out cold underneath his sunhat, but Harry shakes his head as Tom crouches over you, pressing tiny kisses to your knee and trying to wipe the remaining blood away, wincing whenever he looks to closely.
“This never would have happened if you’d let me play chicken, Tom.” Harry laughs.
Tom shoots him a death glare and Harry quietens, sensing how worried Tom is about you.
“Sorry,” he mutters, turning to you. “Seriously, are you okay Y/N?”
You reach out and playfully smack the redhead, rolling your eyes.
“For the last time, I’m fine! It’s literally a small cut and everyone’s acting like I’ve been partially beheadedor something.”
Harry snorts in laughter as he holds up his hands in surrender.
Tom leans over to someone’s large beach bag, searching for some kind of Band-Aid for you. He chucks items in his way behind him as he does so, a tube of sunscreen landing in the middle of Harrison’s stomach who wakes up with an “oof”.
“There’s nothing in here, darling.” Tom sighs. He stands up and reaches down, picking you up bridal style again. “I’m going to take you back to our room and we’ll find you something there.”
You nod, not even trying to protest as you know you won’t convince him.
Harrison sits up, blinking as he adjusts to the sunlight. He catches sight of Tom striding towards the hotel with you in his arms and frowns at Harry who only shrugs at him, opening up a trashy magazine you had left.
“Y/N!” calls Harrison. “Are you okay??”
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“He didn’t swim into you on purpose, Y/N” sighs Leigh-Anne. “You just happened to snorkel right into his house, that’s all.” She tries to reassure you as you all crowd around a table in a tiny restaurant, you cosying up in the corner of the booth between her and Tom.
“I saw the bloodlust in his tiny fishy eyes, Leigh,” you say, shuddering at the memory of only a few hours ago. “He had an evil plan.”
Tom picks up his fork and brandishes it at invisible fish all around your table. “Back off!” he barks. “Back off, say I! Away from my girlfriend!”
You grab his fork, placing it down on the table and knocking your head into his shoulder as you try so hard to stay serious at his childish antics.
“Tom!” you hiss. “You’re making a scene.”
He shrugs.
“I’m an actor darling, it’s what I do. The other thing I do is protect my wonderful girlfriend against supervillain fish plotting against her.”
It’s at this moment that there is a simultaneous lull in everyone else’s conversations and all six heads turn to look at you and Tom, blinking for a second before bursting out in laughter.
“Evil supervillain fish?” splutters Jade, as Tom buries his head in your shoulder.
“You all heard it out of context,” he mutters sheepishly.
You’re deep in a conversation with Leigh-Anne about a recent performance when you notice Tom has been uncharacteristically quiet. You turn to see him leaning away from you, seemingly invested in a photo Perrie’s showing him on her phone. Looking closer, you see she’s proudly showing him pictures of baby Axel. “Oh, and look at this one with him and Hatchi,” she coos.
Tom gives ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ in all the right places, nodding and grinning with his eyes trained on the phone but he drums his fingers on the table, fidgeting and shifting in his seat. Before you can ask if he’s okay, you’re all distracted by the food arriving. Once everyone’s started eating you lean into his side and put your mouth near his ear.
“Hey,” you whisper, conversation drowned out to the rest of the group by the chatter of everyone else. “Are you okay? Did Perrie ambush you with baby photos?”
He laughs softly, resting a hand on top of yours.
“Don’t worry about me, love. Just seeing all the baby photos, it got me thinking and excited for the future.” he whispers.
Your heart skips a beat and he grins properly, pressing a kiss to your head. He gives you one last smile before tucking into his meal.
“Oh my God,” he moans. “This is fucking incredible! Darling, you have to try some.”
He scoops up some of his meal on his fork, twisting in his seat and placing his free hand under your chin so he can feed you a mouthful. He’s not wrong, the food is absolutely incredible and is made even better when you’re surrounded by your best friends in the world. The sweet moment is interrupted by Harry and Jade making gagging sounds and pretending to be sick from their end of the table as they try to glare at you and Tom, but neither can hide the shine in their eyes as they watch you two.
As the night grows dark and the group is only illuminated by the colorful lanterns hanging above the table, Jade taps her knife against her glass, waiting until the whole table is watching attentively. Jade clears her throat.
“Before we leave tonight, I want to raise a toast. Or maybe a few toasts, so we might need to get some more to drink over here. Firstly, I want to toast to the girls.” She glances around at you all, eyes shining. You can already feel yourself welling up and Leigh-Anne clasps your hand under the table for comfort. “You girls have been the best sisters for the last ten years. We couldn’t have done any of this without each other, and I’m so proud of everything we’ve achieved. Seven incredible albums, the tours, the awards, the music videos, the performances, the fans we’ve met, winning Best British Group-” you all cheer, Tuwaine reaching two fingers up to his mouth to whistle and Tom wrapping an arm around you and squeezing you into his side -“but most of all, our friendship,” Jade continues. “I think it’s fair to say that our friendship has gotten us through the last ten years together, and I just wanted to tell you all how much I appreciate you lot. I love you.” she sniffles, raising her glass. “To Little Mix!”
“To Little Mix!” you all chorus, clinking your glasses and wiping away stray tears.
“I’ve got a toast too, because I don’t think Jade can get through another one,” laughs Perrie, holding Jade as she sniffles and hiccups slightly. “I want to raise a toast to Tom and Y/N. Now, Y/N.” she begins. “We’ve always been a little protective over you, though God knows you don’t need it, really. I know we tend to tease you and Tom a lot for having absolutely zero boundaries and piling on the PDA when you’re together, but it’s only because we love you both so much. It’s been an honor to watch you fall in love, bub.” she says.
“And to have been the three co-authors of every text Tom received from you for the first six months of your relationship.” adds Leigh-Anne, knocking her shoulder into yours.
“Wait, what?” Tom laughs.
“Mind you though Tom, Little Mix will reassemble to commit a felony if you ever hurt her,” pipes in Jade.
“To Tom and Y/N,” cheers Perrie, ignoring him and raising her glass. “For being Tom and Y/N!”
Tom buries his hand in his jacket that he’d tucked around your shoulders when it had started to get color and rests his head on top of yours, basking in the moment with you.
