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and they lived happily ever after ... or whatever // Tom Holland

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“Come on Tom don’t be ridiculous!” You match his volume, “I had every right to be annoyed. We’d planned this thing for weeks!”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, (Y/n)!” He continues to defend, “I’ve had a busy schedule with everything going on and it just slipped my mind. I can’t change that.”

“I reminded you that morning!” You point out, “And it’s not like you were doing something you couldn’t get out of. Drinks with the boys? You can do that anytime!”

The derivative of this argument had stemmed from Tom missing an important evening you were supposed to be attending for your business. He knew you’d been terrified about it for weeks and you’d been prepping to meet all of these important business figures since you’d first been invited. You wanted him by your side. Instead, he’d supposedly forgotten and gone out with the boys for drinks instead. Sure, he had been busy recently. He’d been doing a bunch of press for Onward and had only recently finished up with Cherry, whilst also juggling a few new projects that seemed to be in the pipeline. But you’d asked for one night. And you didn’t expect that to be so hard for him.

In fact, the two of you had been arguing a lot recently. Ever since you’d moved into this flat together, you’d been at it like an old married couple. You hadn’t done the dishes? Argument. He’d forgotten to get the groceries you’d asked for? Argument. You came back late from work and hardly saw him? Argument. Day after day, the blissful couple managed to sink further and further into the stage they never wanted to get to.

“Really? Because on top of work, and travelling and everything, I hardly get to see them anymore,” He comments, running a hand through his hair, “I just thought I’d have one night to enjoy myself.”

“I wanted you to be there Tom,” You sigh, “I was terrified. Do you know how humiliating it is to be talking to investors and have them question why the seat beside me was empty at dinner?”

He swallows and you watch as his Adam’s Apple bobs prominently, “It wouldn’t have made a difference to their opinion of you if I was there or not.”

You scoff, “Right, Tom,” You fold your arms like you’re closing him off from you, “But it would’ve made a difference to me. I wanted my boyfriend to be there to support me. But I guess not.”

That silences him. All of his arguments to defend himself seem to fall flat.

“You have to be at the studio for interviews in an hour, you should probably leave now,” You comment coldly, hardly glancing up from the floorboards as you speak, “I’ll see you later.”

He doesn’t have it in him to find the right words to respond with. Instead, he watches you walk into the room that you shared in this apartment before he finally drops his hope and packs up his things to leave. As he left, all he could think about was how much he’d held you in that room. How many times had the two of you shared a bed? Without him falling asleep on the sofa, or in a hotel halfway across the world. Without an argument meaning you turned your backs to each other after a hasty good night. All he could think of was wrapping his arms around you tightly and promising you that you’d wake up with them still tight around your torso. He’d give you a morning kiss and ask to stay with you like that forever, until life dragged you to your separate callings.

- - - - - -

He’s already been asked if he’s okay four times since he got here - all by different people. They all said that he didn’t seem like himself but he’d dismissed it as fatigue quickly. Chris seemed the most concerned as they both got their microphones connected for the interviews.

“You good, buddy?” Chris frowns, watching Tom like he was a brother to him whilst Tom blanks out.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Tom nods encouragingly, trying to force himself back to normal.

“You know we don’t have to go ahead if you’re not comfortable,” Chris points out, “I’ll do them alone if you-“

“Honestly man, I’m good, let’s go,” Tom shakes it off, heading out through to the first interview of the day.

These days were always pretty long - interview after interview that always seemed to hold similar questions or set ups. But you always managed to brighten them. You’d send him a text to check he’d got there okay, or you’d sent him a voice note to update him on your day so far. Especially recently as the two of you had moved into your apartment. His phone would normally be buzzing a thousand times as you sent him different photos of cute furniture that you’d managed to find. Today, he hadn’t heard anything.

He knew he was in the wrong about this whole situation with you. You were completely right to want him to be there with you. You’d always done the same for him - press events, charity nights, premieres. You’d been by his side for all of his major moments. And he’d managed to slip up on the one night where it mattered. He knew that this would matter more to you than if he’d missed your birthday, an anniversary, even a meal with your family. Your career? That was always a big thing for you, and so was having Tom there to support. So yeah, he’d fucked up. And he’d made things worse by being too proud to admit it.

“And what about you Tom?” The interviewer continues, focusing his attention on the boy that was hardly in the room.

“Oh, I’m sorry, could you repeat the question?”

- - - - - -

“Man, what’s with you today?” Chris frowns, “I don’t wanna be rude but you’re really not with it today.”

Tom sighs and rubs a hand over his face, “Just been a bit of a long day.”

“Well, we’ve got three left,” Chris encourages, “I’ll be my wonderful self and you can sit back and look pretty.”

Tom tries to laugh but it falls flat against the weight on his chest. He wanted to be home. He wanted to find a thousand ways of making this up to you so he could tell you once and for all that he would change and that he was wrong. Every passing moment increased his fears that, this time, he’d be too late.

“Alright so, a lot of fans sent in questions for this interview,” The woman explains, Tom hadn’t been alert enough to catch her name, “Chris, what was your favourite thing about working on this film?”

Chris chats away naturally going through his answer, making some sort of joke that Tom forces a laugh at.

