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again, this is 6.4k of self indulgence, but i hope you enjoy
summary: despite your differences you fall in love with him
warnings: 18+ content!! unprotected sex solely bc i was too lazy to write it in lmao, but wrap it before you tap it babes!! some angsty stuff and tom not thinking
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you’d met him by accident. you were waiting to pick up your drink from the counter just as he was on his way to grab his and bumped into his shoulder. you apologized just as quickly as it had happened, barely looking over until he ever so gently placed his hand over your bicep, just to steady you as he said “s okay, are you alright?”
he looked familiar, like you were supposed to know him from somewhere.
summary:When you come back to your small hometown in order to help your brother keeping your now dead parents diner alive, business degree in hand. Tensions rise between you and someone you’ve had a crush on all your life, who you didn’t think felt the same.
pairing: best friend’s brother!tom holland x fem!reader
There was never a time where you could remember not having a crush on him, on Tom. You’ve always been drawn to him. You’ve always had this schoolgirl crush for him. But it was always so difficult since you were one year younger than him, and he was your brother’s best friend.
You’d spend your days as a younger girl writing about him in your diary, wishing that he would kiss you like you had seen in the movies. It was your one true desire in life. To be with Tom. Your best friend Zendaya always made fun of you for liking an older boy even if it was only by a year.
You’d spend your days ogling over him across the school, the only time the two of you ever overlapped was when your brother, Ethan, had Tom over for sleepovers and study sessions, even just for fun. They were so close – tight as a knot.
But as you grew up, you found yourself doubting this. Doubting your silly crush. Doubting your feelings – they would never happen. You attempted to move on but for your whole life it became apparent that you were stuck on Tom. You were stuck in this lifetime where Tom was your only thought, was the reason you woke up every day, even though you never saw him and Zendaya called it an obsession… and it wasn’t. Because you wouldn’t constantly check his socials. You wouldn’t ask your brother about him. For a few years there you hadn’t even talked to him. You didn’t even know if Ethan and Tom were still close. It rattled you. What you would do without Tom in your life. Sure, there were a few moments that Tom had been there for you because Ethan couldn’t be – but it’s not like he saw you as anything other than his best friend’s little sister.
“We called your emergency contact. Your boyfriend should be here any minute.” The doctor told you as she wrote your stats down in your chart.
“Okay. Thank you.” You smiled in appreciation at her. Just a few seconds after she left your room, Tom ran in. He almost slipped from how fast he ran into the room but caught himself on the doorway.
i don’t know where i stand | tom holland x reader (series masterlist)
pairing: childhood!best friend!tom holland x female!reader
summary:it’s summer, and you’ve just moved into a new flat after a bad breakup with your now ex-boyfriend. when a celebratory trip to the nearby pub turns into an awkward meeting with your childhood best friend tom, old feelings you thought were gone gets brought back.
warnings:extended warnings will be given for each chapter, but there’s lots of fluff, pining, some angst, also it’s kind off a slow burn? the chapters marked with * will contain smut. that means that those chapters are +18 only. sominors stay away!!!
a/n:this is the first time ever i’ve written and posted anything on here (pls be gentle). english is also not my first language so if you see any spelling/grammar mistakes, no you didn’t i woke up one day with this idea in my head and started writing it mostly for myself. when it started getting long i thought that maybe i should post it. i don’t really see myself as a writer- i just wrote this for fun, and now i’m hoping somebody else will enjoy it! happy reading!
fic playlist: grudges - paramore // bros - wolf alice // i will - mitski // all i want - joni mitchell // let it be me - nina simone // i don’t know where i stand - joni mitchell // sunday - the cranberries // no use i just do - hayley williams // a case of you - joni mitchell // just a lover - hayley williams
Disclaimer: This took me sooo long to write, but t*mblr didn’t let me post this as a one-shot. Guess 36.247k words all at once are a bit too much, huh? So I decided to make a miniseries out of this. I hate that I have to do this, but I have no other choice.
And yes, I have a thing for writing titles with parenthesis/crossed out letters, but there’s a meaning to it, I promise!
Pairing: Tom Holland x actress!reader
Excerpt: “The situation had gotten to the point where everyone in the production had started joking about it. They would call you a couple and ask you when the wedding would take place. Sometimes you two would be chatting and someone would remind you that it was lunch break. Pretty harmless things, and you would simply laugh them off, even though, secretly, they always left you wondering where the joke ended and where the truth began.”