“And for paying for this trip!” cheers Harry.
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+ bonus smau
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y/ninstagram☑️: on our way!
mixerjadeee: where are you going ????
↪️y/ninstagram☑️: Bali!!
harryholland64☑️: i’m literally sat right on the other side of you, where’s a pic of me?
perrieedwards☑️: can’t wait to see you guys again!
↪️angely/nn: ARE THE GIRLS ALL GOING TOGETHER IM CRYING
tomholland2013☑️: naa why do i do that thing with my hand
↪️y/ninstagram☑️: idk spiderman
dommoholland☑️: you’ve got that son of mine reading? witchcraft.
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tomholland2013☑️: how you feel about a rendezvous? time for two
tuwaine☑️: *eight
mixerhollands: he used a little mix lyric
hazosterfield☑️:
↪️tomholland2013☑️: back off bro?
parkersy/n:oop-
harryholland64☑️: how long did it take you to spell rendezvous right
↪️tomholland2013☑️: like 2 min i got yn to spell check
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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tysm for reading! comments and reblogs are always super appreciated. i wanna thank you guys for all the love on my blog, you’re the best <333
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?”
idk if anyone is still here lol, but if u are here is the last part of 3 hearts. I found it super recently and thought for the sake of closure i’d post (whether or not it acc gives u that is another matter sorry lol)
i hope you are all well :)
summary: an argument between you and tom, except it takes him hurting someone else for you to loose it
Tom knew he fucked up. But unlike last time, at the airport, this felt so much worse. Last time, Y/n had just been angry; which obviously wasn’t nice, but wasn’t as sinister as this. When you had left in a sort of frenzy you looked.. well you looked broken. As soon as the door had slammed, in anger at himself, Tom had thrown his mug across the kitchen. Unsurprisingly it had smashed against the cupboard doors as well as splashing the remanent liquid across the kitchen. And then he was angry at himself, both for making a mess while acting like a tantruming child - as well as everything he’d done to you.
By the time he’d cleared up the mess - in what was quite a calming process- he realised the real pressing issue. It had him running out the front door, standing in the rain in the storm, looking across the road to where he had seen your car - what must’ve been hours ago. To his horror, his heart dropped. Your car was gone, so you had driven in the state you had left in.
That was really scary to Tom. Because he didn’t even know if you were safe, if you had made it home or if you were in some ditch somewhere. Jogging inside, he went straight to Harry’s room - asking him to drive over to yours. With a sigh, Harry hauled himself off his bed - able to tell from Tom’s face, and the raised voices he’d heard, that the conversation didn’t go great.
The whole way over, Tom was frantically scanning the roadsides, as if expecting to see your car upside down hidden in the bushes. Otherwise the jpurney was silent, Harry tried to ask what happened once and was told, in no uncertain terms, to fuck right off. It was impressive Tom hadn’t drawn blood, given the fact he was chewing on his bottom lip so hard. Before Harry had stopped the car, Tom was already reaching for the doorhandle but his brother stopped him.
“Tom look, her car.” Sure enough in the parking lot to your apartment building, there was your car - safetly pulled up. So, at least you were alive.
“I still need to-“
“You sure thats a good idea bro? If she left that upset then maybe-“
“Thanks for the lift.” Not giving Harry two seconds, Tom was already out the car, jogging toward the lobby. All his brother could do was sigh, feeling the need to text you, as a warning.
‘toms on his way up. im sorry x’
Even if Tom thought you were completely maniac when you left - he underestimated your sensibility. Of course you hadnt driven home - instead phoning your bestmate Y/bf/n. Like a night in shining armour, without asking any questions she’d ubered to Toms adress and then driven your car home with you.
Also being your best mate, she knew not to press. She knew you needed your space (ahem Tom take a hint) so although she was still in your flat - she left you to it in the bedroom.
So when Tom, almost panting, knocked down your door to nearly break the wood - it was Y/bf/n who answered it. Her hand immediately flying to Tom’s chest, pushing him out the doorway, as she also stepped out. That way she could give him a piece of her mind without you hearing it.
“You got some fucking nerve showin-“
“Is she okay?” He butted in, eyes frantically searching Y/bf/n’s.
“How do you think she fucking is?”
“I thought she’d have crashed.”
“I drove because you’re right she is in no fucking state.” He gulped at that, this distant hope of you not being as bad as he thought crushed. Y/bf/n’s glare didn’t help Tom compose himself at all.
“I er, Y/bf/n I don’t know what to do.” She just sighed, exasperated at this boys stupidity.
“Well what pissed her off?”
“I asked her why she doesn’t wont to move in with me.” Y/bf/n quirked her head to the side, eyebrows furrowed at that. Because she knew that Tom knew more about your childhood than she did. You trusted your bestmate implicity, yet it was a past you didnt like to think back to. She knew you’d told Tom everything, and when she found that out she also knew he was your person. Shame your person was so very ignorant.
“But you know?”
“I don’t know! I don’t know if its something to do with how messy I am, the way I sleep or-“
“For fuck sake Tom.” She didnt even exclaim, just pure exasperation coating her words. “Could you just - for a second- get your head out your own arse? It’s not about you.”
“But it’s about living with me?” Y/n pressed her thumb and index finger into her brows - actually wincing at Tom.
“It’s not about living with you… It’s living with anyone. It’s not having her safe space.”
“But it would be saf-“
Rolling her eyes, Y/bf/n just gave up, she couldn’t be bothered to deal with him. For some unknown reason you had put up with this actual clot head for three years, and she knew he was supposed to be next to you forever. So fuck it, she just gestured for him to enter the flat with a defeated nod.
Having had this curve ball thrown at him, Tom actually took measured and slow steps through your apartment. He knew the place like the back of his hand, having spent a fair amount of time here with you before. He remembered back 2 years ago, when he had helped you move in, after your first major release premiered. That first night, with nothing but a mattress on the floor - Tom had assumed you were planning to go back to his for the night. But no, instead you’’d got pizza delivered, and pulled out the essentials - a string of fairy lights and laptop for netflix.
You’d spent the night with him in the otherwise empty flat, lit by the warm glowing lights, watching netflix on the floor. It had been magical.