“And Tom, a lot of questions came in for you,” The interviewer smiles, “How have things been for you and (Y/n) now that you guys have moved in together?”

His eyes fall at the mention of your name, trying his best to muster any composure he can find before he looks back up, “Um,” He stops.

It felt like everyone’s eyes were on him. The useless boyfriend acting as though everything had to be fine.

“Things are going great, thank you,” He tries to readjust in his chair and smile, “We’re settling in well.”

“And she’s been very busy with her business recently,” The interviewer persists relentlessly, “You guys must be so busy! How has that worked?”

Tom feels himself fight against the quivering of his bottom lip, “I’m sorry, excuse me.”

“Tom?” Chris speaks up, frowning at the sudden change in demeanour.

“I have to go,” Tom stumbles quickly, “I’m so sorry.”

The interviewer seems practically dumbfounded.

“I’m sorry, excuse me,” Tom tries to de-tangle himself from the microphone and step through the maze of cameras and crew around them.

His assistant watches on in horror - this would be a hard one to explain!

But Tom would deal with all of that later. He gets himself out of the room with rapid breathing as he starts hurrying down the corridors to try and get out of the building. To get home to you.

- - - - - -

He’s practically trembling on the taxi journey all the way back to the flat - he’s convincing himself of every possible negative outcome and telling himself a million times that it’s too late to rectify what he’s done. The thought alone causes adrenaline to surge through him.

When the cab pulls up outside of your building, he rushes to the penthouse like there’s fire behind his feet. But as soon as he reaches the door? All of that comes crashing down. And there’s an odd solemn nature that falls over him that he can’t manage to shift.

There’s soft music playing from inside the flat and he’s cautious as he unlocks the door. It’s quiet and calm but he’s certain that the aftermath of a storm is always worse than the storm itself. You’re always awaiting the next.

Tom walks through the flat calmly until he reaches the spare room. The two of you had used it as a very jumbled place for storage since you’d moved in and never really got round to organising. Clearly today you’d set that task for yourself.

“Hey,” He begins softly and it instantly makes you jump.

You hadn’t heard him over the music.

“What are you doing home?” You frown, checking the time, “I thought it wasn’t supposed to be for at least another hour.”

“Yeah I know,” Tom scratches at the back of his neck, “I left early.”

You frown once again, “What happened? Was everything okay?” You pause the song and focus solely on him.

“Um, yeah, listen (Y/n)...” He pauses, glancing over at the photo album in your hands, “What are you doing?”

“Just looking through some old photos,” You tuck some stray hairs behind your ears and it pains you that it’s not his hand to make the movement, “I got a bit distracted from clearing out.”

“Can I join you?”

You shift around on the floor to make room for him beside you and, as he’d asked, he comes to sit cross legged on the carpet next to you.

“Oh my god!” Tom picks up a photo from the floor, “This was from Halloween, what like 3 years ago?”

“Yeah,” You smile, “The avengers idea!”

Your eyes glance over the group of you - you were Black Widow, Tom was Hawkeye, Tuwaine: the Hulk, Harrison: Captain America, Harry was Iron Man and Sam was Thor. You’d never been so proud of yourselves when the idea actually came off well.

“Why didn’t you go as Spider-Man?” You frown, looking at another photo of the night.

He laughs, “We said we’d go as the original group!”

The laughter settles as you move onto another one, the two of you on your first holiday together. Tom had taken you to Barcelona for your birthday and it had been the most under planned trips ever. The hotel ended up misbooking you so you had to find somewhere last minute, your flights got mixed up too and Tom forgot to book the restaurant that he’d been planning for your actual birthday evening. But it couldn’t have been more perfect. You spent the evenings hand in hand around the streets, you found quaint little corner shops and cafes that sufficed to make the entire weekend something you’d never forget.

“God, I really fucked up with that one!” Tom shakes his head, flicking through a few failed photos that an old couple had taken of you two.

“No, don’t be silly,” You defend, “It was beautiful.”

He smiles lightly and the two of you immerse yourself in more photos, organising them into the years of memories that you’d made together over your relationship. You slot the final photo into an album and set it into the box with the others - one for each year.

“(Y/n) I’m really sorry,” Tom begins, evidently returning back to his initial reasoning for coming home, “I didn’t mean to miss that event, and I know it was completely stupid of me to forget. I should’ve spoken to you and told you what I was doing. And if I’d have remembered, I would’ve been there with you.”

You look down at your hands in your lap.

“I know I can’t blame this on my forgetfulness or just act like this was a silly, forgettable mistake, because it wasn’t. Darling, you’ve always been there for me, every event, every premiere, everything- you’re always by my side. And, on one night where I should’ve been doing the same, I was ignorant and didn’t think of you as much as I should’ve done. As much as I should always do,” He sighs, the frown between his brows increasing, “You don’t deserve to be treated like that. God, if I’d have been there, I would’ve been proud beyond belief of you, of everything you’re achieving. You melt my heart with how unbelievably proud you make me and it kills me that I didn’t show you that when I should’ve done.”

You reach over and squeeze his hand, “Tom, we’ll keep going around in circles if we keep talking about this.”

His mouth parts and it’s like you see his heart sink, “What are you saying?”

“Dance with me,” You mumble, reaching over to play the music through the speakers once again.

