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Pedido por: Anonimo

Notas: Desculpem pela demora, o previsto era postar na semana passada mas aconteceram alguns problemas pessoais. Já estou terminando os pedidos e se tudo ocorrer bem, posto ainda essa semana. Espero que gostem ♥


Um navio se partiu ao meio por conta de uma bomba ainda não identificada, possivelmente se trata de um ataque terrorista — a repórter dizia na televisão, enquanto recebia informações a todo momento. — O Homem-Aranha foi visto no local segurando as duas partes do navio de maneira impressionante! Segundo gravações de cinegrafistas amadores, logo em seguida, ajudando o amigo da vizinhança, o Homem de Ferro salvou o dia, juntando o navio novamente e ajudando a salvar os passageiros.

Desliguei a televisão, ainda impressionada com o que havia acabado de escutar.

Peter e eu combinamos de estudar para a prova de biologia que iria acontecer amanhã, e como eu ainda não tinha conseguido entender parte do assunto, ele se ofereceu para me ajudar. Mas ele já estava há exatos quarenta e cinco minutos atrasado. Como Homem Aranha, ele teve um imprevisto (e dos grandes), e era isso o que me deixava preocupada: não saber se ele estava a salvo.

O alívio tomou conta do meu corpo quando Peter apareceu na minha janela, abrindo-a e entrando rapidamente, vindo até mim. Mas algo estava diferente, ele estava usando a roupa do aranha que criou logo quando ganhou os poderes, sendo que já tinha um uniforme tecnológico dado por Tony Stark.

Peter afastou o capuz do traje improvisado e tirou a máscara, apenas para me cumprimentar com um selinho rápido. E sua cara não estava nada boa.

— Você tá bem? Se machucou? — o abracei, mas ele não correspondeu. Passei a checar cada canto de seu corpo, procurando por algum ferimento que, felizmente, não encontrei. 

— Eu não me machuquei — ele disse simplesmente, sem desfazer a cara emburrada. — Os seus pais estão em casa? 

— Sim — respondi, estranhando a pergunta aleatória. — Por que?

— Vem — ele segurou minha mão, me puxando para a janela. 

— Onde vamos? — perguntei, mas ele não respondeu. O puxei, fazendo-o parar e obrigando-o a me olhar. — Peter, espera, o que aconteceu?

— Eu… — ele começou, mas travou. — só quero conversar, mas os seus pais podem ouvir sobre o Homem Aranha, ou me ver com essa roupa. Quero te levar pra outro lugar.

A julgar por sua raiva e expressão de criança emburrada, e Peter nunca fazia isso, deduzi que algo sério estava acontecendo. 

Assenti, e ele colocou a máscara novamente. Em seguida, envolvendo minha cintura com seu braço, lançou uma teia em um poste. Fechei os olhos e me agarrei nele quando que saímos do chão. Aquilo ainda era apavorante para mim, mesmo já tendo feito várias vezes. Senti o vento bater no meu rosto, e aquilo me deixava ainda mais assustada, mas para uma pessoa com um medo incontrolável de altura, eu estava até me saindo bem.

— Chegamos — ele disse assim que pisamos no chão, e me permiti respirar aliviada. 

Abri os olhos e a vista me deixou sem ar novamente. Estávamos na Ponte do Brooklyn e podia ver toda a cidade ao longe. O céu estava numa coloração entre azul e laranja, não havia nenhuma nuvem e o sol estava começando a se por. A tarde não podia estar mais linda.

Mas Peter ainda estava bravo com alguma coisa.

— Agora pode me contar por que você está assim? — indaguei, me sentando no chão e ele se sentou ao meu lado. — Deveríamos estar conversando sobre o fato de você quase ter se matado naquele navio? E por que viemos aqui?

— Gosto da vista — ele disse. Observei seu cabelo balançar levemente com o vento. Ele olhava para o céu, parecia refletir sobre algo. — Eu estraguei tudo, S/N, e agora o sr. Stark pegou o uniforme.

— Por quê?

— Eu não sei — Peter resmungou, com raiva. Nisso, ele se levantou com um salto. Sempre que ele estava nervoso ficava inquieto desse jeito. — Ele está sempre me dizendo o que fazer e o que não fazer, me trata como uma criança!

— Mas você é uma criança — eu disse calmamente, em tom de brincadeira, e ele me olhou com uma cara que dizia “como você se atreve?”. — Quero dizer, você não é uma criança, de jeito nenhum, você é um homem!

Tentei segurar o riso e ele me repreendeu.

— Não tá ajudando.

— Desculpa — pedi. — Quer me contar o que realmente aconteceu? Tipo, do começo?

Ele suspirou.  

