Prompt: You were the dancer in Ed Sheeran’s ‘Thinking Out Loud’ music video and, for your anniversary, Tom learns the dance moves to it.
Word Count: 1250
A/N: Because I’m in love with the fact that Tom can dance.
You and Tom had been dating for almost two years, so, when he asked you to be his date for his most recent premiere, you naturally said yes. You were both very supportive of each other in your careers. You had known each other since before major fame-meeting when you joined him in 'Billy Elliot’. You had gone on to become a professional dancer while Tom turned to the big screen. A premiere was nothing new to the two of you, but that didn’t quit the nerves.
“Do I look okay?” You asked him, smoothing out your dress as you sat together in the backseat of the car bringing you to the premiere.
“You look gorgeous as always.” Tom said, holding your hands in his.
“You’re handsome. You would be even more handsome if your tie was straight.” You stated, letting go of him to fix it.
“I don’t care how I look. Every camera will be pointed at you, love.” He mumbled, kissing your lips. The car came to a stop at the carpet and the chauffeur opened the door. Tom stepped out first and then stretched out a hand to help you. He kept his arm around your waist as you both posed for pictures.
You were ushered down the carpet to where the interviews were being held. One interviewer asked to speak with both of you.
“Hello, you both look wonderful. May I just say how adorable you two are. My favorite celebrity couple.” The interviewer, who probably wasn’t much older than you two, commented. Your cheeks heated up from the excessive compliments.
“Thank you.” You replied.
“I really got lucky, didn’t I?” Tom asked, wrapping his arm right around your waist.
“Now, Tom, while you were filming, you-Y/N-were on broadway. How difficult was that with scheduling?” She questioned, holding out a microphone for you two.
“It wasn’t very difficult because we were at least in the same timezone. There weren’t many times when I wanted to call her and then couldn’t because it was 3 AM for her. We both had fairly busy schedules, but we made it work and called each other almost everyday.” Tom explained.
“We have a pact where we have to call each other at least once a day-even if it is just voicemail. I survived mainly from hearing his voice. He put all of his films on a thumb drive for me, so whenever I’m down, I can just watch those.” You replied.
“So you have seen all of his movies?” The interviewer asked.
“Of course. Granted, some aren’t as good as others, but I’ll still watch them. I support Tom no matter.” You smiled, making Tom lean over to kiss your head.
“Do you ever watch his movies together?”
“Nah. I can’t stand to sit there and watch myself like that. Only if I have a small part, then I can.” Tom stated.
“It’s almost impossible to watch one of his own with him because he will bring up memories of filming it throughout the whole movie. The first time I watched 'In the Heart of the Sea’ he continuously brought up different memories from shooting and I would have to pause it every ten seconds and be like "babe, shut up. I don’t know what’s happening”.“ You laughed, pinching his cheek.
"I asked fans on Twitter to send in some questions for you two and the main one was if Tom knew the dance to 'Thinking Out Loud’ by Ed Sheeran. Do you?” She asked. A grin formed on your face. You had been Ed’s dance partner in the music video and, besides Broadway, you would consider that your greatest achievement.
“No, I don’t actually. How embarrassing to admit that.” Tom laughed lightly, “I really need to learn it.”
“Do you still know the dance?” The interviewer asked you.
“Yeah, I do. It’s not one that’s easy for you to forget. I’ll probably know even when my legs don’t work like they used to before.” You joked. The interview ended shortly afterwards and Tom was swept away to another one, continuing the standard routine of a premiere.
That night, you and Tom were exhausted as you arrived back to the hotel room. You began to take the bobby pins out of your hair as Tom shrugged off his blazer.
“I’m going to grab a quick shower.” You stated. Tom nodded in response as you left for the en suite bathroom. He changed into his comfy pajamas and pulled out his laptop. He grabbed his headphones from the side table and plugged them in. He typed into the search bar: 'Thinking Out Loud Dance’.
Your two years anniversary was coming up in a week and Tom had no clue what to get you. He thought of the idea of surprising you with the dance, but suddenly began to fear it wouldn’t be enough. He really needed to brainstorm more.
