#tomimagine

this just made me 🤧 and I got carried away sorry. also sorry for the late respond and hope you like it💕

It was finally late at night which meant: facetime with your lovely boyfriend.

Excitedly you were waiting for him in your bed to call you and when he finally did your sweet smile appeared.

“Hey love!” you greeted him and waved your hand.

“Hi darling.” he smiled and you swear your heartbeat fastened.

“How are you? Did you get some sleep last night?” you asked worriedly knowing that his sleeping schedule is messed up. The day before he told you that he couldn’t sleep more than 2 hours for days.

“Yeah, I’m fine and don’t worry I slept like 5 hours now.” he chuckled at your words, loving that how you care about him.

“Still not 8 hours but i hope you feel better.” tom really adored that you were caring and always made sure that he was feeling good and if he wasn’t you did everything for him.

Tom was always more than happy to see you, however, as he was watching you through his phone, knowing that you’re all alone at home looking after tessa and doing every household work by yourself which was supposed to be done by you two, made his heart ache. He should laying next to you, listening about your day and showing you how he loves you. But no, he was thousands miles away from you, god knows for how many more weeks and the familiar feeling started to push his heart again.

He thought that you don’t deserve this. His mind was filled with thoughts he couldn’t say out loud but knew he has to.

“Y/n, baby..” he started, his thoughts still fighting whether he should let you go or not.

“Yes Tommy?”

“I- i know it’s not-not the best way to talk about this...” he looked down, away from your gaze to think about it one last time. “ I- i think..we should break up.” his voice got so quiet you could barely hear him, but you heard clearly every part of it.

Your eyes widened and your breath hitched inside you. Is he serious?

“I mean you deserve better y/n. Someone who’s there for you all the time and someone- someone who can hold you and show their love which you deserve so much. I..” he couldn’t believe this happened, but he belived if he loves you he has to let you go. “I want you to be happy y/n.”

The shock still didn’t leave you, you had so many questions to ask him why but you still needed time to realise his words.

“Is it...because you don’t love me?” your voice was so weak it was like you just breathed out the question.

“No no no baby! Of course I love you, fuck- I love you so fucking much!”

“Then why do you want to end this?” small tears were flowing down your cheeks which you didn’t even realise. Tom saw how he was breaking you and hated himself for it.

“It’s just I’m always away and you’re alone waiting and- and it’s not what you deserve, love. And...”

“Tom listen to me!” you cut him off. “Listen, if you really want me to be happy then please don’t you ever think about stupid things like these. I’m perfectly happy with you, my love. And the fact that you’re working your dream work makes me more happy. Knowing that you’re doing what you love, seeing you all excited and your beautiful smile everytime you get a new role makes me more and more happy. I love you Tom so much, so please don’t worry about this.”

The thoughts which were earlier eating him up started to fade away and even the pressure on his heart too. Calmness settled down in his body and his love for you just got bigger.

Characters: tom holland x holland family x reader

Concept: tom surprises you with a small birthday dinner

Notes: not the usual kind of imagine but this concept came to me out of the blue and i built it up from there. i hope you guys love it as i loved writing it!

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“SURPRISE!”

Tom’s hands uncover your eyes and you blink rapidly, trying to clear your vision. You’re standing in the Holland’s backyard where a big white canopy is set up in the center. A long table stands underneath it, adorned with vases filled with your favorite flowers. Rose gold spheres hang underneath the canopy, providing a vague light as the sun starts to set.

Nikki and Dom stand in front of you with their hands outstretched, pure joy etched on their faces. Sam and Paddy are clapping while Harry is holding a camera, filming the whole thing. A couple of your other friends and Tom’s are there too, laughing at your shocked face.

Your hands come up to cover your face as you turn to look at Tom, “I told you I didn’t want anything big!”

“It’s not big! Just dinner with friends and family,” he chuckles as he pulls you in for a hug.

You turn back around and greet Nikki and Dom, hugging them both as they wish you a happy birthday. Harrison and the twins hug you at the same time, squeezing the life out of you. Paddy follows after and you voice out loud that he’s grown a couple more inches since the last time you’ve seen him which he appreciates.

“Mum says I might be taller than Tom,” Paddy tells you.

Tom rolls his eyes playfully, “Not my fault I got stuck with dad’s traits.”

You greet everyone else and accept the gifts they brought for you. As Tom goes away to help his dad with the food, you stay behind and catch up with everyone.

“So how was your holiday with Tom?”

“How long have you been together, again?”

“Give us all the details!”

You laugh bashfully and take a sip of the drink you had gotten earlier. You start telling them about the beautiful beaches you and Tom got to explore together. “I have never seen water so blue and clear,” you comment. You tell them about how even though it was far away from where your original vacation was supposed to take place, Tom went out of his way to change the whole trip so that you got to visit Greece.

As the conversation drove off about someone else, you take a second to look over at Tom. His back is facing you as he stands next to his dad. They’re both focused on the food being prepared on the grill. You start to wonder how lucky you are to have not only Tom, but a wonderful family in your life. Like always, as if he had just read your mind, Tom turns around and looks directly at you. He winks at you and then mouths, “I love you” before facing his dad again.

“Hun,” Nikki places her hand on your shoulder, “Can you help me bring out some of the trays from inside?”

“Yes, of course,” you tell her as you stand up and follow her inside the house.

Several trays of food are set up on the kitchen island and you’re about to take one when Nikki stops you. “I actually wanted to talk to in private.”

She sounds serious, which makes you somewhat nervous. You rack your brain, trying to remember if you did anything to make Nikki want to talk to you alone.

“I just wanted to let you know that as a mother, I am very grateful that Tom found you. He’s always been a happy kid but with you, that happiness seems to have increased tenfold. You’re also such a joy to this family.”

“Nikki,” your voice trembles as you try not to cry. You try to think of words to say back to her but come up blank, your emotions taking over control.

She steps forward and wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. “You’re a part of the family now, y/n. I can’t wait to celebrate more birthdays with you.”

When she pulls back to look at you, you both laugh as you see the tears both of you have in your eyes. Nikki squeezes your arm before taking a tray outside. You decide to stay inside for a bit longer to try to compose yourself.

Taking a tray in your arms, you walk outside and towards the table where the rest of the food has been laid for everyone to serve themselves.

The rest of the evening, you eat, you talk, you laugh with everyone. Even though you had asked to not make your birthday a big deal, you find yourself enjoying it so much. You watch as Tom tells a funny story that makes yourself and everyone else around the table laugh. You remember Nikki’s words on how Tom seems so much happier now but in reality, you’re the one who has never been happier. He’s the reason you wake up with a smile on your face and the reason you look forward to going to the gym, even though you can barely last a minute, but it’s just because he’s there that pushes you to try.

He has made you a better you. He has made you love yourself when no one else did.

The rest of the evening carries on and soon, people start to leave. As the boys help Dom clean up, you walk out the last of the guests and start helping out too. Harry has the brilliant idea to move out the table from underneath the canopy and bring in the outside furniture.

“Could we make a campfire?” Paddy asks Dom.

“I love that idea!” You comment.

“It’s your birthday,” Tom replies with a smile and all of you start moving things around to set up the campfire.

Evening was turning into dusk quickly and Tom and Harrison got straight to work on the fire. The pit was set at the center of the canopy so everyone got to sit around it.

“We call the armchair!” Tom grabs your hand and pulls you with him towards the big armchair that easily fit two people. Everyone else takes a seat either on the long sofa or the swinging bench they brought over from the patio.

Tom sits down first and holding onto your hand, you squeeze in next to him. His arms wrap around you as your legs overlap his so that the two of you fit perfectly on the chair.

The crackling of the fire as it gathered strength was a soothing sound. It reminded you of your childhood from when you used to go camping.

“Shall I tell a story?” Dom chimes in.