— Sabe quando saímos do colégio e pedi pra você voltar sozinha? Eu estava planejando te despistar pra evitar perguntas e preocupações por que… — comentou, apoiando-se na grade da ponte e olhando para a cidade. — eu meio que segui uma gangue que estava traficando armas, e tentei pará-los sozinho. As coisas saíram do controle e bombas explodiram. Mas eu consegui dar conta.

— É, eu vi na TV — comentei. — Se você chama quase se partir ao meio junto com o navio de dar conta, então tudo bem, pode continuar.

Peter revirou os olhos.

— O sr. Stark apareceu e me ajudou. Mas logo depois pediu que eu devolvesse o uniforme. Eu tentei explicar que estava tentando ser como ele, mas ele queria que eu fosse melhor.

— Não se culpe, você estava tentando fazer a coisa certa.

— É, mas foi do jeito errado — engoliu em seco. — E agora eu perdi a unica coisa que me fazia ser um herói.

— Ok, Peter, me escuta — me levantei, indo até ele e o abraçando por trás. — A culpa não é sua nem dele. Ele só estava preocupado com você e as pessoas naquele navio. Dá um desconto, ele está tentando ser um bom tutor pra você.

Ele se afastou, virando-se de frente para mim.

— Quando visto o uniforme consigo ser eu mesmo, entende? — ele disse já mais calmo, e agora parecia triste. — Mesmo assumindo uma outra identidade, quando eu sou o Homem Aranha eu posso me livrar de toda a timidez, ansiedade, tudo… Eu não sou nada sem o uniforme.

Segurei seu rosto levemente e ele fechou os olhos, sentindo o toque.

— Quem faz o Homem Aranha ser um herói não é a roupa que ele veste, é você — falei, com toda a certeza que uma pessoa pode ter. — Você é o herói, Peter, e não precisa do uniforme pra isso.

Ele abaixou a cabeça, suas bochechas estavam levemente vermelhas. Peter sorriu, me abraçando forte. Rindo, ele me tirou do chão, girando nossos corpos como em um filme romântico.

— Eu acho que precisava ouvir isso — disse, após depositar um selinho nos meus lábios. — Obrigado.

Sorri, devolvendo seu carinho com outro beijo.  

— Sabe o que podemos fazer agora? — lancei um olhar cúmplice, e ele parece ter entendido.

— Maratona dos filmes de Star Wars?  

— Isso! — comemorei. — Mas acho que podemos ficar mais um pouco e admirar essa paisagem, não podemos?

Peter me apertou mais.

— Claro, amor — disse, colando nossos lábios. — Eu amo você.

Sorri. Todas as vezes que ele dizia isso, suas bochechas coravam.

— Eu também amo você, garoto aranha — falei, e o vi revirar os olhos, divertido.

Olhei adiante, apenas sentindo a brisa do fim de tarde bater em meu rosto, e me senti a garota mais sortuda do mundo por ter o Peter ali comigo.

||| Part One ||| Part Two ||| Part Three ||| 


“It’s, um, Peter, right?”

Peter’s head snapped up at the sound of his name. Kind of shocked to see [Y/N] standing in front of him and Ned, he lost his grip on the table. Catching himself before he fell face first into their project, he cleared his throat, “Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, that’s me. Peter….”

“Nice, dude.” Ned snickered. 

Flashing his friend a dirty look, he quickly turned back towards [Y/N]. She was awkwardly standing in front of their workshop table, he could sense that she was a bit nervous. “Did you need something?” He asked with a smile. 

[Y/N]’s cheeks turned a little tinge of pink, something that had never happened to Peter. He had never made a girl blush before. Looking down at her feet, she bit her lip. “Yeah, actually I do. Um, well, how do I put this.” She looked back up at Peter’s confused expression. “I’m about to fail this class.”

“No fucking way.” Ned gasped, “You’re like the smartest girl in this school.” 

Peter clenched his jaw, closing his eyes. “Ned.” He warned. 

Ned shrugged, “What? She is. I don’t think she’s ever failed a class. It’s just shocking, that’s all.” 

Peter shook his head, giving Ned a look to shut up. Turning to face [Y/N] again, he gently raised a brow. “And you need me to?” 

Taking a deep breath, she pointed to Ned, “I actually failed Spanish in middle school by the way but,” looking at Peter, she exhaled in defeat. “not trying to exploit your mechanical genius or anything but Mr. Harding said if I can come up with at least three projects that can move, speak, and think on its own, he won’t fail me and give me a passing grade.” Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she bit her lip. “I’ve come up with the first two…kind of, not really but the last one I can’t seem to figure out. And I was wondering if you could help….me.” 

Ned’s eyes widened as he smiled. Slapping Peter on the back, he cheered out. “OF course he can!”

[Y/N] gave Ned a peculiar look, “I appreciate you speaking for Peter, Ned. But, it’s not your time that I’d be wasting. I’m completely helpless when it comes to wiring. I just don’t understand.”