Your manager had called for a meeting in London the day of your anniversary. You were a bit disappointed that you couldn’t spend all day cuddled in bed with Tom, but went to your meeting anyway. When you arrived home afterward, it was dinner time and the lights were either dimmed or off. You smiled as you saw the candles lighting up the dining room where two place settings sat on the table.
“Happy anniversary, darling.” Tom greeted you with a rose.
“Ever the gentleman.” You replied, kissing him quickly.
“I made dinner. I don’t know how well it turned out, but we’ll see.” He said, making you laugh. You both sat down at the dining table and you admired how, in the two hours you were gone, he had set up the whole house to have a romantic atmosphere and cooked dinner.
“Looks delicious.” You stated, eyeing the red spaghetti on your plate.
After dinner, Tom pulled you into the living room. He had shifted the couches to make extra floor space in the area.
“Take off your shoes.” He said and you did as ordered to. Tom went over and plugged his phone into his speaker. He hit the play button and your eyes lit up when you heard the first note.
“Tom, you didn’t.” You smiled in disbelief.
“Sh, you’re going to ruin it.” He said, meeting you in the middle of the room. Ed Sheeran’s voice filled the room as you danced with Tom to the popular love song.
“Am I doing my whole routine?” You asked.
“Yes, although I haven’t actually practiced the flipping techniques.” Tom said, making you laugh.
“I’ll walk you through it.” You replied. You couldn’t remember the last time you had that much fun while dancing. It was new to you-dancing with Tom. Both of you were dancers, but neither of you danced together, especially to a song like 'Thinking Out Loud’.
“I thought you said you didn’t know the dance.” You said to Tom as you two lied down on the couch once the song ended.
“I didn’t, but then I decided that it’d be a great surprise for you if I learned it.”
“I’m happy you did. Have I told you how much I love you?” You asked, snuggling into his chest.
“Maybe once or twice.” He laughed lightly.
“Well, Thomas Holland, I love you with all my heart.” You smiled, shifting so you could kiss him.
Request: Can you do an imagine based off the cw scene after the credits where the reader also has powers and fought on team Iron man and comes to surprise and check up on Peter right after May leaves his room and they just talk about the fight and each other
You knocked on the Parkers’ apartment door, waiting for someone to open. You looked at your nails, chipped, and balanced on your feet while silently singing to a song in your head. ‘’[Y/N], dear! What is it with black eyes now-a-days? Are they something cool? Peter has one as well!’’ May said right as she opened the door, making you laugh a little. ‘’You know how I am’’ you told her. ‘’Clumsy until the end of days.’’ She let you in and walked you to Peter’s door, offering you a snack. ‘’No, thank you,’’ you told her, ‘’I ate a sandwich on the way. Is Peter awake?’’ you asked her, eager to see him. ‘’Yeah, yeah!’’ she told you. ‘’He had a fight this morning coming back from Stark Industries and is pretty tired, but he is always happy to see you’’ she said, offering you a sweet smile. You smiled back at her and opened the door softly, entering the room and closing it behind you. ‘’Hey’’ you softly said, looking at Peter, who was lying on his stomach on his bed. ‘’Oh, hi’’ he said, turning his head to look at you. You looked at him for a little longer, admiring the way his brown eyes were so deep, the way his hair was messy and the way his skin was a little pink because of the ice pack he was pressing against his eye. ‘’How are you?’’ you asked him, sitting on the edge of his bed, keeping your eyes on him. He looked back at you, a small smile on his lips. ‘’Tired, I guess’’ he said, moving his head to look at the ceiling. ‘’How do you manage?’’ he asked you. You waited for him to continue, not really knowing what he meant. ‘’How do you manage to do it? To keep up with school, get good grades, have friends and then be a part of The Avengers. And keep it a secret. It’s all new to me, but you seem to be used to it. How do you do it?’’ You laughed softly and stared at the wall, your arms resting on your knees. ‘’I don’t, if I’m honest’’ you told him. ‘’I usually go to school not having slept, and even if I talk to people there, as soon as I get home, I don’t talk to anyone. I study for as long as I can, and when my parents fall asleep, I go to the Tower and help Tony. I go home at four am and I leave at six thirty. My only real friends are the bags under my eyes’’ you said with a harsh laugh. You laughed being part of The Avengers -they had recruited you two years ago, your ability to turn invisible and your training being really useful when in battle; and you had enjoyed every moment you had shared with them, good or bad. But you were also a little bit tired of it -you were sixteen, for God’s shake. ‘’It’s just…’’ Peter started. He looked as if he had many things to say but didn’t know where to start, and bit his lip. ‘’I want to have it all, even if I know I can’t. I want to have a normal life, but I don’t want to give up Spiderman, you know?’’ he asked you. ‘’Yeah,’’ you whispered, ‘’I do.’’ You both remained quiet for a few minutes, thinking about the fight that had happened the day before in Berlin. ‘’I’m sorry’’ you told him. He looked at you, not understanding what you meant. ‘’I’m sorry I brought you into this whole mess. It’s just… Tony was looking for someone who could fight and who we could trust, and you were the first person that came into my mind. I didn’t realize how it would affect you then, but I do now; and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done it. Now you are going to have to give up so many aspects of your life and it’s all my fault.’’ He kept staring at you, looking confused. ‘’Are you crazy?’’ he asked you. You didn’t dare to look at him, feeling guilty. ‘’[Y/N], I should be thanking you. This is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me and it is all thanks to you. You shouldn’t apologize! I love it! Sure, it is going to be hard, but in exchange I get to work with The Avengers! With you! It is great!’’ he told you, a huge grin on his face. Suddenly, you felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and you looked at him, smiling softly. ‘’Really?’’ you quietly asked him. ‘’Yeah!’’ he said, smiling at you. He softly sat on his bed, putting the ice pack on his nightstand. ‘’How about we watch a movie and patrol together tonight? That way we’ll be done soon and you’ll be able to sleep, okay?’’ You nodded at him and helped him get up, getting out of his room to go to the couch, a smile on your lips as you turned on the TV.
“He hung up on you?” I nodded as I shoved another spoonful of cookie dough ice cream in my mouth. (Y/F/N) sat opposite me and tried to register the mess of the fight Peter and I had. “So, wait, are you still friends? Or did you, like, end on not being friends?”
I opened my mouth to respond but then realized I didn’t know how to. He had told me that he couldn’t do it anymore, he told me he couldn’t be my friend anymore. Did he mean it? My phone went off and I heard the chorus of Summer Nights from Grease playing, instantly knowing that it was Peter calling me.
“Why the hell is that Peter’s ringtone?” (Y/F/N) peered at my ringing phone questioningly.
“It’s our karaoke song… shut up.” She shrugged before getting off the couch and going to the kitchen, most likely to give me some privacy.
“Hey. I’m outside. Can you open the door?”
“Oh – yeah! Yes, hold on.” I couldn’t stop the smile forming on my face. I hadn’t lost my best friend and I would get to relish in him begging for my forgiveness.
“Hey!” I said after opening the door. He smiled at me slightly before walking in. I began walking to my room, expecting him to follow me. When I didn’t hear him behind me I turned around. “Aren’t you coming?”
He hesitated but followed me anyway.
“So,” I started, sitting on my desk chair. I couldn’t help the smile on my face as I looked at him, waiting for an apology from him, “what’s up?”
He held the box he held in his hands up, only now did I realize that he was carrying something. He cleared his throat and set it on my desk, right in front of me. I gave him a confused look and he only sighed before speaking. “I thought you might want this back.”
I knitted my eyebrows together, my confusion growing. “What is it?”
“It’s a box of your stuff… y’know, stuff you left at my place.” I looked back at him, ripping my eyes away from the box. My mouth hung open but Peter refused to look at me.
“I just thought you might want it. You know, considering-.”
“Considering we aren’t friends anymore.”
I felt my eyes begin to sting, the tears threatening to collect at the brim of my eyes. “You were serious about that?”
He shrugged at me. “I just thought-.”
“I can’t believe you. We’ve been friends for seven years!”
“(Y/N)… Listen, if you don’t want it I’ll-.”
“You’ll what? Throw it away? No, you’re right. Here.” I got up from my desk and walked to my closet, grabbing the clothes he had let me keep for winters and threw it on the ground at his feet. “Take your shit back.”
“(Y/N)-.” I heard his voice shake but I didn’t care.
“Here, take this shitty card you made me, take this shitty hat you let me borrow and take this bullshit of a friendship mug you gave me, too! Is this what you want? I’m so sorry for being such a damn burden to you! God, I can’t fucking believe you!”