Tom just craved that experience again, but this time in your own shared place. Now though, he was racking his (small) brain to decipher Y/bf/n meaning. And he’d realised that maybe he really hadn’t been listening to you all along. So, almost hesitantly, Tom stopped at your door, steeling his nerve. And then, gingerly, he knocked softly - ear pressed against the door.
As expected, you ignored the sound on the door, figuring it Y/bf/n. That was until a voice echoed through the wood.
“Y/n, it’s- it’s me.” All the movement in your body, including the air in your lungs froze. He wasn’t supposed to be here. You had nowhere to run now. “I um…. I was worried. I shouldn’t of let you leave like that.”
Again you didn’t respond. Just clawing your knees tighter to your chest as you cowered in the centre of your bed, sat up agaisnt the pillows.
“I think I might’ve been ignoring you all this time. But I want to now… I’m ready to… I’m sorry I wasn’t before.” You heard a little thud, somehow knowing that was his forehead coming to rest on the otherside of the door. Silently, you used the cuff of the hoodie you were still wearing to wipe your face - hoping to remove the worst of your tears. Yes, your eyes were undoubtedly puffy and bloodshoot, but there was little that could be done about them.
“I’d love to say I figured it out for myself but I have to admit Y/f/n might’ve helped…. she called me an idiot about twenty times too - which is fair.” Wetly you chuckled the slightest bit at that, still looking toward the closed door expectantly. “I’ve been taking all of this personally… as an insult I guess. And-and I dont think… well I’ve come to realise I’m being really immature by having that outlook. I…. I just- please can I come in?”
It was infuriating because you were oh so mad at him. You were infuriated by everything and you were so incredibly hurt above all else.
And that was your conundrum. Throughout your relationship, whenever you felt this betrayed or upset or hopeless - you’d crawl into his arms. Except this time, he was the cause of all that pain. So as much as instincts made you want to fling the door open and bury your head in his chest, you fought it with every bit of strength you had.
“I can’t… I can’t see you right now.” Voice cracking, the illusion of authority you tried to convey simply was not there.
There was an uncomfortable moment of silence, before he replied in the most heart-shatteringly defeated tone.
“Okay just… just know I’m going to be right here waiting.” And you knew he would. Just from the way he sounded, it was as though the adrenaline was dissapating for exhaustion. You didn’t have the energy to fight, nor did Tom have the energy to beg. Until you both had recovered somewhat, you knew he would be waiting. So you called out an ‘ I know’ at the still shut door, before wiggling back down on the bed- more than ready to be numbed by sleep.
“And Y/n?…. I really really love you.”
Suffice to say you couldn’t bring yourself to respond to his broken tone. No, all it did was bring on a fresh stream of tears. You hated that you loved him so undeniably. And even, you hated the fact that he loved you so much. Because it only made arguing that much harder.
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You woke up some hours later, having managed to cry yourself to sleep - which must be a new all time low. It was still dark, in fact it looked like the early hours of the morning. Your head was pounding, no doubt stress induced, and you pressed a fist to your eye socket in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. When that failed, you turned to dragging yourself out of bed - in search of a glass of water.
Something about the fight made it feel as though you were physically ill. To keep the shivers at bay, you added some old joggers of Toms to the outfit you already had on - the jumper harry had given you yesterday. It was a bit shameful, deriving comfort from your ex-boyfriends clothes but… it was what you needed.
Also was he your ex? Had you broken up? Were you on a break, in famous ross and rachel talk? It certainly didnt feel like you were ‘together’…. but the label was too much to think about this early in the morning.
With a sigh you trailed across your bedroom, opening the door you’d been talking to hours earlier. Darkness swamped the hallway, and you had to blink your eyes a couple times in order to see through the blackness.
You wouldn’t have noticed, with a bleary gaze and hazy eyes - if it weren’t for the noise on the floor just by the side of the doorway. Jumping in shock, you stared eyes widened at the floor.
“Oh sorry if I scared you I jus-“
“What the hell are you doing here?” Because why. Why was Tom still in your flat? Why was he sat with his back against the bedroom door staring blankly into the dark opposite?
“I um…” He almost chuckled to himself, making you quirk your eyebrows together. “I said I’d wait here till you’re ready.”
“But I-I didn’t think you meant literally…. what time is it anyway?” Everything about this was unbelievably bizarre. Still on the floor, Tom checked his watch and declared 3:45, before hopping to his feet.
Now by no means were you on your high horse of looking good - no mirror was neccessary to know you looked like shit. But he didn’t look so great either. His hair was greasy, probably from running his hands through it too much. His eyes were puffy with lack of sleep, with dark bags hanging below them. He looked exactly how you felt.
“If you want me to leave then-“ You cut him off, already starting to walk past him as your tried to get around the boys literal idocy.
“I’m going to get a glass of water.”
And like a lost little puppy, Tom just trailed behind you to the kitchen.
While you were thinking. Who the hell deciedes its a good idea to camp outside someone elses room? Afterall, it is quater to 4 in the morning. If you had been more with it and noticed the weird presence , you might’ve thought he were a robber and put your self defence classes into effect. He was, in short, insane.
In silence you grabbed a glass and filled it with water, before leaning on the island couter top - facing Tom.
“So you just got real comfy in the hallway or?”
“Well I was gonna go wait in my car or-or somewhere a bit less creepy but I wanted to make sure you were okay… and-and well I could hear you crying and I didn’t want to leave when that was happening so I was just gonna stay till you calmed down.”
“Mhmm?”
“But then I guess you fell asleep because - no offence or anything- but you were snoring a bit.”
“I had just cried myself to sleep.” He pouted at you admission and nodded slightly.
“Yeh no I… sorry but yeh i just found it quite reassuring hearing that you were peaceful and calm.”
“I was asleep.” Again, you deadpanned the response and again - Tom’s reaction was as though you had shot him or something.
“Sorry it was weird and if you want me to leave you alone i’ll just….”
Again you didn’t answer his question of whether or not you wanted him gone because …. well honestly you didn’t know. So instead, you wordlessly leaned off the counter and walked to the sofa - collapsing heavily on it. Expectedly then, Tom followed, standing like a lemon at the foot of the sofa - clearly unsure on what to do.