“You can’t really call it a story if it’s actually a joke,” Nikki replies which makes everyone laugh.

“Seems like mum is about to take over your career, dad,” Harry chuckles.

“Shut it, Motorola.”

“I think we should do gifts,” Tom tells everyone and you turn to look at him so rapidly, you feel your neck crick.

“What do you mean ‘gifts’?” You ask, completely shocked.

“You can’t have a birthday without gifts, love,” Tom chuckles before kissing your forehead.

“Me, first!” Nikki stands up and heads inside and then comes out a few seconds later, carrying a huge book. “I hope you like it.”

“What is it?” You’re suddenly excited because if there’s anything you know, is that Nikki always gives the best presents.

You open up the book and find that it’s actually a photo album. The most prettiest flowers have been captured. Flowers of different colors, sizes, close, and far. Then you notice the similar background in all of them.

Each of the pictures is actually you holding a flower, smelling it, smiling down at it. Nikki had captured every time you admired a flower.

“This is… wow. Thank you so much!” You stand and give Nikki a huge hug. “I love it, Nikki. It’s beautiful.”

You both take your seats again and then Paddy jumps up and hands you an envelope. “Technically dad bought it but I was the one with the idea.”

You laugh as you open the envelope and take out several tickets for a Coldplay concert. You almost screech loudly but hold it in by covering your mouth. “You’re kidding! Oh my God, Paddy!” You pull him in for a hug and then turn to face Dom. “Thank you to you too, Dom.”

Dom nods his welcome and then winks at Paddy.

“I got your gift right here,” Harry tells you as he lifts his camera. “You won’t get it until a few days, though.”

“Of course. Thanks, Harry,” you smile at him.

Everyone else gives you their thoughtful gifts until it’s Tom’s turn.

“I’m guessing tonight is my gift from you,” you tell him, holding onto his arm.

“Sure, but we’re not done yet,” he tells you before he sits up. “Tessa!”

Tessa, who was laying by Paddy’s feet, suddenly raises her head. “Tessa, go get y/n’s gift! Go get it, girl!”

Tessa responds with a bark before launching herself into a run back inside the house. You raise a questioning eyebrow at Tom but he just smirks back.

Tessa comes back outside with a large yellow envelope in her mouth. She bounds straight towards you and places it on your lap. “Thank you, Tessa,” you tell her while scratching her behind the ears. You take the envelope and open it carefully. Reaching inside, you find a large packet. You take it out and hold it up as you try to read it, using the light emanating from the fire.

“Adopt… Adoption?” You read out loud and look over at Tom, confused. “These are adoption papers?”

“Keep reading,” he tells you.

You continue to read down and then you gasp. You can’t look away from the words that have completely swelled your heart with pure joy.

Tessa has just handed you adoption papers for her. Not only Tom, but now you, share Tessa as your pet.

Tessa’s head lays on your lap as you lean down to kiss the top of her head. A few tears leave your eyes but they’re tears of joy. You’ve always loved Tessa like as if she was your own and the cute thought of her bringing you the papers that make it official is possibly the best gift you could ever ask for.

“What is it?” Sam asks, with a grin on his face, showing that he most likely already knows what it is.

“Adoption papers for Tessa,” you tell them as you wipe your eyes.

Everyone starts to clap as Tom stands and raises his hands. “Wait, wait, wait! Before we start to really celebrate, I want to give my gift next.”

“Tom,” you start.

“Just, hear me out,” he chuckles, knowing you would protest.

You stay quiet, reluctantly, and watch as he reaches for his back pocket. “I never knew much about relationships. The only prime example that I have are my parents, which I can’t complain, because they’re the ideal couple,” he smiles at his parents. “Yet, somehow, meeting you and getting to know you reassured me that this is what it’s supposed to be like when you’re in a relationship. As friends, you have always been there and you still remain to be at my side no matter what, even though I know it can be difficult given what I have to do as an actor. You’re incredibly patient, kind, witty, funny, and beautiful. God, you’re so beautiful.” You feel your cheeks heat up and you’re grateful that it’s too dark for everyone to notice.

“Basically,” he pulls out something that is wrapped in a black cloth and starts to unwrap it, “We’ve been together for a while now and I have never felt as confident as I do now to be able to give you this.”

He takes whatever was wrapped in the cloth and pulls it up. A thin silver chain comes into view and hanging from it… a key.

Wait...

“Now, please don’t reject it because then I’ll look like a fool.” Everyone laughs as he hands you the chain. “I believe we’re ready for the next phase in our relationship and I hope you do too. Will you move in with me?”

You shake your head in complete disbelief as you look down at the single silver key in your hands. You look at Tessa and then at the rest of the family who are all grinning from ear to ear, waiting for your answer.

You glance at the key once again and then slowly place it around your neck. As you do, you feel it in your heart that this is the right thing to do. There’s no one else in the world you wouldn’t want to share a roof with.

You stand up and face Tom, “Yes, I’ll move in with you.” His face splits into a huge smile before he wraps his arms around you, hugging you so tightly, your feet lift off the ground. Everyone else cheers and claps around you.

Guess who’s back? So I watched Thor: Ragnarok on Thursday and it was awesome! So I decide to made this:3

Andrea Carissa Harvey Tom Hiddleston Andrew Logan Harvey

“Get out!” You shocked for a moment, you were looking for a socks in your twin brother’s drawer, it was so cold outside, you wear a long sleeved and a jacket, a pajama and a blanket while watching Martha Stewart on television.

Even when you already feel a little warm, but you realized your feet is cold and rigid. You forgot to bring your socks to your parent’s house, and you think Tom didn’t bring his socks too, since you are the one who packed his clothes. So you decided to go to your twin brother room, searching for a pair of socks on his drawer.

Your brother is still out with his friends, you didn’t know where, since when you just woke up he already gone, and maybe he will arrived home when you already fall asleep.

You came here because after your birthday and your brother’s birthday of course last week, on the birthday party everyone come, including your parents, but this night they decided to make a dinner with just they family, it was supposed to be yesterday, but your brother said he couldn’t come home on time, so it was canceled by your mother.

Tonight is supposed to be the dinner, but your twin is still out and haven’t come home yet. So you guess that it will be postpone again.

You can’t stay too long because of Tom’s schedule, and you didn’t want to have a dinner without Tom because it’s a family dinner, Tom is your husband so he’s a family too.

You were shocked at your brother entrance, it needs a minute to you to realize he is really talking to you.

You didn’t move an inch, and stay where you stand. His face is flushed, he looks like he is really angry at you, you still think he didn’t mad at you, because you were just looking at his drawer looking for a sock, you didn’t open an underwear drawer too, you open exactly a sock drawer because you know he has many, but still you really are confused.

“Andrew?”

“I said get out! Why are you still here?” Your eyes is now wet, you didn’t believe he did that to you. It just a sock.

“I just trying-” he cut you “GET OUT!”

You get out of his bedroom crying all the way to your bedroom, nobody saw you, after you arrived at your bedroom you throw yourself on the bed, you cover your face in the pillow crying. You still feel cold, but you don’t care you are angry, he just cruel. You just want a sock! A sock! It’s not like you steal from him or you tried to spying him or finding his porn magazine to tell their mom. Well, she doesn’t know if he ever had one.

You just confuse what did you do wrong? Breaking on someone’s bedroom it isn’t polite, but for twenty three years you live with him he never gets mad if you suddenly got into his room. What’s wrong with him now? And he’s home right now, which means the dinner is tonight, but you didn’t want to have a dinner with him, but it can’t be postponed again, can it?

You grab the cover and wrap it all over your body, it is so cold. Seems like your brother still mad, he doesn’t even chase her and tried to chase you.

Your parents and Tom is out buying food for tonight, you offer cooking with your mom, but she says she wants to buy something special so she declined that. Because you and Amdrew is the birthday girl and boy here so they don’t do anything, they just wait until their parents and Tom come back.