Peter watched her babble on about her inability to mechanically engineer things. He couldn’t help but smile, she was kind of cute when she panicked. She was one of those girls that never talked much outside her circle of friends and seemed unbelievably shy. He could relate to her. 

“I’ll do it.” Peter said, cutting off her ramble of paying him too. Shaking his head, he crossed his arms, smiling. “You don’t have to pay me. We can trade services. I help you with your project and you help me study for the History exam.” 

Her eyes lit up, “Really?”

Nodding, “Yeah, definitely.”

Reaching into her totebag, she tore a piece of paper from her notebook and scribbled down her number. “You seriously have no idea how much this means to me, Peter!” Handing him her number, she gave a shy smile. “Just, uh, um, text me whenever you figure out your schedule and I’ll rearrange mine.” Backing up slowly, she started to blush again, “I should get back, my partner’s probably wondering where I am.” 

Peter looked down at the number and smiled. “Yeah, I’ll text you after school.” Sticking in his pocket, he looked back down at his project.

Ned leaned in, “Dude, did that just happen?” 

“Shut up, Ned.” Peter rolled his eyes. 

“No seriously, did it? Because I’m pretty sure that it didn’t. [Y/N] is like the most underrated girl in our school. She’s so pretty that she doesn’t even know she’s pretty.” 

Squinting his eyes, Peter looked at Ned, “What does that even mean?” 

Squeezing his arm, Ned squealed out. “It means you have a chance dude.” 

Peter shook his head and glanced across the room. He chuckled silently at [Y/N] desperately trying to understand what her partner was telling her. Ned had a point, she was extremely pretty and he could bet she didn’t even know her worth. Looking back down at their open wires, he shrugged, “Yeah maybe.” 

“Nice.” Bumping Peter to do their little hand shake, Ned whispered. “Liz Allen who, whaaat?” 


||| Part One ||| Part Two ||| Part Three ||| 

Dating Tom would include

Request:  Could you do a “Dating Tom would include…” please? I’m completely in love with your writing by the way. I think I spent over an hour reading your drabbles 😂😂


Originally posted by tomhollandislife

- Him never shutting up about how he loves being Spider-man

- You finding it adorable though

- Making fun of the way he pronounces certain words

-  “Are you making fun of my accent?!”

- I feel like he loves hugs

-Like he wouldn’t necessarily be crazy about pda but if hes ever standing behind you, he’d deffs wrap his arms around your neck and hug you that way

Originally posted by devaneiosdeninguem

- HAND H(OLDING

- LOTS OF IT

-HE’D ALWAYS HAVE AN ARM AROUND YOU TOO

-HE JUST LIKE BEING CLOSE TO YOU

- Tessa. Would. Love. You.

- Like Tom would almost be jealous about how she’d chose to cuddle you over Tom

-Tom always looks super cozy

-Probs partially because of what he’s wearing

-So it’s only natural that you’d steal his hoodies/sweatpants/jackets/tshirts

- “I swear I just had my favorite shirt right in my hand,”

- *you finish pulling it over your head* “Yeah it’s probably gone forever babe”

-CUDDLES + Marvel movie marathon

-Your guys’ relationship would be super playful

- He’d ask you who your favorite superhero is 

- And you’d say, “Pfft, not you bug head,”

- LOTS of dates

-Even if it was just a walk with Tessa, he’d bring you along and you’d be walking with linked arms

-Teasing him about how cute his hair is when it gets curly

-running your fingers through his hair

-OH GoSH

- Lots of lazy mornings with him

-omg

- Harrison being your guys’ adoptive son

- Having to take him on every road trip/…. everything

- He doesn’t even feel like a third wheel. he’d basically be the third party of the relationship

- “I found him first”

- “Well I’ve seen him naked,”

-”so have I,”

-”what”

-Going to premieres as his date

-”darling”

- Him lowkey bragging about you and wanting to show you off bc GOD DAMN

- He would spoil you sooooo much

- He’s just so happy and thankful to have you in his life and he’d show that to you in as many ways as possible.

A/n: if you want more on this just let me know

Ouch, that’s wet.

Request: Hiiiii you’re amazing soooo can I request a lil thing like tom x reader are washing their hands and their hands keep bumping into each other and they battle to get under the water and there’s like tons of soap and tom pulls the reader’s hands out of the sink and they like “hand fight” and then it gets serious and he like intertwines their hands and then a kiss or something ??? ahhhh sorry lmao the things I think of super randommmm

Summary: You’re spending time with your best friend Tom, and your original plan was to bake together, but things took a minor detour. 


Originally posted by tompollander

“You are not touching anything until you wash your dirty Tessa hands,” You exclaimed at Tom while jabbing a finger at him. 

Tom looked at you preposterously, then at his hands, before gazing down at Tessa who was looking up at him expectantly at his feet, “She didn’t mean it Tess, no, you’re a good clean girl,” he sweet talked her. 