“You’re not gonna stop bugging me till we have this talk, so you may as well sit.” And he did, jerkily and hurriedly - so that it looked so very awkward indeed. It took a moment of staring him down expectantly before Tom launched into a little speech. After all, it still wasn’t you that needed to apologise.
“Look love your er… your hallway was the perfect place to think. Think about everything thats been going wrong with us and-and especially Y/b/f/n’s ‘encouraging’ words.” He said that last part sarcastically and you couldn’t help but snigger just a little. Because if you knew your bestfriend you knew she would’ve given Tom hell for hurting you. “ Look, the reason I’ve been so desperate to take us to the next step is because I’m insecure. Insecure that I should’ve ‘settled down’ by now according to my dad. And-and well I’ve always been worried with the press and the paps that if things got too difficult we’d have to split. So I thought I’d taken it at your pace enough and I just got pissy.”
That you had to agree with, he definitely had been acting like a 5 year old.
“I just always thought that you didn’t want to move in with me right? And looking back thats so incredibly fucking dim because you’d already told me why…. if I’m right that is. I know you told me about your mum leaving and then the situation with your dad… but I’d never realised how much it affected you now. I’ve always had such a supportive family so when you told me all that I was sympathetic but…. but I was also naive. If it still affects you then thats so normal and I should’ve noticed. So I’m so so sorry.”
In response, you released the big breath you hadn’t realised you were holding. It really sounded like some divine intervention had got involved and slapped sense into him. Refreshing would be an understatement.
Except was it enough?
“Thankyou… I um, I appreciate that but…. but my parents.” You chewed you lip trying to conjure up the way to say this. “I-I thought you knew about what happened affects me, cos it does- everyday.”
“I didn-“
“No please Tom… this is my turn.” Shutting down his attempt to butt in, you picked your nails nervously - not expecting to be this confrontational. “You are the only person I’ve told everything to… and and I thought you had got it you know? I thought you got me… thats why I’m finding this so hard you know?”
Tom sighed, shifting uncomfortably on the opposite side of the sofa. All he wanted to do was give you a hug and try and ease your pain - except when he was the cause of it, that wasn’t going to work.
“I honestly just don’t have an excuse - I just couldn’t even imagine…. and-and, well if i’m honest-“ He met your eyes, as if looking for consent - you nodded, even if a little scared of what he would say next. “ It was clear that you didn’t like to talk about it and so…well i never asked you more questions or at least, enough to understand properly right?”
“So it’s my fault?” You really weren’t trying to jump to any conclusions, except he was making it very difficult to sound not stupid.
“ No! Nono not at all… but I was tiptoeing around because I didn’t want to upset you, which i guess made me only more thick and oblivious than normal.” Lightly laughing at the end, Tom then leant forward even more. “But I’m not making excuses I’m just here to apologise a hundred times over. I love you so much and I want to give you all the time in the world.”
“Where do we go from here though?”
“We go…” He exhaled, shifting so his whole body was facing you, leaning forward and looking deeply in his eyes “…absolutely no where. We stay here or you here and me at mine. We watch all the series we’ve said we’ll get round to and never have. We order food every night unless you want to try that new recipe book you got. We eat ice cream and I beat you at chess. We do absolutely nothing and I do everything I can to try and help you forgive me.”
Who knows how long you sat there, immobile, locked in this fierce and intense eye contact with Tom as he waited - and silently pleaded for you to forgive him.
“I’m still pissed. You acted like a toddler instead of just talking to me and then you ignored my issues. I’m not gonna forgive you like that.” Nodding, Tom still looked slightly disappointed at your harshness, slightly leaning away.
“But I could really do with a hug right now. ”
When I say the sappy grin that grew on his face was possibly the purest thing ever, I do indeed mean it. You literally watched as he got his sparkle back, as his eyes lit up and his whole body grew a few inches from its slightly slouched position.
And then you held each other closer than ever before. Tom squeezing you tightly and pressing his face into your collarbone quite forcefully. And you… you did the same.
Like it or not, you were it for him and vice versa. Having taken years for you to have your first argument, it probably wasn’t surprising it were so intense.
Perhaps he wasn’t completely to blame too. Perhaps sometimes you have to realise he cant read your thoughts. Maybe sometimes you need to put in the effort to explain.
You had to forgive him, even if it would take longer to forget… you’d get there.
Because thats what this whole thing is, giving and taking and forcing each other to grow and better yourselves. Neither of you were perfect and nor would you ever be. But you’d get better for each other, with each other.
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probably my last tom holland thing, hyperfixation has switched well and truly to f1 - if there are any of u that’s be interested I’ve still kept writing just switched my obsession lol. sending all my love, t <3
Summary:(Y/N) grew up in the Hollywood scene, being the amazing child star that she is. But when Tom Holland steps into her life for a photoshoot, her whole career gets overshadowed by Marvel’s Golden Boy, making her annoyed by him. But what happens when she finds out that Tom is her soulmate?
A/N:I know I’ve been absent from Tumblr, but I wrote this in class the other day and I wanted to share it with the world :) Hope you enjoy it!
Words:4.6K (a shortie compared to my other fics)
Pairing:Tom Holland x Actress!Reader (Soulmate AU)
Warnings:Mentions of sex, a whole lot of sexism in Hollywood and swearing
The Oscars were that one night of the year when tons of celebrities gather in a big theatre to award the outstanding performances in that year in Hollywood. For (Y/N) (Y/L/N), it wouldn’t be the first time spending the whole day getting ready to pose on the red carpet for the whole world to see. Being a child actress dotted with a lot of talent, she has always been in the spotlight, meaning she would always attend every event in the Awards Season. This year it was special: she had been nominated for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series at the Emmys. And while the award night doesn’t arrive, she’s been jumping from ceremony to ceremony as a publicity stunt to make her name appear even more in the media. Even if she doesn’t win that award, it was still important to take this opportunity to promote herself. That’s why she had been putting a lot of effort to get among the best dressed at the Oscars list.
Tonight she was feeling herself. Her stylist dressed her in a bold transparent dress covered with crystals that made her feel like a silver version of the tiny man placed on the Oscars statuette. She was getting some final touches in the dressing room before heading back to the green room when someone entered the door: the last person she wanted to see right now.
