how are you even real tom

Stupid Things We Don’t Talk About Enough

- Tom hasn’t ever had an onscreen kiss. 

- it’s super rare to have a friendship like Tom and Harrison’s. (And even more so with the life they have to live)

- the nerdist podcast

- Harrison’s hair. (It curls and looks soft even when he loads it with hair gel. It’s magical)

- Tom plays multiple instruments (guitar, Uke, piano) 

- Jacob plays multiple instruments well 

- Tom and Harrison are 21 and don’t seem to have any serious mental health issues. (Do you know how frikin rare that is?)

- that video where Tom wakes Harrison up when he hit 1M. (Harrison was happy for him even though he just got jumped on. I woulda hit someone for that no matter what the reason)

- Harry went to BRITschool too? (I think? I actually can’t find anything that confirms that. There is a short film the BRITschool channel uploaded that he has the smallest cameo in though- like he doesn’t show his face)

- Harry keeps wearing ball caps like Ron Howard and it’s real squish

- Paddy’s name is Patrick.

- Monty is cuter than Tessa

- Harrison hasn’t had peanut butter

- Tom’s (possible) Spotify

- The fact that Tom’s voice raises a pitch when he smiles as he talks.  

- Tom’s love of Ed Sheeran (just cause that makes me happy) 

- The fact that Harrison has tumblr (and all the boys share stuff between each other when its funny or amusing to them.)

Twisted Truth or Dare

Originally posted by tomshollandss

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Reader, Tom and Harrison have play dirty truth or dare 

Warning: Swearing, Sexual flirtation/actions

Word Count: 2,300

A/N: Hope you enjoy this babes.. btw I posted on my Twitter that my rest days will be Monday’s & Thursday! Also 100 more followers till I reach 2,000! 

Inspired by Naughty Girl by Queen B & Tequila :,)


[Reader’s POV]


    “Tom what’s the plan for tonight?” you ask curling your hair in the master bathroom mirror. Looking to the side to see he wasn’t even on the bed anymore. Setting the curler down on the marble counter you stand up. Ruffling the curls for a lil bit to lose them up a bit.


Where is he?


    Your phone dings making you look over at it. Seeing a snapchat notification flash across the screen. Sliding the bar to the left unlocking your phone with Touch ID. The app opens up to show a notification from Tom. Clicking it to see he was recording himself in the living room downstairs. 


    Walking out of your bathroom dressed in one of Tom’s t-shirts and some nike spanx . You were planning to go out but once you got done curling your hair you decided to just spend time with Tom. He was getting ready to take off for Chaos Walking.  He had to cut his hair and you were adjusting to see his hair shorter. 


    Heading out of the room towards the stairs,feet padding against the wood flooring. Taking each step careful cause you tend to slip every so often on the stairs. It was hard being clumsy. Hearing Tom’s voice coming from the living room, followed by laughter.


    Walking down the hallway that leads to your destination. You look at the pictures of you and Tom hung on the wall. A smile coming to your face as you look at the memories. Your hand touches the picture of Tom from when he had his curls. You did miss them but it’s hair and it will grow back.


    Turning you continue to walk to the living room. Harrison’s body comes into view as he holds a bottle of your cucumber and jalepeno vodka you recently bought. Tom gets up once he sees you enter the room, a huge smile on his face. He stumbles over to you pulling you in a hug. A gasp leaves your lips as his hands grip your ass.


“Tom!” you squeak out earning a chuckle from him. Looking up to see his cheeks pink and a silly grin on his face. 


He’s tipsy and soon to be drunk if they keep it at this rate.


“Darling c’mon and drink with me and Hazeroonie” Tom’s lips press against your forehead. He fills another bringing it over to you.


“C’mon drink up, lets play a game shall we?” a grin tugging at his lips as he takes a sip from the cup. His eyes widen making you laugh at his reaction.


“Jesus Tom, what kind of stuff does she drink?” he coughs looking between you and the cup. You quickly down the cup that was handed to you. Sticking out your tongue in a playful manner.


“I like things spicy and I love alcohol, so shut your trap and drink.. If not I’ll drink it cause that stuff isn’t cheap” getting out of Tom’s arms you make your way towards the vodka bottle. Picking it up I pour more into my cup than what he gave me the last time.


“She’s introduced me to more alcohols since we started drinking and do drinking games when we watch our shows” I raise my cup in agreeance at the many memories drinking with Tom.


“I sound like an alcoholic” I laugh out feeling a buzz coming along. The alcohol making its way through my system. There was something you loved about the feeling.


“What were you thinking of playing Haz?” Tom looks in his direction tilting his head to the side like a puppy would.


“How bout..we play Truth or Dare.. if you back out the dare you have to take a shot and if you don’t want to say the Truth question someone asks you.. You take a shot” He grins looking between you and Tom. Raising your cup agreeing but suddenly regretting seeing Tom and Harrison’s grins turn mischievous.


Fuck.


-


“Okay now that she’s on the same level as us, let’s begin” Harrison smiles sitting down on the carpeted floor.Tom pulls you next to him holding onto you,he’s so affectionate when he drinks. He presses a kiss against your cheek making you smile.


“Darlingg why don’t you go first” Tom says rubbing your hand with his thumb.


“Hmmm.. Truth or Dare Harrison?” you ask quirking up and eyebrow.


Truth


“…Have you ever had a sexual dream about me?” You could feel Tom’s hand gripping yours tighter. Harrison coughs from his drink, eyes widening from your question.


“You know this game is going to last a while.. do you want to take a shot or tell the truth?” the smirk on your face prominent. Harrison shifts nervously before making eye contact with you.


“I’ve had sexual dreams and thoughts about you” He says flinching because of Tom’s reaction. Tom was tense next to you making you look up at him.


“Seriously mate?” Tom lets go of you picking up his drink and a bottle of vodka.


“I’m trying to survive this game!” Harrison defends raising his hands up.


“Alright Tom, Truth or Dare?” Harrison asks looking over at his best mate.


“Since I’m not a pussy like you, Dare” Tom had confidence radiating off of him. Boi that’s about to be shut down real quick.


“Keep your hand on her inner thigh till your next turn but move it closer with each turn” Tom jokes how that wasn’t even a bad dare. It was definitely bad for you because alcohol and Tom touching you was your weak point. You bite your lip as Tom’s hand instantly places itself on your inner thigh. Sending a glare to a smirking Harrison, bastard.


   The questions get more intense when some of you dodge em by drinking. You were drunk now and now things could change here. Tom’s hand traveled closer and closer making your thoughts get dirty. Tessa laid down in the center of the circle, so innocent to what’s happening around her.


   Swearing went on when we Harrison dared me to strip in front of them on the stripper pole upstairs and do a dance on the pole.. Tom was upset cause you stripped down to your thong and bra. He shows his jealousy more when he gets intoxicated. Thankfully you did your makeup that night so you could look somewhat decent.


“Truth or Dare”


Truth” you hiccup out looking up at Harrison. Tom was currently in your clothes now and wearing your short Nike spanx. He looked so funny in them you couldn’t help but giggle when you looked over at him.


“How do you really feel about Tom’s hair?” Flinching from the look at the shot glass. You ran out of your vodka and were drinking Tom’s and the kind he has made you gag. It was too strong for you and you didn’t want a shot of it.


“I’m sorry baby, I like it and don’t like it.. I miss your curls especially grabbing onto them when you go down on me” you pout thinking of the last time he went down on you. Harrisons laughter fills the air at your confession.


“It’s just for this movie and I promise I’ll grow it back for you to grab onto it” Tom smiles pulling you over to him. You were in his shirt and sweatpants since the two of you swapped clothes. He puts you in his lap holding onto you.


“Darling, Truth or Dare?” Tom asks pressing kisses on your face making your eyes flutter open. Smiling up at him and poking his nose with your finger. Your action makes Tom laugh at your drunk behavior.


Dare Thomas” you slur with a smile on your face.


“Switch clothes with me and give me a lapdance while Harrison records” eyes widening at the dare he just told you. Harrison had to record?


“Why do I have to record?” Harrison groans falling onto his back letting out a long groan. He sounded like Tina from Bobs Burgers.


“That’s what you get for trying to get her to make out with you and the other time for daring her to strip on the stripper pole in the game room” Tom glares over at his groaning friend. He reaches over throwing a pillow hitting Harrison right in the crotch. Harrison lurches forward grabbing his crotch, face twisted in pain.


“Fuck, okay you twat I’ll do it” Harrison catches Tom’s phone that he tossed over to him. The two of you head towards the bathroom to change. Closing the door behind you and Tom. His back to you, looking down you see his ass hanging out. He probably has a better ass than you.


“Baby your ass was hanging out” you giggle poking his ass making him turn around.


“Bootylicious” He laughs striking a pose, he is such a goof.


   The two of you swapped clothes,now looking normal. He backs you up against the door making your breath hitch in your throat. Feeling his lips kiss your neck made you moan lightly. Tom’s lips travel up right below your ear. You could feel your heartbeat pounding harder.


“Put on a good show for me love” He whispers near your ear before exiting the bathroom. Standing in the bathroom flustered and drunk, not a fun mix.


   Composing yourself of your nerves that boiled up inside you. Pushing them away you look at your blurred self in the mirror. Fixing your hair a bit and making sure your makeup looked decent. Sighing in content you exit the bathroom. 

    Walking through the hall and seeing Tom sitting in the middle of the couch. The couch had enough space for Harrison to walk behind it if he wanted a different shot. Tom was chatting with Harrison that was adjusting the lights in the room. You guessed correctly cause he adjusted the lights behind the couch as well.


“Seriously you’re fixing the lights?” you laugh walking over to the JBL speaker Tom has. Turning on your bluetooth to sync up to it. Once it beeps you start scrolling through your songs.


“If I’m recording I’m doing it my way” Harrison defends with a chuckle. You could feel Tom’s stare burning into you.


“Plus this will give me something to watch when I’m away Angel” Tom’s nickname for you making a smile appear on your lips. He had many names for you but Darling and Angel were your favorites.


   Rolling your eyes at his comment. You knew he had to get off to something while he was away. You rather it be you than some other girl. Focusing back on your task of finding a song you head to your recently played songs. Your eyes landing on one of your favorites. 


    Bringing the speaker where Harrison was standing with Tom’s phone. Setting the speaker down and walking over to Tom holding your phone. Harrison gives you a thumbs up to start the music.The song starts playing loudly on the speaker.Tossing your phone to the side so it lands on the couch.


“Come to Daddy Angel” Tom grins patting his lap. Your cheeks tint a shade of pink from what he just said.


   Walking over to him hands lifting your shirt off letting it fall to the floor behind you. Swaying your hips as you slowly slide your shorts off. Tom’s eyes watching every movement that your body is making. His tongue flicks out and his lips press in a firm line, eyes slowly going down your body and back up. Sitting on his lap straddling him you start grinding against him slowly.


   Your fingers sliding down his chest ,feeling his abs through the shirt. A moan comes from Tom as your hips add more pressure to his growing erection. Biting your lip from the feeling of him underneath you. His head tilts back when he sees you biting your lip,he loved that.


   Tom’s hands grabbed onto your ass when you start kissing his neck. You could feel yourself getting damp from how aroused you were. His hand comes down slapping your ass hard. A moan escapes your lips from the contact. Tom groans as you go back to kissing and sucking on his neck.


