stand under my umbrella


Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warning(s): Implied Smut, Fluff ending

A/N: I apologize it’s so short I’m trying to get into the groove of writing more.

Originally posted by thehomecominghero

God you don’t know how shook this had me

Sitting in the audience you cheer as Zendaya finishes her 24k performance, blowing her a kiss as she goes to sit. Tom had forced you not to come to his rehearsals because he wanted it to be a surprise.

“Surprise my ass I want to see you dance. ” You narrow your eyes as Tom laughs before holding your face in his hands.

“Please love I’m sure you’re going to very much enjoy this surprise. ” Tom grinned kissing your forehead. As Tessa tangled in between your legs trying to break you both apart to pay attention to her.

“Do you promise that Holland.” Tom rolls his eyes wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you into a short sweet kiss.

“Promise. ” Toms hand slid down your waist to firmly fondle your behind. Slapping his hand away you kiss him again finally breaking away to go play with Tessa.

“I’m singing in the rain,I’m singing in the rain, what a glorious feeling. I’m happy again. Just singing. Singing in the rain. ” You laugh silently as Tom tap dances before jumping onto the lamppost.

‘Why didn’t he let me go to rehearsal this isn’t that bad.’ The thought made you huff before the background was taken off the stage unveiling a make up covered Tom with a corset on.

“Oh my god. ” If it wasn’t connected to your skull your jaw would’ve fallen to the floor. ‘Rihanna’s Umbrella’ blared through the speakers as Tom walked up to the front of the stage the dancers following behind.

Zendaya laughed along I mean it was the only thing she could so it was clear that she had lost. Toms eyes were locked on yours as he danced sending a wink your way before walking towards Zendaya.

Holding back a laugh you watch as Tom falls quickly fixing his mistake as “rain” began to pour. Slightly wincing at Tom landing on his back which you knew he was going to complain about later, and then ask for a massage. The show was a blur until you finally were able to see Tom.

Rushing backstage almost tripping on cords and wires you make it to Toms dressing room not bothering to knock.

“What the hell was that!” Tom who was in the process of wiping away his lipstick and mascara he turns a small frown on his face.

“You didn’t like it?” Tom’s frown made your heart hurt.

“I LOVED IT!” You quickly reply before hugging him.

“Tom that was amazing my jaw was dropped the entire time. I swear I was catching flies. ” Toms giggles echoes through the room making his nose crinkle. God this man was cute without even trying.

“Now on a more important note. ” Seeing one of Tom’s eyebrows raise you lean to whisper in his ear.

“Your corset was nice, but I could show you one better. If your not to tired. ” Tom rapidly e-shook his head up and down grabbing his clothes, quickly shoving them in a bag before grabbing your hand.

“You could stand under my umbrella anytime, love.”

Quickly waving goodbye to Zendaya, Chrissy and John Legend. Tom opens the door of his car letting you sit before making a mad dash to the drivers seat.

Before Tom starts the car he pulls you into a very long kiss. His lips were slightly salty from all the sweat but it was worth it. Feeling his hands trail down to your waist you pull away hearing him whine.

“Tom I’m not doing it in a car with you…again. ” Tom rolls his eyes giving you another peck on the lips finally starting the car.

“Your lucky I’m a patient one darling. ”

“Good things come to those who wait.”

“You’re the one who’s going to be cuming.”

“Tom!” You slap his arm as he laughs rather loudly.

“You’re such a little shit. ” You groan running your hand through your hair.

“A little shit that you are in love with. ” Toms hand grabs your own as he places a kiss on it glancing at you quickly before smiling.

I know you’re tired from walking in the rain alone. I’m not going to ask you to stand under my umbrella because you have one of your own. I think my coat arm can survive a down pour if you could risk getting a wet sleeve then I promise to reach my hand out to hold yours.
—  Jenna, Umbrella
A Trip To The Dentist {Tom Holland}

Summary: You Sam and Harrison went to the dentist with Tom since he was a bit nervous to go by himself, after his surgery was done you guys went into the room..

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: swearing, cute Tom.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/n: I know many people write about this but I really had a lot of fun writing this in my spare time so please give it a read.

“But please Y/n.” Tom begged you, holding on to your hands pulling you out of the door of his house in Montreal.

“Tom I have other things to do,” you reasoned, trying to pull your hand back from his grip but he was too strong.

“Please just one time, you know how scary the dentist is?” He asked, pulling your hand close to his chest before resting them on his pectorals.

You looked around trying to find help, you saw Harrison but all he did was smiled at you. You didn’t want to tell Tom that you were scared of the dentist, since when you were little the dentist was where you had your worse memories.