“Finally found you.” Tom Holland leaned against the door frame while he was wearing a fancy Italian suit that only added to his Hollywood heartthrob image. “You haven’t been answering my calls.”
“I’ve never saved your contact on my phone.”
“You know we can’t avoid that conversation forever.” He said, this time firming his voice in order to convince her. “We need to talk about our rings.”
“There’s nothing to talk about, Tom.” (Y/N) glanced down at the ring placed on her right hand where the stone was burning in red from anger. For people outside the two of them, that would be only a clear stone placed on a beautiful silver ring, but for soulmates, the stone would burst into the colours of whatever emotion the person that was wearing the accessory felt.
“It’s been a full week, (Y/N). You’re gonna have to talk to me eventually.”
“No, I don’t have Tom.” She shouted at him.
“Of course we do. We’re soulmates, for fuck sake!” He stated, making her fall into silence. (Y/N) glanced at the ring on his right hand that showed a faint colour of green, which meant mixed emotions. The evidence was clear and there was nothing (Y/N) could do about it.
In the world, everyone starts to constantly wear rings right after they turn eight, when they are old enough to know they shouldn’t remove them from their hands. It’s not like it’s mandatory, but not wearing a ring all the time could easily make you look like a freak in society. When you and your soulmate touch hands for the first time, whatever ring you wearing would immediately turn into a mood ring where only your soulmate could see the colours.
(Y/N) grew up touching a lot of people’s hands due to her strong presence in Hollywood. She would always shake hands at events and acting involves a lot of touching most of the time. But it wasn’t until she was 25 years old that her ring finally burst into a shiny light, meaning that the soulmate connection had been made - and it happened with the worst person she could wish to have as a soulmate.
Tom Holland was new in the movie industry, but his role as Spider-Man set him on top of the world where everyone wanted to work with him in Hollywood. Even though the whole world was in love with him, Tom didn’t end up pleasing the industry’s princess (Y/N) (Y/L/N), known by everyone for starring in a big drama movie at a very early age, making her one of the youngest actresses to be nominated for an Oscar.
It only took a small modelling project together to make the whole world force them into the “besties” position, and some of the media took a step further into calling them “possible new Hollywood it-couple”, even though they haven’t been spotted together ever since that magazine cover. She didn’t like that all of her years working her ass off to be the best actress possible was overshadowed by an industry newbie white man. And what everyone thought was a beautiful friendship was actually a big lie behind the scenes.
“Look, I don’t wanna talk about it tonight.” (Y/N) said. “I am nervous enough to be presenting an award and I don’t want this talk to get in the way of my presentation.”
“I’m staying at the Chateau and they always host the after-party there. Maybe we could sneak out to talk?”
“I’m just making a quick stop by the party.” (Y/N) said. “And I’m going home right after.”
“You know we need to talk, (Y/N).” Tom pleaded. “I won’t say it will be a quick conversation because it won’t. But I think the sooner we do it, the better.”
“Not tonight. I’m sorry.” (Y/N) excused herself to go to the green room, where everyone who would step on stage tonight was waiting for their turn while sipping on their drinks and eating canapé. Tom popped in the room a few seconds later only to catch her by the bar. “Stop following me.”
“I’m not. I’m just presenting the award after yours.” He sighed. “And since you won’t talk to me, I’ll get myself a drink to wash all the tenseness away from my body.”
(Y/N) looked at the ring placed on his right hand, painted in black, meaning he was stressed and anxious. She felt bad for him, knowing he was going through a lot at that moment. But once again, her own ring was painted black - and it only got deeper the closer it got to her time to step on stage. Although she didn’t have to be worried at all considering she did great up there, getting her to be on top of the trending topics during a big night for Hollywood. Her PR team would be proud.
After she left the stage, (Y/N) went straight out of the green room to join a few friends in the crowd just to enjoy the rest of the ceremony for once, which meant she didn’t meet Tom after going on stage. Her strategy didn’t work very well since Tom appeared a few minutes later to present Best Original Song, taking a quick glance towards her, who was sitting at the front table. Luckily, no one noticed them exchanging glances all night
“Ready to go?” (Y/N)’s stylist asked once Best Picture was finally presented, meaning that the ceremony had come to an end. She simply nodded and said a few ‘see you at the afterparty” to a few people. Her conversation with Tom set her mood down, but she wouldn’t let him ruin the opportunity of getting the spotlight for her.
Her stylist prepared an extra dress that was more comfortable and just as beautiful as her Oscar dress. This time she showed up in a gorgeous midi dark pink dress that grabbed everyone’s attention as she walked by - including her soulmate’s, who was standing by the entrance just to see her arrive. (Y/N) could see from far away that his ring was shining in pink, which meant “love”. She tried to ignore it, but her ring was still black due to anxiety.
(Y/N) got to take a few pictures, did a few interviews before going into the event. As always, she had a casual small talk with most of the people around. Those parties were a great way to make connections and do your own network. That’s how she got a few of her Hollywood jobs through the years. But as the clock got closer to one in the morning, all she wanted was to sneak out of the party to go home.
“You look beautiful, by the way.” A voice she could recognize from anywhere commented, making her turn around to meet Tom with two glasses of whisky in hands. “I got for us both. Fancy one?”
“Actually, I won’t decline it.” She took the glass from his hand, taking a big gulp right after. “What a fucking night.”
“Pretty boring, isn’t it?” Tom shrugged. “As a kid, I thought the Oscars were magical. I’ve always wanted to attend. But it looks like it’s just a place where people from the film industry get to be pretentious.”
“It’s full of shit, right?” She asked with a frown. “I remember a stupid lady saying I wasn’t skinny enough to fit in the dress I was wearing to my first Oscars. I was only 9.”
“I guess the industry hasn’t been kind to you.”
“Not even once.” She sighed. “I’ve been working my ass off for years now and they reduced me to ‘Tom Holland’s allegedly new affair’. Awesome.”
“I despise how the media treats you,” Tom said. “And it’s bad that it got in the way of a potential friendship.”
“You don’t get to be nice. Not tonight.” (Y/N) shook her head and exited to the balcony, where she could have some fresh air to breathe. Tom followed her shortly after.