Warnings: English not being my first language, possible typos, self-indulgence at its finest, characters who talk a lot and probably flirt in a weird way, the holy trinity: fluff & (poorly written) smut (minors, please, DNI; also, unprotected sex, only because this is fiction and nothing bad can happen. Protect yourselves) & angst, Taylor Swift quotes, Reader is not a native English speaker: it’s addressed only a couple of times and I didn’t specify where she’s from, and it’s not even a key point in the story, so it can be easily overlooked.
You get a knock on your door, detectives wanting to use your apartment for a stakeout. Of course you say yes, little do they know you have a secret of your own. Little do they know you know more about their investigation then what they tell you that night
»»——⍟——««A/n: Omg im so excited for this. I hope it goes well
“Can I help you?” You looked at the two men standing at your door, confusion written all over your face. It is late at night, and the banging on your front door broke you from the activities you were in, drawing you to the door.
“Hi, sorry for bothering you. I’m Detective Marcus Ryan, and this is my partner, Detective Chris Stevens. We’re part of an investigation on some illegal activity in this area and building. Your apartment is in the best position for a stakeout on the building and neighborhood. It will be a great service to the community if we catch this person we’ve been after. Do you mind us using your apartment for the investigation?”
“I guess not,” you step aside, “for the community.” You nervously laugh as they walk into your apartment, equipment already in hand.
“I know this may feel like a major intrusion on your privacy, I assure you it will only be the two of us, and we have no reason or intention to go through your home. Our main focus will be the windows located in the living room,” Marcus says as they walk in, already setting the equipment down and getting to work.
“No problem. May I ask what illegal activity it is that’s taking place here? I’ve lived here for so long, I can’t imagine something so serious going on here,” you say.
“I understand, but unfortunately, that information is confidential. You don’t need to worry tho. This activity won’t put someone like you in any danger,” Marcus replies.
“Ok. Well, can you say who you’re looking for?” you lightly urge.
“I don’t know if you’re aware, but London is a popular area for mob activity. London’s top mobster has resurfaced. We don’t know what for or why, but we are determined to catch him this time around. His name is Tom Holland, London’s topmost dangerous mobster.”
“I see. We’ll I hope your investigation goes well. It’s late, so I’m heading to bed. You guys can help yourselves to do whatever you need. Bathroom is over there, and the fridge is full. Help yourselves,” you smile.
“Of course, thank you again, ma'am,” Marcus says.
You walk to your bedroom, opening and closing the door behind you, seeing the man standing in the middle of your room. “Hi,” you quietly laugh, walking closer to him.
“Hi,” he smirks. “They out there?”
“Yup,” you stand in front of him and wrap your hands around his torso.
“They suspect anything?”
“Of course not. You think I don’t know what I’m doing, Tommy?”
Being an actress in a tv show is nerve-wracking, and being the star is even worse. Well, you had both. It’s your first time staring in a tv series, not to mention the show is meant to send a message. It’s one about the teen mental health statements. Like 13 Reasons Why and Euphoria. You’re a nervous wreck. But you’re a professional, and what they say is true, do something enough, you get used to it, and you did. Within no time, not much about it fazed you.
Something that helped through it all is Tom. He’s supportive and awesome, and you couldn’t ask for a better husband. “When will you tell me about your show?” Tom mumbles, pulling your body close to him. You told him the bare minimum about your show. Stuff like you’re in high school, it’s not for kids, and you definitely think he’ll like it.
Anytime he asked to know more, you always said either he has to wait for it to come out like everyone else, or promise not to spoil anything, then he can come with you to the set and watch you during shooting. “You know the answer, Tom.” You laugh and snuggle into his chest.
Warnings:SMUT(18+, minors dni) (hickies, oral fem and male receiving, fingering, vaginal sex, praise, spitting), alcohol and swears
Summary:A little getaway at a hotel leads to you meeting a hot bartender and forget about your ex-boyfriend in one night
A/N:This oneshot is my submission for @tomhollandfics ‘s 2022 Fic Event and I chose the prompt “Here’s my hotel room number.” Also I know this is the last day so I hope it’s still valid for the event’s submission dates
A/N: this was another one for @tomhollandfics prompt event, I couldn’t decide which one . (Prompts 8, 13, 20, 23)
Pairings: tom holland x black!reader, tom holland x black!plus size reader, tom holland x black!fem reader, tom holland x plus!size reader, tom holland x fem!reader
Warnings: NWY Spoilers, smut (minors not allowed!), dirty talk, oral, rough kink, slight dom kink??, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), fingering, spanking, choking, teasing, edging, squirting, biting
“Baby, Paris though? That’s such short notice, I don’t know if I’ll make it on time.”