Your pillow is wet because you’re crying, the tears continued flowing as you covered your entire body with cover, nothing could be seen, all covered by the brown covers. Some of your hair is also damp, you can’t stop crying, is it too much to cried because your brother snapped at you? No it’s not because we’re twins we are supposed to understand one another’s feeling, but he just suddenly snapped, it hurts.

Just about when you thinking to tell Tom about cancelling the dinner, someone opened the door, you know it must be Tom. His hands sneaked around your hips and hug you while putting his head on the top of your head. He still can’t see you crying because he hasn’t opened the cover yet.

“Hm, you’re the only person I know who wasn’t used to England weather even though you life your entire life here” You don’t answer him, you don’t move, you just stay like that. “Warm enough?” Asked him, but you didn’t answer, you tried your best to stiffled a sob, but now you can’t. You sob until your shoulders shaking, you hiccuped for couple of times. “What’s wrong?”

Tom slowly lift the cover and found you were crying. He removed your tears with his hand, kissing your forehead then caressing your brown hair.

“What happened?” He asked once more, you still trying to hold your crying, and controls your breathing. “I was…….cold”

Tom looking at you attentively, waiting for your next words. “Then I search-” you cried once more, he tried to calm you down and somehow it worked. “I search for a socks”

“In Andrew’s room” you take a deep breath, then continue. “And he snapped at me told me to get out”

“You don’t know how it feels to get snapped by your twins” You continued crying and Tom still hugs you, your chest is hurt, he never act like that if he is in a bad mood or have a problem, it’s the first time you saw your twin like that.

“I’ll try to talk to him, alright?” Tom kissed you once more. “You should prepare yourself for the dinner”

“I just want to ask you to cancel the dinner”

“No, love. I’m sure he has a reason and he really wants to apologise to you” You huffed and cover your face once more. Tom still hugging you and kissing your covered neck. “Stop it”

“Tom!” He doesn’t stop, you can’t move because he still hugging you, you laugh and tell him to stop, but he didn’t. “Alright, you prepare for the dinner and I go talk to Andrew”

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Tom knocks Andrew door, after he said ‘come in’ he opened the door. Andrew sighed and put his hands in the air. “I am extremely sorry, okay?”

“Well, tell that to your sister not me” Tom says while closing the door and walking through Andrew. He is sitting on the edge of his bed, looking really depressed. Andrew and Andrea is a twin, so of course they looked alike, both of them has a brown eyes and hair. With pale face, Andrew has a curly hair while Andrea has a wavy hair The difference is the height, Andrew is far more taller than Andrea, though not as tall as Tom.

“What happened? You have some problem? Or?”

“I am going to explain, listen to me carefully until the end, okay?” Tom just nodded. He thought he has to persuade him to explain about what happened.

“So, you know on the birthday party last week she gives me a present, but I didn’t” Tom nodded.

“And trust me I already have my present, but there’s something happened so I can’t give it to her on the birthday party, and until now I continue to postpone the dinner because the present it’s not arrived yet, but today it is and I put it on the drawer where she is looking for a socks”

“I was panicked when she opened it, so uhh you know”

“Still, you should explained it to her, I’m sure she will understand. You also have a present” Tom shrugged. “I thought you’re going to punch me”

“No, Andrea wasn’t going to like that” Tom laugh and he sits beside Andrew. “She said you never act like that before”

“Yeah, if we mad at each other we just don’t talk, that’s all” Andrew sighed, he is guilty for what he has done to his twin sister. “You should prepare for the dinner” Tom pat his shoulder and smile at him, then go out from the bathroom.

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In your family’s birthday dinner, there won’t be fancy dresses, there only be a fancy food. Everyone just wearing their shirts, you only wear sweaters because it is cold with a pajama. Your father sits on your left side, Tom is beside you. In front of you is Andrew, and beside Andrew is your mother. You look anywhere but Andrew and talking like usual, but when Andrew talks you shut your mouth.

There are so many delicious foods, on the table there are everyone’s favourite food. Start from your favorite fish from the restaurant near the bridge until your mother’s favourite soup from the restaurant near Andrew’s boarding house. You continued talking while eating your food. You can feel Andrew eyes on you, but you ignored him.

“Now it’s time for the cake!” Your mom hold a cheesecake for both of you. You don’t feel like blowing candles when you are mad at him. He can sense your unwillingness too, so he started to talk to you. “I know you’re mad at me”

You are looking at Tom, he smiled encouraging you. “I am so sorry for that, you know on the birthday party last week I haven’t given you present, I already ordered it, but something happened, so I can’t give them last week, that’s why I keep postponing the dinner because The present wasn’t arrived yet, but today it is”

You are looking at your twin now, he looked really guilty. “An I hide it on the socks drawer so when you opened it I was so panicked”

“And I’m so sorry” he smiled at you, his eyes searching yours, search for forgiveness. “It’s okay” you said as you smiled at him.

“This is your present” he handed a small box to you, when you opened it, it’s a rose gold bracelet with leafs around it.

“It is a real diamond you better not lose it”

“Thank you!”

“I designed it myself so you won’t find anything like that, basically it’s a limited edition!” He says it proudly, you just laugh at your brother. “I’m thinking about giving you a necklace but you have one from Tom and if you wear two necklace that’s going to be weird, I want to give you a ring, but I don’t want to marry you, so I give you a bracelet”

You laughing at the marry part, you are so happy you’re finally make up with your twin brother. “Now, you both can blow job the candles”

“MOM!” You and your brother said in unison, Tom and your father laughed loudly, following by you, Andrew, and your mother. “Right, I mean blow out” You and Andrew blow the candles then eat the cake.

Andrew helped you putting the bracelet, it fits perfectly on your wrist. “I am going to borrow you ny sweater too tonight as a peace offering, but you already have one”

“No, actually I still accept your purple sweater” you always mocking him looking like a woman for wearing his purple sweater, actually he didn’t, but you just want to have his purple sweater because it’s cute.

“Ah, how about I borrow you my purple sweater?” You nodded eagerly. He smiled and you and your family continued eating while talking and joking.

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You and Tom already get in to your room, Tom is in the bathroom and you already on the bed. Someone knocked your door, you said ‘come in’ it’s Andrew.

“Hi” he sits on the corner of the bed and give you his purple sweater.

“Thank you!”

Tom suddenly come out from the bathroom, you and Andrew looking at him. “Thank god you fully clothed!”

“Andrew!” You hit his shoulder as he laughed. “I was about to, what brings you here?”

Andrew made a disgusted face “I just borrow her my purple sweater”

“Give” you said.

“Alright give” you shocked and hug him instantly. “Thank you! Thank you!” Andrew hugs you back smiling, he would give everything to make his sister happy again. Tom hugs you from behind, so you’re sandwiched between Andrew and Tom. “I am here too you know”

The three of you laughing and stayed like that for a while. “This is so warm” you said and Tom let go of his hug. “Alright, I’m sorry to tell you this but get out Andrew” he pried Andrew hands of your waist.

“I need a time with my wife” Tom said and push Andrew through the door, Andrew muttered things about ‘horny old man’ and said goodnight to his sister.

You put the sweater in one of the drawer and lay your body on the bed. “I can see you’re happy” you nodded and hug Tom. “Of course I am”

“I miss you” Tom kisses you all over your face, you laughing. “I know where this is going”

“This is my parents house” you said as he keep kissing you, your forehead, eyes, cheek, and now your lips. “Andrew’s room is right beside me” he kissed you wrist where the bracelet is.