“(Y/N), god, can you just let me talk?”
He looked at me sympathetically before holding his hand out for me to take, which I did, hesitantly, but I still took it. He gave me a squeeze before pulling me into his side and hugging me. I pressed myself against his side and held him close to me, my heartrate still fast and loud, not wanting him to let go. “You can never be the source for anything except my happiness. Do you hear me?” I nodded against his chest. “I’m sorry, moon. I’m so sorry. You forgive me? I’ll keep your stuff. I was stupid for thinking I could even go a day without being your friend. This past month has been like hell for me. Even if you don’t forgive me right now, please, don’t make me leave knowing you hate me.”
“I could never hate you.”
“So, you forgive me?”
“Will you come back to my place tonight with takeout for a movie night?”
He laughed quietly before kissing my head, “Anything you want, moon.”
“I missed you, sun.” He squeezed me tightly, swaying us back and forth slightly before letting go and walking to my front door with me following. He said goodbye and told me he’d see me tonight.
“Okay, here’s one for you. Are you ready?” Peter and I had blown through about four movies already and it was two twenty seven in the morning. We decided to just talk, considering we had long forgotten about the movie that was currently playing, making up for the month we lost together. We had been asking each other questions for the past half hour, nothing in particular. It varied from what tattoos we would want to get, what they would mean to us, where we saw each other in the future, individually and together.
“Yeah, I’m ready. Go.”
“What does love mean to you?”
I paused and thought about the question. He opened his mouth to maybe repeat himself but I began speaking before he could.
“Singing in the shower.”
“What?” I laughed and nodded at his question, all the while he sat there in confusion.
“Love is singing in the shower. And love is reading a good book or watching your favorite movie.”
He probably thought that maybe I misunderstood the question because his eyebrows met together in the middle, giving me a confused look. “No, no. What does love mean to you? Not what you love.”
“I know. I understood. That’s what love means to me.”
“I don’t understand.”
I sat upright, taking my head off his lap as I looked at him from across the couch. He turned to face me, sitting in the same position: cross legged.
“Love means so many different things to so many different people. Love, to me, means singing in the shower and watching your favorite movie and taking a bath and listening to you talk about something you love. It’s simple. Love, to me, means simplicity. Wholehearted love isn’t easy, but it should never be complicated. Even when it gets hard, it should always be easy to remember what that love means to you.”
He stared at me stunned. Probably not really realizing how often I had thought about this. “What else?” He questioned.
“Well,” I started, shuffling closer to him until I got him to untwine his legs, allowing me to press my back against him, his arms wrapping around my middle, “love is everything that makes you happy. Like you.” My voice got a little quieter, “You make me happy. You’re what love means to me.”
“Well, damn,” Peter laughed a little, causing me to look up at him and laugh, too.
Our laughter died down as he turned to look at me. He smiled softly at me and I returned it, in my head it was an innocent exchange between old friends; best friends. But then he looked at me more intently and his smile faded as he continued to just look at me. His gaze wasn’t uncomfortable, but it prompted me to want to know the meaning. Then, he began to speak, slowly and low, “I lied.”
I looked at him confused. “What?”
“I lied when I told you I didn’t speak to you because I was embarrassed when you rejected me. I liked you, and you were right, you did hurt my feelings.” I didn’t know what to say so I replied with a small nod, my palm growing sweaty. He smiled before shaking his head and looking down at his hands that met at the middle of my stomach. “I’m lying again.”
I waited for him to speak, not knowing what to expect or what to do.
“I didn’t just like you,” I waited for him to finish as his eyes drifted anywhere but toward me, “I fell in love with you.”
And I felt my breathing stop as I looked at him questioningly. “What?”
He breathed deeply and repeated himself, more surely this time, “I’ve been in love with you, once upon a time.” He smiled again as he shuffled away from me. I turned around, sitting cross-legged facing him again.
I was silent and so was he for quite some time. He rubbed his eyes and then spoke again.
“It was four years ago. You came over because you and your mom were fighting, remember?” I did. “You wanted an escape so we raided my kitchen cabinets for anything that contained sugar and picked out the movies with the corniest story-lines, ones that would no doubt make you feel better.” I listened to him intently, wanting to drink in every word that came out of his mouth, never wanting to forget the way he said it and the way he looked.
