#thblurbs

Click. Slam. Bang. Flop. Silence, but not for long. Groan.

The series of sounds that follows as Tom opens the door to your room, shuts it behind him, drops all of his things on your floor and flops on your bed, face down on your pillow all while you sit on your bed, back against the headboard and your laptop on your lap.

“How was your day, honey?” You say sarcastically. You and Tom weren’t together, merely friends and roommates. Tom flips over on your bed, now glaring up at you.

“It was just lovely. Absolutely splendid. Really fucking amazing” Tom scoffs.

“Want to talk about it?” You ask as you close your laptop up, placing it next to you before patting your to high for Tom to rest his head on which he does without even saying another word.

“Love is overrated,” He says, relishing in the way that your fingers wind themselves in his curls.

“Is that so?”

“Yep. I’m tired of girls who just want to fuck. Like it’s fun but I want a relationship. Like a deep emotional connection,” He pauses, sighing. “Who needs love when you have a roommate who lets you complain while they play with your hair.”

You can’t help but laugh at that as you think of what to say and how to start your sentence. There’s only a few things that you can think of to say and all of them end with you admitting something that you weren’t absolutely certain you wanted to say, but the more you think about it, the more you know you have to say it. The weight has never felt quite so heavy on your shoulders as it does now and this will either relieve it or make it worse.

“Well. I think you should still give love a chance. You never know what’ll come to you.” Tom opens one eye and peers up at you curiously.

“What fantastic dates have you been on recently that have you all philosophical about love?”

“None, trust me you’d know about them” You say with a laugh. “There’s just someone that I really care about and really really like”

It feels heavy comings out of your mouth, your lips wanting to stick together every time they touch to stop your sentence.

“He sounds lucky. Why don’t you tell him?” Tom closes his eyes once again, resettling his head on your lap.

“Just did,” You press your lips together and feel your heart beat faster and harder against your sternum. You watch Toms expression shift to three different forms of confusion before his eyes shoot open and he sits up.

“What?” Tom is frantic, heart pounding in his chest, breaths shallow, if he didn’t know any better, he’d say it was an adrenaline rush.

“I thought it was pretty clear, Tom”

“No no. You mean... me?”

“Of course it’s you”

“What do you mean of course?”

(toms not an actor in this at all if you couldn’t tell whoops)

“Hi, I’m Y/N, and i’m here to play with puppies and answer your questions but probably mostly puppies”

They let the puppies in the room after the into and one immediately came over to you and start to jump up onto you. They asked you various questions about your career, your life, your biggest inspiration. There was only one more question.

“Who do you think we should watch out for?”

“In terms of music?” People behind the camera nod at you as you mindlessly pet the puppy whose nearly asleep on your thigh. “Tom Holland. He’s insanely talented. Definitely should go listen to everything he’s sang. He deserves way more recognition than he has. And if I’m being entirely honest he’s not bad on the eyes” you say with a laugh before you’re instructed to do the outro.

Tom woke up that morning with eight emails from his publicity team and producers, 1.6 million new followers on spotify and 300k new followers on instagram and counting. He swore he was dreaming when he read out the fourth email from his manager.

Y/N wants you to open for you on her next tour

He’d never replied yes so quickly. When he finally watched the interview he couldn’t help the blush that came to his cheeks.

Months later and you guys meet for the first time at the first location of the tour. You’re everything you make out to be in interviews and more. Kind, sweet, funny, all of which he already knew, but helpful as well, always trying to help out the crew at venues and the producers. Finally the first show of the tour is about to go, you’ve finished the meet and greet you were scheduled to do and now you stood back stage warming up tom was as well, screwing around with some weak chords on guitar, he was terrified honestly but if he just pushed it to the back of his mind, maybe it’d go away. He can’t help but notice how you pace around the same spot.

“Nervous?” He asks you from his spot on the red couch.

“Shouldnt I be asking you that?” You reply with a chuckle, continuing with a breathing exercise.