It’s ‘Falling’ from Harry Styles’ album that starts playing and it seems awfully bittersweet for the moment. It doesn’t exactly fit but you don’t care.

You pull Toms hands and wrap your arms around him as he does the same to you. He’s uncertain at first but soon relaxes into your body being against him. He holds you close and lets your head hear the calming beat of his heart against his chest. You take in a shaky breath and feel like you’re holding him close enough to mold him back into you, into every part of your body and your mind.

“I love you,” Tom whispers against your hair, dipping his head down to bring the words as close to you as possible.

It feels like the first time in forever where he says those words and they really sink into your veins like they did when they’d first left his lips.

And, somehow, it brings you back to everything that had ever mattered. Something you’d managed to almost lose. Us.

~~~Based on Speechless by Dan + Shay~~~

"Alright babe give me five minutes!" You shout down the stairs as Tom hears you trip into something once again.

He chuckles and glances up to see your figure hurrying back down the corridor to the bedroom you shared with him. The movement encouraged the smell of your classic perfume to come trickling down the stairs toward his nose, a comfort he welcomed as he inhaled. It was like a scent that somehow defined you.

"Alright are my shoes down there?" You ask, hurrying down the stairs as you try to pin up the last parts of your hair - despite the fact it already looked effortlessly perfect.

"Stop doing that when you're coming downstairs," Tom laughs, catching your waist as you reach the bottom, "You'll fall one day,"

"And you'll be there to catch me," You smirk, pecking his lips quickly.

You dart past him to slip on your shoes that were, in fact, right by the door, and Tom can't help but stare at you helplessly. His eyes dart between the art of makeup covering your skin, down to the low neckline of the dress you wore and to the way it could flow around your legs. He let his gaze drift all across you and he found himself frozen in his spot - still unsure of how you had this much of an effect on him.

"Ready?" You ask and it shakes him from his daze, "What are you staring at?" You chuckle.

He shakes his head and scratches at the back of his neck, "I uh- Well, I-"

"You're a mess, Holland," You laugh, walking over and kissing him once again, "This happens literally every single time,"

"Nothing new," He chuckles, holding you close to him so that he can kiss you once, twice more.

The two of you were heading to a Brother's Trust event tonight. It was more of a high profile event in which a bunch of possible partners, ambassadors and journalists grouped together in order to give a bit of publicity to the organisation and, hopefully, help out in the long term. Tom always had no fear about you on nights like this. In fact, you eased his concerns about everything else just by being you. You were relaxed, comfortable, confident, welcoming and in all ways the depiction of what people would describe as 'perfect for him'.

"You don't need to worry, love," You speak over his thoughts once more as your hand settles over his in the back of the taxi that was taking you to the evening, "You've planned this meticulously over the past couple of months, it's literally impossible for anything to go wrong,"

"Oh no I'm not nervous, I mean I just-"

"I know when you're thinking about something T. I'm practically psychic," You joke to ease the worry and his shoulders begin to lose theirs simultaneously.

"I think you must be," He mumbles, eyes lingering on you for a little longer than normal.

Yours glance back up to him so that you're now simply locked in eye contact. But you'd never know how much of a deepset effect those eyes could have on him. They weren't of bold piercing colour and they weren't particularly prominent on your face. They were soft and calm and they seemed to always carry a dim light in them that brightened when you smiled. They were cool and tranquil, in all ways impossible to not get lost in. Tom was yet to find a way of combatting their labyrinth. But he wasn't complaining.

He hadn't complained since the first day they'd looked in his direction.

~~~

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr Holland,"

Tom wasn't sure of the source of the voice but the mention of his last name made his ears awaken. He turned his gaze to notice a young woman, roughly his age, speaking politely to his father. She had an air of calm to her presence and a wisdom beyond her years - evident in the way she carried herself. He found himself completely focused on her instantly.

"Ah, Tom!" It's his father's voice that snaps him back to reality as he glances up to see that they've now both turned in his direction, "This is Miss (Y/l/n), she was just explaining to me the work that she's been doing in Namibia and it sounds like something we could get on board with,"

Despite this being the protocol time to respond, Tom finds himself completely speechless in her presence. She wore a dark red coloured dress that fit her form perfectly and shaped her figure in all the right ways. She'd paired it with a pair of heels that made her just a little taller than him and he'd only just realised how much he'd been staring...

"What you're doing with The Brother's Trust is really incredible," You smile welcomingly, "I'd love to know more about the work. Your father was just telling me about the possibility of a few future projects and they all sound amazing,"

"Uh yeah, yeah I-" Tom knew that his nerves were completely obvious, and that was making things even worse, "I'd love to get to know you- you and your work of course I-"

His Dad continued to chat away after that and the three of you were soon joined by his Mum too, who you'd welcomed with a warm embrace as though you'd known her for years. But all Tom could do was watch you. It was like he'd come face to face with his greatest weakness. And he hadn't even learnt your first name...

~~~

Somewhere between the car journey and Tom's thoughts getting the better of him, the two of you had arrived at the prestigious event. First of all, was the red carpet. The pair of you were met with endless flashing cameras and plenty of journalists requesting interviews from the top couple of the night.

"It's so exciting to have been able to witness the progression of the organisation and being able to see how much the boys have worked to really make this into something that is truly making a difference," You nod to the interviewer, your hand finding Tom's as you spoke so fondly of him.

Even hearing you talk made his heart flutter full of nerves, still after all this time. He couldn't help himself.

"And Tom, isn't it great to have the support of (Y/n) through this whole process?" Thw interviewer prompts.

"Yeah, I'm -" He stops and glances at you, "I'm the luckiest guy in the world,"

~~~

The two of you spend the night mingling between as many people as possible and Tom slowly forces himself more and more to focus on you less. He's stood chatting to his brothers when you excuse yourself to go to the toilet.