“H-Harrison, you can end it ma- oh god yeah end the vi-video and maybe stay downstairs?” He lifts you up off the couch carrying you towards the stairs. He hisses when you bite the skin right at the base of his neck. Hearing the recording end and Harrison groan.


“You did that dare so you could get your dick wet didn’t you” Harrison’s tone full of annoyance. Tom stops looking over at Harrison. You press kisses to Tom’s jaw as he held you up. 


“Dude I’ve been gone for almost a month.. Of c-oh christ we’re going now” Tom not being able talk casually anymore. You tug what hair you could whining from the lack of affection he was giving you. 


    He sets you down so the two of you could go up the stairs. The two of you make your way upstairs towards the bedroom. Harrison picked up his backpack that was by the stairs.Tugging Tom along as he stumble a bit, a cheeky grin on his face.


“Tom please..” you beg when Tom turns around to look at Harrison about to leave. Kneeling on the stairs you bend down trying to get his attention. Giggling as you wiggle your ass his way looking back at him. Harrison’s eyes widen turning away from looking at you causing Tom to jump in shock. 


“Angel stop that! Not while he’s around!” Tom slaps your ass making you laugh and Tom smirk.


“I hate the both of you! I’m leaving!! LAST TIME I SUGGEST A DRINKING GAME!” Harrison shouts before slamming the door behind him. Leaving the house where the two of you had a lot of catching up to do.

A friend and I are making a notebook of weird/random things we hear around school. Here’s a few of my faves so far;

- “if I throw a thot down the main stairwell, how much force is being implied each time her ass bounces on a stair?”

- “is this you on your medicine?”
“Yes”
“I think you may need a higher dose…”

- “I’m gonna marry some old dude, finesse him for his money, and wait until he dies”

- “what if someone went out there (at the car rider loop) and started shooting tires off cars?”
“Oh, I’d be laughing. Pop pop pop”

- “ “I am more sexually attracted to forearms than I am sexual organs”
“So you would fuck her forearm?”
“Most definitely”

- “this isn’t black enough to match my burning, bleeding soul”

- “what if the real eclipse was happening today?”
“This is the real eclipse?”
“That’s just what they want you to think…”

- “how many Doritos do you have in your bag?!”
“That’s none of your damn business”

- “I’m sexually attracted to pink socks”

- “shredded cheese is just a plot by the government to steal our women”

- “if Tom Brady can make a touchdown, then I can be a fucking princess, Patricia”

- “PATRICA, DON’T TAKE MY FUCKING SALAD, I HAVE TO WATCH MY CARBS SO I DON’T GET FUCKING FAT LIKE YOUR SISTER!!!!”

- *gets 64 on major test* “D is for diploma”

- “what are you doing tonight?”
“Erectifying my skin”
“Is that even a word?”
“I don’t know!!”

- (about a retired principal) “why is she still ALIVE???”

- “I have a lot of things that are going wrong”

- “my parental family sold me to an orphanage for three gummy bears, and you think your life is bad?”

- “I’m asking my stepmom to seND ME A PICTURE OF MY DAD’S ASHES”

- *random gibberish* “that’s how you see me??”

anonymous asked:

can you stop acting like it would be so bad to ship deadpool with a young spiderman, it may be creepy to you but deadpool is a bad guy so it isn’t exactly out of character lol

ugh oh my god i’m so sick of people thinking it’s okay to attach all these awful morals to deadpool’s character, claiming “he’s just a bad guy so he would probably do this lmao” when it’s obvious you know Nothing about wade wilson. yes, it is wrong to ship a teenage spider-man with deadpool. not just because it’s creepy, but because it explicitly goes against deadpool’s character. did you know that deadpool once fell in love with a teenage girl? he felt genuine love for her!! and when he realized that, he cut off all ties. why? because he knew that it was wrong and selfish to be with someone so young, even if his feelings were very real. so no, it isn’t something he would “probably do” it’s something he would definitely not do. let me put it like this: if deadpool fell in love with tom holland’s spidey (or even andrew’s spidey for that matter), once he found out spidey was a teenager he would turn in the other direction and never look back, no matter how real and deep his love for spidey was.

and i would also like to speak now to the people out there who actually do read the comics and still hate spideypool and claim “it’s abusive and pedophiliac” because shut the fuck up. if you don’t like spideypool then fine, okay. but comic spideypool is not abusive and it isn’t AT ALL pedophiliac. in their current comic incarnations, the age difference between peter and wade cannot be more than just a few years because peter parker is nearing 30. he is very much an adult, and it has been shown that wade isn’t much older than him now. this isn’t a gross issue of “hey spidey’s 18 so it’s all good, let’s ship him with this random old dude!!” like no, these characters comic incarnations are both comfortably adults and they actually do have a solid relationship between each other rather than being borderline strangers. as for abuse, peter and wade’s relationship started out rocky. he hates that wade kills people for a living as this clashes with peter’s vow to never kill people even if they’re bad, this has always been their main issue. but wade would never knowingly hurt peter. yes he has been manipulated into hurting peter before – most notably when he was tricked into killing peter, but when wade realized that he was tricked he deadass traveled into the afterlife to save peter and bring him back.

deadpool adores spider-man, and is always trying to do right by him and gain his trust and friendship. spidey is his hero and he wants to be like him, he wants to learn from him. he thinks spider-man is the most honorable hero out there. recently in a comic spidey, in a fit of frustration and rage, said he was going to give in and kill mutual villain and wade refused to let him so that peter wouldn’t betray his own morals. there has been another instance where deadpool dressed in peter’s spider-man outfit to finish a job for peter, and he Refused to kill anybody while in the suit so that murder would never be tied to the mantle of spider-man. so no wade isn’t abusive to spidey. is he annoying? hell yeah. does he make mistakes sometimes? fuck to the ya. but is he abusive?? no!! if anything some could argue that peter is sometimes verbally abusive to wade (he has bullied wade for his scars, his past, and his mental health, but peter has acknowledged this as toxic and wrong and he is working to change this behavior). so stop trying to put these awful labels on deadpool just because you don’t necessarily ship spideypool, or because you wanna prop up your own ship by trying to defame another (i’m looking at some of the petermj shippers out there)

i’m NOT saying that deadpool doesn’t have flaws – he’s a fucking mercenary, of course he has flaws. but he is Not a monster, and he isn’t even truly a bad person. he ultimately has good morals, he just stays true to those morals in violent ways. he HATES pedophiles, he HATES abusers, he LOVES killing these people – like seriously he’s been known to take mercenary jobs for free to kill these kinds of people, because he just wants them off the street. not the most conventional way of dealing with it, but like i said deadpool is still a merc. honestly it is so gross that so many of you guys just casually label any disgusting characteristic on him just because you think that he’s “just a bad guy” when he is one of the most fleshed out and surprisingly good characters in the marvel universe, so maybe actually learn who wade wilson is before you act like you know anything about him, and maybe learn about spideypool before you say anything about it.

The Painting

Hi babes!💘 this is a smutty oneshot about the reader ignoring Tom when she gets an idea for a new painting, and Tom only wanting to gain her attention more! A small argument and sexy time ensues! I hope that you guys like it!👼🏻