“Maybe. You seem like you need it more though” He answers, knee bouncing slightly.

“M’always nervous. They paid for this concert and they deserve a good show. I know that none of them will care if I mess up words or anything but I still want to do my best” You nod to affirm your point and just as he’s about to reply, Tom is told he has to get in position to go on stage in five.

“You’re gonna do great” You day and hug him before he has to leave.

Tom doesn’t expect as loud of a cheer as there is when he says his name, he talks for a little bit about what it’s like to be away, talking about how nice you are, all as an attempt to calm himself down which works for the most part, but there’s still the little twinge in his stomach of wanting to impress. But that twinge isn’t for the audience, it’s for you. He puts on what was possibly his best show ever, he fed off the energy of the audience and you could see that from the monitor back stage. The louder the audience got the harder he went.

“That was amazing!” You shout, immediately wrapping you arms around him after he walks off stage not caring about the sweat or the way that his chest is heaving. “You did so good” He wraps his free arms around you, the other holding his guitar behind him. You pull away and in a moment of pure adrenaline, he presses his lips to yours. The rational part of his brain pulls away before you can respond.

“I’m sorry that was totally uncalled for and I-” you cut him off by kissing him again.

“Next time I suggest taking me out for dinner first but I’ll give you a pass this time” You chuckle.

“Is it too late to take you out for dinner now?” He teases back.

i could either go dirty or fluffy with this. also sorry this is so late.

[[MORE]]

tom realized that you blushed a lot on your very first date

it was just one of those “huh they do that a lot. cute” things. and then he forgot about ut

but it only reoccurred to him about a month later

since then he’s loved making your cheeks bright

“good morning sweets”

said in a gruff morning voice as he wraps his arms around your waist

hands drifting under your shirt and dragging across the soft skin

sending shivers down your spine and heat to your cheeks

he’d definitely mostly use nicknames to make you blush

peaches, sweets, lovebug

definitely saving darling for that final push of making your cheeks red

also

faint touches all day long

gentle fingers along your skin

a hand on the small of your back to reach around you

fingers in your hair lulling you to sleep while the two of you cuddle

tom

darling & love

absolute staled yknow? i feel like all of them call you darling and love but mostly tom. especially in groggy morning voice? yeah. he liked the way your cheeks heat up at it

lovebug

this was an accident or a joke and then it just sorta stuck and now it’s his favourite

haz

angel

princess

harrison likes names like angel and princess cause you are one!!! all women are queens!!! he knows that!!! he def uses angel when you’re doing the do y’a dig?

harry

peaches

babe/baby

i sneezed as i read this request. just thought you all should know that

Tommy💗: uh y/n are you sure you’re okay?

The text came merely seconds after your sent a message preemptively, complete with a kgufn at the end of whatever word you had been typing from you dropping your phone on your face after a sneeze.

you: yes i’m fine don’t worry

Tommy💗: darling i’m coming over to take care of you

you: no don’t. besides the doors locked, you can’t make me open it

Tommy💗: i have a key

With a groan, you tossed your phone on to the other side of the bed. Damn Tom and him being a stupidly good boyfriend with his stupidly cute face and his stupid key to your apartment. You hated when he took care of you. Actually no, you loved that he took care of you but hated feeling like you were taking time out of his day that he could be spending doing something else. But instead, he was with you because you couldn’t milk out some stupid cold. 

Maybe you fell asleep, you weren’t sure, but you woke up to Tom closing your bedroom door, only really realizing it when your bed dipped on his side. A small groan came from your throat as your blanket-wrapped body rolled involuntarily towards him.

“Did I wake you? I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry” Tom turned so he could see your face, although he hardly could from the blanket wrapped around it.  He pushed the blanket out of his way so he could place his pal, against your cheek. Upon feeling the heat from your cheeks, he flipped his hand and pressed the back of his hand to your cheek and then to your forehead. You leaned into his touch, appreciating how cool and smooth his skin felt against yours. “You’re burning up” You only nodded.

