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You were rather frustrated. Your current boyfriend was splayed out on your couch, asleep. The beer that you knew must have been in his hand knocked over on your hardwood floor. Take out containers littered the table, and your cat was eating out of one of them.

This was not the first time this had happened. In fact the last time you found him like this you told him to get lost and not find his way back. However, he was rather determined to stay with you, so he managed to sweeten his way back in every time.

And you let it happen, because he was pretty sweet and you didn’t exactly want to hurt him. But he was rather gross once he settled in. Even if he did clean up nice. And sure you could very easily get rid of him. But you were afraid he’d think you were joking. Even if you could kill him in more ways than one without leaving a trace that you did it.

That was just an occupational hazard of yours for those around you. It wasn’t your fault you got mixed up with the mob. It was all your friend Tom’s fault. You’d follow him anywhere and when he’d taken over the business, well you were right beside him, Harrison right with the two of you. However, the man asleep on your couch had absolutely no clue about your real job.

Deciding that you weren’t going to deal with this mess, you went right back out your door. You found yourself at Tom’s. You strolled right in, the two bodyguards posted at the door nodded to you.

“Evening boys,” You greeted, barely offering them a glance.

“Evening boss,” they responded. Tom might be their actual boss, but you were the one in charge of them. You were the one given the orders to send them out, what to do, when to do it and how. You were the one handling the dirty work Tom didn’t want to handle, the kind he didn’t find worth his time but knew that whoever it was needed a more special touch than just his regular guys.

“Tom?!” You called out, into the larger than average home.

“What are you doing back so soon, love?” He asked, exiting his kitchen.

“Gary did it again. I can’t take it, Tom. I’m gonna kill’im. But he’s too nice!” You ranted on about the mess he’d made, how you’d probably get home and he’d be gone and the mess would still be there, on top of your cat probably having the shits just to add to your problems.

“I’ve told you before,” Tom started, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and starting to guide you upstairs. “I can take care of it.”

You groaned. “I don’t want him dead, Tom. I could do that myself if I wanted. Just want him to stop comin’ around after I’ve sent him off.”

Tom stopped in front of the door to his bedroom and leaned against it. “You know, I’ve seen you be the nastiest bitch, yet you can’t get rid of a guy that’s nice? You must have lost your touch.”

You scoffed and punched his shoulder.

He didn’t hesitate to grab your wrist. “Don’t-”

“Wait!” You said, not caring about the empty threat he was about to place upon you, knowing he would never think about hurting you. “I’ve got it!”

Tom sighed and released you. “What brilliant plan have you devised now?”

“Well, Gary doesn’t know what I do for a living, right? But I’m sure he knows about you, and not from me, who doesn’t?”

Tom wasn’t following, his eye brow was arched as he watched you closely. You were incredibly sexy when you had a good idea. So happy, something he liked seeing on you with how rare it was in this line of business.

“What if you came over and pretended to be like my crazy possessive and violent ex?” You were smiling so wide at him, hoping he’d go for it.

He thought over your words. “Is that what you think of me?”

You rolled your eyes. “You missed the point, and no I do not, Thomas. I just think you’d be really good at pretending to be. You already shoot all the guys dirty looks if they even cast a glance my way. You’d be great at it.”

“What if I don’t want to pretend to be your ex?” He asked. “You know I’d much rather be with you.”

You blushed. You never really took those words of his seriously. Because even when he said them, there were still other women in his life, there were still times when you knew he could never possibly love you. That you couldn’t have a normal life together. Even if you wanted to be with him. “Tom-”

“Yeah, I’ll do it. But if I do, you’re going to sit down and listen to what I have to say about you and you believe me this time.” He held his hand out to you.

You took it and shook, sealing your deal. You were rather hoping what he’d have to tell you would be in your favor. Hand shakes were binding between the lot of you. But, having a normal boyfriend was something you rather enjoyed, it was like living in a cute little fantasy. One where you could imagine a frilly white wedding, and a house and three kids. Not the kind where you would constantly worry your husband was cheating on you, or the safety of your children. You pushed those thoughts away, you had to focus. “I’ll come up with a plan tonight and let you know in the morning.” You eagerly kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Tom.”

He shook his head at you. “Just don’t forget about the other end of the bargain.”

You nodded, “Of course. Goodnight, thank you for letting me stay the night.” You started off towards one of the many spare bedrooms.

“I’ve told you, anytime, Y/N.” He watched you go, rubbing the back of his neck.

The following morning you sat down with Tom and told him your plan. Everything was set, it was going to finally get Gary out of your life without you having to be an absolute bitch to him. Tom got the privilege of doing that.

“You ready?” You asked meeting Tom in front of your apartment building. You’d already confirmed that Gary was still there, so all you had to do was show up and let the fun begin.

You started bickering at the end of your hall, well more like yelling at each other. You didn’t care if your neighbors heard, you could easily tell them all the truth. “Go home, Tom!!” You shouted right outside your door. You fought with your keys to get them in the lock but he turned you around and your back hit the door. Just enough to make a noise, but not harsh enough to hurt you.

“Don’t fucking talk back to me!” He growled.

You got your door open and stepped back into your place as he followed you in. “Get out,” You shouted, shoving at him.

“Y/N?” You could hear Gary over your shoulder, somehow still on your couch and sounding groggy.

Tom grabbed your wrist and your chin smooshing your cheeks. “I fucking-”

“Hey!” Gary yelled, scrambling off the sofa. “Let go of her!”