The Painting

When Tom had come home, he’d found her with her hair tossed messily into a bun, stains of color smeared across her skin, and standing in front of a rather large canvas dressed in an imbrued art smock. The smock in which his girlfriend sported was backless, and Tom was delighted to find that she was wearing nothing but a pair of sheer, pink panties and bobby socks beneath it. He not only had a clear view of her legs, but her bum as well, and there was absolutely no way Tom thought that he would be complaining about anything when she was in such a state, but, there he was, complaining.
“Baby,” Tom whined, flopping into the nearest chair to her, “pay attention to me. I’ve spent my entire day missing you and now you’re barely even speaking to me.”
She sighed, scrunching up her nose and pursing her lips, scrutinizing the piece of art in front of her. Crossing the room to mix together a concoction of red, pink, silver and white paint to create the perfect rosy tint, she answered Tom. “You know that I’m not trying to ignore you, I love you. It’s just that I think I may finally be breaking through the weird mental block I’ve had for a while.”
Tom nodded, understanding that she supported his artistic expressions, so he would have to buck up and support hers. It wasn’t as if he was unhappy with her painting, in fact, he was the exact opposite. He was thrilled to see her final product, and he loved seeing the spark of imagination light up her eyes, but as Tom said before, he missed her so much. Their time together had always been limited and he was jealous that her painting was receiving more attention than he was, considering that she could spend a million and one hours with her painting at her leisure, but she had maybe 90 something hours with him .
She plopped down into Tom’s lap and kissed him on the cheek, “you can mix the paints if you wanna.”
Tom held the spatula that his girlfriend had handed over to him, and did his best to focus on following her directions, while defying the feeling of his girlfriend in basically squirming around on his lap while she glided her soft, warm lips up and down the base of his throat in between her orders.
“Can I see what you’ve done so far?” Tom asked, curious as to what she was even painting.
Her kisses paused briefly, and then started up again between the words she said, “No! You can only see once I’m finished. I want it to be a surprise.”
Tom groaned, “is this good?” he motioned the colors he’d mixed. When she nodded, she made sure to turn her head to press a heavy, hot kiss to Tom’s lips before she hopped off of him. Sliding a hand down his face, Tom got up to leave the room. If he’d stayed there any longer, the images of her bending over in next to nothing would make him too hard to bare, so he decided that while she painted, he would busy himself with whatever nonsense that he came into contact with.
It had been a day and a half since her art project began, and since then, Tom had learned how assemble both a dresser and a cabinet, fixed every leaky faucet and broken appliance in her apartment, and had perfected a few random recipes he’d stumbled across on the internet. He was going out of his mind.
As time went on, she became even more and more appetizing to him. She was passionate and focused and Tom was, at that point, hard. No matter how many hot showers, cold showers, or even baths he’d taken, it wasn’t enough for him. Tom felt that if he didn’t have the real her soon, he’d burst into flames or melt into a puddle of sticky goo that would stain her carpet.
A few hours later, he heard the pitter patter of her socked feet rushing to meet him in the bedroom. Laying across her bed, Tom rolled over onto his side and peered at her smiling face when she entered the room.
“Tom, I need you.” She said, a blissful expression warming her features.
He quirked a brow at her, “oh yeah? What for, my darling, little love?” He looked her up and down, taking in the paint soils splashed all over her body, the exposed skin of her legs, her lack of bra, and hoped her response would indicate that she needed him to take her.
She rushed forward and knelt down by his bedside, taking his hand in hers, “help me with the painting, I’m just about finished.” She kissed his knuckles and laid her head onto her mattress.
“I thought that I wasn’t allowed to see it until it was all done?” Tom said confusedly.
“I know what I said, but I’ve changed my mind. The painting needs your special touch!” As she got up off the floor, still holding his hand, Tom could think of more than a few things that could use his special touch.
When she finally brought him to a stop in front of her painting, Tom understood why she hasn’t allowed him near it. He could tell that the figures trapped within her canvas were lovers, even though they appeared to be more similar to florets than people. All the colors were soft and romantic, and he could see that she had added a tinge of shimmer to particular images, so the painting looked mystical and otherworldly. Truth be told, if he’d gotten anywhere close to it earlier in the day, he would’ve messed it up.
“Darling,” Tom breathed out, desperately trying to figure out how to express the level of his admiration to her, “I just don’t know how you manage to be so fucking magical all the time. It’s beautiful, I love it, but I’m afraid that me just standing this close to it will ruin it. Unless you need me to lift it, I don’t know how to help you.” Tom bent down and kissed her gently on the forehead, moving to tuck some of her untamed fringe back behind her ear, where he couldn’t help himself but press a kiss to her earlobe as well.
Tugging his mouth back down onto hers, she mumbled in between long kisses, “help me just fill in a few spots, then it’s yours. I read somewhere that if someone helps you complete a task, the task, or in this case, the painting, will make that person think of you.” She broke away from Tom for a brief moment, and Tom heard her airly whisper into the crook of his neck, “I wanna make you think of me.”
Tom’s eyes opened and he guided her body away from his, “what are you talking about?” He was so genuinely puzzled that his confusion took the place of his desire to have her until the sun came up. “I always think of you. Literally, always. Ask anyone I work with, I never shut up about you.”
“Okay,” she said, disbelief laced firmly into her tone. Grabbing a paintbrush, she leaned into Tom to kiss him again.
“No, no, baby. Honestly, do you not believe me?” Tom was growing so perplexed that he was starting to get angry. “I love you, do I not tell you enough or something?” He knew that he was being abrasive and slightly over sensitive, but he didn’t know why she was playing as if Tom didn’t care for her.
Groaning, she walked out of Tom’s reach and back to where she stored her varying paints. “Tom, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“Uhm, nope. I’m going to worry about this because I’m pretty sure that this is something most couples in a healthy relationship would speak about.” Tom said, moving to stand in front of her.
“Let’s not do this,” she said, pushing her art smock’s strap back up to it’s proper place on her shoulder.
“No, no, let’s!” Tom declared.
“Tom, no! There is literally no point to this argument, if you don’t want to help, it’s cool.” She stood onto her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to the corner of Tom’s unprepared lips. “See? It’s all good,” she said, going around Tom and back to her mostly filled in canvas.
“Please, can you just talk to me, darling?” Tom wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her body to him as tightly as he could without crushing her. “I love you and what’s important to you is what’s important to me. So please, please clue me in.”
The girl didn’t even need to turn around to feel his puppy dog eyes burning a hole into her back. “Fine,” she said shortly, “when ‘Homecoming’ drops, you’re going to be huge, bigger than you already are. Like you’ve said before, life is going to change and nobody can say for sure what will and will not change, only that there will be changes, and if life makes you go away, at least you’ll have this painting. At least I’ll be remembered as the girl who painted you the weirdly rosy painting.”
Tom was so stunned that he couldn’t think of one appropriate thing to say. “Are you serious? Sounds like you’re pretty sure you know what’s going to happen with us, huh, smart girl?” He knew that getting mad wasn’t going to help the situation, but his feelings were hurt that she thought he’d drop her just like that.
Removing his hands from her body, Tom turned, “fuck it, that is so irritating. I am not leaving you, and unless you plan on ditching me, I think that we’re going to be together for more than a long while, darling.” He sneered, pacing back and forth across the limited space her living room provided. “This is ridiculous, you’re so intelligent, so why you’ve gotten that into your head, I have no idea. I’ve made sure to factor you into nearly all aspects of literally everything I do, now why do you think that is?”
She knew that she was being dumb, but she couldn’t help it. She was so paranoid that Tom would be out one day and he would come across someone shiny and new, and then he’d realize that being with her was not what he wanted anymore. When she started her painting, her only goal had been to give Tom something that would leave an imprint of her in his mind, so that no matter what happened with them in the future, she would still be apart of him.
Her eyes grew glassy and tears threatened to boil over her waterline and smudge her mascara. She was mad at herself for being so insecure, and for possibly ruining her relationship with the one thing she’d meant to sort of bandage over her issues, and she couldn’t come up with a statement to justify herself to Tom.
Tom looked over to her figure, standing in front of the pink canvas, frilled bobby socks and lacy blue panties in all. Even though he was both pissed off and taken aback by her behavior, Tom couldn’t deny the urge to just slam himself into and make her understand she was the only person on the planet for him. Muttering, “oh, for fucks sake,” Tom marched purposefully over to her and smashed his lips roughly down onto hers.
Yanking her hair out of it’s rubber confinement, he broke away from her to watch it tumble down in waves to frame her face. Forcing her to look into his eyes by pressing a finger beneath her chin, Tom practically growled, “I am not going anywhere without you in my life. It’s like they say on that one soap opera that never seems to end, you’re my person. Couldn’t leave you to save my life, I’d come back to you forever.” He looked into her eyes, trying to find better words to make her understand that he was completely and utterly dead serious. “Get it?”
Her lips were puffy and her skin was still soft, despite being nearly every color of the rainbow and Tom was going to rip that smock off her body if it was the last thing he did. He could tell that she was humiliated that she let her paranoia get the best of her, and Tom, for a brief thought thought that she deserved it for thinking so lowly of their relationship. He only stopped once he took into account that if the roles were reversed, he’d be a snivelling mess of a human being because she was an angel among humans. He didn’t deserve her, but then again, surely no one else did either.
Tom’s grip on her calmed and he lovingly pried the paintbrush out of her hand and shuffled her around in his arms so that she too faced her masterpiece. “We’re going to paint this together,” Tom said, as his hands began softly untying the knot of her smock. “I’m going to continue thinking of you always and forever, even though you’re still going to be my girl and I’ll still be undeniably yours. Got it?”
Her eyes fell shut and she gasped when she felt Tom’s mouth press adoringly wet kisses to her exposed shoulders. She arched her back as one of Tom’s hands moved to the front of her body to knead her breasts. Blinking her eyes open, she saw that Tom’s other hand was still clutching the paintbrush and that he was currently dipping its tip into a circle of paint. “Answer me,” Tom ordered, sinking his teeth into her skin.
“Got it, got it, got it,” she rambled out dreamily. “Gonna be your girl forever.”
Maneuvering her slightly so that his view of the canvas would be clearer, Tom began to paint the little empty spaces she’d left for him with long brushstrokes. “That’s right sweetheart, my girl forever.” Switching hands, Tom held her to him with the hand that was also holding the paintbrush, and yanked the closest chair in arm’s reach over to where they stood. Sitting down, Tom guided her around to face him before pulling her onto his lap.
Her cheeks were rosy from a mix of blush and paint and her lips were parted and her chest was heaving. Her gaze flicked up and down Tom’s body so obviously that he had to smirk. Forcing her closer, Tom brought his hips closer to hers and watched as she subconsciously leaned into him, bracing her hands on his chest.
She shuffled a bit further onto his lap, so that she was aligned perfectly with the bulge in his jeans. Letting out a gasp, her hips bucked against him and she bit down on her lip to prevent another louder gasp from escaping.
Tom’s arms constricted themselves around her, one went around her waist and the other tangled itself into her hair. “I think the painting is finished.”
Not even turning to look, she nodded, breathing out a response so faint that Tom couldn’t even make it out. She slid a hand under Tom’s shirt to trace over the lines of defined muscle on his stomach. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I don’t know why my head makes me think things like that.”
Tom kissed her tenderly on both cheeks before placing an even softer kiss to her mouth, “it’s alright, darling. I don’t know why I got so mad before. I honestly don’t know how my head would make me think if our roles were reversed.”
“I’ll love you forever,” she said, rolling her hips onto Tom’s lap.
“I’ll love you for some time after that,” Tom chuckled, his hips beginning to meet hers. “But don’t take my word for it,” Tom began to litter kisses up and down her throat while he reached up to untie her smock, “let me show you how fucking much I love you.”
“Okay,” she said, her lips covering Tom’s as his hands tore the art smock from her body. Their hips collided as their clothes became one with her floor, and the rosy painting in front of them was to be hung and framed in the apartment that they came to share.

Can I Be Her || Tom Holland Oneshot (Alternate Ending)

Request: Anonymous asked: Can I please get an imagine where the reader is best friends with Tom and Harrison but loves Tom. The reader is witnessing Tom fall in love with Zendaya and tries to forget about Tom but can’t. In the end, Tom ends up having a serious relationship with Zendaya and Tom and the reader fall apart. You can decide the end but I want it to be a sad ending. I’m sorry if it’s complicated or just plain stupid. Thank you.

Warnings: Sad, happy ending!

Word Count: 1,655

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Enjoy! Only difference is the ending lol. This is not part two by the way!

~Masterlist~

You didn’t think this would happen. You were falling for Tom, hard. At first you thought nothing of it, but once you got to know him, the real him, you were in a trance. You developed a love for Tom, it was completely indescribable. You never told anyone, not even Harrison, knowing he’d never keep his mouth shut. He’d spill everything to Tom, and you couldn’t bare let your affection for him to get in the way of your friendship.

Tom was special. He was charming, kind, confident. He had lots of good qualities and a great personality. Who wouldn’t fall for him. Tom also seemed to be paired with Zendaya a lot lately. In magazines and articles, reporter kept saying how they were a thing. Those two hit it off from the very start. They created a very close friendship. You felt a little jealous because you felt that she had more to offer to Tom. And you happened to consider yourself a decent person, but it would never be enough for Tom. But you reminded yourself that you had nothing to worry about or so you thought.

“Hey Y/N Zendaya invited us to her house would you like to join us?” You looked up to meet his brown eyes. He was showing the most heartwarming smile.

“Um…Sure who’s all going to be there?” You slowly stood up from his couch.

“Everyone! Jacob, Harrison, Laura, the whole gang” He smiled brightly at you.

“Great. Let’s go then” You gestured to the door.

“Ladies first” You teased.

He playfully rolled his eyes but walked ahead of you.

The ride to her house was a comfortable silence, but felt as though someone should have spoken up first.

“We’re here” Tom unbuckled his seat belt and didn’t bother to wait for you, already practically in the enormous house. Another thing you couldn’t show off.

You knocked on her front door. Unlike Tom who just burst in, you knocked like the well mannered girl your parents raised you to be. Not a second later the door swung open to reveal a happy Zendaya.

“Y/N the door was open silly. Come on in!” She chuckled softly.

You walked in and were greeted by everyone. A few “Hey’s” and “Where were yous” were thrown your way.

“Oh I was…outside” You pointed your thumb behind you.

“Doing what?” Jacob spoke up.

“Getting left behind” You mumbled. Thankfully no one heard you.

“What was that?” Harrison looked confused.

“Uh nothing. So what’re we doing?” You clasped your hands together.

“We could swim in the pool out back” Zendaya suggested.

“Yeah!”

I’m down”

“Let’s go”

“I’m in”

“I’d love to but I’m not in the proper swim-wear” You gestured to your jeans and t-shirt.

“I think I may have something for you to wear Y/N, come on” Zendaya grabbed your hand and dragged you to her bedroom.

You saw her rummaged threw her stuff.

“Ah ha. Here you go. The bathrooms down the hall to your left” She smiled at you sweetly.

Why did she have to be so nice. It was seriously impossible to hate her. There wasn’t anything bad you could say about her.