“Fine but only this time.” You gave in.

“Thank you so much,” Tom kissed your hands. Sam and Harrison got into the car as you two followed. You guys sat in the car for a few minutes before you guys arrived at the dentist. The sight of the dentist have already made you nervous and it got worse when you entered the building.

“How long do we have to wait?” Sam asked, sitting down on one of the couches.

“Probably an hour since Tom is a whinny person.” Harrison said as you and Sam laughed to yourselves quietly.

The smell of the dentist seeped into your noise, bringing back unpleasant memories, mind flashing back to the horrifying equipments and the needles, god. The smell of the doctors silicon gloves pierced through your nostrils, causing you to crunched your nose up. Closing your eyes, you leaned back onto the couch, trying to calm your heart rate.

“You okay, Y/n?” Tom asked, placing his hands on your lower thigh, rubbing small circles. You nodded your head lightly, gulping down the memories.

A few minutes later the doctor came out and called Tom. You guys could see the corridor from where you guys were sitting, before Tom went into the room, he turned to you guys and pouted.

You playfully blew him a kiss causing him to laugh before he took a deep breath and went into the room where the doctor was waiting patiently.

“Do you think he’ll be okay?” You asked Harrison staring onto the carpet beneath your feet.

“Most likely, any minute he’ll realize that it’s not as bad.” Harrison answered.

“I hope so.” You mumbled under your breath, closing your eyes once again leaning back into the couch. The smell of the dentist still gave you goosebumps, everything in the room reminding you of the terrifying memories.

About an hour later the doctor came out and told you guys that he was done with Tom’s surgery for his wisdom teeth. Harrison took out his phone and prepared to film Tom. You guys went into the room quietly trying not to wake Tom up.

But as soon as Harrison sat on the chairs in the room, Tom’s eyes fluttered open, his eye lids were heavy, as he looked through his eyelashes at Sam and Haz. He squinted his eyes to make sure that the boys were real.

He didn’t spot you yet since you were in the corner of the room to the right of his bed, hiding from him on purpose.

He sat up from the bed slowly, balancing himself on the way, before he grabbed his phone with his left hand and an ice pack in the other. “You bastard,” Tom said when he saw Harrison filming. Tom looked down at his slightly spread legs and said, “I think I just gave birth.”

“Where..where’s my girlfriend?” Tom asked later, squinting his eyes once again, looking at Sam and Harrison.

“I don’t know, Sam do you know where she is?” Harrison asked, turning to Sam winking at him.

“Um no, I don’t actually.” He shook his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, trying not to laugh.

“Oh,” Tom mumbled sadly.

He then lifted the ice to his left ear, resting it there for a second, “Hello?” He said bluntly, causing Harrison and Sam to laughed as you stood in the corner, covering your mouth. He waited for a few seconds but there was no respond.

“I feel like you’re going to have to call back,” Haz said. Tom nodded agreeing Harrison.

Tom was trying to get out of the bed but was struggling so Sam had to help him. He was going to help Tom down but decided against it and slowly helped Tom lay down again, putting his hand behind Tom’s back.

In the corner you were covering your mouth from the cutest of the two. Tom then laid there for a few minutes in silence, mumble random things to himself. He brought his phone up to his face, opening the camera, checking his face, “I look… dope.”

Harrison and Sam left to go grab something to eat, leaving you and Tom alone in the room, “These bastards left me and they don’t even know where my girlfriend is,” Tom said to himself, shaking his head on the white pillow. Then he suddenly yelled out of frustration, “GOD DAMN IT!”

“I swear to god if they kidnapped her or if they let anybody touch her I’ll kill them. Everybody in the world knows that Y/n mine.” He said with his eyes closed, “I don’t deserve her but I know how to treat her right.”

You sat on one of the chairs on the corner watching him the whole time, looking at him when he thought that nobody could see him. People would probably think that you were acting creepy, sitting there in the corner. He started swaying his head from side to side humming a song, moving his hands in the air like a drunk man. He cursed when he accidentally punched himself lightly on his right cheeks. “IdoiT.”

Suddenly, a lady walked into room, smiling at you and Tom. Tom leaned up, squinting his eyes at the lady as she collected the equipments. “Are you my girlfriend?” He asked with his low, sleepy voice.

The woman looked up from the desk and turned to look at Tom, she raised her brows at him before shaking her head.

“If you see a pretty girl with (y/h/c) and (y/e/c) who looks like this,” he showed the lady a picture of you and Tom causing the lady to smile wider, “tell her to come to me please.” Tom said before he leaned back down into his bed.

“Is that pretty girl over there your beautiful girlfriend?” The nurse pointed at you.