“Who the fuck is this?” Tom asked, quickly. The gun he kept in the back of his pants was now pointed at Gary.

Gary held his hands up and took a step back, “W-whoa! H-hold on there-”

“Tommy please, please don’t worry about him, he-he’s just a friend.” You lied, sounding so innocent, tears welled in your eyes.

Tom’s eyes narrowed at the man before he cut them at you. He tsked, “Baby, you know better than to lie to me.”

“Y/N, who is this guy?” Gary asked, the fear in his voice made him sound 12.

“My-my ex,” You answered, making Tom’s hold on you a bit tighter as he tugged you closer to himself.

“Your what?” Tom asked, his tone threatening. “Maybe you should properly introduce me, darlin’. You know I love when you tell people what you are to me. What I’d do to anybody that even looks at you thinking they could love you better than I do.”

You whimpered, shrinking into your shoulders. You glanced over at Gary, you wished you could have laughed. He looked like he was about to piss himself. “Gary this is, Tom Holland… I-I’m sure you’ve heard of him…”

Gary swallowed thickly, knowing exactly who the man in front of him was now.

“Gary you should go. Really, T-Tom’s right. I’m his girl, and it was really a mistake to run off on him… but this isn’t working and I don’t want him doing something to you. It’s better this way.”

Gary could only stare at you. “You don’t possibly expect me to just leave you him with this crazy ass-”

Tom clicked the safety off his gun. “What was that, mate?”

Gary took a shallow breath.

“Gary, go! Leave for good please! I’ll be alright but you won’t be if you don’t leave!” You told him, praying he’d finally get out.

“Yeah Gary,” Tom added. “Get out.”

He scrambled to get his things before he was out the door, not even so much as putting his pants on.

You waited for the sound of the stairwell door at the end of the hall to close before you released a sigh of relief.

Tom finally released you and put the safety back on his gun before replacing it in his pants. “I didn’t hurt you, did I darling?” His hand was so gentle on your chin, a complete 180 from how it was before.

You smiled softly at him, “I’m alright Tom, really. I’m never going to be able to repay you. That was brilliant.” You didn’t even hesitate to hug him, something very rare for the two of you.

“Come on, Y/N,” He responded, arms wrapping around you. “You know I’d do anything for you. You’re my girl.”

You glanced up at him, “Tom, do you really-”

“Yes,” He answered before you could even get the question out. “It’s my turn now. I couldn’t wish for someone better than you to be by my side. I’m tired of not having this with you. You’re the only girl I want, alright? Will you please just be with me already? We’re perfect for each other and you know it as well as I do.”

You sighed. “I know all that… it’s just, sometimes it’s nice to have a break from the mob life. To think about having a normal life, with a husband and kids and being safe…”

Tom brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Sweetheart, there’ll never be a safer place for you than with me. We can have a life together, maybe it won’t fully be conventional, but I’m willing to do what it takes to give you everything you want.”

“And what happens when you don’t want to anymore? What happens when you have to go off to some club and there’s other girls there and they’re way more attractive than me and they’re all over you-”

He laughed, “You’re taking the not in a committed relationship Tom and not getting the I want to be with you and only you Tom. Y/N, I want this with you. That’s it, alright? I’d never commit myself to you and do something to hurt you like that. You just have to trust me. Stop thinking about everything else. Do you want to be with me, yes or no?”

You knew he was right. You were being unfair, and trying to talk yourself out of something you really wanted because you were afraid. But from the determined look in his eyes you knew how much he wanted this. You nodded, “Yes I want to be with you.”

Tom smiled and pulled you in for a kiss.

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I dunno if y’all wanna be tagged in Tom fics it’s been too long but I’m gonna tag y’all anyway

When Tom started working for Marvel as Peter Parker for Civil War you became fast friends. Since his character was under your dad’s wing, in real life and the film life since you were his daughter in both, you two got a few scenes together. But while you weren’t filming you became fast friends.

From lunch breaks, to hanging out off set, to days off it was like the two of you had been best friends since childhood. Almost exactly like Tom and Harrison. Except it wasn’t like Tom and Harrison’s relationship because you really liked Tom. Really wanted to be with Tom. But you also knew how difficult it could make things, you still had a few more movies to go and you being not only apart of the movies your dad was in, your part in Homecoming and the movie to follow would be a lot more than just in passing. So, you couldn’t risk making things weird if it didn’t work out.

Even if Tom flirted back with you.

So, you shoved all your feelings aside. If you still had a crush on him when you were done filming Homecoming, well maybe then you would say something. At least then you’d be halfway done the number of movies he would be in.

When filming for Homecoming started, everything was normal. All until the rest of the Homecoming cast became a gang. So now Zendaya, Laura, Tony, and Jacob were hanging out with you, Tom and Harrison a lot. Too much for your preference.

But you accepted it, you weren’t going to not hang out because everyone else was there.

After Homecoming, you still felt the same for him, and you tried to shake it. You really did. But you couldn’t. Especially once Infinity War started filming. That was just more time with Tom alone this time. Only you noticed that Zendaya had started to hang out with the two of you as well. Jealousy was not something you wanted to be feeling, so deciding it best, you started to close yourself off from him.

Tom really didn’t understand what was going on, but with you not really talking to him as much he found more of his time was being spent with Zendaya. So, he accepted that maybe you just didn’t want to be friends with him. It hurt, like hell, especially once he got the news that no M.J. would not be Peter’s love interest in Far From Home, it was your character that would be.