“I wanna go to my room.” He said. “And I think you should come with me.”
“I’m tired.”
“No, you’re not.” He said. “Look, my family is staying in their own room, so I have the place all to myself.”
“I have my own place, Tom.”
“Please.” Tom tried to hold her hand once again, but she took a step back. “I’m sorry.”
(Y/N) knew she couldn’t avoid that conversation forever, especially when she saw Tom’s ring changing from light green to blue, meaning was starting to feel sad. He watched her own ring turn green as her eyes softened in front of him. What was once black started to show hints of life right in front of him.
“Alright, but you’re sneaking food into your room. I’m starving.”
Tom led (Y/N) up to his room in just a few seconds, the loud music being left behind just to have a quiet place to talk. He was staying on the other side of the building, where the party seemed to be very far away. Since he was staying alone in a room, it wasn’t a big one. Still, it had enough luxury and space that any celebrity could need.
“You must be really uncomfortable in this dress,” Tom commented once the door closed. “You can borrow some of my clothes.”
“Not planning on staying long.” She said and Tom rolled his eyes.
“You’re staying the night, you idiot.” He said before tossing her one of his boxers and a shirt.
“God, you annoy me.” (Y/N) took a seat at his room’s dining table to try reaching for her heels, but the amount of fabrics was keeping her from getting to her feet. Tom finished removing his tie to kneel down and help her with the shoes. “Thank you.”
“Stop being stubborn,” Tom said as he took a seat next to her. “I don’t know why you are always like this with me. I didn’t do anything to you.”
“You know why we have this… between us. I used to be one of the youngest actresses to be nominated for an Oscar and now I’m reduced to Spider-Man’s possible new girlfriend. Guess what they are going to talk about us in the morning? About our performances on stage or a blind item about us sneaking to your room at the afterparty?”
“Yeah, I think you’re right.” He sighed. “But look, we know what we are. I don’t think we can ignore each other for much longer. Because I don’t know about you, but I can’t stop thinking about you ever since our hands touched.”
Tom was anxious. His ring turned into a dark shade of blue, almost turning black. (Y/N) wasn’t very far from that shade either. To say they were both nervous was an understatement, after all, it’s not every day that you meet your soulmate.
“Aren’t you scared?” (Y/N) asked him. “I mean, it’s scary to see your ring shine for the very first time.”
“I’ve never been more scared in my life.” He admitted. “I thought it would never happen to me because everyone around me had met their soulmates. But I don’t know, when our hands touched, it all made sense.”
“I guess I was angry that it was you. At least at first.” (Y/N) said. “And it triggered my anxiety as well. Every time I started to hang out with someone, the media would come all over me to ask if we were soulmates. I knew I wasn’t a match to any of them, but we were all just having fun. I didn’t want to take it to the public eye.”
“I guess you’re always harassed by the media. More than me, at least.”
“It’s all downhill when you’re a woman in Hollywood, Tom.” She sighed. “Yeah, it sucks most of the time. But my love for acting makes it all worth it.”
“I know what that is like.” He nodded in agreement and watched (Y/N) get up to see herself in front of a mirror.
“Zip me down, please.” She asked as she looked at him over the shoulder. Tom gulped but was quick to get to her. His hands flew to the zipper on her back where he slowly pulled them down. (Y/N) held the dress to her body and nodded as a ‘thank you’ before excusing herself to the bathroom to change. Tom just couldn’t believe how cold she could be around him, especially now that they both knew they were soulmates.
“I have micellar water in the bathroom if you want to remove the makeup.” Tom shouted.
“You have a full skincare routine in here.” She shouted back as her eyes went through all the products placed over the sink.
“I’m an actor, darling. I use makeup and I need my face to be perfect for the next day.” He said. “Are you dressed?”
“Yes, you can come in.” She opened the door for him and Tom already had his shirt unbuttoned, ready to be taken off.
“And skincare routines are like… really nice.” He smiled at her. “We should do face masks.”
“You have one?”
“Lucky enough, I have two.” He winked at her before taking two cotton pads and wetting them with micellar water.
“What a prepared boy.” She smiled at him, the first smile she genuinely showed all night. “I was mentally cursing you for not letting me go home to my skincare, but apparently you even have serums.”
“My makeup artist bought it for me. I have them, but normally I sleep too much and don’t have time to use them.” He admitted. “But it’s all yours, love.”
“Love? That’s new.” She commented. “You normally only call people the infamous British ‘darling’, right?”
“Yeah, but you’re not just anyone.” Tom shrugged. “I have to admit, I don’t know how to start the conversation we need to have.”
“I don’t know either.” (Y/N) agreed with a nod before turning to the mirror to remove the rest of her makeup.
“I mean, I thought I was one of those rare people that didn’t have a soulmate.”
“Me too.” He agreed. “Because I turned 25 and I saw everyone around me enjoying their life alongside their soulmates, but in a sea of people and a lot of amazing things, I didn’t have anyone to share.”
“I guess I felt the same. I think growing up as a child star made my life very lonely and I have only a few people that I trust and that I get to feel comfortable to be around. So seeing everyone I loved with a soulmate only made me lonelier.”
“We don’t have to feel lonely anymore.” Tom said before pumping the cleanser one time on his hand and another one on (Y/N)’s.
“This cleanser is the best! I used to have a lot of acne growing up, but this totally changed my life.”
“I use this one too.” (Y/N) said. “Did you know I lost a role because of acne once? The director said my skin had to be flawless because the character was supposed to be a lady.”
“What a whole lot of bullshit.” Tom frowned in anger. “I played Spider-Man with acne on Homecoming.”
(Y/N) shrugged before bending on the sink to rinse her face. Tom waited for her to come back with a towel in his hands, which she thanked with a smile.
“Yeah, I feel like the director did me a huge favour by taking me off the movie. The girl that got my role said he was very abusive on set.” (Y/N) said as Tom rinsed his own face. “But I guess that’s a trauma, you know? I had a lot of insecurities because of that one audition.”
“Well, I think you are beautiful just the way you are.” Tom kissed her cheek right after he came up from the sink. (Y/N) immediately cracked a smile at the gesture.
“We learned more about each other in half an hour than in five years of knowing each other.”