You rolled your eyes and proceeded to gather all the ingredients for sugar cookies, “Wait a minute,” Tom returned, “you were all over Tessa when you showed up, and I didn’t see you wash your hands.” He pointed out. You thought for a minute and knew that he was true, so you walked over to the bathroom, butting in front of your best friend, “Ladies first,” you reasoned.

“Pfft, I’d hardy call you a lady,” Tom teased while squeezing himself beside you and turning on the tap.

You bumped him aside with your hip, but he only stumbled slightly, easily retrieving his balance. 

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(D) Anger

Requested.
Who: Tom Holland
Quote: And then I think that maybe I was designed to be alone.
{I seriously feel like this is not Tom at all but this is the only direction I could go}

[Y/N] had never been the jealous type until she started dating Tom. Any of the other boys she had dated, she never minded if they hung out with their girl friends. Because she’d hang out with her guy friends and not think anything of it. But, when she saw Tom with other girls, it made her blood boil and her body becoming a home to the ugly green monster. 

It would cause fights. The kind of fights where glass would be shattering and tables would be flipped over. It was a toxic kind of relationship. But it was so toxic that they didn’t even realize that it was slowly killing both of them inside. No one other than the two of them knew about their ugly fights. Tom never told Harrison and [Y/N] never told [Best Friend]. It was a terrible secret the two of them kept because neither of them wanted to admit that they could get so hateful. 

So, here they were. In the middle of [Y/N]’s living room, with the coffee table splintering from the day’s fight over Tom flirting with a random girl during an interview. [Y/N] could have broken her phone in two when she watched the clip of him touching her shoulder and hugging her throughout the short thirty seconds. 

“I swear you are the only person who brings this side of me out.” Tom growled, he was heated. Never would he ever deliberately try to hurt or upset [Y/N] in any way when he wasn’t with her. It was who he was. He was a friendly guy with a loving side. Everything he did was absolutely unintentional. 

“What a shame,” she spat. “Then maybe these girls wouldn’t throw themselves at you if they knew how you can get.” 

“Bloody fucking hell, [Y/N].” Tom raked both his hands through his hair, “You’re pissed all to hell because of me hugging someone. Do you not hear yourself?” Squinting his eyes, his voice got deeper as the anger fueled his words. “Do you not hear how ridiculous you sound? You’re on a whole different level when it comes to being a jealous girlfriend.” 

[Y/N] was fuming, stepping over the broken coffee table, she poked his chest, hard. “And how the hell would you feel if I was hugging and touching up on a random guy, Tom? You’d be pissed too.” 

Firmly grabbing her shoulders, he gently put space in between them. Tom would never lay a hand on her but he didn’t want risk her going into a blind rage. They had both seen each other’s demons when the anger consumed their thoughts and it wasn’t a pretty sight. 

“Yeah, I’d be pissed but here’s the key, [Y/N].” Tom gritted his teeth, “You get over it.”

“Get over it, you say?” [Y/N] scoffed, “Can we go back to last month when you punched a hole in my wall because I was getting too friendly with [your pick]?” Scoffing again, her jaw tightened. “You call me ridiculous but have you ever stopped to listen to your own words?” Stepping over a broken vase, she pointed to a patch of her wall that hadn’t been painted over. “Because that really seems like a ‘get over it’.” 

Tom closed his eyes and counted to ten. He couldn’t do this anymore. Just like [Y/N], he had never been a jealous person. She was right. He was being hypocritical because their fights hadn’t always been her fault. Tom was to blame too. “I can’t do this with you anymore, [Y/N].” Biting his lip, he opened his eyes. “It’s been three years of nonstop fighting and it’s getting out of hand. How many times can we keep buying the same coffee table over and over again before we realize that we’re the problem?” 

[Y/N]’s jaw clenched.

“This whole angry side of me is not who I am and it’s not who you are. Instead of bringing out the best we bring out the worst.” Sighing, he tried to calm down his blood pressure. “Anger is one letter short from being danger and if we keep going down this road, it’s going to end very badly. I think you know that.” 

“So what? We just act like we never knew each other?” Her entire body was shaking, “That we didn’t spend the last three years together? Make up some lie on why we decided to break up?” 

“I don’t know, [Y/N]. All I do know is that we can’t do this. We can’t be together.” 

Pointing towards him, she growled. “Careful what you say, Tom. Because once they’re said, there’s no going back.”

Nodding, he picked up his jacket. Looking around the room, he shook his head. “No matter what I do, I won’t be able to look at you and pretend to feel nothing. I do love you, [Y/N]. It’s just….” Running a hand over his face, “We’re not good for each other. We never were. You literally bring out the worst in me and I know I bring it out in you too.” Turning towards the door, “And then I think that maybe I’m designed to be alone because I can never keep a relationship alive. It falls apart. This is the first one that has fallen apart due to jealousy. But who’s to say I won’t cause another one to die because of the same thing?” 