You tried to talk to Jon, to get him to change it, or something so you didn’t have to act like you and Tom were crushing ridiculously hard on each other on set. Nor did you want any mishaps of a kiss scene. However, your director was unable to change things.

Your biggest problem with this situation though? Tom and Zendaya had just started to exclusively see each other. Something you did not want to be in the middle of like this. You wanted to get over Tom, not be more jealous and at the same time probably make his girlfriend even more so!

You left Jon’s office that afternoon, successfully crashing into Tom on your way out.

“Hey, Y/N,” He greeted, having heard your conversation with Jon he couldn’t get himself to smile. He was confused as to why you’d want to have them drastically change the movie. Did you really not like him that much now? He wondered what it was he did that he pushed you away, pushed you to try and convince the director that you didn’t want to pretend on screen to be with him.

“Hey,” You said, unable to meet his eyes, you rubbed the back of your neck. “Gotta go.” Stepping past him, you started towards your trailer.

Tom didn’t hesitate to catch up to you. “Wait up.”

You didn’t stop but he did keep following you. “What, Tom?”

“I just… did I do something?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Not at all, why do you ask?”

He shrugged. “Well, you just sort of seem… mad at me I guess… I heard you with Jon, why were you trying to get him to change stuff so we aren’t together?”

You reached your trailer and opened the door, Tom went to follow you but you stopped in the doorway.

He stopped in front of you and actually caught your eyes this time. “What did I do? I’ve known you a few years now, Y/N. I know something’s been wrong, so tell me so I can fix it and we can get on with it.”

You shook your head, “No idea what you’re talking about, weren’t you supposed to be getting lunch with Z?” The second the question left your lips his eyes widened. You regretted asking it, it wasn’t meant to throw any hints at him, it was just you wondering why he was here.

He cast a glance over his shoulder. “Told her I had some stuff to do,” He told you. He took a step closer to you. “You’re jealous.”

You glared at him. “Oh really, am I? Because I think that’s a terrible accusation to make against someone that was trying to make it so you could play boyfriend girlfriend on screen with your actual girlfriend.”

He laughed, “Come on, Y/N. We both know that’s a lie.” He was leaning just so he was now face to face with you.

He was so close to you if you even shifted you thought your noses might touch. But you kept your ground, your arms crossed. “What is your problem?”

“My problem is that I don’t want things in the script to change. I want us to be together in this movie because I think it’ll be brilliant.”

You turned your head away finally and stepped back into your trailer. “Well I think all it’s going to do is make you break my heart more than you already have.” You slammed the door in his face.

While he had his inklings, your confession really hit him. He thought about knocking, but then thought it might just make things worse.

Your first actual flirting scene with Tom did not start out smoothly.

Jon pulled both of you aside. “Guys, come on… You’ve gotta sell it. I’ve seen you two flirting before, it comes so natural to you guys. Just do that, alright? Make us feel like you two are actually falling in love with each other, hm?”

You were both pink cheeked when you got back into positions. You could practically feel Daya glaring at you before they started rolling. But, you turned it up 100 percent. So much so that Tom really did fumble over his lines, and not in the acting way he was supposed to.

As soon as the scene was over you hightailed it to your trailer, glad it was your last scene for the day.

Except now you had another problem, with how dialed up you made it, you knew that it was going to be expected of you the rest of shooting. So, you locked everything deep down inside you.

It was finally the day you were really dreading. The day you were going to have to kiss Tom, and he was going to have to kiss you back. And you swore to yourself you were not going to move your lips at all. If the world thought you were bad at kissing, good. Better than if people thought you were in love with him.

The biggest problem with this kiss you found though was that you had to be strapped up to wires and Tom. Which meant that once you were done the scene you couldn’t just leave, you had to wait to be lowered, and unstrapped. It also didn’t help that you pretty much had to wrap your entire self around Tom, or that his hand was going to be specifically placed under your butt to make holding you up more believable.

You went through the scene perfectly. Up until the kiss. Tom hesitated, you didn’t move a muscle, his nose bumped yours before his lips landed upon your own. Only to find that yours refused to move.

“CUT,” Jon yelled, you could see the annoyance on his face from so far away, you knew you were in for the lecture.

God, it didn’t help that Zendaya was on set, waiting for Tom to finish up. Maybe you could push all your thoughts aside and just act if she wasn’t staring you down.

After your lecture from your director, Tom whispered into your ear. “I know you hate me now, but how about we make this a good one huh? Try and show me what you really feel, Y/N.”

You didn’t respond, but if that’s what he wanted, fine. That’s what you’d give him.

You reshot the scene and just as he leaned in to kiss you, his lips fell on yours and it was like you released all the anger and jealousy from your body. You kissed him like it was the last time you’d ever see him again, and frankly that might be true with how you felt about him and the awkwardness you’d now feel everyday. But, as he held you tighter, his tongue slipped out and grazed your lip.

You heard the cut, but apparently Tom didn’t. You broke away from him so fast that his head followed yours like someone tore a bottle of water away from his lips.

You could see Zendaya fuming.

You could see Tom staring at you from the corner of your eye.

But you released yourself from him and waited to be set on the ground. As soon as you were free from your ropes you practically ran off set.