"Yeah so I think it would be great if we could speak to them more abou-" Tom continues the conversation, stopping only as his eyes catch sight of the beauty that just stepped back into the room.

You're pinning your hair up into place once again and your eyes glance around the room before you catch sight of him.

"Dude!" Harry hits him over the head, "How, are you still so distracted by her? It's been three bloody years!" He laughs, evidently knowing the effect that you had on his brother. He was yet to find himself just how much of an effect love could have.

~~~

The air was probably a little too crisp to be stood outside but Tom welcomed the bitter chill. It was late enough for the London streets to have died down from their buzz and now he was only accompanied by the, shadows of stars and their artificial friends, the street lights.

"Room for another?" A voice he could now match a face to speaks up against his quiet.

Tom turns on his heel to glance in your direction, "Hi,"

"Hello," You smile, "I'm not a stalker or something but I figured I should give myself a proper introduction to you. I'm (Y/n),"

"(Y/n)," He repeats as if a name could be beautiful enough to match her, "I'm Tom,"

"This has been a really lovely event Tom but you seem as though you're a little lost," You comment, taking a step towards him on the balcony, "I've heard a lot about you and none of the comments tell me you're very nervous,"

"I guess certain people have certain effects," He scratches at the back of his neck, "So, really, I have to blame you,"

You laugh a little and, very much to his surprise, you blush at his compliment.

The embarrassed gesture might as well have knocked the air out of his lungs. You were just goddamn perfect.

"You know, it's not very often that I meet someone that can take the words right out of my mouth," Tom laughs, evidently relaxing into the quiet setting.

"Oh, love, I'm not even trying yet," You joke and laugh so much at your own comedy that your laughter becomes impossibly infectious.

He knew he'd listen to that laugh on repeat if he could.

~~~

"Honey, you're seriously out of it today!" You chuckle, turning so that you're facing Tom and settling your hand on his chest, "What's on your mind?"

"You,"

~~~~~~~

Through your teeth - Tom Holland

~~~

"It's not that easy is it Tom? I can't just switch it off and act like there's nothing there!"

He groans and runs a hand through his hair, "I'm not saying that (Y/n) but we just need to-"

"They want you to promote the fucking movie by pretending you and Z are together?" You scoff, "I heard you loud and clear T,"

"Not together," He corrects, "Just that there could possibly be something there. They say the fans love all that,"

"And you're willing to sell yourself out like that? I thought you had more self respect," You roll your eyes, walking toward the kitchen with him following close on your heels - ready to defend himself instantly.

"I'm willing to do everything I can to make this movie as successful as possible. I worked for months on this, you know that," He defends, watching your movements in expectancy of when this anger would turn to upset.

"Alright, let me get this straight," You set down the glass in your hands and turn to him, "You want me to act as though we don't date so that you can spend this press tour flirting with Zendaya in order to convince your loving fans that you're getting together, only to finish the press tour and come straight back to me?"

Tom pauses for a second, "Yes, but don't make it sound as bad as that I-"

"Tom do you realise how difficult it is anyway when people make comments about the two of you?" You sigh, hating yourself for letting your bottom lip tremble so much, "I get it constantly already and I'm just going to get it even more now,"

"I hate it too (Y/n), she's like my best friend. You think it's easy for me to have to do this?"

"Yeah, must be real difficult to pretend to be dating a beautiful model that you'll be spending every day with," You let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Sometimes I think it would be easier if I was," He speaks the words through gritted teeth as though his instincts were trying to find any way of stopping him from saying it. It's no use however. As the words fall against your ears like the scraping of nails on a chalkboard.

"I'm sure it would be easier for you Thomas. I'm sure it would. Because all I am is a burden that cares a little bit too much about you flirting with other girls," You nod with a clenched jaw, "Forgive me for giving a shit about us,"