[Y/N] took a deep breath, trying to level out her trembling. “Get out.” 

It was a joke, baby. I swear

Request: 41,46,or 63. Whichever you’re more comfortable with :))

Could you do #46 with Peter Parker? ps all ur writing is bomb af

Summary: Peter pulls a prank on you and you threaten to kick his ass.

A/N: SO I COMBINED #41 AND #46 OFF THE DRABBLE CHALLENGE. HOPEFULLY IT TURNS OUT GOOD.

Part 2

Originally posted by jessikaort


You gasp at the sight in front of you. Looking back at you through your mirror was yourself, but not exactly. You had just gotten out of the shower, and once you walked by the mirror, something a little blue had caught your eye. You went into the shower with y/h/c hair, and now you’ve come out with royal blue hair. You took deep breathes as you lifted some parts of hair from your scalp to see that all of it really was blue. Some strands were a more faint blue than others. 

Meanwhile, Peter was sitting on your living room couch, giddy with anticipation. You didn’t know it yet, but he was the one who had put the blue dye in your shampoo. It was semi-permanent, he figured it’d be a funny little prank. He impatiently waited to hear something from you, knowing your reaction wouldn’t be subtle. He had heard the shower turn off, “Hows it going in there y/n?” Peter called to you.

It all clicked to you now. Peter was the one who had ruined your hair. Of course it was him. Blue hair to match his red and blue suit. “Peter Parker, I’m gonna kill you!” you screeched as you bolted into your room throwing on two pieces of clothing that were the first items you saw, a pair of underwear and Peters hoodie that you “borrowed”. With your wet blue hair, you marched out to the living room where Peter was laying, laughing uncontrollably. His eyes ran up and down your body and rested on your hair, “Well you look, amazing,” he told you, attempting to stop his snickering. 

“You think this is funny, Parker?” You grumbled, breathing heavily. 

“No, no not at all, I’m sorry. I think it’s hilarious,” He knew you meant war when you said his last name, but he couldn’t help but give himself a small pat on the back at his clever prank.

You groaned at his comment and began to advance towards him. Peter was taking no chances, knowing you were currently wild. So he flexed his arm out, and from his wrist shot out a web that pinned your fist to the bookshelf behind you. Looking at your hand that was covered in a sticky substance, your jaw dropped and features turned to a bewildered look. Oh he did not. You yanked and pulled at your hand, but it wasn’t escaping anytime soon.

“Look just calm down,” he tried to reason, with a wide smile on his face, “wait, is that my sweater?” he asked you in a higher, curious tone of voice. He cocked an eyebrow, as he studied the article of clothing. But because he was a teenage boy, his eyes became glued to your naked legs. He was quite enjoying your outfit, 

“Don’t try to change the subject Peter. What did you do to my hair?” you demanded, ignoring his burning gaze,

It was just a joke, baby. I swear.” He said, taking slow steps towards you,

 “You think it’s funny that I get to match your stupid onesie now?!”

“Ugh, it’s not a onesie,” he whined, squeezing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and pointer finger, “babe, I’m sorry-”

Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!” you interrupted him, yanking at your hand once again. 

“I’m not letting you out of that till you calm down y/n,” Peter told you, gazing down to webbing. 

“I’m not going to calm down, my hair is blue!”

He sighed, and tilted his head to the side. He began walking towards you again. Once he was within arms reach of you, you brought up the hand that wasn’t pinned down, and swung it at Peters chest. He caught it before it could hit him, and he pressed his body against yours. Trapping you completely, in the corner between the wall and the bookshelf. You tried taking back the hand that he had a hold of, but he held it tightly and closely to his chest. You grabbed a fist full of his grey shirt, and attempted to push him away, but he wasn’t budging. 

Peter lowered his forehead to yours, knowing your wild mood was slowly fading. He knew what he was doing, and he knew the effect he had on your body. “Stop it. I’m mad at you,” you spoke to him sternly, determined to keep your fuming attitude, to prove a point to him. “No, you’re not,” he persuaded you with a smile.

“Yes, I am. Look at my hair!” You argued not looking him in the eye. Again you tried shoving him away, but it was hardly worth trying, without control over either of your arms.

“There’s nothing wrong with your hair. It’s perfect,” he whispered to you. You stopped struggling against him, and decided your best bet now was to give him the silent treatment. Moving your head to the side, you didn’t give him any attention and took your forehead away from his. Shortly after, you felt a pair of soft lips press themselves to your temple. You closed your eyes at excitement of butterflies attacking your stomach. Peters lips pecked a trail of kisses down the side of your face, “I’m sorry,” he muttered in between every one of them. Leisurely, he brought them down to your exposed neck. Sticking to your plan of the silent treatment, you didn’t protest. 