“I already asked him to sleep onthe guest room downstairs” you looked at him unbelievably. “You didn’t”

“I did”

“Tom” you covered your face, embarrassed. “Just don’t get too loud”

Characters: Tom Holland - Y/N

Notes: Now this is gonna be a somewhat different type of imagine; an interactive one. There are two songs I want you guys to listen to when indicated- the first one is up to you but I strongly recommend listening to the second one so the experience feels more whole. I also recommend using headphones and even boosting up your bass settings lol Also! The second song might be repeated twice, but that’s up to you. If you follow me on Twitter, you’ll know which one I’m talking about. I hope you guys enjoy!

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You and your friends laugh after yet another guy gets rejected when he asks to dance with one of you. It’s the type of night where you’re here to drink and dance and just enjoy each other’s company.

The music is loud, loud enough that you can feel every beat in your chest. It’s dark except for the constant flashing of lights in different colors. Everyone is singing along and jumping, dancing together. The drinks keep flowing but you take your time downing them. You’d rather enjoy this night with a clear head.

Someone taps your shoulder and you roll your eyes when you see that it’s another stranger asking for your attention. You can’t hear what he’s mouthing but his hand signals, pointing to you and then to him, speak loudly enough. You shake your head and shout, “No, thank you! I’m with friends!”

He nods and gives you a thumbs up before he moves on. You smile and appreciate the fact that there’s at least one guy here who respects a woman’s choice.

A new song begins to play and you literally scream when you realize it’s one of your favorites. ‘Hit This Hard’ by Post Malone begins to pump through the walls and your body begins to move with the beat. (Listen now.) Your hands are up in the air and you shout the lyrics along with everyone else. You laugh, enjoying every moment.  

“You need another drink?” One of your friends shouts into your ear.

You nod, still dancing, and hand her your empty glass. You watch her as she pushes past the throng of people just to make sure she reaches the bar safely.

And then your eyes meet his.

You stop dancing, his gaze making your whole world stop. You get the feeling that you’ve seen him somewhere before but you can’t remember from where. He’s leaning against the bar, his elbow perched on top of it. He’s holding a glass of his own with just his fingertips. You glance back at his face and even with the distance, you see him smile. It wasn’t a smirk, but a smile. An acknowledgement.

You look away immediately, feeling completely nervous all of a sudden. Was he watching you? For how long?  You look back in the direction where he was standing but he’s disappeared. You pout, surprised at yourself for the pang of disappointment that you feel in your chest.

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Tom’s POV:

Music and drinks.

That’s really the only reason I even agreed to come down with my brothers to this club. It’s been one hell of a month- no, actually, it’s been one hell of a year. I wasn’t about to deny a chance to hang out with my brothers before I have to leave again.

Music and drinks. That’s what I came here for.

But then her smile catches my eye. I gaze as she laughs with her friends. As she sips her drink. As she rejects a guy, whom I’m sure just asked her to dance. The poor bastard.

I keep watching her, completely unaware that I probably look like a creep right now. A  new song starts to blast through the speakers and the way her face lights up has me loving the song already.

She begins to dance, slow and sensual to match the rhythm of the song. Her hips sway back and forth, her hands up in the air. She’s singing along with her eyes closed and I’m in a trance, one I don’t ever want to stop.

It’s not even about the way she looks or what she’s wearing; it’s the fact that she’s here to enjoy herself with music and friends. She could be dancing on any guy right now but she refuses to. It makes me wonder if she’d refused me if I even dared to ask.

I feel Harry or Sam nudge my shoulder but I just wave them off. One of the girls who was dancing with her starts to make her way to the bar and I quickly try to think of what to do. Should I ask her friend who she is? Or should I send her friend back with a message?

I don’t even get the chance to decide when her eyes lock with mine. The hairs behind my neck stand on end. I take a deep breath to try to maintain my cool while my mind goes into overdrive.

Should I wave? What if she rejects me like she did to that old bloke?

I try to smile but I can’t feel any part of my body. She smiles back, briefly, before she looks down at her feet.

Shit. Did I fuck up?

I stand up and start to take a step in her direction when someone grabs my arm.

“They’re asking for you up in the booth!” Harry screams into my ear. “The owner of this place!”

I curse the owner for ruining this perfect chance. I glance over at her, just to have another look in her eyes but... she’s gone.

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Your POV:

Your friends drag you across the crowd of people until you stand together at the edge of the dance floor. You’re all giggly and too energetic, the alcohol starting its effect.

Even though you told yourself that this was a night for just you and your friends, you can’t help glancing around to see his face. You can’t ignore the hope that he may have followed you. He takes over your thoughts and your friends’ voices become muted as you begin to look from corner to corner of the building just for him.

Is it possible to have formed such a strong connection with someone you never even talked to? The feeling he has created in you is something you’ve never felt before and you want more of it.

You want him.

It’s like the flashing lights gods hear you as one of them slides over a face on the second floor. You recognize him immediately and your heart jumps with excitement.

He’s leaning over the balcony that looks over the main dance floor. His eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes are roaming everywhere.

Is he looking for you?

Keeping your eyes glued to his face, you begin to move forward onto the dance floor. You don’t even tell your friends, your only focus being on him. You push further and further until you’re at the center.

Just in time, a new song begins to play. ‘A Little Death’ by The Neighbourhood fills up the room and it consumes you. (Listen now.) Your body gives in and begins to move. You close your eyes and just dance on your own, the bodies of people creating a sort of circle around you. You raise your hands and run your fingers through your hair before sliding them down to your neck.

You hope against all hope that he finds you.

***

Tom’s POV:

After quick hello’s and more drinks, I distance myself from the already drunk group that surround the owner. I walk to edge and find myself on a balcony where the whole club becomes my view. The flashing lights bounce off the walls and the bodies all moving against one another.

I take a slow gulp of my drink and set it down on a random tray. I perch myself against the railing and gaze down at the dance floor.

Immediately, I start looking for her. I hope she hasn’t left. I look from face to face, trying to find hers but with no luck. She’s nowhere to be found and I find myself slowly getting pissed and frustrated with myself for not approaching her sooner.

I start to give up when the music changes tempo and the new song that starts is slower. For some reason, I have the urge to stay and keep looking. I search once again and it’s like she was made to stand out from everyone.

She’s by herself. No friends. She’s dancing once again but she’s doing something with her hands that almost has me adjusting myself in my pants.

Her hands push her hair back and then they move down to her exposed neck. They continue their lucky path down her chest until they reach her hips and I’m already darting down the stairs, skipping steps to get to her quicker.

I keep my sight on her as I literally push people out of my way. I’m not going to let anybody or anything ruin this chance for me.

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Your POV:

You feel heat overcome your body and your heartbeat accelerates rapidly. You bite your lip just thinking that maybe he’s there. Watching you.

She sought death on a queen-sized bed

And he had said, “Darling, your looks can kill

So now you’re dead"

You open your eyes and all the air escapes from your lungs.

He’s standing in front of you. His eyes are brighter than the lights dancing around you.

You’re not sure what to do but you do know you want him to touch you. You want to make sure he’s real and this is really happening.

You smile sweetly and slowly turn around so that your back faces him. You stare straight forward until you feel his body come up to yours. His breaths are warm against your neck. His fingertips graze the top of your arms and slowly slide down, his fingers intertwining with yours.

You gradually begin to move your hips against him and it’s like the music and the sounds around you unmute. You’re impressed at how well he moves with you. He squeezes your fingers before letting them go. He places his hands on your waist and guides you.

Since your hands are free, you reach up behind you and put them behind his head. He takes one side of your hair and places it on the other side, completely exposing your neck. The hands on your waist pull you closer to him so your whole back is covered by him.

You sense the tip of his nose skim the side of your neck before he plants a soft kiss on your skin. You’re pretty sure you moaned but the music drowned it out.

You drop your hands down to grab onto his and guide them down your thighs, your hips still glued together, swaying to the music. Somehow, he manages to turn you around so that you’re facing each other.