“Huh?” Tom muttered confused before he turned to the corner you were in. You stood up from the chair and walked over to Tom grinning at him. “She’s the one.” Tom laughed to himself, closing his eyes a bit from the drug that was racing through his blood vessels.

“THANK YOU!” Tom thanked the lady dramatically before he shifted his attention to you, smiling happily. You brought the chair closer to his bed and sat on it, holding his hands kissing them then placing them on your cheek.

Tom stared at you with admiration, his eyes lighting up as he grinned widely with his droopy eyes. His eyes shifted around your face, looking at your freckles and the flaws that were perfect to him.

“Do you need anything?” You asked then remembered that that was the first sentence you said to him two years ago when you noticed him staring at you in one of the small cafe in London on the day you met.

“I need your number,” he said remembering the first sentence he said to you.

“How about no?” You asked him the second thing you said to him.

“How about we talk for the rest of the day and see if you will change your mind?” Your heart swelled knowing that he remembered everything from that day. The memories of that day were particularly tattooed on your guys’ brain. It was kind of weird for you guys to relive that day in the dentist but you guys didn’t care.

“You remembered,” you smiled against his hands.

“Of course I DO.” Tom said puckering his lips on the word ‘do’ and continued to look at you, his eyes full of love. Later Harrison texted you saying that Tom was allowed to leave.

Carefully, you put your hand on his back and your other hand under his knee, slowly lifting his legs of the bed. You let him sit there for a seconds not wanting him to be more dizzy. You then put his right arm on your shoulders as Tom stood up. You walked out of the room as if you were helping a man with a broken leg. Tom shook his head a few times, trying to focus on the things in front of him as the floor swayed under him.

You guys got in the car with you and Tom sat in the back seat. Tom’s head was on your shoulders as he closed his eyes.

“Tom is such a child,” Sam joked.

“I heard that!” Tom yelled, causing you to flinched a bit. Tom brought his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them and leaned closer to you, resting his whole body against yours. You looked down Tom who was now a small of sunshine(and have always been) as he was laughing and singing to himself.

You can stand under my umbrella-ella-el-”

“Tom please shut up.” Sam said, glancing back at you guys.

“You can’t tell me what to do. I’M SPIDER-MAN!” He shouted once again with his eyes still closed, he then pretended that he was shooting spider webs at Sam with a small sound affect of ‘pss pss’ every time he pressed the ‘button’.

When you guys arrived at Tom’s house, he went into the living room and sat in one of the chairs. “I WANT MY JUICE BOX! GIVE ME MY JUICE BOX LISTEN TO YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD SPIDER-MAN!”

“You little fuck-tard we have no juice box just drink water.” Harrison yelled from the other room.

“THEN GIVE ME  A QUACKSON! OR UNE POMME DE TERRE!” You sat next to Tom as he pouted his lips. You looked at him as he moved his tongue around his mouth before poking it out for you to see, the gauze was on the edge of his tongue before he opened his mouth wider letting it rolled down his tongue and onto the table.

“Thomas!” You said and used your finger nails to pick it up and threw it in the trash. You heard him said 'whoops’ when you were done.

“Je suis Une Pomme De Terre,” Tom said and continued to pout.

“No you’re not, I think Le Fromage would be a better word to describe you,” you joked. (Excuse my French I stopped learning the language many years ago not sure if it’s correct.)

You and Tom then went to the couch, Tom rested his head on your chest and left the rest of his body on the small space on the couch, laying on his stomach, you played with his hair trying to calm him down. After a few minutes he did fell a sleep.

Your felt something wet on your chest and looked down to see to Tom drooled on you but you didn’t mind, you were pretty sure that you drooled on him many times before. You slowly reached for one of the tissue from the coffee table and cleaned the drool off his face and your shirt.

Before you go to sleep, you rested one of your hands on Tom’s head and the other on his back and shoulder before you leaned down and rested your head on the arm rest.


Levihan Spook Fest Free Spot:


You can stand under my umbrella.

¼ Less Wise [Peter Parker x Reader]

Prompt: None

Words: 657

Warning: None

Alright, so this is not the best thing in the world, this entire thing was kinda just half-assed. I just felt I needed to write something, I have a bunch of half-finished fics for prompts, and I’ll try to finish those soon. I’m gonna try and be more active, sorry guys. <3

“I am not going.”

“Peter, c’mon! It’s not that bad, it’ll be over before you know it.” You pleaded, the two of you were already late for his dentist appointment.

“(Y/N) I don’t want to get my teeth removed!” He whined.

“Peter you’ll be asleep the whole time, it’s gonna be fine, let’s go we’re already late.”

