Capital F (Tom Holland x FemReader) Fluff
(( gif not mine ))
(A/n): lmao so I got all these requests at 11:30 pm yesterday, my time. So that is my one and only excuse for not getting them up the day of.
Request: 49. ‘There is only one bed.’ 61. ‘I think we’re lost.’ 98. ‘Forever.’ with Tom Holland if it’s not too much trouble?
49. There is only one bed.
61. I think we’re lost.
Warnings: So like I’m sure there is swearing in here somewhere.
“I think we’re lost”
Tom let out an unmistakable groan of dissatisfaction as (Y/n) mused him with her comments.
Wandering through a dense boreal forest could get anyone mixed up. Tom was, in particular, really susceptible to confusion; whether he cared enough to admit it or not. (Y/n) wasn’t totally innocent either, she was dumb enough to follow him.
“So like, the designated shooting tarmac should be near by. We couldn’t have gone that far.” she mused again, squaring her surroundings. “If it wasn’t so boring, we wouldn’t have gone at all..”
“I know that! I know where we are,” Tom sputtered and did a full three sixty rotation “have a little faith.”
(Y/n)’s gaze slipped to her shoes, an acorn touching the head of her sneaker. She bent forward and swiped it into her hand, chucking it at the brunette brit.
It hit him in the ear.
“What the bloody was that for?” he laughed.
“It was for I don’t know if you are listening to yourself, but you sound nuts, Tom.” (Y/n) snickered.
Tom threw the acorn right back and it hit the tree directly behind the girl. Tom laughed again.
“I saw that tree six minutes ago, he told me his name was Oxford.” he breathed.
(Y/n) turned to view the tree but was instead drew attention to a shiny trailer hiding in the background “Bullshit.” she sighed.
“No, that’s really what he told me.” Tom insisted.
“Not that,” the (h/c) haired girl chuckled “That’s Seb’s trailer. You didn’t get us lost after all.”
She began to hike up to the large filming setup.
“I didn’t lose us, I’m British! I know things!” Tom called, chasing after (Y/n).
“So you didn’t sneak off to have sex?” Anthony asked.
“Not this time.” Tom joked, and winked back at him.
(Y/n) slapped both of their arms, and snatched Tom’s wrist.
“I hate you. We have a scene to shoot, you twit.” she demanded, gearing away from Anthony.
“For how long will you hate me this time?” Tom drawled, his accent wrapping around his words soundly. He began to snicker at her abstract cuteness.
“Oo, no longer than last time.” he confirmed, throwing his head back as he let himself be pulled along the grass. He was able to see Anthony again.
He mouthed “get some” to Tom.
(Y/n) retaliated with a yell of “Close your mouth, you flightless bastard.”
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“I’m..” (Y/n) sighed and rolled her neck, pawing at Tom’s hand “…really tired.”
“I second that.” Tommy huffed, lacing together their different sized hands.
It was only midday and the pair of bestfriend’s have already filmed thirty nine different scenes. Now, they didn’t have to film for another two and a half hours.
“Let’s nap in my trailer, love?” Tom suggested. The girl shrugged in return, followed by a quaint nod of her head.
As they led themselves to Tom’s personal trailer, it became apparent to (Y/n) that it was built for one person.
“Tommy,” she began when they stepped into the confinement of smaller living space “there is only one bed…” and she let her voice wander off.
Tom untied their hands and instead pulled his arms around (Y/n) shoulders. He pushed them both forward, waddling to the bed.
“You hate me anyway, remember? So don’t make it awkward.” he mused.
The girl let loose a brisk laugh “I don’t hate you.” she confirmed.
Tom spun them both and tumbled to the bed’s cushion surface.
“I could probably sleep on the couch, Tommy.” (Y/n) mused.
“Now that is the dumbest thing I’ve heard all day- and I talked with Robert.” Tom scoffed. He placed his chin upon (Y/n)’s head and tightened his arms around her shoulders.
“What if I mayb–”
“That’s not gunna’ work.” Tom mumbled.
“You’re so warm, and I like it too much.”
(A/N): wowowow I did it. This is cute as shit, gosh darn. I impress myself.