His eyes are dark now and you recognize the feeling they show since they might be reflecting your own. You reach out and run your fingers through his hair, pushing that one loose strand back. His hand comes up to your face and his thumb caresses your bottom lip so gently, you wonder if he even touched it. You dare to let your tongue peek out and lightly touch his thumb.

His eyes suddenly dilate and his hand slides to the back of your head. He pulls you towards him and your mouths make contact.

Characters: Tom Holland - Harrison Osterfield - Y/N

Notes: This will be a multi-part imagine. Someone from Twitter suggested for an imagine where the reader doesn’t know Tom at all and I loved that idea! I added my own little twist to it but I think you guys will enjoy it anyway.

Also! If you guys have any suggestions on how I should post my imagines - such as, word count, more gifs, masterlist, etc- please let me know. I’m still new to the whole tumblr imagines blog type of thing and I would appreciate the help!

Song: Worst Luck - 6LACK

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Tom’s POV

Coffee.

You either like it or you don’t.

As for Haz and I, we depend on it. We wait around the counter until the barista calls out our drinks; chai tea latte for Harrison and a mocha for me.

“It’s like hot chocolate but with the caffeine,” I tell Harrison after he gives me a weird look.

“That doesn’t even sound near accurate,” he chuckles.

We carefully take our mugs down a set of stairs that opens up to what seems to be like a wide basement. Three fireplaces stand at the end of one wall, couches and armchairs arranged by each one so groups of people could sit by the fire.

Haz and I make our way to a pair of armchairs that sit by a fireplace with a small coffee table in between. I set my cup down and Harrison immediately begins to take out his laptop from his bag. I sit back, let myself sink into the cushions of the chairs and take a good look around.

Back upstairs, a long counter is set up by the railing where a couple of people sit, overlooking all of downstairs. Surrounding the variety of armchairs around the floor are small high tables, two or three chairs set up by them.

“I still haven’t received confirmation about that promo shoot I had set up this evening,” Harrison says, not even looking up from his screen.

“We have five hours until then. I’m sure they’ll reply,” I reassure him.

Slow, gentle music plays in the background and it’s not usually my type of music that but it fits the atmosphere and I find myself enjoying it.

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE!”

My eyebrows furrow and I lean to my right to see past Harrison where a girl sits alone by one of those high tables. She’s looking down at her open laptop, which from here, looks dead. Her hair’s pulled back into a messy ponytail but it’s the kind of messy where it looks almost perfect. A pair of glasses sits at the bridge of her nose, constantly sliding down it.

I wasn’t the only one who was staring. It seems like her outrage caught a lot of people’s attention but she doesn’t seem fazed. She hops down from her chair and reaches into a backpack, and then she groans loudly, leaning her head back in frustration.

Everyone starts to go back about their business but I keep on watching her. I’m transfixed on her. I think it’s because she shouted really loud in a place that’s usually quiet. She does have earphones on so that could be an explanation but I get the feeling that even if she didn’t have them on, she would have reacted the same.

She reaches inside her backpack one more time and the shove knocks down a green apple that was on the table. It comes rolling in my direction and I hesitate for a second because it’s still too far away for me to casually pick it up. I get up anyway and make my way to the apple on the floor but then someone else beats me to it.

I turn on my heels, bumping my fists on top of one another and sit back down across Harrison, who has one eyebrow raised at me. “What are you doing?”

“Hmm?” I raise my eyebrows, trying to be cool. “What?” I glance at the table where the lad who beat me to the apple is now handing it to her. She takes it and mumbles a quick ‘thank you’ but returns to searching into her backpack. The guy seems confused; probably hoping to make more conversation with her.

“Twat,” I mumble quickly to myself.

Harrison starts to ramble on about my schedule for the next week and about a potential new role my agent found for me. I try to listen but I keep finding myself leaning towards the right of my chair to stare at the mystery girl.

She’s given up on her laptop now and instead is writing on a notebook. Several loose papers fill up the rest of the space on the table. Maybe she’s working on homework. She rips off a page and rolls it into a ball before she chucks it behind her.

I shouldn’t interrupt her.

Right?

“-it all depends on you, though, really. I think you should do it-”

“Hey, Harrison. You brought your laptop charger with you, right?” I interrupt him.

“Yes, of course. Why?”

“Let me see it,” I say, reaching out for it.

He gives me another weird look but reaches into his bag nonetheless. He takes out the long power cord and hands it to me and I leap from my seat.

I look towards the table she occupies only to find it empty.

She’s gone.

Sheets of paper on the table being the only traces of her.

I make my way towards the table and pick up a loose piece of paper that she seems to have crumpled up. I lay it on the table and try to make it flat.

Her handwriting is messy but beautiful, as if she was in a hurry. I glance around me but nobody is looking in my direction. I think about what I’m about to do; would this be invading her privacy?

I mean, she did leave these here. If they were important enough, she would have taken them with her or disposed of them properly.

Plus, her words could give me more insight of who she is.

Why do I all of a sudden want to know who she is?

I shake my head and start to turn back to my seat when one word from her writing catches my eye, “notenough”.

Not enough.

Except it’s written together as in one word.

I take the paper in my hand and sit where she was sitting and I start to read.

Repetition. Causes confusion. Twists reality.

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Not enough. Not enough. Notenough.

You repeat these words too many times. They merge. Not two words, but one.

Not-lucky-enough. Not-pretty-enough. Not-smart-enough. Not-cool-enough. Not-skinny-enough. Not-creative-enough.

Notenough.

I feel a tug in my chest.

I look around again and take in a deep breath before I reach for another balled up piece of paper. I stretch it out quickly and continue to read.

“It’s not you It’s me.”

Bullshit.

Vulnerable? That’s me.

A joke? It’s what you took me for.

Trust me

It’s not you It’s me.

Characters: Tom Holland - Harrison Osterfield - Y/N

Request: “drunk tom pls” - anon

Notes: a little bit of smut, not much. This may seem similar to other imagines i’ve written but this theme was next on the list! You guys loved the interactive one and so i decided to add one song i thought would set the mood for the whole imagine but there is one part I’d suggest to listen to at a specific time in the imagine, but that’s totally up to you…

-Basic Instinct / The Acid (2:30)

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You walk, well, more like you dance your way through your living room and through the crowd of people who have gathered to jump together to the music. A blue cup is in your right hand while your left is punching the air along with everyone else.

“Hey, Y/n! I think someone’s at the door!” Someone shouts at you.

“I got it!” You shout to no one in particular.

You set your cup down at a nearby table and make your way to the door. You don’t even look through peephole and just open the door. You already know who it is, though.

“Harrison! Jacob! You guys made it!” You immediately reach out to hug both of them before stepping aside to let them in.

“Beautiful as ever, Y/N,” Jacob compliments you as he passes by and you wave it off even though it made you grin wide.

“What about me?” An all too familiar voice asks.

You smile as if it’s on instinct and turn to face Tom. “I’m so happy you’re here!”

He chuckles before he wraps his arms around you. He squeezes you tightly which makes you groan. “I’d forgotten how tiny you are.”

You push him away softly before nudging his shoulder, “Am not. We’re basically the same height!”

He follows you inside, closing the door behind him. He joins the boys with you leading them into your home.

Crowds of people are mingling about in the hallways, living room, and outside. Everyone has a drink in your hand and at least one body part following along to the music that’s blasting with the surround sound system you had integrated into your new home.

You managed to save enough money in a span of two years; working your ass off, taking in overtime hours, and basically doing nothing but focusing on work. Throwing a party and inviting some of your closest friends to celebrate with you felt like the right way to start this new independent life.

There isn’t any furniture that were in danger of being damaged except for an old couch your parents lent to you for the time being, so if it were to get destroyed, it will be excuse enough to replace it. The only other furniture is in your bedroom, safe and sound.

“There are drinks in the fridge!” You shouted at the trinity, pointing towards the closed door that led to your kitchen. “Snacks are outside and bathroom is down this hallway to your right!”