“Please-forgiveme-I’msorry,” he repeated every time his lips left your neck and reconnected them. 

“I hate you,” you whispered, just barely audible for him. Peter smiled against your neck and placed his forehead back against yours, “What was that?” he asked teasingly with a grin. You tried so hard to keep a smile from taking over your lips, but you failed trying, “I hate you,” you said louder to him.

He shook his head with a smile, “No you don’t,” he declared with a laugh. You just nodded your head in response, letting out a laugh also.

“Nice sweater by the way,” he said to you, “mind telling me where you got it?”

Happier, Aren’t You?

Requested.
Who:
Tom Holland
Song: Happier by Ed Sheeran (This song fucked me up by the way)

Part One ||| Part Two ||| Part Three 

Saw you walk inside a bar
He said something to make you laugh
I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours
Yeah, you look happier, you do

Oh, ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you
But ain’t nobody need you like I do
I know that there’s others that deserve you
But my darling, I am still in love with you


Tom could feel his chest tighten at the sight of [Y/N] and her new boyfriend walk into the same bar he was about to head into. It was difficult to be this close to her. Tugging at his tie to loosen it, he flickered a look towards Harrison who was cautiously waiting for his reaction.

“You good?” Harrison asked. 

Nodding and shrugging his shoulders, Tom cleared his throat. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good, I’m good.” Clearing his throat again, he motioned towards the bar, “Let’s go.” 

Harrison pursed his lips, “You sure? There’s another pub down the street we can hit.” Harrison had been against Tom’s decision on breaking up with [Y/N]. He knew Tom like the back of his hand, there was no way that Tom was ever really, truly going to move on. 

“I said I’m good, let’s go. All our friends are going to this one.” Tom replied with a colder tone than he had meant to. 

“Alright, mate. Let’s go then.” 

Tom’s heart was racing, they hadn’t spoken since the day after he had broken up with her. He had checked up on her, knowing in his head that it was too soon to be texting her but he couldn’t resist in hearing her voice one more time. She had sounded absolutely broken and he knew she had been crying all night. The call lasted only thirteen seconds but it was thirteen seconds of confirmation that he had made the biggest mistake. 

He hadn’t fallen out of love with her like most people did in his kind of situation. Tom just couldn’t find time to make her his number one priority like he wanted to. And to him that wasn’t fair to her. He wanted to treat her like a Queen, like his world revolved around her because at one point, it completely had. With his newfound fame, she became second to a lot of things and even though it seemed like she didn’t mind, it bothered him. 

As soon as he walked into the bar with Harrison, all of their friends cheered and hollered. He laughed along with them, telling himself to not search for her. But, it was like a magnetic pull, his eyes found hers instantly. She was the first one to pull her gaze away and he was thankful for that because he wouldn’t have been able to if she hadn’t. 

“Come on, Tom. They saved us a table over by the bar.” Harrison shouted over the music and chatter. 

Nodding, Tom finally tore his eyes from her and followed his friends. He desperately tried to ignore the fact that [Y/N] was just a few feet from him. Laughing with friends, he had to remind himself to fake the smile that his friends wanted to see. Eventually, it became a little bit easier with each passing hour and with each passing beer. Soon, the idea of [Y/N] being there was fading until he received a notification on his phone. Glancing down, his heart sank a little.

@yourusername just posted a picture for the first time in awhile, check it out.

Knowing that he shouldn’t engage in looking at her Instagram, Tom ignored his better judgement and swiped to look.

@yourusername happy ✌️

Tom chewed on his lip, bringing the bottle to his mouth. He took a swig before double tapping the picture and clicking his phone off. Continuing to fade in and out of his friends conversation, he couldn’t help but think of how different he would feel if she was sitting next to him. Or if it was his hands holding onto hers. 

“I’ll be right back.” Tom said as he leaned towards Harrison’s ear.

“Want me to come?” 

Shaking his head, Tom sighed. “Nah, man. I’m just going to get some air.” 

Harrison nodded, “Alright…” He could read between his words but respected his decision to go alone. 

Pressing a smile, Tom patted his shoulder and headed towards the exit. Running a hand through his hair, he broke apart the neatly gelled style. Looking up, he searched to find some stars. One of his favorite pastimes with her. Stargazing. But the city was far too lit for him to find any. Sighing, he started to walk a little, wanting to just go to bed and forget of having seeing her with him. 

“Did you intentionally like my picture or was it something petty?” 

 Tom jumped at the sound of her voice, swiveling to face her. His mouth sat open, shocked to see her standing in front of him. She looked ten times more beautiful up close, it hurt. “[Y/N]! Uh, um, I.” 

Stepping closer, her voice was firm with her eyes glossed over. “I can’t do this, Tom. Please just don’t remind me of you.” 