Tom on the other hand stood there dumbfounded. He could feel you put everything into that kiss. He knew how much he’d hurt you. He hated himself. Why did he decide it was okay to date Zendaya, but he couldn’t get himself to ask you?

“What was that?” Zendaya asked her boyfriend as soon as the two of them were alone.

“What?” Tom asked, trying to act as if he wasn’t coming to the conclusion that he really did like you and he didn’t care how things ended but he wanted them to end good, not like this.

“You know what. That kiss was not a screen kiss. Everyone knows she likes you. I’m not going to do this with you, Tom. I like you a lot. I was so happy when we finally got together. But she’s always gotta be in the picture, she’s all you would talk about, and I thought it was just because you guys were friends, but I see it now. And I really hope I’m wrong, I want you to tell me I’m wrong. I want you to choose me over her. And when you do I want you to be done with her. Cut her from your life.”

Tom could only stare at her. She was really making him choose?

“Well Tom? Pick. Me or Y/N.” Zendaya stated.

“Y/N,” Tom said, without hesitation. This fallout was something he knew he’d have to deal with sooner or later. He’d just get through filming and be done with it. But he wasn’t going to lose you because the girl he was seeing didn’t want you in his life, whether he liked you or not.

He ran straight for your trailer once Zendaya was gone. He banged on your door until you finally answered. You looked worse for ware, your makeup had been wiped off, your eyes were red from crying. You sighed seeing him. “Go away, Tom. Don’t you have a girlfriend to make things up to?”

“No, I have a girl that I didn’t want to ruin things with, to make it up to. You, Y/N. I’m sorry, truly.” He stepped into your trailer and shut the door behind himself, making you back away from him. He grabbed your shoulders. “I was so afraid of losing you that I didn’t want to risk asking you out. With Zendaya it was easy because if it got messed up it didn’t matter, but if this got messed up I don’t know what I’d do without you. But I realize I caused exactly what I didn’t want to happen and I’m so sorry. Can you ever forgive me? Because the second Z asked me to choose between you and her, I didn’t hesitate to say you and I want to be able to prove to you how much I want you.”

You stared at him as he manically explained things to you. “You… you chose me?”

He nodded. “And I’d choose you a million times over, because you are the most amazing person I’ve ever met and I’ve liked you since the moment we met. Please please go on a date with me. Let me kiss you every single day as much as I possibly can so I can show you how much you mean to me.”

You reached out and gently took his hand. “Are you sure it’s really what you want and you aren’t just-”

He tugged you closer making you really look up at him. “You’re the girl I want to be with, today, tomorrow, and as many days as you’ll let me have you for.”

“What if I said no?” You asked.

His face faltered, but the answer he gave was so genuine, “Then I’m going to spend every single day trying to convince you as to why you be with me, besides the obvious that we both like each other. Until you tell me I have to stop. But even if you say yes I’ll still give you reasons everyday as to why we should be together.”

You smiled softly and wrapped your arms around his torso.

He sighed in relief and held you close. “This is a yes right? Please tell me it’s yes.”

You nodded against him. “Even if you hadn’t given me such an extremely lovely answer, the answer still would have been yes.”

Toms smile went wide before he grabbed your face and kissed you. This was a right kiss, with the right girl.

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‘Tom Holland’s New Ginger Girlfriend’

You stared at the article title. The first picture in the article was a headshot of yours from a few years prior, before you figured out how to cover up your freckles with makeup. You thought you might be sick.

“Hey love, whatcha readin’?” Tom asked, plopping down on his trailer’s couch. It was lunch time and he was so glad you came to visit set to eat with him.

You hadn’t even heard him enter his trailer. You quickly locked your phone and smiled at him. “Nothing important,” You offered as an excuse as you went to kiss him.

He grabbed your cheek to stop you. “Then why do you look like you’re about to cry?”

He’d caught you and there would be no way out of it.

You sighed then unlocked your phone and handed it to him.

He glanced over the article, a small smile formed on his lips seeing the picture, but it disappeared as he looked back to you.

You were closing yourself off quickly, did he really think it was funny that instead of using your name they were just calling you a ginger? Was he going to laugh at that picture of you when you’d just started out.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Tom said, pulling you close. “You look beautiful in this picture. I love seeing your freckles.”

“That’s not just it, Tom,” You said, trying to pull out of his grasp. “I-I hate being called a ginger. I hate my hair and my freckles, and I just hate that that’s all people see. They could have chosen anything to title that article. Movie actress, my fucking name, hell I would have preferred them just saying Tom Holland’s new girl. Anything, but ginger is not a word I like to be known by. I hate everything about the way I look and that word just reminds me of all the people that used it against me my entire life. I’m just a pale freak with spots all over her and clown hair.”

“Baby,” Tom said gently. “I… I never knew you felt that way about yourself… I’m sorry. It might not make you feel better, but I think you’re God damn beautiful. I love your freckles and your hair is gorgeous, especially when you curl it. And God is your skin amazing. I can’t even begin to tell you how I wish my skin was as perfect as yours. It’s so soft and every time I kiss you I just want my lips all over your perfect skin. All I see when I look at you is the most breathtaking girl I have ever met. So, please don’t listen to articles like this. I know it doesn’t matter what I think, it matters what you think about yourself. But if I could even just begin to tell you how beautiful I think you are, maybe I can get you to see that too…?”

Tears trailed down your cheeks. No one has ever told you anything like that before. You hugged him and cried into his shoulder. “Th-Thank you, T-Tom.”