“This place is nice! I’m proud of you, Y/n!” Harrison says, giving you a side hug and squeezing your shoulder. You laugh, not even hiding your own pride.

“Where’s your drink?” Tom asks you.

“Um,” you look around and then shrug, “I have no idea. Guess I need one too.”

After all four of you get your drinks, you head outside and sit on plastic chairs your neighbors were so nice to let you borrow for the night. You’re excited to hear all about their crazy year with the release of their new movie. You go on and on about how amazing the movie is, how you’ve seen it four times already, and even point out the part Harrison makes a cameo in. They go on and on about pranks they did on each other and even about Tom’s fans making fun of him saying ‘croissant’.

“Wait, what?” You interrupt. “What did you say?”

“Croissant!” Tom replies.

“Quackson?? The fuck is a quackson? The son of a duck?” You tease.

“For fuck’s sake!” Tom throws his hands in the air, Harrison and Jacob laughing their asses off.

You continue the chatter until you notice that almost everyone’s drinks are empty. You offer to bring some more and leave them to fetch some more beers. When you come back, you hand everyone their desired bottle before taking a big gulp from your own.

“Y/n! Come here!” Someone in the yard shouts for you.

“I’ll be back,” you tell the guys and make your way over to your friend. She’s standing with a group of people, mostly guys and she pulls at your arm almost the instant you’re close enough. She starts to go on and on about what the guys standing around her do. She introduces them to you briefly but you’re a bit tipsy to even memorize their names so you label them instead; red, hairy, freckles, glasses, and necktie. You continue to drink and smile and nod to whatever they’re saying, just trying to be friendly.

(Listen now.)During the vague conversation, you hear a familiar song start to play from inside the house. The music is loud enough to carry outside to where you’re standing and soon enough, your body begins to move along with the beat.

You ignore the people around you and just let the booze in your system and your happiness overtake you. You turn in a circle, smiling like an idiot, and your eyes land on him.

Tom is staring straight at you. There’s no emotion in his gaze, he just simply lifts his bottle to his lips. He tilts it back but his eyes are glued to yours and it’s the most intriguing thing you’ve ever seen.

You feel heat rise up your spine and it’s only then that you realize your body is still moving. You’ve been dancing and staring at Tom the whole time. It almost feels too intimate but you don’t stop.

He swallows his drink and it’s like the world goes into slow motion. You see his adam’s apple move up and down his throat and it makes you bite your lip. Your eyes lift up to look once more into his and you send him a grin. The corner of his lips lift a bit but you still notice it.

He’s enjoying this, and you’re enjoying giving him a show. Everyone is outside at this point, dancing together or alone. You’re with them, still moving but now with a purpose. You want to keep his eyes glued to you. You want to give him something to stare at.

He narrows his eyes as if he had just read your mind. It makes you giggle.

He lifts his bottle and shakes it a bit, telling you it’s empty. Okay, so? He can go get another one?

His eyebrows shoot up and then you understand. “Oh, right.” You say to no one in particular. “Kitchen.”

You push through the sweaty bodies of intoxicated people and make your way inside the house and into the kitchen. You don’t even check to see if he’s following you because his stare burns hot behind your back.

You open the door and walk inside. The cool air seems like heaven as you pick up your semi-damp hair and fan your neck with your hand.

“Let me help you with that,” you hear him say and before you can even react, his hands replace yours, holding your hair. You wait for him to fan your neck as well but instead, a mixture of warm and cold air meets your skin. Except, it’s not air… it’s his breath.

He’s blowing onto your neck and it pulls onto your core. Your mouth pops open and a small, “Ohhh,” escapes your lips. Your eyes close as you focus on both the cooling of your skin and the sensual act that’s happening right now.

“Cool enough?” He speaks.

You can barely make out a “Mhmm,” before he lets your hair fall back down. You stay still and he’s the one who steps around you until you’re face to face.

A smirk plays at his lips. The fucker knows what he’s doing.

“A little payback for what you did out there,” he replies, again, reading your mind.

You roll your eyes and stand up straight. “I wasn’t doing anything. I was just dancing,” you shrug it off and walk off to the fridge.

You hear him chuckle behind you. You open the fridge and take out a bottle, although this won’t exactly clench your thirst.

“Remember last time we saw each other?”

Your back straightens immediately and you turn to face him. He’s looking down at his hands, his small tendrils of hair covering his forehead. “That’s what your little show reminded me of.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you reply, your throat suddenly going dryer than it already is.

He looks up at you. “Last year. You and me. Naked. All night.”

You try to swallow but can’t. You don’t want him to know that you’ve replayed that night in your mind over and over every night since then.

“I remember how after we… well, you know… you were so happy. The happiest I’d ever seen you. You literally got up, put on my shirt and played the exact same song you were dancing to earlier, and danced with pure joy.”

Oh, shit. You hadn’t even noticed.

“I have seen you naked. But nothing ever seemed so attractive than that moment.”

“Okay, I remember,” you confess.

He smiles and slowly starts to make his way to you. You take a step back but the counter stops you. “I want to repeat that moment again....”

You’re breathless and he hasn’t even reached you yet. The way his eyes roam over your face, down your neck, your chest and lower down almost has you hyperventilating.

The last time you guys were together, you didn’t stay in contact until tonight. He left you wanting so much more and it wasn’t a heartbreak, but more like a longing. If you agreed to what he was proposing, chances are that he will leave you with that feeling once more.

But then again, you’ve been daydreaming about this moment for over a year.

He’s standing inches from you now. He places his hands on the counter on either side of you, completely entrapping you. His breath washes over your face and it’s like a drug. You want more. You’ll always want more.

“Let me…” he begins but you’re already nodding.

His head leans down and his lips press onto your cheek and electricity runs from that point all the way down to your toes. He pulls back to look at your reaction and he seems satisfied. Yet, he doesn’t make any movement to kiss you again.

“One more,” you breathe out.

He smirks and tilts his head but this time his mouth is on yours. Your hands are fisting around his shirt, pulling him closer. The kiss starts out slow and sensual, both of you taking your time, tasting each other and savoring what you had missed.

Then his hands find your waist and he pulls you up until you’re sitting on the counter. He parts your legs and positions himself in between them, all the while never breaking the kiss- which has now turned into a hungry one. Your tongues thrash with one another and your hands are everywhere; his hair, on his neck, pulling at his shirt.

You hear shouting near the door and you immediately push him away but not far. You face the door, panting and when you can no longer hear anything, you look down at him. His lips are red and slightly swollen, his hair a sexy mess.

You both laugh softly and his hands wrap around your lower back. “One more?” He asks you, his eyes glinting joy mixed with lust.

You nod and lean down to kiss him again but he pulls back, shaking his head. “I meant… one more night?”

You start to think but you’ve always been thinking. Always overthinking. Who knows when you’ll get a chance like this again?

“One more night,” you confirm.

You expect him to leap with joy but instead, his finger reach for your chin and he tilts your head back. You gasp as the contact of his lips on the skin of your neck sends chill down your spine. You hold onto him tightly and cradle the back of his head.

He then lifts you up from the counter, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist. He begins to walk towards the door, manages to open it while still holding you up and walks out into the hallway. Without you having to tell him, he walks towards your bedroom.

“One more,” he orders and now you know what he’s asking.

You lean down and kiss him again and again, showing him how much you want him. You hear the door open and he steps inside.

“One more?” You ask when you pull back.

Characters: Tom Holland - Harrison Osterfield - Tessa - Y/N

Request: “one where tom is protective of you.” - anon

Notes: i didn’t think i was going to be able to finish this but I did! omg i really hope you guys like it!

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“Okay, so your turn, Y/n.”

“My turn for what?” You ask from the backseat.

Tom and Haz sit in the frontseats of the Audi while you and Tessa take whatever little room is left in the back. The roof is down and the afternoon sunset is shining down on all four of you.