And, with that, you move swiftly past his form to get as far away from him as you could in this small apartment.

~~~

You opted to call it quits on this day by midnight (having spent the evening away from Tom in your bedroom), getting changed into your pyjamas and getting yourself ready for bed before going to lock up for the night.

"(Y/n) can we at le-" Tom begins, standing up from the couch as soon as you walk back out into the lounge.

Harrison had got home by this point and sat wide eyed on the couch as he watched the two people that never argue be in the middle of an ongoing feud.

"There's not much milk left for the morning but there should be enough for a couple of coffees, I'll go and get some when the shop opens," You comment simply, "Harrison you left your keys in my jacket so I put them in your room."

"Oh yeah, yeah thanks," He nods, frowning at Tom.

This was unlike you. On the rare occasion that you argued with anyone, especially Tom, you'd always be the one to resolve it instantly. But this time it was upset that was fueling your feelings and that couldn't just be resolved quickly.

"I'll see you in the morning, night guys," You force a light smile, taking in a glass of water to your bedroom and closing the door behind you.

"Okay you need to sort this out," Harrison comments to his friend, raising his brows at him expectantly, "It's never this bad,"

"Come on dude it's only been-" Tom stops and looks at the clock, "Six hours, yeah, it's never been this bad,"

"She barely looked at you! Go, sort things out!" Harrison kicks him and forces him up from the couch to follow in your path.

When he enters the bedroom, you're laying on your side of the bed but still face towards his side. Your eyes are closed but he knows you well enough to know that didn't mean you were asleep - it usually took at least twenty minutes and that was when he was beside you to make the process quicker.

"I don't like easy," He speaks into the dead air and waits to see any response to the words, "In fact, I hate it. I'd get rid of the word if I could do,"

It's the confidence behind his confusing words that makes you open your eyes, peeking through only one open lid to focus on him.

"I don't think our relationship is easy and that's why I love it so much, why I love you so much," He continues to explain, walking over and standing beside the half-empty bed, "It's never been easy, (Y/n). It took me five years to tell you I actually liked you, another six months before we made anything official and another eight before I even told you I loved you. Its been messy at times and we've spent more time away from each other than we know how to cope with. So much has changed since we started dating and I'm thankful for every moment of it," He reaches out and pokes your side so that you open your eyes once again, "I'm thankful for you,"

"What film is that monologue from?" You mutter, a smirk dancing on your lips. Occasionally, he'd memorise a romantic monologue and speak it to you and then wait for you to guess which film it was from.

"I'm hoping it will make it into the film they make about my life, although I'm not sure who'd be good enough to play me just yet," He chuckles, running a hand through his hair, "I'm sorry for what I said (Y/n). In fact, I'm sorry for being so stupid to think all of that was a good idea in the first place,"

You shake your head, "I know, you didn't mean it,"

"Yeah," He sighs, "But its been six hours without you saying a word to me and I think that's way too much,"

"Yeah, maybe I was too harsh," You mumble, leaning up onto your elbow to see him better.

He shakes his head furiously, "Definitely not, I was an idiot," He assures you, "Now please stay awake at least until I'm ready,"

You smile and shift to sit up in the bed, "Just don't spend too long looking in the mirror Holland,"

Tom rolls his eyes and leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger there as he takes in the cool scent of your shampoo.

"I love you," He mutters, barely moving his mouth to speak the words.

~~~

"Alright I just need you to all clap in front of the microphones to sync the audio," You explain to the group in front of you as you take a seat in your regular chair.

Across from you around the table sat Zendaya, Jake Gyllenhaal, Jacob Batalon and Tom Holland. Your manager had been able to book them to come onto your podcast ahead of the release of their new movie and recording was just about to begin.

All of them do as you had asked and settle into their seats, headphones over their ears and the microphones covering the bottom portion of their face.

"Okay, cameras on, mics synced," You mutter to yourself like you were checking off a mental list, "Let's go,"

Your eyes flit to each of the actors before you begin.

"Alright, you're tuning into Unspoken, a podcast hosted by me, myself and I, (Y/n) (Y/l/n)," You begin, hands settling on the arm rests as you speak, "Today, I'm pleased to be joined by the cast of Spiderman Far From Home, we've got Zendaya, Jacob, Jake and Tom. Thanks for being here guys,"

"No thanks for having us," Zendaya beams, "We listen to your podcast all the time,"

"Well that makes my job a little easier," You chuckle, "For those of you who don't know, here at Unspoken we like to delve into one story from each guest at least that has been completely unspoken up until now. That sound good guys?"

"Oh god, I'm visibly sweating," Jake jokes, wiping at his brow.

You laugh and instantly feel yourself relaxing into the role, asking them a few questions about their experience filming and trying your best to not ask them all of those typical questions they were likely to already be fed up with.

"So I'm interested to know how you guys found your time here in London," You continue, "Tom did you have to show them round a bit?"

He'd oddly been a little quiet this whole time to the point where you had assumed something was wrong. But whenever the two of you made eye contact, he always managed to flash you an adorable smile.

"Yeah, yeah, we got some free time to look round and, uh, we-"

"Are you malfunctioning?" Z laughs at him, "I think he's scared of the microphone,"

Tom blushes boldly behind the microphone and you see him take a big gulp of his water.

"Where was your favourite place to shoot?"