Tom stroked the back of your hair. “Whenever you need a reminder of how beautiful you are, just say something. I will gladly shower you with compliments and love, alright?”

You nodded against him. You weren’t sure how you’d gotten so lucky to be with someone so sweet, but you knew you were.

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Falling in love so fast was not supposed to end like this. The second you met Tom you knew, he was your one. The person that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. It was only a few months before he proposed and you got married.

That day was perfect. Yet, many of the days that followed were far from it. Being married to a movie star had its downfalls. Like hardly getting to see each other, false news, late night or early morning phone calls that disrupted one or the others sleep schedule only for one of you to fall asleep 5 minutes into the call anyway. So many reasons to just give up on it all.

To find something better, something worth it.

Yet, here you were lying in your bed thinking about him lying next to you. Wishing he was, but the other thoughts of the fights and the final one where you both decided that it was time to move on. You both agreed.

You wondered why you didn’t fight harder to keep it, why he didn’t either. Maybe it was just because it was easy. As you sat there you thought, wishing you hadn’t put your rings in your dresser drawer.

You reached for your phone, it was late. You knew you shouldn’t, but it wasn’t the first time. You called the number, it only rang twice before he answered. You knew he was in town, so you knew it’d be easy to convince him to come home. If home was even the word for it now.

It wasn’t long before there was a knock at your door. You padded down and opened it, the dull porch light caught in brown eyes.

A sense of relief washed over both of you as Tom stepped through. The door closed softly behind him, with a flick of the lock his lips were falling on yours, taking you in like he thought you might disappear from his grasp.

Everytime he was in town it’s how it went, and every morning you’d wake up wearing his shirt and he’d still be there.

Yet, everytime he left with the same words on his lips. “Y/N, we can’t keep doing this… we separated for a reason. We need to stop backsliding, we need to stop falling back into the same thing. I don’t want us hurting each other.”

You’d agree, wondering why you didn’t stop him from leaving. Him wondering why he didn’t stay.

It was another year before the two of you started casually seeing other people. It wasn’t the same. You heard about Tom seeing some model through a tabloid you passed at the store. He heard you were dating a nice guy from one of your mutual friends.

So, why was it neither of you could just be happy? Was it because you kept thinking about the past? Was it because even after the two of you knew the other was seeing someone else you still managed to call him, and he always showed up?

There's a million reasons why you should be happy. You just needed one, but that one reason, the millions, weren’t good enough because all that really made you happy was him, and all that made him happy was you.

You finally decided that enough was enough. You were going to call him and tell him, you were done. You were pushing him out of your life for good. You weren’t going to let him back in. But he answered his phone calling you love, and you knew you were sliding back.

He held you so close that night, you’d thought he’d been asleep when the words quietly fell from your lips.

“Why do I need you if we aren’t meant to be together? Why do we keep doing this? I need you, Tom. I can’t even begin to explain how much…” Tears slid down and caught on your pillow. A gasp left you when Tom’s hand came up and brushed your cheek. Your eyes met his in surprise.

“I need you too, sweetheart… I’m sorry. I know things haven’t been perfect, but I do still love you.” He whispered to you, placing soft kisses on your forehead.

“I love you too, Tom.”

“It won’t be easy, but I think we could make it work better now, don’t you?”

You nodded.

He smiled and pulled you in for a kiss.

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‘I got the part!’ The text from Tom read. A wave of jealousy crashed over you as you curled up tighter on your couch. Of course you were proud of him and very happy that he got the part in this new movie he wanted.

But once again you got a rejection call that morning, making it hard to really feel the happiness you wanted to for him. You sent back a short congrats before turning your phone off.

It wasn’t that you wanted to ignore him, but you just couldn’t read his excited messages you knew would follow about the part he got.

Especially when it’s been three months since your last gig and you were beginning to look for a part time job. Yeah that made sense the girl dating Tom Holland getting a retail job. Just perfect right?

He’d really want to stay with you then.

Your thoughts crashed down on you for what felt like forever. You couldn’t even bring yourself to move when there was a knock at your door.

When the door opened you knew it had to be Tom, he was the only other person with a key besides the landlord.

By now the room was dark so he switched the light on. “Y/N,” he called out, unable to see you on your couch. “Are you here, love?”

You wiped at your cheeks but didn’t answer, hoping he would leave you to wallow in your sadness.

However, he was much too worried about you, you stopped answering him a while ago. Something unlike you and he wasn’t going to give up until you answered or he found you.

You could hear him heading towards your bedroom, but you couldn’t see him because you were facing the back of your couch.

He froze spotting you all curled up, a deep frown set on his face. He sat down beside you and gently shook your shoulder. “Sweetheart,” he said it softly, as if you were sleeping and he was trying to wake you.

“Please go, Tom,” You said it so quietly he almost thought he heard you wrong, or rather he hoped.

“Are you sick love?” He asked, reaching over you to feel the part of your forehead that he could see.

“I just really want to be alone,” you told him, swatting at his hand.

The worry in his gut changed from you being missing to wondering what he did that must have hurt you. He pulled his hand back. “Did I do something?”

“Why are you even with me?” You asked, not even meaning to. You really didn’t want to know the answer if it was bad.

He was quiet for a moment, shocked you’d ask such a thing. “Because I love you.” He answered simply. “What’s going on?”