“To choose the next song!” Harrison turns in his seat to face you.

You smirk at him and then at Tom’s reflection in the rearview mirror. You wiggle your eyebrows and Haz rolls his eyes, laughing, before sitting back straight in his seat.

“How many more times do you have to listen to this song before you grow tired of it?” Tom asks as he hands his phone over to Haz so he can put the song. He glances at you through the rearview mirror before looking at the road.

“Never! It’s honestly the best song to listen to while you’re on the road like this,” you reply. Tessa barks her agreement and you laugh, scratching her behind the ears.

Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon starts to play but not loud enough. You push yourself forward and reach across to turn up the volume. Haz and Tom laugh at you just as you plop back on your seat. You start to sing along and soon enough, the boys join along with you.

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Tom finally parks the car in an empty slot. You look around and see people with their dogs, people running, children playing in a playground.

You weren’t really keen to come to the park when the boys first asked you. They wanted to go for a long run when you could barely even walk to the fridge for a drink. But after Tom’s consistent begging, you finally agree but under one condition; that Tom brings Tessa along.

So now here you are, hopping out the car and grabbing Tessa’s leash. Tom and Haz begin to walk towards the beginning of a trail and you follow behind them, already regretting your decision.

“Can’t I just stay here with Tessa?? There’s a lot of people here just sitting with their dogs,” you say.

“You promised you were going to run with us!” Tom replies.

“I did no such thing!” You laugh, “I promised I would come here with you guys.”

“What if something happens?” Tom says in a serious tone that catches you off guard.

You make a confused face and then chuckle, “In a park? Where there’s a lot of people? I have Tessa with me!”

That doesn’t seem to convince Tom, though. You find it weird that he’s acting this way. You’ve been best friends for so long but he’s never given much importance as to if you were alone or not.

Harrison taps his chest, “She’ll be fine, mate. We won’t take long.”

You smile big and turn to walk towards the playground.

“Y/n!” You face Tom. “Just.. you know? Be careful and stuff.”

You roll your eyes and walk away from both of them, Tessa trotting next to you. “Your human is acting really weird, Tessa.”

She barks and you laugh at how cute and adorable she is. You start to play around with her, throwing sticks for her to catch and even letting her jump into the small dog pool.

You don’t realize that time has passed and the sky was now turning a soft blue. The children are long gone and less people were now running past. You’re sitting on the grass with Tessa’s head on your lap.

“They’re taking too long,” you tell Tessa. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they got lost.”

You start to glance around, slightly worried, trying to see any hint of them. You spot a small concession stand on the other side and suddenly your throat goes dry.

“We should get them some waters for when they come back,” you speak out loud and stand up and make your way to the concession stand.

On your walk there, time seems to speed up as the sky becomes darker and darker and the people become fewer and fewer. You’re not someone who gets scared easily but you still notice the small creepy feeling from behind you as if somebody’s watching you.

There’s a line when you arrive and so you wait patiently. Tessa begins to growl next to you. “Tessa? Not another squirrel, please.”

You face forward again and it’s then that you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You feel someone watching you but you choose to ignore, convincing yourself that it was just your mind playing tricks.

“Damn, I’ve never seen such a perfect ass.”

Your heart accelerates and not in a good way. You keep facing forward, not giving it any attention.

“Hey babe! You with the tight ass! I’d like you to face me when I’m talking to you!”

You cringe at his words and step forward just a tiny bit.

“That’s not the proper way to say thank you when a guy is complimenting you.”

Fuck. It’s dark now. Tom and Harrison are nowhere to be seen and you had no idea what to do once you got what you needed from the concession stand.

It’s time to go.

“Come on, Tessa,” you whisper to her and pulled on her leash as you fast walk the path back to the car.

You can’t hear if he’s following you but you take no chance in glancing over your shoulder to check.

Almost there.

“Whoa!”

Your heart jumped up to your throat. A thick and strong arm wrapped around your shoulder. Only one person did that to you but this was not someone familiar. Tessa remained calm, apparently thinking this was someone close to you.

“Where you goin’? I wanted to talk. How about I give you and your… dog? A ride back home?”

You look straight ahead and shake your head. “No, thank you. I came here in my car and I’d really appreciate it if you took your hands off me.”

He laughed the cruelest laugh you ever heard. “You’re funny, babe. You should appreciate that a guy like me would even be touching you. Hey,” his fingers find your chin and they force you, painfully, to finally look at him.

His features are rough, his eyes dark and frightening. His sneer made him look like a mad animal. “Let. Go. Of. Me.”

You push him away and dart towards the direction of the car when his fingers close around your arm and he pulls you towards him. You collide with his chest and you cry out in pain. His hand finds your jaw and he holds your face steady. His musty breath washes over your face and it makes bile rise up in your throat.

“No bitch is going to tell me what to do. Huh? Did you listen? No bitch!”

His sneer was back and he was inching closer. You knew what was going to happen but every time you try to pull away, his hand only tightens its grip on you. You feel like crying but did not dare show weakness. So instead, you shut your eyes and suck in your lips.

You’re surprised when he lets go of your arm and your face and his smell completely disappears. You open your eyes slowly, still wary.

Tom pushes the creep hard on his chest so that he ends up on his ass. “You keep your fucking hands off my girl!”

The asshole just laughs as he gradually stands up. He fixes his shirt and steps closer to Tom. Tom’s hands are balled up into fists but he stands tall and firm. Even from here you can see the clenching of his jaw.

“Y/n, let’s go to the car.” Harrison whispers next to you as he takes Tessa’s leash from your hand.

You shake your head and stay still as you watch the scene in front of you.

“Oh really?” The creep continues, “Your girl, huh? Why was she alone? Seems like the bitch was looking for some di-”

He doesn’t finish his sentence as Tom’s fist comes flying across the air and makes impact with his jaw. You gasp and immediately run forward.

“Shut your fucking mouth, you low-life son of a bitch! I swear I’ll knock off every fucking tooth so the only shit that comes out of you will be from your ass!”

He had knocked him straight down to the ground. The creep was holding his face, not even attempting to stand up again.

“Tom,” you whisper to him. You reach out and grab his arm to get his attention. His head turns to you and nothing but pure rage inflames his eyes but they soon turn soft once they wash over your eyes and he realizes you’re okay. “Please. He’s not worth it. I’m okay. Let’s just go home, please.”

“Did he hurt you?” His whole body is facing you now, the creep on the floor, bleeding, long forgotten. His hands find your face and he caresses it gently, nothing compared to how someone was holding it not even ten minutes ago.

You try to smile a convincing smile and nod, “I’m fine. Now that you’re here. So let’s go, okay?”

He nods and you take his hand and pull him with you towards the car. Harrison and Tessa walk ahead of you.

“Did you get lost?” You ask, trying to take his mind off of what had just happened.

“Um, yeah. We tried to take a new route and lost the trail. I should have been here-”

You shake your head. “It’s fine Tom. We’re okay now.”

“Hey,” his hand squeezes your fingers gently and stops you. You turn around to face him and he walks up to you. “I should have been here. I’m sorry that I wasn’t. I’m sorry that I haven’t been for the past several months. If something had happened to you… Shit, I don’t even want to think about what that fuck would have done if we hadn’t gotten here on time. I just-”

He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath before he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to his chest. You feel his lips softly press on your forehead before his arms completely wrap around you.

It’s amazing how one person’s touch makes you feel so safe and comforted. Everything that had happened in the past half hour comes flooding back and you completely let go in his arms. You don’t hold back your sobs as you cry into his chest. You think about what could have happened if he hadn’t gotten there in time. What the fucking asshole could have done to Tessa if she tried to do something.