Tom pushed some of your hair back underneath the blanket. The look he gave you made you melt. Nothing but pure love and adoration. A slight tilt of his head and a small smile on his lips. You wondered how he could still love you even while you were nothing but a sneezing burrito on your bed that maybe groaned if provoked. 

“How about i make you some soup, you can take a nap, and then we can cuddle and watch the new season of Lucifer, okay?” 

You nodded again, you hoped he got the smile that you tried to give him. Judging by the way his smile widened, spreading across his lips and combined with a small laugh, you assume he got it. 

“I love you” You mumbled, your voice was gross. Tired and raspy and sickly. You were hardly even sure that the words came out as words and not just noises. But Tom got it. He always did.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, you were sure that your skin could have scalded his, but if it did, he ignored it.

“Mate, I really don’t get why you want me to meet her. What’s so special about her?” Harry couldn’t tell if Tom was groaning or whining. Probably both. Harry was fully prepared to take whatever bullshit Tom had come up with this time to avoid meeting you. Truthfully when he could avoid interacting with new people, he would. And since he had only been home for a couple of days, he didn’t want to interact with anyone that wasn’t Harrison, Tessa, or his family.

“Trust me. You’ll love them.” It was all Harry could say. Even though he’d already told Tom those exact words thousands of times, usually paired with a reason why, but this time he didn’t bother. Harry was already dragging Tom to meet Zendaya and you. He’d only told Tom you were going to be there while they were in the car. Tom groaned in response and then began to scroll through instagram.

Tom first saw you and you looked nervous, despite the laugh that Z had caused. One of your arms was crossed over your chest, holding the tricep of your other arm while your free hand fiddled with the fabric of your shirt.

All it took was a small hello from both you and Tom, a glare from Harry which caused Tom to ask about your film with Z, and Harry didn’t see the two of you apart for hours.

You’d seemed off lately, to say the least. After Thanksgiving, Tom had noticed how down you’d been. You hadn’t been able to see your family for Thanksgiving and found out earlier in the week that you wouldn’t be able to for Christmas either.

i changed the prompt a bit whoops

100 ways to crush your soul prompts (still accepting even tho it’s been a while)

“One second” You shout following the three knocks heard on your apartment door. You do one final swipe of mascara on your eyelashes before closing the tube and setting it backs in its designated spot on your vanity. Not bothering to check through the peep hole, you pull the door open thinking that it was just your friend coming to pick you up only to be met with a face that you haven’t seen in a good few weeks; “Tom”

“Uh hi” It’s all he says before stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans and his gaze falls to the floor. Tom opens his mouth as if to say something but when no sound comes out he closes it.

“Is there something you needed?” You ask politely, yet you move yourself into the doorway so the door rests on your arm and hip, preventing Tom from entering. A force of habit really.

“Yeah actually. I um. I left my stuff here. Just a sweater and a pair of jeans i think but maybe other stuff? I’m not really sure” He stumbles over his words but gets the point out eventually. “It’s my swi-“

“Your grey swish store one? I know I found it. Give me one sec” You disappear inside the apartment, letting the door close behind you. Toms tempted to walk in and follow you but he knows it’s wrong. Not now. You’ve been broken up for a couple weeks and it wouldn’t be okay to now.

“Here you go” You day once you emerge from the door, a neatly folded pile of clothing in your hands with a spider-man tooth brush sitting on top of it. He’d got it as a joke when he started staying at your place more often.

“Thanks” You nod but Tom doesn’t walk away, neither do you. “You’re all dressed up. Where are you headed?”

“Just some drinks with coworkers. Nothing too big” You shrug and Tom nods.

“Nice, nice. Your hair looks good”

“Thanks” There’s another awkward pause.

“Maybe we should get drinks soon? I know it’s really recent but I still care about you and I’m home for a while now” Tom asks. And you feel so bad for what you’re about to say. He made himself vulnerable and you know how hard it is to do. You want to say yes, you really do, but that’s not what comes out.