You shook your head. “Nothing. Nothing is going on. Exactly that. I don’t get why you’re with me. I’m nothing but a failure. There’s so many better people out there you could be with, yet you’re wasting your time on someone that can’t even get a part in a dumb commercial. You deserve so much better than me Tom, you should go, really.”

You hid your face deeper into your couch, to hide your tears.

However, Tom was so surprised. He knew you’d been having trouble, but he never thought that you’d think he shouldn’t be with you because of that. He took hold of your arm and pulled you up.

You struggled against him, but his arms wrapped around you tightly.

“I know you’re having a hard time, but please Y/N just listen. Nothing will ever change how I feel about you. I’m not with you for any other reason than I think we were meant to be together. You’re so smart and charming. You’re beautiful and funny, and I just can’t get enough of you. I want you by my side through everything. I love you. I don’t want either of our successes or failures to dictate this love we share. We’re in this together. You will find something great I know it. But please don’t ever ask me to go, because we’re in this together.”

Tom stroked your hair as you sobbed into him. He kissed your head a thousand times it seemed.

“I love you,” he whispered once he got you to calm down some.

You sniffled, “I love you too, Tom.”

“I’ll ask around. We’ll find something for you, alright? I promise.”

You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but your boyfriend always came through for you.

He found you the perfect part in a new show and you were beyond thankful for him.

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“I’m not happy anymore, Tom,” tears clouded your vision. You hated this. You hated yourself for doing this. You knew you loved him. Truly. But it was so hard. It was hard to have a life with someone when the two of you lived different lives.

“No, no no no,” Tom said, reaching out for you. This was a his biggest nightmare. He knew you hadn’t been happy, but with his career really taking off, he found himself trapped in a cycle. You were sad, he’d be away, he’d come back, fix things, you’d be happy for a few days…. all before he was off again and you were back to being sad.

You stepped back out of his reach, needing to distance yourself. If you let him back in, you might not get this kind of courage again.

It hurt, you stepping away hurt so much. He took a step back out your doorway. He’d just gotten back to New York and was so ready to see you. But you opened the door and you couldn’t even make eye contact before you were telling him.

You were thankful he understood you needed space. “I have to break up with you. My heart can’t take this anymore. I wish we could have been happy, but I can’t live my life like this anymore.”

He saw the pain in your eyes, but he could also see that there wasn’t going to be any changing your decision. He tried anyway. “There’s really nothing I can say or do to change your mind?”

You smiled faintly, it was nice that he was at least willing to fight for you. But you shook your head. “I don’t want to hold you back, you have such a wonderful life ahead of you. A different kind of life than I want, Tom. Right now, I don’t think I could stomach giving up a life of privacy and happiness like that. I’m sorry.”

He nodded in understanding, fighting the urge to let his own tears fall. “Well then… I wish you nothing but happiness, doll. If… you ever change your mind, you know how to reach me.”

You nodded, offering him one last kiss on the cheek before closing your door on him.

Walking down 29th and park I saw you in another's arms Only a month we've been apart You look happier

He thought he was seeing things. He thought there was no way that it was you. He couldn’t believe it. There you were, just about a month later, walking the streets of New York, another man’s hand on your waist.

It killed him, that should have been him. He shouldn’t be on lunch from filming without you by his side. He shouldn’t be missing you every second of every day.

But he was.

And you couldn’t have been, because there you were, smiling like he hadn’t seen in so long.

He supposed it was better this way, because you did look a lot happier.

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

He knew it wasn’t a good idea yo go out with his friends after filming that night. He just had the nagging feeling he should go back to his place and go to bed.

Yet, here he was sitting in the bar he knew you frequented. Luck wasn’t on his side as he watched you enter the bar. Wearing the light purple dress that hugged your curves perfectly. The one he always told you made you somehow look even more beautiful.

He couldn’t deny just how much happier you looked with that new guy on your arm as he said something to make you laugh.

He forced himself to leave the bar, not bothering to tell his friends he was going. He just couldn’t stomach that yeah, you did look happier, and he wasn’t the reason for it.

Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you But ain't nobody love you like I do Promise that I will not take it personal, baby If you're moving on with someone new

He couldn’t take it anymore.

He needed you back.

He loved you too much to not win you back.

It was late at night, and a few drinks in, and he was calling you.

When you didn’t answer it hurt, but he started what he wanted to say.

“Y/N, I miss you. I love you so fucking much…,” but as he said those words something struck him. He swallowed the lump in his throat. “I don’t think you’ll find anyone that loves you as much as I do… but I hope you find someone who loves you. I know you’re moving on, I don’t take it personal, you deserve that. I just… couldn’t not tell you one more time.”

The tone beeped and he turned off his phone, not wanting to know he if was going to get an angry call from you or your new boyfriend.

'Cause baby you look happier, you do My friends told me one day I'll feel it too And until then I'll smile to hide the truth But I know I was happier with you

“You called her?!” Harrison asked, exasperated.

Tom had just handed him his phone the next morning, afraid to even turn it on. He nodded slowly.

Harrison sighed. “Mate-“

“She’s happier without me, Haz…” he said it quietly, and it hurt his friend to even hear him like that.

“And one day you’ll be happy, too.” Harrison told him.

He didn’t believe him.

Sat on the corner of the room Everything's reminding me of you Nursing an empty bottle and telling myself you're happier Aren't you?

As hard as he tried to get out of his slump it felt like it was never ending.