Characters: tom holland x reader

Notes: This is part 2! Not the final part, though. Hope you guys enjoy (:

Part 1 Here

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Tom’s POV

It’s the third day and still nothing. I’ve come to this same coffee house, at the same hour, and she hasn’t shown up.

I have to leave next week for work so I really hope I get to at least tell her my thoughts on her writing.

I’m sitting on the same armchair I sat in when I first came here with Harrison. I open up the Instagram app for what seems like the fiftieth time and let out a huge breath, closing my phone for the fiftieth time.

I lean my head back and check my pocket to make sure I have her sheets of paper even though I know they’re there.

I look around me to the many people sitting around. I try to avoid the spot where I saw her last so I wouldn’t feel that pang of disappointment again. But still my eyes move on their own and a familiar messy ponytail comes into view.

I immediately sit up, grabbing onto the arms of the chair and blink several times to make sure this is happening. She’s wearing an oversized sweater and leggings but it doesn’t look unnatural. She looks cute.

She sits on the same seat and takes out her laptop from her backpack. She then pulls out a power cord and I smile thinking about what happened last time.

I tap my pocket, trying to get some nerve to go up to her. Why am I nervous? Just go!

I clear my throat and stand up. I look down to check myself and when I’m finally satisfied, I walk in her direction.

Y/N POV

Oh, thank God you brought your laptop’s charger this time.

The last time you were here, you were in the middle of an important chapter and were so into it that you didn’t even think to save it and that’s when your laptop crashed and died, along with two days worth of work.

Now, you were able to write and finish the chapter and so you’re back to continue the next one.

You push your glasses up the bridge of your nose and push your hair behind your ears. You start to type the first paragraph when you feel somebody watching you.

You always feel like somebody’s watching you but you blame that on your small paranoia. But this time you feel it burning the side of your head.

You lift your head slowly and turn and you feel your heart drop to the floor.

What the fuck? How-?

“Can I help you?” You ask.

“Uh, yeah,” he chuckles and he seems surprised, almost happy that you spoke. “I really don’t know how to explain it but you left these here a few days ago and I just wanted to give them back to you.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out several crumpled up pieces of paper. Your eyes go wide as you recognize them and a million questions start firing in your head.

How did he find them? A few days ago? How did he know they were yours? He’s been waiting to give them back to you?

“I read some of them, actually. I hope you don’t mind,” he gives you a small smile, his lips pressed together.

He slowly hands you your papers and you take them tentatively as if they might cut you.

You haven’t spoken a word. You look down and one of your poems stares back at you. You swallow hard and fold the pieces of paper and stick them into your backpack.

“You shouldn’t have bothered. Someone usually just throws them away,” you tell him before looking up at him.

His eyes seem like x-ray vision and you feel vulnerable. He’s looking at you like there’s something in your face… and he likes it.

“Thank you,” you shoot him a smile. You don’t always mean to sound annoyed. You’ve always been antisocial and socially awkward so you can say it was like a coping mechanism. You’d rather show you have a spine than have people walk all over you the first chance they get.

But he wasn’t like those people. It’s only been five minutes but you know he’s not like that.

He smiles big now, seeing as how you’ve let your guard down just a bit. “Can I sit?” He points at the chair in front of you.

Your heart goes into overdrive. Here stands one of the most attractive men you’ve ever met, let alone breathed the same air and he wants to take a seat in front of you.

Your first thought is to pack everything up and make some excuse about how you’re needed at work but you slam it down. Today is not the day to push people away.

You nod and he immediately sits down in front of you. You pull your laptop closer to you to make more space on the small table but you don’t close it. It serves as a wall, you guess.

“What’s your name?” He asks.

He looks at you like he really wants to know what words come out of your mouth.

“Y/n,” you tell him simply. “Yours?”

A flash of shock crosses his face and he smiles. He smiles a lot. You like it a lot. “You really don’t know who I am?”

You shake your head, “I don’t.”

A lie.

“I’m Tom,” he grins and reaches out with his hand.

You grin too and take his hand and you stop breathing when shock waves travel from your contact with him all the way to your chest.

He seems to have felt the same because he’s staring at your joined hands in curiousity.

Okay, you’ve been holding hands too long. You make to pull it back and he lets go quickly.

“So you read my writing,” you say, trying to make conversation.

“Yes. I’m sorry if that bothers you.”

Usually, if it was anyone, it would bother you. It would bother you a lot. But you feel some sort of satisfaction that he read them.

“It doesn’t,” you breathe out, looking down at your keyboard and then glancing up at him. You push your glasses up your nose.

“I really liked them. You made me feel them, in a way. I don’t really relate to them but you wrote in a way that made me understand them. Well, the person they’re about.”

Your heart swells and your cheeks grow warm.

Exactly. Yes. That’s precisely what you want to put out there.

“I usually don’t look for approval,” you start, “but I’m glad you reacted that way to them.”

“Why’d you throw them out?”

“They were just rough drafts,” you shrug. “I keep the official stuff on here.” You tap your laptop which wakes it and displays your desktop. Your desktop which has a familiar face showing on it.

You close your laptop right away.

“So you’re a writer?” He asks, completely interested.

His english accent makes you feel all sorts of fuzzy inside.

You slowly nod. “Yes. I guess I can say that now officially.”

He starts to ask you about your work, the novel you’re currently writing, about the poems. He’s completely invested in this conversation and his eyes stay glued on you the whole time.

For once, you feel listened to. Interesting enough for someone to talk to. So you find yourself telling him things you would never tell anyone. You start telling him stories and he does the same.

I know, you find yourself thinking every time he tells you something about himself.

“You don’t seem surprised that I’m an actor,” he says, gazing at you.

“You look the part,” you quickly think.

“So you think I’m cute,” he smirks.

“I never said that,” you laugh, but your warm cheeks give you away.

“I think you’re cute too,” he says with the cutest smile. Your favorite smile.

“Ooookay,” you chuckle and start to place your laptop inside your backpack. “I actually have to go now. I may be a writer but that’s not enough to pay the bills, so actual work is calling.”

He stands up when you do. You place your backpack on your shoulders and look up at him.

“Can I walk you out?” He asks.

You nod and he steps aside to let you pass. You walk together to the exit and once you take a look outside, you immediately step back, bumping into Tom.

His hands are on your shoulders to steady you and that current flows from his fingertips again. “What’s wrong?”

You turn your head to the side, your body still facing forward, “It’s pouring!”

He looks past you and then starts to take off the jacket he’s wearing. “I’ll cover you. There’s a cab waiting in the curb. You’ll have to run, though.”

He has a boyish grin, like as if he was just given a new toy to play with.

“Are you insane? You’ll get wet or even worse, sick!”

“Better me than you, love.”

Love.

You slowly copy the grin he has on his face. You can’t help it. Usually, in situations like these, you would just turn around and wait the rain out. But right now you’re excited. He makes you excited.

“Ready?”

You both stand at the exit and he’s already holding his jacket over your head. You take in a deep breath and then nod. You both rush out into the chaos that is rain, people running, and cars honking.

He’s laughing and you’re laughing and soon, you’re yanking the door to the taxi open and jumping inside. You close the door but quickly look outside for him.

He’s still standing outside! The nerve of this guy. He’s holding his own jacket over him now but he’s pointing at the window and then to the ground.

You roll the window down and he’s laughing. “When will I see you again?”

You shake your head in disbelief. You can’t fathom the fact that this is happening to you, out of all people.

“Will you be waiting?”

He chuckles but nods, “Forever if I have to.”

You roll your eyes but you love his answer.

“Guess you’ll have to come every day until I show up.”

The jacket is not enough to keep him dry. His curls are hanging down his forehead, dripping. “I can definitely do that.”

You shake your head and laugh softly before putting the window up but his hand shoots across it, stopping it. “I can’t wait to see you again, y/n!”

The cab is already pulling away from the curb but you look back and he’s waving you off. You wave back and then sit forward again.