“I like that already.” Tom said before turning to get two face masks - one for him and another for her. “This is supposed to detox your face. And I have four pads for the eyes as well.”
“I love a prepared man.” (Y/N) giggled before ripping the package open. Both of them placed the masks on their faces and laughed at each other once they were done.
“We need to take a picture of us.” Tom immediately popped his phone and (Y/N) leaned into his shoulder so he could take a photo in the mirror.
“Send it to me afterwards.” She said to him. “I wanna remember this.”
“You do?” He frowned with a smile on his face.
“Of course, you’re my soulmate after all.” That was the first time she ever admitted he was her soulmate out loud and it made both of them euphoric. Were things finally falling into place?
“I like you, (Y/N).” Tom said. “I know we have a long way to go and that we never really got along, but I’ve always liked you.”
“I guess I like you too, Holland.” She smiled at him. “I’m sorry for all the fighting over the years.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He shrugged. “We have plenty of time now, don’t we?”
“I guess.” She shrugged. “Do you have anything to eat?”
“I have pizza leftovers from last night and a microwave to heat it up,” Tom suggested. “But we can always call the front desk to ask for food.”
“Nah, I just want something quick.” (Y/N) opened the mini-fridge and popped some pizza out of there. She was quick to put two slices in the microwave so they could share. “Can I take a can of soda?”
“Of course you can. Get one for me too, love.” Tom said as he prepared the bed for sleeping. “Do you want me to sleep on the couch?”
(Y/N) looked back at the bed, which was definitely bigger than the one she has back home, and shrugged. “I think it’s big enough for us. We have to get used to it, don’t we?”
“You talk as if we’re obligated to be with each other,” Tom said, now setting the pleasant mood down with just a few words.
“Well, isn’t it the whole concept of soulmates? You just have to accept that they are meant to be with you?”
“Soulmates don’t need to be this artificial.” Tom sighed. “They have an instant bond, a natural connection. They shouldn’t feel obligated to be with each other.”
“Tom, I really don’t want to fight right now.” She said. “I know we have a lot of issues and we still need to work this through conversation, but I had a long night. I’m sorry if I’m treating this like it’s an obligation, it’s just… so new to me.”
Tom closed his eyes and took a deep breath before nodding. Judging by the colour of his ring, he was very stressed. “You’re right, yeah. Sorry.”
Instead of saying anything, (Y/N) left the pizza in the microwave to give him a tight hug. She watched his dark ring turn into a pink and blue-ish colour, meaning he felt both loved and relaxed. Her own ring matched his colours and it was the very first time it showed any of those colours.
“Thank you for this.” He whispered in her ear. “I really, really want this to work. Because you’re special (Y/N), and I’ve known that for a while.”
“I know Tom. Just, give us a little more time, alright?” She pulled back, her hands never leaving his neck, just to see his face. He smiled before nodding at her words.
“More time. Yeah, I can do that.”
One year later
“(Y/N), wait for me.” Tom called from behind her through the current mess of Dolby Theatre during the Oscars. She stopped her walk just to see what he had to say. Just like a year ago, Tom’s ring was painted black for anxiety and stress.
“What’s wrong with you?” She frowned as her hand immediately flew to the one who held his ring.
“I’m nervous about the award.” He admitted. This had been the first time he had ever been nominated for an Oscar, let alone for Best Actor. Tom had been shitting himself ever since he found out he was nominated.
“You’re gonna be just fine.” She pulled him into a hug and his muscles immediately relaxed under her touch. Once again, as every time (Y/N) touches him, his ring turned blue with a faint hint of pink. “I’m already so proud of you.”
“Thank you, love.”
It had been one year since they shared a hotel room at the Chateau Marmont to talk about them being soulmates. Ever since then, a lot happened between (Y/N) and Tom. They became close friends, trying to build the best relationship after years of hatred. Now they were best friends who were very much in love with each other, but they were just waiting for the right time to take this to the next level. Both knew they were meant to be together, but the best part of starting to like someone is the butterflies in their stomach. They didn’t want to skip that.
So that means they never kissed, not even once. Although, (Y/N) and Tom have been inseparable lately, they just couldn’t have their first kiss right before leaving for work in the morning or drunk in the club late at night. They talked it through and they had their entire life to just be with each other, so it could wait until the universe said it was time.
But maybe both of them couldn’t resist for much longer.
“Will you sit with me?” Tom asked her, who this time was only attending the event as his guest. Last year she won the Emmys, but this year she was taking a break to focus on the following season for the show that took her name to television glory.
“Of course.” She nodded and Tom helped her get to the table.
People and the media were starting to get more and more suspicious about them being soulmates. Not only they were seen hanging out together all the time, a fan caught them one night playing with each other’s ring as they shared dinner to celebrate Tom’s Oscars nomination. After that photo went viral, people just couldn’t leave them alone. And maybe attending the red carpet together didn’t help the rumours at all.
But (Y/N) looked stunning, even if this was supposed to be Tom’s night. He was dressed in a double-breasted Prada black suit that made the perfect contrast with her champagne satin dress, which kept her outfit simple and classy, perfect for the Oscars. He thought she looked as beautiful as she ever does and he wanted to show everyone that that was his soulmate - even though they were taking things slow. And just to close the whole look, Tom gave her a brand new ring that has been shining in purple for adoration ever since he put it on her finger.
Both of them had a great time commenting on the ceremony, making bets about the winners and cursing the Academy every time a good movie lost an award. But as the night was coming to an end, the closer it got to the Best Actor category. As they read all the nominees’ names, Tom searched for (Y/N)’s hand under the table and she gave him tight squeezes to calm him down.
“And the Oscar goes to…” Uma Thurman, who had been invited to present the award, started. “Tom Holland.”
Tom felt so relieved that the first thing he did was pull (Y/N) into a sweet and brief kiss, the first one they ever shared. It caught her by surprise, but she wasn’t mat at all. Actually, she very much liked it. After that, Tom was greeted by a few of his cast members and family before heading up to the stage to receive the award. He was on the verge of tears and (Y/N) was the only one who could see his ring shining green for mixed feelings.