“[Y/N],” Tom bit his lip, “I, uh, I, um. I just want you to know that I’m glad you found someone.” Looking down at the sidewalk, he mumbled out. “I’m happy that you’re happy.” 

“I am happy, Tom.” She responded, her voice quivering slightly. “But the thing was, was that I was happy with you too.” 

Tom closed his eyes, sighing. “Love,” 

Shaking her head, she gritted her teeth, “Don’t call me that.” 

Opening his eyes, he looked up at the sky. His teeth still scraping over his lips. “I made a mistake,” he said defeated. 

[Y/N] scoffed with tears in her eyes, nodding. “Yeah, yeah you did.” 

Finally meeting her gaze, “You look happier with him then you did with me. So it wasn’t really a mistake for you to love me.” 

Her brows knitted together, her hand reaching for her torso, “A mistake for me? Are you mad?” [Y/N] twirled in her steps, her hand running through her curls. “You only think I’m happier with him because you aren’t happy. I was incredibly happy with you Tom.” Shaking her head, she frowned. “You broke up with me because you wanted me to be treated the way you thought I deserved. Little did you know the way you treated me was everything I wanted.” 

“So you aren’t happier?” Tom asked quietly.

[Y/N]’s mouth opened and then closed. Sighing, she looked away from him, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “I am happy with him. But I’m not sure I love him yet and that was the difference between our relationship and this one. I loved you with everything in me so of course I was happier then.” 

Tom kicked a pebble, shoving his hands in pants, he murmured. “I was happier with you then I am without you.” Looking up, “If he ever decides to be stupid like me and lets you go. I’ll be here, [Y/N].” 

 “How can you still love me after I’ve moved on?” 

“I’ll never hold it against you for finding someone, love. Because there are so many others that deserve you but I’m still in love with you and always will be.” Pressing his lips, he flinched as he felt rain drops hitting his face. “Would you tell Haz that I’ve gone back to the hotel?” 


Part One ||| Part Two ||| Part Three

Dating Tom Holland Would Include....