You quickly changed into the bikini top and bottoms. You gazed at your reflection picking out all your flaws. The bikini didn’t do you as justice like it did on Zendaya. Whereas she was skinny and tall, you were curvy, not that it was a bad thing, but always had a problem with your image. You couldn’t compete with her.

By the time you arrived outside everyone was doing their own thing. Tom and the boys were playing a game with a football, while Zendaya and Laura were tanning on chairs. You found yourself deep in thought thinking how did you fit in with these people. They were well-known and popular in life whereas the guy at Starbucks couldn’t even get your name correct. How did you managed to get yourself involved with them.

As months went by you slowly started seeing a change in Tom. He was always hanging out with Zendaya more often than usual, practically blowing off your hangouts to spend time with her. You were losing him, and fast. Your chance of ever being with him was starting to become a long-shot, and if you didn’t make a move he would be a goner. He’d be with Zendaya.

“Harrison I don’t think this is such a good idea” You protested. You finally gave in and told Harrison about your feelings for Tom. Since he was his best friend, Harrison suggested that you’d just tell Tom how you felt, that way you could see if he felt the same way.

“No don’t do that. You’re not backing out of this now” He shook his head.

“But what if he doesn’t like me” You stared at your feet.

“Your his best friend, you two have a wonder friendship, there’s no way he could reject you” He placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Okay” You sighed.

“You got this” He gave a slight push to his trailer.

“I got this” You recited back to yourself until you reached his door.

You mentally prepared yourself for better or for worse. You knocked slightly on his door but got no response. Strange he just finished shooting today. You thought. You tried again but got no answer. You opted for option two. You tried opening his door. It opened immediately granting you access inside his trailer. You cautiously stepped in looking around and not finding him anywhere. You checked the last place you knew for sure that you’d find him. You walked up to his bedroom and heard music coming from the room. You grew curiously and turned the knob, which you now regret doing so.

You gaped at the sight of Tom and Zendaya in a full out make out session. You gasped which finally got both of their attention. Tom noticed you first and his eyes bulged out widely from their sockets. He pulled away from Zendaya.

“Y-Y/N?!”

“I-It’s not what it looks like!” He flailed his arms in a “no” motion.

“He’s right Y/N” Zendaya pitched in.

“Really?!” You looked at him incredulously shocked. “I can’t do do this right now…” You whispered. You exited his trailer with fast paced steps.

“Y/N!” You heard Tom shout after you. You ignored him and continued walking to your car.

“Y/N stop!” Tom got a hold of your forearm preventing you from going any farther.

“Let. Go. Of. Me!” You said sternly.

“No not until you tell me what’s wrong!”.

“Oh now you care?!” You scoffed.

“Of course I care. I’m your best friend” He looked stunned.

“You haven’t exactly been acting like one” You mumbled averting your gaze any else.

“What?” He asked.

“You heard me” You pulled your arm out of his grip

“Why are you being like this?!” He raised his voice.

“Because she took you from me!” You cried out.

“Who? Zendaya? She hasn’t taken me from anybody Y/N, I’m not her property!” He shook his head. “I’m no ones property”

“She took what we had” You whispered.

“What we had? What’re you going on about?”

“You two became closer and started hanging out more. You kept ditching me for her. I lost you to her” You sniffled.

“You didn’t lose me Y/N” He hugged you.

“I think I already have…” Your voice was muffled by his shirt.

“What makes you think that?” He looked down at you.

You averted your eyes.

“Y/N?” 

You finally looked him in the eye and let it all out. “I fell for you Tom. I fell in too deep. I wanted to deny it, but I always kept coming back to you. Then you got closer to Zendaya, and I blew my chance. And when I saw you kissing her I j-just couldn’t watch”. You didn’t realize you shed a few tears through your confession.

“Y/N-” He started.

“No it’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. I get it. You love her. She’s the perfect girl for you. You deserve someone as great as her Tom” You faked the best smile you could muster.

“Y/N it’s not what-.”

You cut him off. “No I get it you clearly-.”

Tom grabbed your cheeks pulling you in for a harsh kiss cutting off your sentence before you could finish.

“Shut up” He said against your lips. 

You were taken back still trying to process what just happened. You could only nod.

“If you’d just let me talk, then you would know that we were practicing for a scene” He looked at you.

“A w-what?” You whispered.

“My character Peter and her character Michelle have a kissing scene. Zendaya asked if we could rehearse so it wouldn’t be awkward on set”. 

“Oh” Was all you could muster. You felt incredibly embarrassed. You made a big deal over something so small.

“I’m such an idiot!” You turned away from him.

“Hey you didn’t know” Tom caressed your arm.

“I don’t whether to feel relieved or slap you” You quirked a brow at him.

“I’d go for the first option” He put his hands in surrender.

“I’m sorry” You looked up at him.

“It’s okay…So you really fell for me?” He turned serious.

“Umm. Look Tom I didn’t mean to blurt all that out. I never wanted our friendship to get ruined”.

“And it never will love. I love you as well” He leaned forward kissing your forehead.

“You mean that?” You smiled a bit.

“I only have my eyes set out for one girl, and that girl will always be you.”


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HiddleHamlet: A firsthand account (part I)

Okay guys. Here goes. I’m going to try to remember and describe as much of the experience as possible, so you can all feel a little piece of it too. This is your warning… this is going to be a long post.

Disclaimer: this review is going to be very little about the play, and very lots about how mindblowingly gorgeous and excellent Tom was in the play. If you’re not in this to hear a dissertation on that man’s thighs in his tight-ass jeans, don’t read further. I love and deeply appreciate theatre (this is the 14th play I’ve seen since moving to London 10 months ago), but this is tumblr and I’m not really here to be a theatre critic or to dissect various interpretations of Shakespeare. I’m here to drool over sexy men. It’s right there in the title.

So, to get that boring, non-thigh-centred discussion out of the way first - the play was seriously great. I enjoyed it hugely, even apart from the magic of Tom’s Hamlet (and somehow in spite of the distraction that was my brain screaming “HE’S RIGHT THERE!!!” for 3 hours straight). I saw a similarly intimate staging of Hamlet back in January, which I found… overly intense. This one was much better. I especially liked the touches of humour throughout, which helped to break up the heavier moments and moved the story along in a nice rhythm, and brought out the humanity and likability of the characters. The cast were all fantastic, and the sparseness of the stage worked well - the focus was fully on the actors and the words they were saying. 

We were sat in the front row, far stage left…which was basically on the stage. The theatre is teeny, with no raised stage, which meant the actors were walking by us close enough to touch. Being that close to Tom for an extended period of time was full-on exhilarating. When he’d run by us, we’d get a waft of air and could actually smell him. I didn’t get to last time, so I breathed in deep this time…and it was absolutely delicious. I’m sure we were visibly swooning after each inhale.

(I’m really sad that only a limited number of people will get to see this, and I know there’s been much discussion over the supposed “exclusivity” of this show, but I must say, in being one of the lucky ones who got to be there, that it was magical how intimate this was. It was immersive - a unique and beautiful theatre experience. I feel incredibly grateful.) 

Important things must be addressed, so: couch humping. Was SO FUNNY. It wasn’t a full-on dry humping (oh god…I just had to take several minutes to think about what that would be like. I’m back now) but rather a couple of energetic thrusts. Which was enough. This was met with laughter and tons of quietly imploding vaginas, I assume.

In this same scene (a great scene), Hamlet sits on the recently-violated couch with Polonius and laughs loudly with him. It’s rather forced (he’s putting on a show here), but also - seriously adorable. Because Tom. It gifted us with a huge Hiddles grin, which is so damn infectious (as you well know). In the third bout of this laughter, Hamlet dissolves into tears. One of the best things about Tom’s Hamlet was how perfectly and naturally he navigated the quick shifts in his mood - swinging wildly between grief, rage, lunacy, amusement, earnestness - and it all felt incredibly deft and real. Also, that man is gifted when it comes to crying. I think there were real tears in his eyes for about 75% of the performance. At one point, you could see the tears falling, illuminated by the stage lights. It was beautiful. I managed to stay seated and not run to throw myself on him and cover him in kisses, which was obviously what first instinct was telling me to do.

Okay…let us talk about how good he looked. IT IS GROSS, AND MAKES NO SENSE. My brain can’t compute this level of attractiveness, and I have no appropriate words to convey it. It’s even worse in real life. And truly, this is Peak Tom, look-wise. I missed probably large sections of dialogue due to thinking about his hair (I wish this was a joke). I could not stop staring at it. The curls are entrancing. It is perfection. I will cry when he gets a haircut. THIS IS THE HAIR HE WAS BORN TO HAVE. Also, THE JEANS. Holy fucking hell. I could write a Hamlet-length soliloquy about those jeans. Maybe it was because I was on the side, so I spent a good amount of time looking at the back of him, but…I have never appreciated a view more. Those jeans were, um, very tight, and I have zero complaints. I think I could actually see his thigh muscles flexing through them. I was equally entranced by his legs and thighs throughout the whole thing. My stream of consciousness went something like this: hair-legs-thighs-jaw-eyes-voice-words-legs-ass-kill-me-now…!

Yeah… his ass in those jeans. Specifically when he was moving or jumping around a lot. I leave it to your imagination.

Overall, there is truly just something about him. We have not been imagining that. His physical presence is undeniably, overwhelmingly attractive. He’s all legs and cheekbones and curls, and the way he moves is impossible to look away from. He’s so damn FIT. His body, his face, his every movement…it’s all just sex incarnate. I can’t be eloquent about it. What the fuck do you say about this. Just. Ugh. Fuck me up.

Originally posted by thehumming6ird

Will you look at this? GOD.

Wardrobe stuff: I love his new peacoat. It’s really nice and looks so soft, so he looks super huggable in it. I will continue to swoon over the upturned collar look on him - it works so well with his long neck and impeccable jawline. I also like how well he rocks the hoodie-and-peacoat combo. Really, is there anything that doesn’t look good on him?! Oh, and…there was no appearance, sadly, of the beloved grey boots (those boots are like a secondary celeb spotting for us by now). He was wearing dark brown boots through the whole thing. But they looked really good too no duh, so, no big loss.

Uh-oh… this post is already very long, and I have at least 26 more things to say about all of this. I’m think I’m gonna stop here for tonight and write a part two tomorrow. Coming up: tummy peeks, dancing, leather gloves and the opinions of the lady sitting next to me on Tom’s ass in those jeans (you didn’t think I was done talking about that yet, did you?)