He couldn’t get you out of his damn mind. You were everywhere. Everything he did, he thought of you. You were ingrained in him.

He would drink himself drunk every night thinking of you. Doubt always slipped in, the thought of how could you be happier without him when he was this unhappy without you. He wondered if you really were happier, or if it was just because you found something new and different.

But he knew, deep down.

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

He hurt you. Not intentionally, but still. There was another message on your phone from him.

‘I need you. I still love you and I don’t think I’ll ever get over you. I know you deserve better… but please, give me another chance…’

But I guess you look happier, you do My friends told me one day I'll feel it too I could try to smile to hide the truth But I know I was happier with you

You thought it might be fate when you physically crashed into him the next day. He didn’t look his best.

But he thought you were glowing. He could see just how happy you were just from the first glance.

Little did he know that you weren’t. You did miss him.

He tried to smile but you could tell it was forced.

You were always happy with him. You supposed you only thought you’d be happier without him entirely. “Were you really happy with me?”

He nodded, no hesitation. “I always hated every second I had to be away from you. I just… didn’t know what to do about it…”

You sighed, “Tom when I said I wasn’t happy it was the situation… you… you never asked me to go with you. I didn’t think you’d want me to so I never bothered to ask…”

He rubbed at his forehead. How could have been so stupid. “I-I only didn’t ask because I wasn’t sure if you would want that…”

“I think we’ve both made some mistakes, yeah?” You asked.

“I am so sorry,” he admitted.

You nodded, “So am I…”

“Please, will you take me back, love?” He asked.

You offered him your hand, “Of course I will.”

It was a few weeks later when Tom and Harrison entered the apartment with Jacob, Zendaya, and Laura in tow.

Tom looked mildly irritated as the lot approached you and your place on the couch.

“Hey guys,” You greeted, receiving some hello’s as they all sat down around you.

Tom flopped down beside you and put his arm behind you.

They were all looking at you.

“What’s going on?” You asked, not liking what was going on.

“They want to play truth or dare,” Tom said, rubbing his forehead.

You raised an eyebrow. “Okay?” You questioned.

“With us just asking you,” Zendaya told you.

You frowned now. “That doesn’t seem fair, now does it?”

“Well,” Jacob started. “If you think about it, we’ve been going really easy on you the past few times we’ve played, because we didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“But now we know that you’re totally fine with it,” Laura continued. “We think we deserve to know some things about you and see how far we can push you.”

You looked over at Tom who was shaking his head.

“I told them you wouldn’t go for it.” He admitted.

You shrugged. “I don’t mind,” You told him. “I knew the whole time that’s what was happening, I like you guys and I’m comfortable enough with myself to tell you what you want to know.”

“Told you she’d go for it,” Haz threw at Tom.

Tom rolled his eyes and threw a couch pillow at his friend.

“Well, let’s get going guys,” You said, eager to see what they wanted to know.

“So,” Zendaya started off. “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare,” you said. “Since all the dares you guys have previously had me do were silly little things, let’s see what you’ve got.”

Zendaya smirked. “I dare you to go put on Tom’s favorite lingerie you have for the rest of the game.”

Tom put his hand to his heart. “Daya you’d ruin that for me?”

“She’s gotta agree to it first,” She told him.

You shrugged. “Sorry, baby. We can find a new one this weekend.” You left the room and went to put on what she was requesting.

When you returned they were all surprised and now blushing. All but you. You sat back down and pat Tom’s leg. “Alright, who’s next?”

“I’m not asking truth or dare since we all already have what we want to ask and tell you to do. So,” Haz started, being the first to gather himself up. “Have many different people have you fooled around with?”

You had to pause to think about it. “5 including Tom, for future reference if you guys want to know 2 of those were at the same time.”

“Damn,” Jacob started. “Who would have thought.”

“Tom, your girls got game,” Daya told him.

He rubbed at his forehead, “I’m aware of that, thank you.”

“Y/N, what’s your sexual orientation?” Laura asked next.

“I’m bi,” you told them.

“Really?” Haz asked.

You nodded.

“So…,” Jacob started. “Do you like dick or vagina more?”

You chuckled. “Well, here’s the thing. There’s nothing like a dick being inside you, but also vagina’s are just so good.”

“I think we can all agree on the respective statements there,” Zendaya chuckled.

And they all did agree.

The turn was now back to Zendaya so you looked to her patiently. “Since everyone’s trying to get their real questions out of the way, I’m asking another dare. Dare you to spell your entire name with your tongue out on Laura’s neck.”

“If Laura’s okay with that,” you said, looking to her.

She blushed lightly but nodded. “Fine by me.”

You went over and straddled her lap. You went to work on spelling your name out in the softest spot of her neck.

Her hands settled on your hips basically bare hips. She had to hold her breath for fear of making any type of noise.

They watched as you went to work.

Tom really found he couldn’t stop himself from looking at your ass as you were in Laura’s lap. “Jee, never thought my real girlfriend would be teasing my movie girlfriend.”

You chuckled as you removed yourself from her lap.

“How’d she do?” Zendaya asked Laura.

Laura nodded as she blushed. “She’s too good with her tongue, I don’t understand.”

“Damn,” Zendaya said, she kind of didn’t think you’d make it this far, but you were proving her wrong.

“Okay,” Haz said. “Dare you to remove a piece of clothing off of someone with just your teeth and it can’t be Tom.”

“Hm,” You said, looking around at them then settled on Jacob. “Say bye to that button up Jacob.”