“It was during our second run through 10 Things I hate About You, your favorite. You fell asleep, I don’t know if it was because of the weight your eyes carried from crying, or if you had another nightmare the night before and hadn’t gotten enough sleep. Maybe it was both. I remember looking at you, and I was happy. And I couldn’t figure out if that was creepy or not, y'know watching you sleep while I smiled at you. Out loud it sounds crazy.” I laughed a little, I didn’t think it was creepy. I had spent tons of our sleepovers awake admiring the way he softly slept.
“I debated whether or not to wake you up but then I took into count how torn you looked when you walked into my house, and I didn’t want you to feel like I didn’t want you here. so, I picked you up and carried you to my room, you’d slept in there so many times before I just assumed you wouldn’t mind. You were in my t-shirt and I draped a blanket over you, and when I looked at you I felt something - I didn’t know what it was, but I felt it. How could I not? I felt it like a fucking bus.”
It sounded like he was talking to himself more toward the end. I wrapped the blanket that was around my shoulders tighter around me, wanting him to never stop talking. So, I remained silent.
“I laid down beside you and just looked at you. It was two thirty four in the morning and I had never wanted the ability to stay awake forever, until I saw you and realized I never wanted to stop seeing you. I was afraid that every time I closed my eyes so much as to blink, that I had already missed so much of you. And it was then that I realized how much I loved you.”
I held my breath. He looked like he was zoned out, yet focused - focused on getting his words out and wanting to deliver them properly.
“Goddamn, I loved you. In that moment, I thought that if I could only ever see one thing for the rest of my life, it would be you. I would never have had the urge to complain about anything else ever again had I been given the chance to be able to wake up with you next to me every day. And, I thought about anything bad that had happened in my life, and every possible negative thing that could happen in my life,” he looked at me finally, “and I realized that nothing could ever be bad if I knew that you would be the last thing I saw at night and the first thing I saw in the morning.”
He smiled at me, finding confidence in himself. Relieved, maybe, to finally be able to tell me this.
“Goddamn, I love you.”
“You love me? Present tense?”
I saw the struggle in his face, he seemed hesitant. But, after a moment he took my hand and kissed my knuckles.
“Yes, moon. I love you. Present tense.”
And if he couldn’t hear my heart beating out of my chest before, he could sure as hell hear it now. The smile that spread across his face was confirmation enough. I took his hand, too, and kissed his knuckles as he did mine.
“Well, goddamn, Sun. I love you, too. Present tense.”
It was silent as his hand caressed my cheek. We just looked at each other in silence, seeing a new light in each other.
“I really, really want to kiss you right now… can I?”
“Are you sober?”
"God, I hope so.” I laughed loudly at this, his smile growing as his hand rested still on my cheek.
“You’re just…so, so stupid!” Tears were freely dripping down your face now, and it felt like your body was on fire. Peter had come home, torn up, and at 3 AM, yet again. So you finally had lost it when he asked if you could stitch up his arm some more, since the last stitches had been sliced through from whoever he had been fighting that night. “I get it, you’re fucking Spiderman! But that doesn’t mean you get to leave me alone all the time!” You were simultaneously packing and yelling, all too much happening to even feel real.
Peter was standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom, still in his spider-suit that tony had made him a few years back. His mask was clutched tightly in his right hand as he tried to stop his heart from hurting.“C’mon, I promise this was the last night-”
“How many times have I asked you just to be home for dinner? Maybe you forgot how you said in your vows that you’d always be here for me.” Even talking about your wedding made the words burn in your throat as they came out, and Peter visibly flinched when you brought it up.
He raised his head once more, “Y/n, baby, please…”
“No, it’s done.” After zipping up the bag that was sitting on the bed in front of you, you moved toward the doorway that Peter was blocking. “Get out of my way, Peter.” You sniffled as the tears continued to fall, but he wasn’t budging. Peter dropped his mask, and quickly wrapped his arms around your upper body in a bear hug. This was his attempt at stopping you from going anywhere, and it wasn’t working.
As soon as you were able to wiggle free of his arms, you made a break for the front door and didn’t even bother looking back.