Originally posted by fromhiddleswithlove

cuddling with tom / headcanon

hey everyone!

so i should actually study for the like 3 tests i have tomorrow but i’m actually in the mood to write something, so here i am!

this is probably going to end up being trashy but i guess it’s okay.

i love you all so so much!

masterlist 


Originally posted by tbholland


after work cuddles:

  • you coming home after a long day to see tom lazily resting on the couch
  • you debate on joining him because he looks so comfortable
  • but that’s all until he makes the grabby hand motion and your heart melts
  • “hello, love. how was work today?”
  • he genuinely cares about your day and is prepared to listen
  • he even wants you to go into more detail then you already do
  • homeboy just really loves to hear you talk
  • and on days he’s shooting, you’d show up in his trailer and for the couple hours he had to himself, he’d cuddle with you
  • but sometimes you two would end up falling asleep with each other
  • the rest of the crew has definitely seen you two asleep and cuddling before
  • let’s not mention how they all have a picture of the two of you like that 
  • harrison doesn’t even mind anymore, he just lets you two be
  • maybe he even puts something on his instagram story of the two of you
  • who knows?


rainy day cuddles:

  • the two of you laying down in bed all day
  • wrapped up in each other
  • watching movies all day long
  • listening to the sound of the rain patter off the roof of the house
  • honestly, what more could you ask for?
  • ordering delivery so that neither of you two have to leave the house
  • no one’s complaining about how close you two are
  • taking in his scent
  • and him taking in yours
  • plus you get to run your fingers through his curls
  • you’re so lucky
  • but on a real note, cuddling with tom on a rainy day would just consist of long conversations, kisses, and sleeping


morning cuddles:

  • you waking up to an arm slung around your waist
  • but you’re not complaining
  • tom’s morning voice
  • “good morning, darling.”
  • holy shit ^
  • morning cuddles are just really lazy and probably the most needed
  • “tom you gotta let me go.”
  • “but you’re so warm.”
  • “i gotta get to work or my boss will be pissed.”
  • him finally letting you go 
  • but deep down, you’re fighting the urge to stay in bed with him
  • but when he shoots you the puppy dog eyes
  • and pouts his lip
  • and he looks so desperate for affection, you crack
  • you grab your phone and call your office building
  • “hi, this is y/n y/l/n calling in to say that i won’t be in today,” you say in a fake-sick-voice before you pretend to cough,”i’m not feeling too well.”
  • when you hang up the phone, tom gives you a smirk
  • “you’re such a badass.” 
  • you giggle as you climb back into the warm bed sheets with him
  • he lets out a laugh as he buries his head into your neck, leaving a soft kiss
  • the rest of the day is spent in bed and just enjoying each other’s company

overall, you’re so lucky


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Like it's Real (2/3) Tom Holland X Reader

Summary: Tom and Y/N are childhood best friends. So when Tom’s publicist told him to fake-date someone, Y/N seems to be the best choice. But will it stay fake, or will true feelings start to blossom?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Some swearings

A/N: Wow guys, thank you for the 100+ followers, you’re all so sweet. If you would like to be tagged in the future parts, you can leave a comment to let me know ❤️

P.S: The italicized sentences are your internal thoughts

Part 1


Tom’s Publicist: Good Morning (Y/N), I’ve dropped off some stuff for you on your front door.

You: Stuff?

Tom’s Publicist: For you to wear to the date. Tom’s picking you up in an hour.

You: Oh sure. Thank you.

You opened your door to find a box. You carried it into your room, placing it on a chair before rummaging through it.

Apparently what the publicist refer as “stuff” includes several dresses, 4 pairs of shoes, bags and purses, and even hair accessories. No wonder the box is a bit heavy.

All the dresses seems to be a little extra for a lunch date in a local café. Well except for the simple pale yellow sundress with floral prints.

Putting it on, the dress fell just right above your knees. It flows beautifully. You put on a nude platform sandals and looked at the mirror.

This should do it

“Y/N?” came Tom’s voice, followed by three knocks.

“Coming!” You yelled back, hurriedly grabbing a purse then stuffing in your phone and money.

Opening the door, you greeted him with a cheerful smile, “Hi”

“Hi (Y/N), you look beautiful.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself” you said, blushing a little from his compliment.

“I was thinking that we could walk to the café?. It’s only a few blocks away. I wouldn’t mind driving if don’t want to though,” He asked.

“Sure Tom. I could use some exercise.“

-

After a 5 minute walk, you both arrived at the café. The bell jingled as Tom opened the door for you, being the gentleman he is.

“Let’s go sit by the glass window. My publicist said the paparazzi would get better shots of us that way.”

After you both had settled in, the waitress came to take your orders.

“What can I get you?” smiled the waitress.

“I’d like a soufflé and a glass of iced tea please,” you ordered.

“And for me, a hot tea and a quackson would be nice,” Tom added smiling at the waitress.

“Excuse me, what?” the waitress asked giving him a weird look.

You tried muffling your laughs, but when Tom looked at you with his confused face you coudln’t help but roar in laughter.

“Tom! You - you just said quackson instead of croissant!”

Realization dawns on his face. “Oh shit. I meant a croissant. A croissant and hot tea would be nice,” he corrected, grimacing a little.

You’re still howling with laughter as the waitress leave. You’re laughing so hard that tears are escaping your eyes.

“Oh my god Tom. I can’t believe that just happened,” you said still chuckling at his red face.

“I’ve been asked to say quackson so many times now that it kinda stuck,” He explained, still not smiling.

“You have to admit it’s funny though,” You snickered.

He cracked a small smile, “I guess it is a little funny.”

With all the fun you’re having, you almost forgot that this is supposed to be a fake date. Almost, but then your phone vibrates.

Tom's publicist added you into a group chat 

Tom's Publicist:: You're both doing great.

Tom: How did you know that?

Tom's Publicist: I'm three tables away from you 

Both of you looked around the café trying to spot the publicist. Sure enough, he’s sitting in a booth at the corner of the café.

You made eye contact briefly, then he starts tapping on his phone again. You looked back at your phone as it buzzes.

Tom's Publicist: Y/N, put your hand on the table, and Tom put yours on top of hers. This is a great chance.

You could feel the blush creeping up your neck at the thought of this. You lift your head up to see Tom already staring at you, his cheeks tinted with a slight blush.

You placed your hand on the table and Tom looked at you, asking for permission. You nodded, heart racing with anticipation.

As his palm rest on top of your hand, you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body. You have a thousands thoughts rushing through your mind.

Why am I being like this. It’s just Tom, I shouldn’t be feeling any of this. It’s even staged for fuck’s sake.

After a few minutes, the paparazzi left but Tom’s hand is still resting on top of yours. You tried continuing the conversation. But it’s kinda hard with his thumb occassionally sweeping back and forth on the back of your hand.

He’s staring at you with such intensity, you felt like you could melt into a puddle. But then the waitress came back, bringing your orders making both of you break the physical contact.

-

“Do you still have any room left in your stomach?” Tom asked as you both exited the café.

“What do you have in mind?”

“I saw an ice cream truck on the way here. Thought we could maybe make a quick stop,” he grinned, knowing you wouldn’t turn down free ice cream.

-

Thanks for the ice cream,“ you thanked him, as he handed you your cone. You start licking on your heavenly treat, sighing in content.

Tom chuckled at your antics, “I’m glad you like it that much.” You can only hum in agreement as you continue to devour your sweet treat.

“Y/N, I’m going to try something. Just go with it okay?”

Narrowing your eyes you questioned, “What exactly?”

“Can I try your ice cream?” “Umm, sure?” You answered, utterly confused. What is he trying to do? You hold out your ice cream for him to try. But instead of licking your ice cream like you thought he would, his soft lips meet yours instead.

Your eyes flew wide open. As you body froze in shock. It’s the most innocent kiss anybody has ever given to you. Even though it only lasted for 3 seconds, it’s enough to leave you feeling lightheaded.

“It worked!” Tom exclaimed all of a sudden. “They’re all taking videos and photos”

You turned around to see a small crowd video-taping you and Tom. Of course it was an act. How stupid of you to think it was real?

-

Tom held your hand the whole way to your apartment, awaking the butterflies inside your stomach.

“I had a great time today Y/N. Time seems to fly when I’m you,” He smiled at you softly ad you reached your door. “I can’t thank you enough for agreeing to this,”

“Hey, I had fun too. And I should be thanking you for being such a great ‘date’ today,” you assured him, doing the air quotes gesture.

Chuckling Tom said, “Well then I should be going. See you tomorrow!” The he leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead, making you suck in a sharp breath.

“Bye Tom,” you squeaked, waving at him before entering your apartment and closing the door. You closed your eyes as you leaned on the door, heart still racing from his forehead kiss.

Fuck, I have a crush on Tom

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Can I Be Her - (Tom Holland AU)Part 1

Request: Anonymous asked: Can I please get an imagine where the reader is best friends with Tom and Harrison but loves Tom. The reader is witnessing Tom fall in love with Zendaya and tries to forget about Tom but can’t. In the end, Tom ends up having a serious relationship with Zendaya and Tom and the reader fall apart. You can decide the end but I want it to be a sad ending. I’m sorry if it’s complicated or just plain stupid. Thank you.

Warnings: Sad, heart breaking

Word Count: 1,494

Pairing: Tom Holland x Zendaya

A/N: Based on the song by James Arthur - Can I Be Him but instead of his perspective it’d be the reader’s P.O.V. This felt so real I almost cried!

~Masterlist~

You didn’t think this would happen. You were falling for Tom, hard. At first you thought nothing of it, but once you got to know him, the real him, you were in a trance. You developed a love for Tom, it was completely indescribable. You never told anyone, not even Harrison, knowing he’d never keep his mouth shut. He’d spill everything to Tom, and you couldn’t bare let your affection for him to get in the way of your friendship. 

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that’s the one - dad!tom

Summary: You and Tom publicly announce your pregnancy, with Harry’s help.

“Nooo, I don’t like that one either,” you whine.

“Why not?” Tom asks, looking over your shoulder at the camera held for your viewing by Harry. “You look adorable.”

“No, wait. Okay. Take one more,” you say, crossing your legs criss-cross applesauce-style on the bed and putting your hands on your baby bump.

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My Mother Said No One Would Love Me

(warning: long story)

Ever, she said.

That’s why when Tom came along, I was so happy to prove her wrong for once.

No one will ever love you, she said. My “peculiarities” were too much to handle. That’s what she called them, my peculiarities. She didn’t want to acknowledge that it might be something real–not her daughter, not the daughter of Miss Orange County, 1980.

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A Little Help

Hi guys! I wrote this on my phone and I haven’t been to sleep in forever, so I’m pretty positive this is just some rambly words about Tom and the reader wanting to be in a relationship, but being too shy to actually tell the other. So, instead, they just do small things to help each other out. P. S., Harrison ships it. I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by spiderholland

A Little Help

“You need help, let me grab that for you,” Tom said, reaching up to plunk the novel from the shelf. “Which one do you want?” Tom asked, bringing a hand to rest upon her waist to readjust her position to point out the book she’d been trying to obtain.

    She stood up on her tiptoes, eyes desperately seeking to survey the shelf clearer, “I actually don’t have one particular in mind, would it be a bother to just take everything by Pablo Neruda down?”

    “Course not,” Tom said and easily picked all the Neruda’s out for her. “Who is he?”

    Her eyes widened and she smiled, happy to tell Tom everything she knew about Pablo Neruda. “He’s a famous Chilean poet, I mean, he eventually went into the political field, but I mostly know him from his poetry. When I was in high school, my best friend and I were obsessed with a poem he wrote called, ‘My Ugly Love.’”

She was starting to ramble and she knew that Tom probably couldn’t give two shits about the ugly love spoken about in the poem, but she was so close to him and he smelled good, and his chest was firm when she leaned into him, so it would be a fair statement to say that she was beyond distracted. “It starts out-”

Tom didn’t remove his hand from her waist, figuring that if she didn’t like it, she’d step back from him. His gaze flickered from her lips, to the rosy flush gliding across her cheeks, and then up to her eyes. Tom drank in her words about Pablo Neruda, still not quite registering who he was, but still completely absorbed by her words.