You ask a simple question so that you don't have to worry too much about the answer. Instead, you turn your attention to Tom and give him a raise of your brows and nod of your head as a silent signal to check he was okay. He responds with an eager nod and a delicate smile... The blush from his cheeks had still not shifted.

~~~

"Now, we're coming to a close on the podcast so I just have one question left - Tom, what is your unspoken story?" You ask him, all of the cast turning their attention toward the blushing boy.

"Oh, god, urm," He scratches at the back of his neck.

"Didn't you think of one in the car?" Jake laughs, evidently trying to help a boy out.

"Well yeah but I-" Tom blushes so much you fear he's going to combust as he shifts in his chair again and again.

"Wasn't it something about you pissing yourself on stage once?" Jacob encourages, letting out a loud laugh.

"You peed yourself?" You chuckle and watch as Tom swallows to relieve some of his inability to respond.

"When I was in Billy Elliot," He mutters, "Sometimes I couldn't hold out when it had been a busy day,"

You chuckle but try to stifle it as much as possible as you see how utterly embarrassed he seems.

"What did you do?! Just let it all out?" Z exclaims and Tom clenches his jaw like he's certain this is the point the ground could willingly swallow him up.

"To be fair, I did that in the supermarket when I was a kid," You admit with a gentle shrug, "And once when I was on a train when I was about ten,"

"Ten?!" Jake bursts out and all three of them direct their attention toward your humiliating admittance.

You side eye Tom to see the tension in his shoulders has relieved just a little. You'd throw yourself in the deep end if it meant he could at least look a little less terrified.

~~~

Once all of the recordings have ended, you take the headphones from each of the actors and thank all of them individually.

"It was so lovely to meet you (Y/n)," Jacob smiles and pulls you into a warm hug.

"We'll meet you outside T, I think the car's waiting," Jake nods to his costar, clasping Zendaya and Jacob on the shoulder to direct them out.

"I'll just grab those from you," You say to the only remaining guest as he stands from his, seat.

Amongst his abnormal fidgeting, Tom had got himself trapped and tangled in the wire of his headphones.

"Come here, stay still," You laugh, stepping close to him and working to de-tangle the wiring.

He mumbles an incoherent apology that you dismiss with a shake of your head.

"There you go!" You smile as your hands brush over the portions covering his ear, pausing as your eyes catch his.

He swallows once again, "Thank you,"

"Were you doing okay over there today? You seemed a little -"

"Nervous?" Tom laughs awkwardly, dragging a hand through his curls.

"I was going to say terrified," You joke, setting down his headphones.

Your company lets out an exasperation as though he's going to say something but stops himself before beginning again, "Hey, um, thanks for helping out with that story,"

"Oh, don't worry," You smile, "I figured you could do with someone to take the weight,"

"Yeah, I'm glad I'm not on my own in public humiliation," He scoffs, "But I don't think it was a great story for Unspoken,"

"You think?" You raise a brow, suddenly intrigued by him saying more than he had said before.

"You see, I kind of had something else I wanted to tell you," He admits, taking a step toward you but only letting his feet move a few inches.

You nod your head and watch his every movement, seeing as the confidence trickles slowly into each muscle.

"I've been listening to this podcast every day on my way to work, every night if I can't sleep," Tom begins, his eyes falling in their contact away from yours, "And I always thought that the girl hosting was really funny, she was passionate, interesting, intelligent, willing to speak her mind,"

You're the one blushing now, trying your best to cool the red tones.

"And then I walk in today and see her face to face. And I fucking lost it," He laughs, "I was like a school boy! And I was so intimidated that I sat in that chair blushing and shuffling around like she could've killed me,"

You swallow the lump in your throat.

"I guess that's a better story but it doesn't have much of an ending," He glances up so his eyes meet yours.

"Oh, I hate the podcast having a bad ending," You smirk, bottom lip pulling between your teeth. Hurriedly, you grab a piece of paper from your desk and scribble down eleven digits, "Here,"

Tom's lips curl into a smile and he takes the phone number from you, tucking into his back pocket.

"I look forward to hearing more of your unspoken stories soon, Tom,"

~~~

~Tom Holland Request~

"Morning (Y/l/n)," Harrison calls as he walks onto set.

Instantly, he diverts his path away from the cameras and toward the edge where you were sat down. Tom takes the former route and heads over to where he'd be shooting for the day.

"Good morning Osterfield," You respond, "You got me coffee?"

He hands the other cup in his hand to you and takes a seat in the canvas chair beside you, "It's going to be a long day, I think we both need it,"

You chuckle and bring your leg up so you can settle your chin onto your knee, looking out at the bustle of set in front of you.

"Are you preparing for a busy day?" Haz asks you, taking a sip from the drink in his hand and wincing at the steaming heat.

"Are you kidding?" You roll your eyes, "I'm an on-call medic for Marvel. Aka the safest company I've ever known,"

Harrison laughs, "You'd think with all of the stunts that more would happen, you know,"

You roll your eyes and sit back into the rest of the chair, "You'd think,"

Your eyes flick around the set once again and settle on an all-suited Tom who's just speaking to one of the stunt coordinators about one of his scenes for the day. You watch as he moves in small movements to plan out how he would work the stunt and find yourself smiling at the action.

~~~

"Alright we're going to need that again please Tom,"

Harrison had left your side by now to help out with collecting some of the props so you were now just watching the scenes unfold on your own. It was getting harder and harder to watch as you saw Tom struggle to carry out the trick for this stunt - growing more tired with each take.

He tries once again and drops against the cushioning beneath him, letting out an exasperated curse word in his built up frustration.

The stunt coordinators are by his side instantly, inaudibly explaining how they'd find it best to carry out the move. You wish you could pull that boy from set and get some food and water in him - at least give him some energy to continue this tiresome day!

"Alright, let's go," Tom claps his gloved hands together, tugging the mask back over his curls and face to get back into the silhouette of Spiderman.