“I already got the ticket, I just need to send it to you. Please love, I miss you. This press tour has us traveling nonstop, I won’t get to see you before I go back home.”
It was raining. Not too strange for a typical London night. The clock read eight and Tom was already getting lost in the pitter patter of the raindrops against the windowpane of his apartment. It all made so much sense to him, as he listened closely, it sent a tingle to his fingers and he moved them around in the air, placing them in a way he would do on his guitar before striking the chords. He’d spent all of his day today trying to find that damned guitar of his, it sounded mesmerizing albeit being of his grandad’s, its strings though he had changed just last month when he’d struck it too hard after trying to get a note right for a long time.
He moved his fingers around impersonating playing a guitar to the sound of the rain. To someone watching from far, he would look like a crazy man, but to him, it was worship. It was his work after all, nothing mattered more to him as he closed his eyes, eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration and fingers moving along the sound of rain. He swore if he had his guitar at the moment, he’d make a new melody and noted to do so later when he finds it.
Summary: Tom is single, has been for a while. Everyone knows this; they all try to set him up. His family is by far the group of people who annoy him with it most. So, out of frustration, he tells them he’s gotten engaged! He’s hasn’t. He crosses his fingers that he’ll find a way to convince you to be his temporary fake fiancé.
Warnings: fluff, drinking, lots of dialogue, 18 + (minors look away!), innocence/inexperienced kink, oral (f!receiving), fingering, swearing, mentions of a previous bad relationship, could be some errors sorry in advance!
Word count: 8.9k
A/N: So, this is my writing debut in this fandom! I’m excited about it!! This is part of @venomsilk ’s valentine bingo, thank you for organising such a good writing experience and letting me be a part of it :) I chose: fake engagement, coworkers and innocence/inexperienced kink
You get a knock on your door, detectives wanting to use your apartment for a stakeout. Of course you say yes, little do they know you have a secret of your own. Little do they know you know more about their investigation then what they tell you that night
»»——⍟——««A/n: Omg im so excited for this. I hope it goes well
“Can I help you?” You looked at the two men standing at your door, confusion written all over your face. It is late at night, and the banging on your front door broke you from the activities you were in, drawing you to the door.
“Hi, sorry for bothering you. I’m Detective Marcus Ryan, and this is my partner, Detective Chris Stevens. We’re part of an investigation on some illegal activity in this area and building. Your apartment is in the best position for a stakeout on the building and neighborhood. It will be a great service to the community if we catch this person we’ve been after. Do you mind us using your apartment for the investigation?”
“I guess not,” you step aside, “for the community.” You nervously laugh as they walk into your apartment, equipment already in hand.
“I know this may feel like a major intrusion on your privacy, I assure you it will only be the two of us, and we have no reason or intention to go through your home. Our main focus will be the windows located in the living room,” Marcus says as they walk in, already setting the equipment down and getting to work.
“No problem. May I ask what illegal activity it is that’s taking place here? I’ve lived here for so long, I can’t imagine something so serious going on here,” you say.
“I understand, but unfortunately, that information is confidential. You don’t need to worry tho. This activity won’t put someone like you in any danger,” Marcus replies.
“Ok. Well, can you say who you’re looking for?” you lightly urge.
“I don’t know if you’re aware, but London is a popular area for mob activity. London’s top mobster has resurfaced. We don’t know what for or why, but we are determined to catch him this time around. His name is Tom Holland, London’s topmost dangerous mobster.”
“I see. We’ll I hope your investigation goes well. It’s late, so I’m heading to bed. You guys can help yourselves to do whatever you need. Bathroom is over there, and the fridge is full. Help yourselves,” you smile.
“Of course, thank you again, ma'am,” Marcus says.
You walk to your bedroom, opening and closing the door behind you, seeing the man standing in the middle of your room. “Hi,” you quietly laugh, walking closer to him.
“Hi,” he smirks. “They out there?”
“Yup,” you stand in front of him and wrap your hands around his torso.
“They suspect anything?”
“Of course not. You think I don’t know what I’m doing, Tommy?”
Tom was eager to hang out with Robert after Avengers Endgame, even if it was just a hike, unaware of Robert’s secret agenda. When they were far enough away from the beaten path, Robert promising a spectacular view. But when Tom’s back was turned Robert reached a hand clear into Tom’s back, and as he gripped inside and pulled his hand Robert found Tom reduced to a cigar.
Robert couldn’t help but grin as he smoked away his younger companion, he wasn’t sure if part of Tom was still in there but he didn’t care, the more he smoked the younger he got, the colour returning to his hair, soon he’ll be Tom’s age and the cigar will be a pile of ash and smoke.