Reluctantly, Peter got into the car with you and Aunt May and drove to the dentist. The entire time he had his arms crossed and a pout on his face, and refused to speak to anyone. When you arrived together, he kept whining and stomping his foot as a child would when not upset. You were led into the operating room and he was getting more and more anxious as he sat in the dental chair, waiting for his turn to have his teeth yanked out. Peter was so high-strung, he almost fell out of his chair when his doctor finally arrived.

“Mr. Parker! Are you ready to begin?”

He furiously shook his head no. The dentist laughed, but began the procedure anyways.

Everything had gone almost smoothly, the doctor said it would take awhile for him to wake up, since they had to keep giving him more anaesthesia because it kept wearing off. When he finally woke up he looked around the room in confusion.

“What the hell?”

“Peter, do you know where you are?”

He just stared at you for a long time.

“You’re at the dentist, Peter.” May said, chuckling.

“Woahhhhh!” He said in amazement, “What’s a dentist?”

You both giggled at his drugged induced state. Once the doctor said Peter was free to go, you and May helped him into the car.

“Babe, there’s something wrong with my mouth, “ he kept feeling his face, “Can you kiss it better?”

“No, Peter, not while your mouth is stuffed with cotton balls.”

Suddenly, Peter bursts into tears and sobbed loudly, “You don’t love me anymore?!”


“I know I’m not the best, but I thought we had something special.” He sniffles into his sleeve.

“Fine.” You give him a peck on the lips, and he seemed satisfied.

“Okay, babe, don’t tell anyone this but I have a secret, it’s like classified, very hush hush.” He whispered-yelled.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, don’t tell anyone, do not okay? Don’t.”

“I promise, Peter.” You smiled at his adorable antics.

“Okay, well… I’m Spider-Man.”

You fake gasped. Of course you already knew this, he told you months ago about this secret, but you played along anyways.

The rest of car ride was filled with random questions, corny puns and pickup lines. He ended up wearing himself out and fell asleep on your shoulder. Aunt May helped you carry him into his room, and set him on the bottom of his bunk bed. Ned and MJ came over to check up on him, but it was more for kicks than compassion. When Peter woke up, the medication was still affecting him so his loopy-ness didn’t stop there. To pass the time, you decided to put on the Star Wars movies.

Halfway through the first movie Peter whispered, “Hey Babe, you wanna see my lightsaber?” And wiggled his eyebrows.

“Oh my god, Peter.” You laughed.

“Leia’s buns ain’t got nothing on yours.”

“Peter, there’s people here.”

“Unlike Han Solo, I won’t shoot first.” He winked.

Ned was made gagging noises, “Congrats, you have single-handedly ruin Star Wars for me.”

“Ned, you’re just jealous you can’t hit this.” And motioned to his body.

“Oh my god, Peter.” You were crying at this point.

He got up and started dancing and singing.

“You can stand under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh!”

“Somebody please record this.” MJ already whipped out her phone.

“Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh!”

“Where the hell did he learn how twerk?”

Peter was never going to hear the end of this.


Standing out in the rain

♦"Darling, come back inside! You’ll catch cold!“
♦"But Tom… It feels good.”
♦Tom running out to join you, an umbrella in his hand.
♦"You can stand under my umbrella.“ he smiles.

Starting play fights with just about anything

🔹"Pass me the flour please?“
🔹Tom flicking a small bunch at you, causing you to gasp and flick some back
🔹"Oh it’s on Love.”
🔹You guys throwing things at each other whilst running through the house.
🔹"No. NO. Put. The. Cookie. Batter. Down darling.“
🔹"Not until you put down the egg.”
🔹"What egg? You mean..this one?“ he says, cracking it and throwing the excess gunk at you.
🔹You flinging some of the cookie batter at him and he tackles you to the ground.
🔹"We did a good job.” he says on top of you and wiping off a piece of batter and eating it. He kisses you and you giggle.
🔹“Mmm. Cookie Batter.”

Shutting you up with kisses

🔸"Love, it’s just a movie.“ 🔸"Just a movie Tom? That’s like saying Tessa is just a dog.”
🔸"Love, she is a dog.“ he says laughing.
🔸"Oh hush up. You know what I mean. I just don’t understand why-”
🔸His lips meet yours, stopping you.
🔸"Darling I love you…but shut up.“ he smiles.

Him stressed from shooting

⭐"Princess… I need you… I’ve had such a shit day. I need my princess” he texts.
⭐"Aw Tom… You want to go out and eat?“
⭐"Not really..”
⭐"Want me to drive to the set? “
⭐"A little…..”
⭐"You’re such a baby. I’m on my way.“
⭐"Am not! And hurrryyy.”