  • Constantly bickering with Harrison on who Tom loves more. 
  • Always winning these fights
  • “Sorry mate, but have you seen her? She’s absolutely stunning.”
  • Having all sorts of adventures with Tom and Harrison
  • Because let’s face it, wherever Tom goes, Harrison follows.
  •  But never really minding because as long as Tom is around, so are you.
  • Tom always making sure that you’re okay. 
  • “You sure, love? Okay. I just want to make sure my girl is happy.” 
  • Him wrapping his arms around you every chance he gets.
  • Calling you every kind of cute nickname in the book because he can never just pick one.
  • “Babe, love, doll, sweetie, beautiful, gorgeous, cutie, honey,” All of them.
  • Sometimes finding himself just staring at you because he can not believe how lucky he is to have you.
  • Having to break up Tom and Harrison’s arguments on who loves you more. 
  • “Enough, you two. I swear you guys are like little kids fighting over a toy, and I am NOT a toy.” 
  • “Course you’re not, babe. But, I do love you more than Haz.” 
  • “I know you do. Why do you think I’m with you.” 
  • Tom leaving you with little notes that he placed everywhere.
  • “Hey babe, I love you!”
  • “Did you know you’re amazing?”
  • “You’re my girl, don’t ever forget.” 
  • “Call me when you find this!” 
  • “I could stare you forever.” 
  • “You’re the first and last person on my mind.” 
  • “I miss you.” 
  • Tom begging you to go with him everywhere because he just doesn’t want to leave you. 
  • “Please come with me.” 
  • “No, Tom. I have to work-”
  • “-but, I’m Spiderman. You don’t have to work.” 
  • “Did you just seriously use that line on me?”
  • “Did it work?” 
  • “Absolutely not, you dork. I love you, I do but I promise I’ll come visit. Okay?”
  • “Fine, but you better.” 
  • Always, always feeling guilty because you know that sometimes he gets a little bit of anxiety and stressed and you seem to be the only remedy. 
  • Flying out on the next flight possible.
  • And immediately all the stress and anxious thoughts are thrown out the window the minute he sees you. 
  • Him always whispering in your ear, “Thank you.” 
  • Always reassuring him that he’s earned all the success in his life.
  • Sometimes feeling a little scared that he’ll forget you with his oncoming fame. 
  • Tom reading you like a book and breaking these thoughts from your head. 
  • “You do know that I love you right? And that I wouldn’t be here without you. I’d be a wreck if I ever lost you. Don’t ever think for one second that I could make it without you.” 
  • Feeling reassured until the next time you felt scared. 
  • Tom always going above and beyond in his gifts for you on birthdays, anniversaries, and just because he want to’s. 
  • Him surprising you with a vacation to a place you’ve always wanted to visit. 
  • Following him basically anywhere and everywhere because he will literally get on his hands and knees to beg.
  • Forcing you to play basketball with him even though you know that there’s a reason why you’re not a pro basketball player. 
  • But always seeming to win.
  • Knowing that he lets you.
  • But never questioning it because it was his way of spending time with you.
  • Spending time with his family.
  • Because in a way, they’re your second family.
  • Tom’s mother commenting on how happy she is that Tom has found himself a wonderful girl.
  • His father agreeing one hundred percent and cracking jokes as to when they should expect the wedding.
  • His brothers always teasing Tom about how much you have him wrapped around your finger.
  • Blushing because you would never want him to be “whipped”, but it’s nice to know that you have that power.
  • Tom clapping back with, “At least I’ve got a girlfriend.” 
  • Laughing when they’d all get into a wrestling match.
  • “If I win, [Y/N] is mine!”
  • “No, if I win, [Y/N] mine!”
  • “Bloody Hell! You gits think you’re actually going to win? [Y/N] will always be mine, whether or not I do lose.” 
  • Going to the gym with him.
  • Getting distracted because by God those muscles should be illegal.
  • Him knowing it and teasing you about it.
  • Always getting back at him by doing anything and everything that shows of your figure.
  • Tom throwing down his weights and attacking you with kisses. 
  • Him always being respectful of your boundaries. 
  • Never pushing you to do things you don’t want to do. 
  • You loving him for it.
  • Knowing that you will eventually let him but just not right now because you’re not ready.
  • And him being perfectly okay with that.
  • Sparring with him.
  • Tom being beyond impressed at your skills.
  • Telling you everyday how much he loves you.
  • Begging him to take you to go get icecream even though he can’t really have any.
  • Scolding him when he says, “fuck it,” and gets himself some. 
  • “You’re trainer is going to be pissed.”
  • “So what.” 
  • Shaking your head and enjoying your icecream date with him.
  • Taking Tess out for walks together.
  • Taking a million pictures of her because she’s just so damn cute.
  • Lazy days with Tess
  • Cuddling the poor dog into suffocation until she can’t take it anymore and leaves.
  • Leaving you two clinging onto each other.
  • Tom leaving trails of kisses along your forehead.
  • Holding you tight.
  • Falling asleep in each other’s arms. 
  • Waking up in the middle of night, panicking because your parents are going to freak out.
  • Tom shooting out of bed to get you home.
  • Him trying to help you sneak into your house without your parents waking up.
  • Him mumbling that the two of you should just move out together.
  • Telling him that it would be a good idea but to talk about it later.
  • Tom always gushing about you in interviews.
  • Always being his plus one to the films you want to see.
  • Introducing you to your favorite actors.
  • Getting embarrassed when Robert Downey Jr. finally gets to meet you.
  • “SO, this is the girl you never shut up about? It’s about damn time I finally meet her. [Y/N], it’s so lovely to meet you. I feel like I practically know you with the amount of stuff Tom has told me about you.” 
  • Also getting a little embarrassed but not as embarrassed as when fans stop you on the streets.
  • Getting panicky because you’re just waiting for the hate.
  • But being surprised when it’s nothing but love and awe.
  • Agreeing to take pictures with them and asking to take one of them so you can put it on Instagram as well. 
  • Speaking of Instagram, Tom is forever posting sly pictures of you. 
  • You are literally all over his page.
  • But, it’s okay because he is all over yours.
  • You’ve been trending on #couplegoals for days
  • Threatening Tom with his life if he doesn’t stop posting the selfies you send him. 
  • Him not caring.
  • “I’ll take my chances, babe.”
  • Getting him back on snapchat with the crazy filters.
  • Agreeing to tone down the embarrassing pictures. 
  • But one or two always comes leaking out and you are forever mortified. 
  • Starting a prank war. 
  • You always seeming to have better pranks.
  • Feeling bad and deciding to call it off but not before Tom gets you really good. 
  • Laying out under the stars and talking about the future.
  • Telling each other that as long as you have each other, the future can bring whatever it wants.
  • Tom surprising you with a promise ring. 
  • “We’re both still really young and I know a lot of people our age are getting married but I just can’t imagine getting married at this moment. But at least with this, it’s a promise that you will have my last name, just not right now.” 
  • You accepting it because there is not a damn soul on this earth aside from Tom that you could see yourself with.
Tom Holland Imagine

Tom was at Comic Con while you were back home finishing up on your school year. As Tom was doing his interview he just thought about you. He wanted to be with you, and help but he was away. It was killing him. It got to the point were Tom didn’t even hear the questions and gave random answers. The interviewer noticed that Tom was distant. “Why do I feel like you aren’t here with us? Are you thinking about (Y/N).” Tom was pulled back by this question. He smiled and said “Yeah. It’s crazy how much I miss her. I’m sorry I’m not concentrating. I just miss her like crazy” Tom laughed and started to focus more but still had you on his mind.

Originally posted by spidey-man