Action is called and the actor tries the flip once again, his legs flailing with effort and his body dropping to the ground in a certainly unnatural angle.

You're quick to jump to your feet, an instinctive response as a medic when you saw someone in assumed pain.

"Are you alright there Tom?" The director questions quickly, caution to his words.

The boy in question groans in response.

"Alright let's get the medic over here please," Someone else in authority calls, "Medic! Medic!"

You grab your bag of supplies and bolt across the set to where Tom is laying on the floor.

He rolls over onto his back and settles one hand on his chest, the other coming up to tug the mask off from his face, "I'm good, I'm good,"

You cock a brow and let a smirk dance on your lips, "Are you sure about that, superhero?"

He blushes a little and you're not sure whether his cheeks were always so brightly red, "I'm okay, honestly,"

"Let's get you up and I'll just check you over, okay?" You suggest, pushing yourself back up to stand and reaching out a hand for him.

Willingly, Tom accepts and you lead him over to a quieter part of the outdoor set and sit him down on one of the benches.

"What's hurting?" You ask the typical question, looking at him with expectant eyes.

"Just my ankle," Tom replies and you crouch down to focus on the area.

Cautiously, you take his ankle into your hands and begin to roll it gently, waiting to see what response it gave.

He winces and tries to bite back his pain, "Yep, that's the one,"

"Okay, well there aren't any visible signs of instant swelling so I'd say we're just looking at a sprain," You explain, more to yourself than anything, before looking up to meet his eyes, "I think you'll just about make it,"

He laughs and you see him blush even redder the longer he looks at you.

"So, um, how long have you been a medic?"

Tom makes harmless small talk as you wrap up his ankle and you're oblivious to the presence of Harrison only a few metres away - completely amused at the sight of Tom attempting to flirt even remotely with you.

~~~

"(Y/n)!" Harrison calls as you're walking across the road back to set.

"Hey!" You smile at your friend, "How's Tom?"

Haz smirks, "Just about fine,"

You nod, "It could've been serious, you know,"

Harrison can't help but laugh out loud at your concern and he sees the confusion wash your face, "You know he faked it, right?"

"What?"

"Come on, it was obvious!" He laughs, "He didn't know how to start a conversation with you and my boy's not the best at coming up with ideas,"

"Why would he lie about it?" You frown, feeling more humiliated than anything.

"Because homeboy likes you!" Haz grins and you feel your heart swell at the realisation.

"Oh shit,"

~~~

It is getting much later into shooting that afternoon when you get the chance to see Tom again.

"Tom," You begin, walking over to where he stood fully clad in his suit, "How's your ankle?"

He looks down at it through his mask and nods, "Better, thank you,"

"No problem," You smile, tucking your hands into your pockets, "Although I'd recomnend faking a head injury next time, they always take the most time,"

He stops before responding, head snapping up as he settles into the realisation that he'd been caught in the act.

"I'm not that difficult to talk to," You chuckle, "And I'd rather you not risk hurting yourself if you do want to chat,"

Slowly, Tom pulls the hood from his face and glances up at you, letting out a sigh that settles into a laugh on his lips, "You caught me,"

"Something like that," You comment, glancing over his shoulder to where you could see Haz trying to discretely watch you.

"It worked though," Tom shrugs, "You were definitely flirting,"

You mock offense in a gasp, "Is that right Holland?"

He lifts his hands up and shakes his head, "What can I say? I must just be that good,"

"Well maybe you can teach me some of your tricks," You say, cocking a brow.

"Maybe I can," He grins, "I'll catch up with you at the end of today, maybe grab something to eat?"