Him traveling messes up your guys’ time zones

💬"It’s 3am and I want you to know that I really fucking love you"
💬"I don’t care. Your good mornings are more important than sleep.“
💬"No… Sleep is important my Love. Goodnight, and I’ll see you real soon ❤”
💬"Love you Tom 💙"

Him texting you before his plane lands at the airport

⚡"Did you know…"
⚡"Know what?“
⚡"That I love you.”
⚡"Lol did you know…"
⚡"That I love you.”
⚡"I love you too.“
⚡"To the moon and back?”
⚡"Forever my darling.“
⚡"And ever.“

You guys going over to his parents house during the holidays

🌺 Him letting you wrap your legs around his as you both watched a movie in his room upstairs
🌺Running your hands through his hair as he moved to lay on you lap.
🌺Playing with his hands after
🌺Falling asleep in his arms whilst at his parents house due to jet lag
🌺"Tom! Y/N! Dinner’s ready!“ His mom calls, going upstairs. She opens the door to see you guys snuggled up and smiles
🌺You wake up later on, to see Tom and his brothers outside playing Basketball from his window.
🌺You going downstairs to see his parents talking
🌺"Oh! Hope you and Tom slept well. Dinner is in the kitchen if you would like some dear.“ his mom said smiling.
🌺"We’re glad he’s found someone to keep him grounded. Harrison wasn’t enough.” His father jokes.

You having to leave due to a job matter

💎"I hate waking up early.“ You tell Tom, stuffing your bag.
💎"I hate waking up.. And hearing your voice over the phone.. When I should be hearing it right next to me.” he says, his head resting on your shoulder as you packed.
💎"I love you.“ you whisper, facing Tom.
💎"I love you.“he says, pecking your cheek and grabbing his keys to drive you to the airport.

You guys are home, walking around the park.

👑"Hey darling?”
👑"Yes Tom”
👑"I wanna be a superhero. Guess my name.“
👑"Nope. Your Man.”
👑"You’re a dork Holland.“

Tom only having another week of break before he goes to New York to shoot

✨You start dancing around as you clean the living room barefoot.
✨Him watching you and then joining you.
✨Him dipping and spinning you.
✨"Guess all those dance lessons paid off.“ he teases.
✨"And by dance lessons you mean genetics” you smile.
✨Him showering you wirh kisses because you’re adorable
✨"Did *Kiss* I Kiss* tell *Kiss* you *Kiss* that* Kiss* I *Kiss* love *Kiss* You? *Kiss*

Going home and just enjoying each others company before he has to leave for shooting

🌟"Darling, I love you.“ he says as you guys are doing a 100 piece puzzle on the floor.
🌟You look up at him, sitting up just to peck his cheek.
🌟"I love you too.”
🌟You guys kiss and it gets heated
🌟Him being an absolute gentlemen
🌟But can be whatever you want if you ask
🌟Him always making sure you’re okay as you guys progress more. 👉👌

Dropping him off at the airport

💫Kissing him goodbye at the airport and turning to leave, only to have him call your name
💫"Yes Tom?“
💫You see his bags on the floor and arms wide open
💫You go and hug him
💫"I just needed to smell you again.” he whispers.
💫You giggle and kiss his chest
💫"I left a jacket of mine in your bag. The one I always wear but it’s too big for me?“
💫"Of course.” he says, looking down and smiling
💫You guys kiss one last time and wave goodbye as he enters the tunnel.

Rooftop Season (Peter Parker x Reader) Part 3

You make amends with Peter, and discover, in a very awkward way, that you have similar tastes in music. 

A/N: I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far!! And that I haven’t been kept you waiting too long for this part haha I’ve been a bit busy at uni. 

Tag list: @teacoffeeandstudies@rosaetum

Parts: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7]

You sat at the back of the library. It was lunchtime and you were furiously working your way through your math homework. It was due the next period, and, much to your dismay, you’d forgotten all about it. So now here you were, isolated, instead of spending quality time with friends, worrying for your academic success. 

Music blared from your earbuds as you flipped through the pages of the textbook, wondering miserably why these math problems couldn’t solve themselves. It would make life so much easier.

Someone pulled out a chair from the table beside you but you didn’t look, too busy punching numbers into the calculator. 

“What?” you whispered angrily when you got the wrong answer for question 14 again. You shook your calculator, as if it was the device’s fault you were struggling so hard. You sat back defeated and groaned.

“You ok?” came the quiet inquiry from beside you.

You glanced over to see Peter staring at you, and managed to keep your expression neutral. He was not someone you currently wanted to engage with -not since the way he treated you yesterday. 

Keep reading