“I’m still a little bit stunned by this.” He breathed out as he held the award in his hands. “Because little Tom would never imagine he would one day be standing on this stage to receive such an honour as an Oscar. I have a lot of people to thank and I am grateful for everything all of them have done for me over my career. But the work that got me this award couldn’t have been done without the help and support of my beautiful soulmate. (Y/N), I love you. This award is for both of us.”
The whole crowd broke into laugh claps and cheerings for Tom, but (Y/N) was too stunned to speak. She only arched her brows and smiled at him, reassuring him that it was fine. He continued to thank a few other people on the cast and crew, never forgetting his family as well, before coming down from the stage. (Y/N) immediately got up from her seat to meet him in the green room before they presented Best Picture.
Tom, who was being congratulated by a few people around, dropped the conversation he was having with Uma Thurman just to hug (Y/N). They stood quiet for a few seconds, just enjoying each other’s embrace.
“You’re crazy.” She whispered in his ear.
“I know.” He giggled. “But I just couldn’t help myself.”
“The whole world knows about us now.” (Y/N) said and Tom shrugged. “You kissed me for the first time in front of the whole world.”
“I wanted to make this night unforgettable.” He admitted. “And it will always be the best night of my life.”
“I love you, Oscar Winner Tom Holland.”
“I love you too, Emmy Winner (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He kissed her one more time before quickly pulling back, searching for two glasses of champagne to make a toast. “To happy years in our relationship and to many more awards.”
“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.”
“Youdo 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.”
“Ineed 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.”
Hey guys! This is just a little idea I came up with that I think you all might like. So basically Harry, Harrison, and Tom have a little argument over who is more talented. You being an actress, model, singer/songwriter, musician, and choreographer, it would be obvious. (also I hope you guys are liking the fact I’m writing for tom now to <3 :( )
Warnings: sad tommy, arguing, swearing.
The day was nice. Especially for when theres a fucking plague going on and your stuck in London with you’re amazing boyfriend that you love. I was sitting in Tom and I’s bed, in his hoodie, his sweatpants hanging low on my hips, scrolling through instagram, eating cheez its. It was nice and cozy.
I then decide I need some water to go with these cheez its and I walk downstairs into the kitchen. I then heard some chattering.
“Dude, your girlfriend is way more talented than you.” Harry says while cooking dinner.
“But like I am too! I am Spiderman ya know.” I hear Tom say, trying to defend himself.
“What’s going on here?” I ask laughing a bit after hearing a little of the conversation.
“Tommy boy here thinks he’s more talented than you.” Harrison says while stirring vegetables in the pan.
“No I don’t! I just think that we are both equally talented.” He says shrugging. He then mutters “C’mere baby,” to me, making grabby hands at me. I then laugh at his cuteness and come over and sit on his lap.
“Dude no you are not!” Harry says throwing a vegetable at him.
“Hey that wasn’t nice.” I say pointing to Harry. Then kissing Tom on the cheek where it hit him.
“Are you saying I’m not talented?” Tom says, throwing a hand on his chest acting like he’s super offended.
“No, I’m just saying that Y/N is more talented than you.” Harry says again. I begin to giggle a little at the bickering that is going on.
“Yeah Y/N what was your most recent project?” Harrison asks me with his hand on his hip, the other holding a spatula.
“Um, I’m writing a single right now for my music. And I’m choreographing dances for students to do at home. Ya know, give them something to do since they can’t go to a studio.” I say with a little shrug. Brushing it off as if it was nothing. When it means everything to me. But I can’t show that to Tom in the state he is in.
“Great, that’s awesome. Now Tom, what are you doing?” Harrison asks, batting his eyelashes.
“Waiting for my new movie to come out. The Devil All the Time.” He says looking down, saddened.
“And that’s awesome! I’m so proud of you baby!” I say, peppering kisses all over his face. Trying to cheer him up.
“No it’s not your doing helpful things right now and I’m not.” He says, still in a sad tone.
“So get over it Tom, she is more talented.” Harry says, joining the conversation again.
“But I’m spiderman,” He mutters in a mocking tone.
“Oh my god Tom! Y/N literally is in 4 more movies than you, has done more photoshoots than you, she can sing like a goddess, write music like a genius, and play music like a genius. She literally wrote music and helpd play for a hit TV show!” Harrison says.
“What was it again Y/N?” Harry asks.
“Um The Clone Wars returning season. Season 7.” I say quietly, feeling bad for Tom, not wanting to make myself all that.
“Yeah! She wrote and made music for Star Wars Tom! STAR WARS! Not to mention, SHE’S IN STAR WARS! Literally plays Rey!” He yells pounding on the table.
“Boys! Get over it! Tom has his own special talents too. Uh I can’t do a backflip but guess who can? Tom. Uh can I work out with Jake Gyllenhaal? Probably not. Uh also Tom can sing, pretty fucking well I might add aswell. Can I do a fucking good American accent? Well that doesn’t work now that I realize it since I’m from America,” I then realize I’m falling off topic and then I shake my head and get back to the point.
“Point is, Tom has his own amazing talents too. Like another example, can I play golf? Hell to the no. Can Tom? Yes, and he looks sexy as hell while doing it too.” I say poking at his biceps and abs.
“Thanks baby.” He says nuzzling his head into my shoulder.
“Now stop talking about me being more talented. Just let it go and finish dinner.” I say giving Tom a kiss on the head.
“But,” Harry starts.
“No buts!” I yell “God you guys are so immature.” I say squeezing Tom closer to me. Giving him more kisses on his head.
“Uh excuse me?” Tuwaine says coming down to see what’s going on.
“Not you,” I say pointing to him. “But them!” I say pointing to Harry and Haz.
“Ah,” Tuwaine says, walking over to sit on a barstool next to us. Paying attention to his phone again.
“I love you Tommy you know that right?” I ask him, lifting his head out of my shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah I know. I love you too.” he mumbles. I then lean in and give him a soft kiss on the lips.
“You think I’m talented right?” He asks, looking up at me with sad puppy eyes.
“Of course. More than anyone in this room. Including me.” I say sincerely. He then whispers,
“God I love you,” pressing a hot, lustful kiss on my lips. We then hear Haz say,
“Ew get a room!” And I respond to it by still kissing Tom, but I take my hand off of his chest and flip him off.