As he listened to her, still holding an assortment of novels in his hands, he accidentally cut her off completely. “Wait, do you have it memorized?”

She was nearly positive that her entire body was tinged pink, “Yeah, I won’t bore you with the details, I just like the poem because it’s different.”

“No, no, tell me. I wanna hear about it. I just got,” Tom searched for an appropriate word. “Excited?” Truly, Tom had cut her off because she looked so endearing that he thought that he would physically blow up if he didn’t kiss her.

He loved it when she talked about stuff like this, he could tell it was one of the few times that she actually felt confident in voicing her opinions.

“My ugly love, you’re a messy chestnut.

My beauty, you are pretty as the wind.

Ugly: your mouth is big enough for two mouths.

Beauty: your kisses are fresh as new melons.

Ugly: where did you hide your breasts?

They’re meager, two little scoops of wheat.

I’d much rather see two moons across your chest,

two huge proud towers.

Ugly: not even the sea contains things like your toenails.

Beauty: flower by flower, star by star, wave by wave,

Love, I’ve made an inventory of your body.

My ugly one, I love you for your waist of gold.

my beauty, for the wrinkle on your forehead.

My Love: I love you for your clarity, your dark.”

She finished and looked up to him with a smile on her face.

“So, what do you think?” She asked him, reaching up to sift through the books that Tom had gotten down for her.

“How do you know the best of everything?” Tom muttered, eyes widened, because, as usual, she was right. The poem was supremely different from any of the traditionally romantic sonnets that he’d read.

She smiled and unwound herself from his grasp and wandered down the next aisle, in search for her friend and Harrison, who’d accompanied them to the bookstore.

Tom, still leaned up against the shelf was slow to notice Harrison’s approaching figure.

“Dude, you need to ask her out. It’s getting ridiculous. Everybody, even strangers, already think you’re together, so why not make it real? Not as if she’s going to say no.” Harrison urged.

Shrugging his shoulders and racking his brain for an adequate response, Tom eventually stuttered out, “you never know, she could just want to be friends, and then if I ask her out, then she won’t even wanna be that.”

Harrison rolled his eyes, “Well then, mate, better wipe that drool off your chin.”

The next morning, in a haste to open the door for her, Tom had accidentally whacked himself in the face with it. Now, he not only sported a bloody nose, but also a split lip. Still, he wasn’t complaining.

She’d freaked out when she saw the blood drip from his nose and the bruises already forming on his jaw and had rushed him home. She stood in between Tom’s legs, while he perched on her kitchen table, and held up towels to stop the bleeding.

“Tom, literally what the hell?” She murmured, gliding her soft palm across his lower lip.

“I told you, I saw a bee and I didn’t want it to sting you,” Tom lied. Obviously, there hadn’t been a bee, but he refused to tell her that he’d nearly broken his face purely to hold the door open for her.

“But I never saw it? I didn’t even hear one, and besides, it wasn’t like there were flowers around. Why would a bee wander over here?” She mused, walking to the fridge to grab a bag of frozen vegetables.

“No, no,” Tom whined, “Those will be too cold, I don’t wanna put that on my face.”

She pouted, “Too bad, let me help you! I don’t want you to be hurt.”

Tom hesitated, and then opened his arms and pulled her close to him, keeping a gentle hand on the small of her back. “Fine, fine. Just do it.”

She smiled and rocked up onto her tippy toes and pressed her make-shift icepack to his face. He didn’t even shiver when the frost-covered package touched his bare skin, because when she was this close to him, he could see the multitude of colors swirling in her eyes.

A week later, it was time for Tom and Harrison to, once again, travel for the press tour. Tom was gutted. He couldn’t imagine leaving her without explaining to her that he wanted to be with her so badly, that the mere thought of leaving her made him physically ill.

Little did he know, that she felt the same way. All he knew, was that he was going over to her apartment to give her one last goodbye hug while Harrison waited in the car.

From inside her apartment, she spritzed on Tom’s favorite perfume. Whenever she wore it, he always leaned into her more while they were in conversation, or fiddled with her hair more and didn’t pull away from her when they hugged.

She had done her best to conceal her nighttime tears with makeup and sheprayed that Tom wouldn’t notice them as she opened the door.

Tom stepped in quickly and before she even shut the door, Tom surged towards her. Bending down to her height, Tom threw his arms around her, ignoring that his phone had fallen to the floor.

“Are you alright Tom?” She questioned, hands stiff at her sides.

“Just gonna miss you loads and loads and loads.” His voice was muffled by her sweater.

Her arms wound around him, “You know I’ll miss you too.”

“I don’t want to leave you yet.” Tom pulled away and his gaze bore into her floor.

Taking him by the hand, she pulled him to sit down on her sofa. “I made you something to help.”

Tom curled an arm around her frame as she sat a heavy box down in front of him, “Darling, what is it? You shouldn’t have gotten me anything, I didn’t know-”

She cut him off by pressing a hand over his lips. “Promise to look at it on the plane?”

She looked to cute and eager and shy that Tom had agreed, and now, after finally boarding the plane, Tom opened the box.

Inside were all the Pablo Neruda books that she’d bought the day she read him ‘My Ugly Love,’ and a note.

The note read,

Hi Tom,

I’m just going to assume that you followed my directions and now you’re flying safely through the air, but if you’re not, and I find out, may Mother Earth save your soul.

All of these books were mine before yours because I wanted to give you something that would remind you of me. I wrote you little notes on all the pages, so it’ll be like we’re talking about them. I highlighted my favorite ones for you in pink.

Please don’t forget about me.

Tom scoffed, as if he could ever forget her. He opened the first book and quickly spotted the swirls of her delicate handwriting on the bottom corner of the page. It read,

Don’t freak out, some of the poems are in Spanish, but I made sure to help translate them for you in the margins.

Tom smiled and began to leaf through the poems, blown away by not only the words of Pablo Neruda, but also by her tiny love poems for him written so softly in the captivity of the margins that he could barely tell that they were there.

When he landed, he would make sure to send her some of his own.

anonymous asked:

How about heads w/ Tom Holland where you don't want to introduce your bff to him because you afraid he will fall for her as everybody in your surroundings did.

Originally posted by kiingholland

  • First of all, I think Tom would feel kinda upset
  • He may say things like “why can’t I meet your friend? You know all of my friends, especially Haz”
  • And he’s like an annoying little kid, so he always bring it up the fact that he does want to meet your friend
  • Especially if she’s really important to you
  • But when you get tired of how much he bothers you with the subject, and tells him the truth, he will feel sad
  • And a little bit guilty, also
  • His first thought is that you might be joking with him, so he will laugh
  • But when you don’t laugh with him? That’s when what you said will hit him right in the face
  • “What? Like, for real?”
  • “Yes, Tom. For real”
  • Tom stays silent for a moment, looking at the floor, and then at you; at the floor, and then at you again
  • Then suddenly, he hugs you
  • Like, he gives you a bear hug, almost smashing your bones
  • “Oh, you fool. How could I ever fall in love with someone else?”
  • And you tell him that everyone did
  • You don’t even gotta mention how that always made you feel, Tom got it
  • He kisses your forehead, and then your lips
  • “Don’t think I will trade you for someone else, alright? The only person who still has a chance with me is Scarlett Johansson, but that’s just because I know Chris Evans has a chance with you too”
  • You laugh, and then you see his beautiful smile on his face
  • Tom kisses you again, saying that you don’t have to be afraid, he really just wanna meet your friend because she’s your friend
  • And like he said, you know all his friends
  • But it’s okay, he can totally wait until you’re comfortable with the situation
  • He won’t bother you anymore, he promises lol
Burlesque

Request: Can you do an imagine where when the reader was younger she was an ugly duckling she was friends with Tom and Tom had left and years later present time Tom finds reader and now she is beautiful???

Word count: 1627

Masterlist

A/N: So first of all, I’VE REACHED 500 FOLLOWERS!!! That’s crazy! Thank you so much guys! Second of all: I really loved this request! I actually really enjoy writing requests, so if you guys have some, please send them in! Maybe, someday I will make a prompt list, but who knows?

”Out of every show in London, you choose Burlesque? You know, it’s, right? I’m not complaining, but really?” Harrison asked, while we were finding our seats.

“I just wanted to see something. I like going to the theatre. And besides, one of my old friends are playing. I haven’t really seen her since we did Billy Elliot, but I still talk to her sometimes. I just thought it would be fun to see her again” I answered as we sat down. She was a nice girl when we younger. A good friend.

“You’ve never mentioned her before. Is she some secret of yours? Former girlfriend or something?” Harrison joked. People were still finding their seats, and we were patiently waiting for the lights to dim. I had my hoodie up, not wanting to cause a fuss.

“No. It’s nothing like that. She was just nice, you know. The kind of girl you don’t really notice, but she’s there for everyone. I kinda wish I had stayed more in contact with her. Just wanted to see how she’s doing. I remember her having a hard time finding roles. Something about her not being pretty enough” The amount of people coming in, was starting to thin out.

“So in reality, you feel bad for her, and just wants to see if she succeeded. What role does she have?” I looked through the folder, as Harrison asked. I haven’t really looked at it, after I saw her name.

“Ali Rose, I think. The main girl, or something” I said, as the lights went out, and the music started playing, making us both quiet. A little time went by, as the story started, and a girl walked on stage. I couldn’t believe my own eyes when I saw her.

I could barely recognize her. She had changed a lot over the years. She wasn’t the girl you didn’t notice anymore. She was the girl everyone noticed. Maybe it was the clothes, or something about the make up, but none the less, she was hot.

And her voice was just so powerful. I didn’t even know she could sing. I had spent almost every day with her, for 4 years, and I had never heard her sing.

“Are you sure that’s the girl, who couldn’t get roles, because she wasn’t pretty enough?” Harrison whispered, when her first dancing scene came on. This was so different from when we did Billy Elliot. I knew she could dance, but not like that. This was something else.

“I think she is now. More than pretty enough” I was left speechless for the rest of the show. I was too busy just looking at her. I didn’t really watch the play, as much as I watched her. How could that possibly be the girl I knew from Billy Elliot? I knew what burlesque was, so I didn’t really know what I had expected.

***

“You coming?” Harrison asked, after the lights had turned back on. He was already standing, and half of the people had already left the room.

“Why don’t we wait? Maybe go talk to the actors? You know, just to say hi?”

Y/N POW

“Y/N. Some guys are asking for you. A Tom Holland or something” Someone from the crew said to you, after you had changed back to your normal clothes. You were just about to take the make-up off, but with the mention of your old friend’s name, you decided it could wait. Could it really be him?

You walked out from backstage, to where the audience had previously been, to find two boys sitting in the front row, waiting. You could hardly believe your eyes. It was him. Thomas Holland. He was part of the reason you loved acting. When you did Billy Elliot together, he just made the whole experience so great, that you wanted to continue.

“Tom? What are you doing here? I haven’t seen you in forever!” The happiness overtook you. You were running towards him, and he quickly stood up, spreading his arms, so he could hug you when you got close enough.

“I’m here to see Lion King. Why do you think I’m here? I’m finally back home, and saw your name on the poster. Did you really think I wouldn’t come see you?” He asked with his arms around you. He had gotten taller since Billy Elliot. And a lot stronger. You pulled away from him, taking a good look at him.

