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