Being Asian-American, and dating Peter would include…
And I’m sorry if this is offensive to you, but I’m basing this off my experiences as an Asian kid
Your mum always put the sewing kits (That they probably got from a hotel room) in those metal biscuit tins
So whenever you were hungry and went into the kitchen for a snack, you always had an endless supply of needles and coloured threads to eat
You also grew up with those oval-shaped rice crackers and the containers that were half filled with chocolate, and half filled with those bread stick thing (Yan Yan?)
Rice was a part of almost every meal you had as a kid
And if it wasn’t rice, it was noodles
Having to go to tuition all the time (Which sucked)
Introducing Peter to your parents was a task you had to do with extreme caution
Because we all know how protective Asian parents are of their kids (And how suspicious and judgemental they are of other people
“Mum, Dad, this is Peter. He’s very smart, gets good grades in school, and has never been suspended in his life.”
“Is he a doctor?”
“Mum, we’re teenagers.”
Everytime you went to stay in a hotel, your parents always took the free soap, shampoo, conditioner, combs, toothbrushes, tissue boxes, slippers, nd anything else that wasn’t drilled to the floor
You had three job options when you were a kid: a doctor, a lawyer, or an accountant
At primary school, most of the kids had sandwiches for lunch. You had your huge, metal thermos
Piercings and tattoos were an absolute no-no
Tiger Balm was the cure for everything
Inviting Peter over to hang out at your place was absolutely forbidden by your parents
Because they believed that you two would ‘do the do’, even though you were just kids
“I don’t trust that Parker kid.”
You learnt at least one instrument as a kid; usually the violin or the piano
“The violin will help you get smarter, Sherlock Holmes played violin, and he’s a genius.”
Pale skin was some sort of obsession for your family
Small eyes. Sometimes its a great thing to have, other times it just sucks
Your parents always thought you were cold for some reason, so going outside with eighteen hundred layers on was a necessity
Your parents were extremely strict with your grades at school
Except if it was for gym or art, they didn’t really care about those subjects
But god help you if you got anything less than an ‘A’ in maths
To your parents, anything you did wrong was because you didn’t study enough
Fell down and scraped your knee? Why didn’t you study, huh? I TOLD YOU TO STUDY
If you wanted to go to a friend’s house for a few hours, your parents had to know that friend’s phone number, their parents’ phone numbers, their siblings’ phone numbers, their grandparents’ phone numbers, and every detail about their life
“Are they fugitives? How do you know they won’t kidnap you?”
It was an even worse situation if you wanted to go to a friend’s house for a sleepover
“No, you cannot go for a sleepover because they will drug you, and then kill you, and hide you in their closet.”
Your parents always ordered warm water at restaurants
Asian dramas. No explanation needed
The only thing your parents bought at the supermarket were the items that were on sale
And, most importantly, you must always keep up the family name
So, I sent this message to Tom Holland, because I wanted to make him smile. I figured id post it in here too because the story is absolutely adoreable and I hope it’ll make some of you smile too.
For years now I’ve been a huge Marvel fan, but Spider-Man has always been my favorite. About two years ago I started working as a lifeguard at a summer camp. At the camp I work at, the staff goes by nicknames or “camp names.” My first day there, I wore a Spider-Man shirt, from them on, I dubbed the name “Spidey.”
At the pool, there just so happened to be Spider-Man dive toys, and eveyday I had one little girl who would swim one over and place him on my umbrella stand. For some reason, most of the kids thought I knew Spider-Man, so I played along and said that “yes, Spider-Man is one of my closest friends.” (My aunt lived in Brooklyn for a while, so it worked.)
Just recently I was at a store and one of the girls that I watched during camp called my name. I spun around just in time to see her run up and throw her arms around me. I vent down to be on her level and she whispers in my ear “Tell Peter that hes amazing and that I won’t tell anyone either one of your real names.” Confused, since she only knows me as Spidey I asked her what she thought my name was. Enthusiastically she goes “Mary Jane of course!” (I have red hair) Before I could get another word out, she whispers “Tell Peter that everyone I know loves him, including me! Spider-Man is my favorite!” Personally, I thought the exchange was really cute and now a bunch of the kids at my camp idolize you and them having someone like you as a hero makes me happy. Thanks for reading a fan’s message and being an amazing role model.