Of course, you knew how he looked. You did follow him on social media, but it was just so different in real life. It didn’t seem possible, but he looked even better in real life.

“Look at you! You’ve grown so much! And you’re stronger than you were 7 years ago, that for sure. It looks good on you! You look good Tom” You said, smiling happily. For the first time you looked at his friend, who sent you an awkward smile. “I’m so sorry. I’m being rude. Hi! I’m y/n. It’s nice to meet you”

“I’m Harrison. Tom’s friend, if you hadn’t guessed that” Harrison smiled at you.

“You know, you look good too, y/n. You’ve changed a lot! I could barely recognize you. It’s a good change! Not that you didn’t look good before! You just.. Now you’re just really beautiful” You looked back at Tom, how looked flustered. He was looking down at the floor, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah, it’s funny how puberty works. You got tall, I got boobs and a butt. And I lost my braces. I’m also wearing contacts right now, and a professional did my make-up and my hair. And you know. It might have something to do with the dances, I can’t take all of the credit” You laughed shyly. “I was actually about to take my make-up off, and get ready to leave. Do you want to join me, so can keep talking?” You asked the boys. They quickly nodded, and you started walking.

“You got your braces off, while we were playing Billy Elliot. I did spend 4 years with you, after all. And you do look good. So I don’t understand why you never post pictures of yourself on Instagram. You should. Then I wouldn’t be so surprised when you walked on stage tonight” You rolled your eyes at him. As much as he posted pictures of himself, you never did. You posted a lot of other pictures, but never pictures of yourself.

“You’re not the first person to say that. Maybe I’ll listen to you, maybe I won’t. Anyway. So how is it being Spiderman?” You asked, as you got behind the scene once again. You sat down in your chair, and started removing your make-up.

“It’s great. It’s really great, I love i-“ “Hey, y/n! Are you coming out with us tonight?” one of the other actors yelled to you, cutting off Tom.

“Nah. Not tonight. But you go have fun.” You answered, as she walked closer. “What? Are you having a threesome or something?” She asked calmly, before she ate the crisps in her hand.

“No, I’m going to kill them” You joked. “No. I’ve got practice tomorrow. So I’ve gotta be there at 8, and it’s not really that fun when you’re hungover.” You talked from experience. You had learned that the hard way.

“Right! You guys want to join. There’s always room for more people” She asked Tom and Harrison. Both of them declined, and she walked away again. It didn’t take long, before the rest of the cast was gone as well.

“I’m sorry about that. We got a lot of inside jokes”  All of the make-up was gone from your face, and you felt so much lighter. “And it’s really not to be rude, because I would really love to catch up with you, and get to know you, Harrison, but I’ve got a long day tomorrow. So I’m just going to grab some take away, and then head home”

“Sure, it’s fine. What are you doing tomorrow? After whatever you’re practicing?” Tom asked.

“I don’t have anything planned. And I’m just going to be dancing, and singing. I’m doing two round of every dance, so I don’t plan on doing anything at all” You smiled, already looking forward to tomorrow. “I could really just use a movie day. It’s the first time in weeks where I have the afternoon off, so I’m going to enjoy that”

“So. You don’t want to do anything tomorrow?” Tom asked, suddenly sounding disappointed.

“Yes. I mean no. yes? No?” You didn’t really know, how you were supposed to answer that question. “I would love to spend the day with you. But can we please, just do nothing? Like, sit on a couch, and just catch up”

“Really? Yeah. Yeah, we could do that! We can totally do that. Harrison, what do you say?” Tom’s dark eyes were almost glowing, as he looked back at Harrison.

“I think I’ll pass. I can already feel the sexual tension between the two of you, and I’m not going to get in between that. So I’m just going to leave right now, and let the two of you schedule your date. I’ll be just outside the theatre” Harrison said, before walking out.

“There’s not. I don’t. what?” Tom struggled to find the words, and you found that you were both blushing.

“So it’s a movie date? Because I would like that. I would really like that” You gathered the courage to say. Luckily, you had become much more confident since you got the role in Burlesque, so you were able to almost play it off.

“I’ve never been so thankful for Harrison”

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anonymous asked:

Headcanon where y/n and tom get into a fight but make up and it's very fluffy??💟

  • neither of you liked to admit when you were wrong
  • especially when it came down to one of you being jealous
  • in this instance, it was over a guy that tom felt was too close to you 
  • he was just a co-worker and nothing more than a friend at most 
  • it was nice having someone in the office that made work a little more enjoyable and a relationship that was strictly platonic 
  • but tom couldn’t grasp that concept 
  • “tom, how many times do i have to tell you? i can tell you a million times and you still won’t trust me”
  • tom was seeing red at this point 
  • although he knew better, he couldn’t help but push away the thoughts of you spending time with this guy
  • a lot of it stemming from the fact you probably saw that guy more than tom since he was away so much now 
  • he eventually sits on the couch, arms crossed, a stern expression written on his face, not even saying a word anymore 
  • “what? giving me the silent treatment after a fight you started? real fucking mature, tom” 
  • “fuck you, go fuck him, i don’t fucking care” 
  • he’d never cussed at you like that before, and you were thrown off guard
  • his words sliced through you and caused tears to sting at your eyes 
  • all you could do was shake your head, not trusting your voice to mutter anything but a sob
  • as soon as you turned on your heels to leave, tom’s eyes came back up to look at you
  • though he could only see your back, he could tell you were wiping away tears and that made the guilt in him grow exponentially 
  • he hadn’t mean to say those awful words, but he didn’t know how else to communicate how he felt 
  • though he could’ve communicated it much gentler 
  • you on the other hand were hurried into your shared bedroom 
  • a frustrated groan leaving you as you immediately spotted a picture of you and tom on the nightstand 
  • without bothering to change out of your clothes from the day, you crawled into your side of the bed, more tears falling as soon as your head hit the pillow 
  • you didn’t remember falling asleep, but you were startled awake when you felt fingertips brushing over your forehead
  • when you jolted back and your eyes shot open, tom retracted his hand right away
  • his eyes were glued your tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes 
  • his words still replayed in your head causing you to look away from him instantly and roll over so you were no longer facing him
  • “hold on, please, darling” he spoke softly
  • “no, fuck you” you repeated his words at not much more than a croak 
  • he looked down, fingers now pulling at a loose thread on the comforter 
  • a heavy sigh left his mouth before he situated himself under the covers and slung his arm around your waist, pulling you back to him
  • “tom, stop, i don’t want you right now” 
  • “i know, and i’m so fucking sorry” 
  • “you can be sorry without spooning me” 
  • “no, i’m going to hold onto you until you realize that i’m the worst boyfriend and am deeply sorry” 
  • his first statement would make a small smile appear on your face, only lasting a second before it disappeared
  • with an exhale, you’d roll back over and be greeted with a hopeful expression on tom’s face, a great contrast to the bitter one it held almost an hour ago 
  • “you’re not the worst boyfriend ever, just kinda bad at trusting me sometimes” 
  • “it’s not you i don’t trust, it’s him, i don’t know this guy and you’re always with him. you see him more than me, how am i supposed to just be cool with that?”
  • it was your turn to wrap an arm around him, snuggling into his chest and a feeling of relief spreading through tom as you gave into him 
  • instinctively he’d bring his arm around you, a kiss being pressed to your forehead
  • “you can be cool with that because you trust me, if i can trust you around millions of people then you can trust me around one” 
  • “you’re right…i love you, you know that right?”

MINI HEAD CANON NIGHT!!

I’m so tired of seeing these post floating around tbh. “why did y'all let topp dogg flop” is why.

first off, Topp Dogg has never flopped. Just because they haven’t reached their deserved success doesn’t mean they have flopped. A flop is when something or someone is a complete fail. Someone or something who never makes any achievements and stays at the bottom. Since when has that been Topp Dogg???

Idk about you, but I see my boys making vast improvements. Their popularity has gained, their rap and vocals have gotten better, their dancing is still amazing, and they’re better than they were back with Stardom. There are still some hiccups but never ever have they been a flop. Topp Klass would never allow that to happen.

Yes they’re underrated, we know that. But that’s not stopping us TK from rooting for them 24/7 and putting in our best effort to make sure they don’t actually become failures like people think they are. Do you know how often we worry about them disbanding??? We put in so much effort and time to make sure that will never happen. So don’t you ever refer to Topp Dogg as a flop or even imply that they are. Its insulting to them and us real toppklass.

red carpet | t. holland

word count: 2056
warnings: nada :-)
note: i just had this idea pop up and well i think its cute and i hope you think so too :> anywayy… again, im not much of a writer so pls pardon my writing :’)

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You felt your heart beating out of your chest. Your palms started to sweat. This was it. The premiere that’s been eating you up this past week. You’re so nervous, your tongue’s tied already, you haven’t even spoken a single word ever since you left your hotel. Of course, you’ve done movies before. You’ve won and been nominated for numerous awards already, you’ve worked with Scorsese, Nolan, Spielberg—all of them admiring your raw and genuine talent. You were one of the top A-List Actresses in Hollywood.

But this… this was entirely different.

Yes, you knew this was a Marvel movie, Captain America: Civil War. Yes, you knew you only had a supporting role in this movie and that this shouldn’t be that much of a big deal to you. So why were you so conscious of what you were wearing? You usually spend an hour tops to prepare for a premiere, but this time you took ages to get ready.

You wanted to look good. You wanted to look your best without trying too hard.

Hmph. You’re not doing all that for the paparazzi, that’s for sure.

You stepped out of your limo and instantly, the bright flashes of cameras blind you, the screams of fans deafen you, the amount of big time movie stars you’ve worked alongside with numbed you. You composed yourself and took a breather, then started walking down the red carpet, with your white lace gown trailing behind you, as if you were royalty. You loved your dress a lot, you gotta hand it to your designer for the amazing design. It was a shame that you had to go alone though.

You wanted a certain someone to be your date, but you guess that someone didn’t see you that way.

You gracefully pause in front of the crowd to pose for some pictures. Later on, you went to the fans and signed some autographs and took selfies. Your once poised and elegant manner banished as soon as you started to have some fun making the most ridiculous faces for the pictures you were taking with your fans. You loved them. You wouldn’t be anywhere if it weren’t for them.

A few more minutes spending quality time with your beloved fans, you were ushered away to have a few interviews.

“Y/N!” The fifth interviewer of the night beamed, “How does it feel to be on a red carpet yet again?”

You laugh and smile, “It feels great. I love the energy these Marvel fans are giving out. It makes me wanna show up in my costume rather than this dress.”

“Well, won’t they appreciate that.” The interviewer replied, “Your dress is absolutely stunning, though! You look really, really, really pretty.”

You reply with a flattered smile, but before you could even verbally reply, someone cleared their throat behind you, disrupting the conversation.

I think the proper term for her is gorgeous.”

You instantly felt your knees go weak as soon as you heard that heart-melting British accent.

Tom Holland! What a great surprise!” The interviewer exclaimed as she saw the Brit behind you.

He hugged you from behind, his arms snaking around your waist, “Hey, love.” Tom winked at you quickly that the interviewer didn’t notice.

“Hey there, Spidey.” You casually punch his arm and pinch his cheek.

