lucky shirt
pairing: tom holland x reader
summary: tom misplaces his lucky t-shirt on the night of a big blind date. but, somehow he still gets pretty lucky by the end of it.
warnings: none :-)
notes: i mean let me know if u like it, thatβs b super cool xo (also, requests r open!!!)
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βAre you fucking kidding me?β Tom cursed under his breath, looking back into his laundry basket to make sure he hadnβt missed it. But, it was empty. He grabbed his keys and jogged down the hallway, toward the stairs, to get to the laundry room on the first floor.
He smiled at the person who walked past him briefly, not really acknowledging them. He sped-walk to the machine he used, seeing it empty, before moving toward the dryer. βYouβve got to be shitting me,β Tom groaned, hitting the top of the washer softly with his fist, before walking back to his dorm defeatedly.
He shouldβve double-checked before he left, he thought. He shouldnβt have just assumed he grabbed everything from the dryer when heβd emptied its contents into his laundry basket. Now, because of it, his favorite (and lucky β though, heβd never admit it) shirt was gone and he wouldnβt be able to wear it on his blind date.
He sighed when his phone started to ring, seeing Hazβs name across the caller ID. He knew Harrison was calling, asking when heβd be ready for their double-date. Haz had convinced Sierra to tell one of her friends that she had someone for them β that someone being Tom. Tom didnβt know what he was in for, but he was getting a free meal and possibly, now, a couple of free drinks to mend his broken heart (since his lucky shirt was gone, Tom hadnβt had many high hopes).
βWhatβs up, Haz?β Tom mumbled into the receiving end of the phone, rummaging through his drawers for a decent shirt to wear.
βYou remember where weβre meeting, right? Youβd better be leaving soon, only forty-five minutes.β
βHarrison, you sound more nervous than I am,β he chuckled, shaking his head as he put him on speaker, so he could finish getting ready.
βI just really want this to work out for you, man. You deserve someone.β
Tom rolled his eyes. He knew all of his friends (and his dad, and his mom and his brothers) meant well, but he preferred to do his own match-making. Only he truly knew what heβd like, and he genuinely (and liked) to believe that love happened out of the blue. He liked it that way, it made sense to him. He didnβt like arrangements, especially going into an arrangement blindly.
βHave you met SiSiβs friend?β Tom asked, looking for a cologne to put on β just because he wasnβt necessarily excited, didnβt mean he didnβt want to try his best.
βNah,β Harrison admitted, almost sheepishly, βto be quite honest, I think Siβs only met βem once at a sorority party. But, she said they seemed pretty cool.β
βRight,β Tom hummed, they always seem that way at first, he thought. βIβve gotta finish getting ready, but Iβll see you in forty minutes,β Tom confirmed, saying another goodbye before hanging up.
Here goes nothing.
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