"Yeah, sounds good," You nod, "I'll make sure there's a car to pick us up, can't have you walking on that ankle,"

~~~

~A Tom Holland Imagine~

Even picking your feet up off the ground felt difficult today as your energy felt drained from the last restless night and your eyes found it too much of a task to remain in focus. There was a cup of green tea clasped in your hands and an oozing sense of dread to go to bed on your own once again. This was day eighty three of being on your own and you'd lost all hope of coping well. Tom was currently away filming and re-filming day after day which meant you'd spent the past few months alone in the flat it felt like you no longer shared. Don't let it be misunderstood that you were completely and utterly overwhelmingly proud of your boyfriend's success and it still made you bubble with excitement that you could watch him take over Hollywood, knowing he was living his childhood dream. But that didn't make days like these any easier - and nights were even worse.

"Are you missing your Daddy, Tess?" You pout at the dog as she jumps up to the couch beside you, leaning into your side to gain all of your attention, "I miss him too,"

Tessa loved you but you could tell this was getting to her too - nobody would compare to Tom.

You grab the TV remote and flick through the channels, pausing when your eyes scanned across a classic rom-com. It would just be your luck that the scene was currently the grand reunion of the two lovers as they embraced for what felt like a short eternity.

"Are they kidding, Tess?" You sigh, shaking your head as you start to feel that typical feeling bubbling up through your stomach, tightening in your chest, before finally reaching the quiver of your bottom lip.

And then they opened the gates. It started with a little trickle down your cheek as one tear dropped against Tessa's skin and then another and another as they became increasingly frequent against your own battle to keep this emotion internalised.

No matter how much you tried, nothing could stop that bitter clench in your chest at the thought of how much you missed that boy. It had been over a month since you'd seen him and, even then, your reunion was in the form of an impromptu trip to America to see him for a couple of days, where most of his time had to be spent on set or catching up on missed sleep. So you were on day eighty three of what felt like forever.

'Hey dude! Are you at home? x'

You'd tried go busy yourself with work, taking as much of your time to perfect your craft but even that felt a bit sad when there was nobody to share your work with. You still spent every Sunday with his family but it felt a little uncomfortable to sit at the table with an empty chair beside you and no hand brushing across your thigh. And Harrison still made sure to check up on you as often as possible - at Tom's very strict request. So, he 'just so happened to pass by' everytime he was on a training run and he'd spend a few hours here, every so often falling asleep in the spare room that was, essentially owned by him and Tom's brothers now.

Speaking of which...

'Hey dude! Are you home? x'

It was Harry. And now certainly wasn't the time for him to come round as you swiped tears away from your cheeks and tried your best to dry away your emotion.

'Not right now, I've got a work thing x'

You respond and his response of a thumbs up would normally confuse you but, right now, that boy wasn't your priority.

"What do you say Tess? Fancy an early night?" You suggest as the dog has already curled up across your lap, attempting to sleep and comfort you at the same time.

She sluggishly jumps up and pads over to the back door so you can let her out into the garden to do the business of a typical dog.

Even this nighttime routine killed you a little bit. You didn't have Tom to go outside with her in his pyjamas - he'd normally have his arms tucked around his body with his hands warming under his arms but with no success as his messy curls are shaken by the night breeze and he jumps up and down on the spot to stop his feet from getting too cold against the patio underneath him.

"Cor it's freezing out there!" He'd exclaim as he walks in, quickly wrapping bitter arms around you to warm himself up and nuzzling his cold neck into the material of your dressing gown.

But, tonight, like every other night recently, you took to the routine yourself. You let the dog back inside and opted that tonight she needed you as much as you needed her, so she could sleep in your bed today.

And, soon enough, you climb into the sheets to find Tessa already sprawled across Tom's side of the bed, her head close to his pillow as though she could still smell his scent on the material. Truthfully, you'd been reluctant to wash it since he'd gone - somehow the scent of his shower gel never left though.

"I know, it's killing me too," You sigh, stroking her fur though she pays no attention to your solemn words, "But it's only a couple more months," You assure yourself.

A couple more months? Another sixty days? Yeah, that wasn't a good comment to stop your tears. And, sooner rather than later, they flood your skin once again.

You sit up against the headboard and pull your knees to your chest, crying muffled against the duvet cover that you buried under your face. It was one of those nights where no amount of reasoning with yourself could stop you from feeling so low. You could tell yourself a million times that Tom was living his dream and he was probably loving the experience of filming so much. But your bruised heart couldn't and wouldn't accept that. Maybe it was selfish of you but, right now, you needed the self focus.

~~~

You weren't sure how long you'd been crying now as the sobs had become less violent and you still struggled to sleep.

And so you didn't hear the key in the lock or the familiar sound of shoes being kicked off at the door. You just felt the quick jump of Tessa from the bed as she hurried out of the room with a protective huff.

Perhaps it is a good thing, it is a distraction as you clamber out of bed and follow Tessa's trail across the landing before she bounds down the stairs.

Your heart stops as you notice the familiar mop of hair in a crouched figure at the door, the Staffy overwhelmingly excited about such return. Was this you being delirious?

But no.

The figure stands and drops a rucksack to their feet, eyes glancing up to meet those of the silhouette at the top of the stairs.

"(Y/n), I didn't think you were home I-" Tom begins with a tired voice, "Well, hello darling!"

He chuckles and seems only slightly confused by why you hadn't rushed down to see him.

"I was going to surprise you b-" He starts but instantly stops when he reaches the base of the stairs, "Babe have you been crying?"

Instantly, Tom hurries up the stairs in rushed jumps and is in front of you quickly.

"I didn't think I'd see you," Your voice cracks until your arms engulf him and your nose tickles with the scent that still hadn't changed.

"Honey, what's wrong? Have you hurt yourself? Are you okay?" He asks with panic through his words.

"God, I'm more than okay now!" You laugh through your drying tears and cup his face in your hands, pulling him into a longing kiss that you've been craving far too much.

He hums against your mouth and presses you against the wall to steady the pair of you in your place at the top of the stairs.

"Well, surprising you didn't work out too great," Tom chuckles, forehead falling against yours as his and your noses bump together.

"Oh it's definitely a surprise," You shake your head, "What are you doing home?"

Tom shrugs and looks at you with those cocoa eyes, "I spent all of yesterday in my hotel room feeling so low. And I never cry when I'm away. And I realised the only person I want drying my tears..." He brushes his thumbs over your dampened cheeks, "Is you,"

Oh boy you were lucky...

Your smile takes over your face as Tom's face mirrors yours.

"And I missed Tess a bit more, too," He grins and you hit at his shoulder.

Tom catches your hand there and lifts your knuckles to his mouth, pressing butterfly kisses against each one, "No more tears okay?"

You nod your head and he presses a kiss to your nose.

"We have a lot of catching up to do,"

~~~