Right beside you right now was the reason you felt all those things beforehand. You couldn’t deny it any longer… Tom Holland made you nervous.

The interviewer once again spoke up, “Tom, how are you?”

“I’m good, thanks. It’s really fun to be here.” He flashed his signature smile.

“We were just discussing Y/N’s outfit for tonight. Any comments?” The interviewer wiggled her eyebrows.

You felt my your cheeks flush red again.

“I’m speechless actually. She looks so good that the words haven’t been invented yet.” His cheeky and adorable smile widened with every word that came out of his mouth, to which you blushed intensely at.

“Aww, that’s so sweet!” The interviewer giggled.

You laugh along with Tom and feel his hand rest on your shoulder.

“Okay, real topic guys. You two have been spotted out together so many times, your chemistry on-screen and off-screen is just off the charts, you’re always gushing about each other in interviews. So everyone on this planet wants to know…” The interviewer said, “Are you two seeing each other?”

You didn’t even think of what you were going to say, you just blurted it out… “We’re just really good friends.”

Mental facepalm.

You felt Tom’s chocolate brown eyes on you.

“I mean… uh…” You went off track as you tried to fix what you said.

You were at a loss for words. You didn’t really know how follow that up. It was true that you and Tom were friends. How can you not? You two instantly clicked right away from the moment you both met in the first script reading of the movie. You’ve always thought he was cute. It came to the point that that little innocent admiration for your co-star became… something more. There were so many times you wished you could just tell him how you felt, but you just keep chickening out. Scared. Fearing that he won’t feel the same way.

You loved the fact that Tom is always so open and comfortable around you. He’s always there for you when you need help in the most little things. If you need pads, he won’t hesitate to go the store and buy you pads—with wings. If you need someone to have a movie marathon with you, he’ll come over any time of the night with the complete collection of your favorite Disney movies. If you need someone to talk to, he’s there.

You can’t help yourself. You were falling for him, each time he smiles at you. The more you denied it, the feeling grew and grew until you can no longer ignore it. You’ve always wanted to see the things he does for you as acts of romantic and courtly love, but you know in your heart that he did those things because he sees you as a mere sister. It hurt a lot. You’re still wrapping your mind around that little heartbreaking thought.

So you came back to your reply. We’re just really good friends… Your own voice echoed through your head.

Really good friends.

Friends. You thought. That’s what Tom and I will be for the rest of our lives. Just. Friends.

What can you do, though? You’re young and stupid. Love only makes things worse for you.

“I think what Y/N meant was… we have a really strong bond. We wouldn’t want anything to interfere with that. We have our ups and downs. We may have our preferences and our differences, but I know this for sure…” He turned his head to glance at me, “We’re really good together.”

You felt butterflies flutter in your stomach after hearing his answer.

The interviewer smiled and closed up the interview, “Thank you, Tom! Thank you, Y/N!”

After bidding your goodbyes, Tom and you headed back out to the red carpet, posing for more pictures alongside each other. You were 4 or 5 feet away from him as the camera flashes come one after another. Again, you feel yourself drifting away. The blinding flashes, the deafening screams, the numbness… it all came back from the moment you no longer felt Tom’s presence within your reach.

Though, you still keep a plastered smile on your face. You don’t want anyone thinking there was something bothering you. It was easy to cover it up anyway. You were an actress after all.

“Hey, Y/N…” Tom’s voice surprised you, causing you to slightly wince at his touch when he put his hand on your back, “Are you alright? You seem flustered.”

“I’m fine. What are you talking about?” You lie.

Tom then furrowed his brows. Then without a word, he pulled you to the side.

“Y/N, do you honestly think I don’t know when you’re feeling a bit off?” He crossed his arms on his chest.

Of course.

Of course!

Of course, he could see right through you. He knows you more than you probably know yourself. It was silly thinking you could convince him otherwise.

“Tom, just drop it, okay? I’m fine…” You let it out with a bit of frustration.

He sighed. He already knew what this was about.

“Y/N…” He took a step closer to you, making your heart race a thousand times faster, as if the beat earlier wasn’t fast enough, “Just so you know… I think you look beyond beautiful tonight.”

You look up at him, red bloomed on your face. You tried to hide it, but you realized it was pointless.

“You don’t look bad yourself, Holland.” You replied with a small and shy smile.

He chuckled softly and took your hand in his, “I meant to tell you this a week ago but I just kept on letting fear come first. I was scared.” He held his head down in embarrassment, “But I’m tired of running away from this. I’m done.” He looked into your eyes and you saw how nervous he was. It was even making you nervous as well. You were both trying to gather all the courage you can suck up.

“Now, let me try this again—for real this time.” Tom laughed half-heartedly, “Forgive me if I sound a bit too cheesy, but Y/N Y/L/N, from the very moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew I found the girl who would finally make me fall down to my knees just thinking about her smile, her eyes, her laugh, her cute rosy cheeks… Y/N, you’ve bewitched me. You make me feel the tingly feeling in my stomach every time I’m around you, and it’s bloody annoying. Look, what I’m trying to say here, without sounding like a complete fool, is that I have strong feelings for you, Y/N. I.. I like you. I really like you.”

You widened your eyes and almost choked on thin air, “Are you… are you serious?”

He chuckled, his dimples showing and his eyes looking cute as ever, “I confess my feelings in the monologue I’ve been practicing for weeks, and that’s the response I get?”

You laugh and blush furiously, “Tom, I… I’ve been waiting for you to say that for the longest time.” You wasted no time and engulfed him in a hug, your chin resting on his shoulder.

“Does this mean you like me too?” He wondered like an innocent puppy.

You reply with a giggle, “Yes, you moron. I feel the same way.”

His smile reached up to his eyes when he heard you say that. He was so happy. So were you. You looped your arm into his as you both walked back onto the red carpet, posing for more pictures, but this time, it was different.

People started to screaming louder as soon as they saw Tom’s hand intertwine with yours and your arm hug his waist. You two were smiling so wide, knowing that you were with the one person you’ve been wanting to be with ever since. You still can’t believe you arrived to this premiere empty handed, nervous and worried. The camera flashes once again, came one after another. The screams of the fans, louder and louder. You noticed the rest of the cast including Chris Evans and RDJ on the side, wolf whistling and applauding.

Damn, did everyone want you two together?

When things seemed they couldn’t get any better, Tom swiftly pulled you closer to him. Before you could question his sudden actions, he cupped your cheek, leaned in and gave you a sweet kiss on the lips.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for the longest time too.” He cheekily smiled as he caressed your cheek with his thumb.

You laughed and he laughed. Not minding the blood curdling fangirl and fanboy screams the fans were yelling out. You could only imagine the amount of tweets and tumblr posts you’ll be tagged in later on.

I TOOK ONE FOR THE TEAM AND LISTENED TO REPUTATION

And I have THOUGHTS.

Yes- I got a bootleg and no I will not say where from or link it since the Swifties are going to be busting blood vessels that I heard I already.  

These are my thoughts and opinions; I am not stating anything as fact ok, lawyers?

Now- I heard a lot of lines of shade at Tom but I feel like one song is actually about him- Getaway Car and another lumps him a Calvin together-I Did Something Bad.

GETAWAY CAR

It was the best of times the worst of crimes

Struck a match and blew your mind, but I didn’t mean it, and you didn’t see it

The ties were black but the lies were white with shades of gray in candlelight

I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason.

X marks the spot where we fell apart, he poisoned the well, I was lying to myself

I knew it from the first old fashioned we were cursed we never had a shotgun shot in the dark

You were driving the getaway car, we were flying but we didn’t get far

Don’t pretend it’s such a mystery, think about the place you first met me.

Riding in a getway car, there were sirens in the beat of your heart, should have known I’d be the first to leave, think about the place where you first met me

In a getway car, no they never get far, nothing good starts in a getaway car (sometimes is geddaway and other times she hits the hard T)

It was a great escape, a prison break, the light of freedom on my face but you weren’t thinking (pronounced WER- ENT), and I was just drinking

Well he was running after us I was screaming go, go, go but with the three of us honey is a side show

and a circus ain’t a love story and now we’re both sorry.

X marks the spot where we fell apart, he poisoned the well, I was lying to myself

I knew it from the first old fashioned we were cursed we never had a shotgun shot in the dark

You were driving the getaway car, we were flying but we didn’t get far

Don’t pretend it’s such a mystery; think about the place you first met me.

Riding in a getaway, there were sirens in the beat of your heart, should have known I’d be the first to leave, think about the place where you first met me

In a getway car, no they never get far, nothing good starts in a getaway car

We were (some word I don’t understand in her breathy non-singing bullshit style), Bonnie and Clyde, until I switched to the other side ( to the other side) It’s not surprise I turned you in, cause us traitors never win.

I was driving in a getaway car

I was crying in a getaway car

I was dying in a getaway car

Said goodbye in a getaway car.

So there you go people, she absolutely used him as a distraction from the Calvin drama and had ZERO feeling for him. She just needed a “driver”. And of course she blaming him (don’t be surprised) and don’t think that “we both sorry” is some kind of apology. She’s only sorry it made her look bad.

I Did Something Bad

I never trust a narcissist – but they love me (because they can see their OWN KIND)

So I play him like a violin and I make it look OH SO EASY.

I can feel the flames on my skin, crimson red paint on my lips

If a man talks shit then I owe him nothing, I don’t regret it one bit cause he had it coming

They said I didn’t something bad, but why’s it feel so good

Most fun I ever had and I’d do it over and over and over again if I could

I just felt so… good.

I never trust a playboy, but they love me, so I fly them all around the world and let them think they saved me…

They never see it coming, what I do next- this is how the world works, you gotta leave before you get left.

I can feel the flames on my skin, he says don’t throw away a good thing, but if he drops my name then I owe him nothin’, and if he spends my change then he had it coming.

They said I didn’t something bad, but why’s it feel so good

Most fun I ever had and I’d do it over and over and over again if I could

I just felt so… good.

They are burning all the witches even if you aren’t one

They got their pitchforks and proof, receipts and reasons

So light me UP, go ahead and light me UP

So clearly the first verse is Calvin and the second is Tom. I would love to light you up BITCH.

Other songs:

“This is why we can’t have nice…….things” (that’s how she sings it, with this huge pause) sounds exactly like a Lorde song and it either to Karlie or Katy or some friend she thinks had done her wrong. Real original.

End Game is a dumpster fire (both she and Ed Sheeran attempt to “rap”)

Dress-“I only bought this dress so you can take it off” is the super sexy lyric her family couldn’t listen to – a song in which the chorus include the line- “I don’t want you like a best friend” which is ODD- it’s supposed to be about sex? You wouldn’t know except she attempts this breathy moan that sounds like a trapped seal.

King of My Heart includes the lyric- “All the boys in their fancy cars, Range Rovers and JagUars (which she says in an emphasized British way) never took me quite where you do.”  Can I assume Calvin has a Range Rover?

Don’t Blame Me and any of the rest are unlistenable.  I won’t even bother.

I’m guessing King of My Heart is the video she shot in London so that will be next.  

Overall- crappy pop that she tries to make edgy with strange, loud, blaring instrumentation and over-produced vocals that are breathy yet high pitched in the most annoying way.

In the end, shockingly, she was kind of honest about Tom- she used him and left him before he could leave her and he should have known.