He blushed but nodded and stood to make things easier for you.

You started from the bottom and worked your way down. You undid every button with your tongue and teeth. As soon as they were undone you the rest of the shirt off of him with your mouth, managing to not touch it with anything else at all.

“I’m actually impressed, I thought that might take longer,” Harrison said.

You shrugged. “Practice.” You and Jacob both sat down.

“Are you a screamer?” Laura asked next, one you were settled back down.

You chuckled. “I can be, depends on the kind of sex.”

“Wait, serious question,” Zendaya cut in. “Is Tom a screamer?”

“Don’t answer that,” Tom said, quickly covering your about to answer mouth.

The group laughed.

“Z, it’s not even your turn and this is about her, not me,” He warned.

She shrugged. “I’ll get you next time we play.”

“Jacob, your turn,” Laura reminded,

“Um,” he started. “If you have any sex toys you have to show us all of them.”

“Really? They’re just sex toys,” you said, but got up and went to get them.

“Wait,” Tom started. “You have those?”

“What else am I supposed to do when you have to go to a different location for shooting for a couple weeks and I have to stay here?” You called from the end of the hall. You returned with a box and put it on the table. You pulled the top off and let them all peer inside.

They were all honestly to see you had any let alone more than one.

“Since it’s my turn, dare you to have one of these in for the rest of the game.” Zendaya said.

You looked at her to make sure she was serious and shrugged. “Sure, your choice.”

She picked out the one that you were hoping she’d pick, it was a small insert that was controlled with a remote. You offered her the remote and went to the bathroom to put it in. When you returned she didn’t hesitate to turn it on. You sat back down next to Tom and Harrison continued the fun.

“Dare you to leave a hickey on everyone in the room in different spots.” He told you.

“Can’t be anywhere visible with us filming thought,” Laura stated.

“Really Haz?” Tom asked.

He shrugged. “I couldn’t think of anything else.”

“I’d like to opt out of this one,” Jacob said. “I don’t think my girl would be too happy to find that on me. Since she is coming to visit this week.”

You started with Laura, leaving a mark on her boob, low enough that it wouldn’t be seen with a regular shirt collar. Next you moved to Harrison. “Remember you asked for this, and you’re not filming, so.” You straddled his lap and kissed his neck once slowly before leaving your mark.

He flinched slightly at first, not expecting you to leave a kiss before starting. You made sure it would last the week.

Next you moved to Zendaya. You kneeled down in front of her, earning curious looks from all. “Want to hike that skirt up some?”

She watched you carefully as she pulled the bottom of her skirt up. She spread her legs for you.

You worked two marks into her inner thigh.

She turned the vibrator up as you marked her.

You let out a soft hum against her skin before releasing it. “That’s fro the vibrator.”

She chuckled. “You’re pretty good at that.”

“I know,” You admitted, going to sit back down next to Tom. You tugged his shirt up.

“Hey,” He started, trying to push it down. “I’m not part of this.”

“Haz said everyone.” You told him before leaning down and marking a spot along his pant line.

He sighed and let you go.

“Y/N, what other kinks are you into?” Laura asked once you were finished.

You thought for a moment before answering. “Well, since you can probably tell by the fact that Zendaya’s really trying to throw me over the edge with the vibrator and I thankfully have gotten off, I’m into edging. If you couldn’t tell before I have an oral fixation. I’m really into hickies but Tom won’t get really into that because of the press. Mild to moderate BDSM. I think those are it.”

“Wow,” Haz and Jacob said in unison.

Laura nodded in appreciation.

And by the look on Daya’s face she was already planning her next dare.

“Next?” You asked.

“Dare you to oragsm in front of us.” She stated.

“Enough!” Tom cut in quickly. He reached across the coffee table and grabbed the remote she was holding from her. “You guys are done. Time to go.”

“Aw, Tom come on,” Daya said. “She said we could push her.”

“I’m drawing a line,” He said. “The only two people that are going to make Y/N orgasm are me and her.”

“Tom, relax, I would have drawn the line there.” You told him, reaching for the remote. It was time to turn it off.

He gave it over with a huff. “Please guys, time to call it a night.”

His friends agreed and finally gathered themselves up to leave.

“Night guys,” Haz said, moving to go back to his room.

“You don’t want to join us,” You asked, teasing.

He blushed lightly. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m going to bed.”

“Night,” Tom called, giving his friend the signal that he needed to go.

Tom flopped back down on the couch and ran a hand over his face.

You settled right next to him. “You okay?”

“No,” He said, but quickly corrected himself. “I mean, yes I’m okay, that was just… I wish I could have found all that out myself instead of my friends coming here and doing all of this. And I’m surprised you went as far as you did. I didn’t think-”

“That I’d go for it?” You asked. “You have plenty more you can still learn about me Tom. A lot more interesting things than what I like in bed. Hell, I still have things I need to learn about myself. Don’t be too upset.” You kissed his forehead.

He sighed and took your hand. “I suppose you’re right. Come on, let’s go to bed, it’s been a long day.”

You smiled, grabbed your box of toys off the table and pulled him towards your room.

“Are we ever going to use any of these?” He asked, looking at the box in your arm.

You glanced up at him before handing him back the remote for the one you still had in. “I wasn’t sure if you’d be into them, they’re for when you aren’t here, but I’ll gladly use them with you.” You set the box down on your side of the bed.