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Unrequited Love (tom holland)

"and maybe i like you because you're my best friend. maybe it's just that but i love you. i wholeheartedly love you. with every ounce of my body, i just love you." you paused, taking a quick breath in. spinning on your heel, you looked back to your bed. "how's that?"

the hamster on your bed wasn't paying any attention. you sighed, "you're right.. too forward. he will think i'm crazy."

turning back to the mirror you looked at yourself and wondered, why not me? why does he continuously choose other girls who hurt him over you? granted being best friends catapulates you into the forever friend zone, but if he could just see what you saw...

what you saw was different. you see love and light within your relationship, an unconditional love emanates from him to you just not in the way you needed. you we're in love with him and the stupid things he does. you loved how he laughed when you told a funny joke, or the way he would giggle if he was playing a prank on you. you were infatuated with his ability to ruin just about every movie that he has seen and you haven't.

what he saw was friendship, which you also loved about him. your friendship was strong and loving. he didn't think that the way your hair looked in the morning was adorable, or the way you made your coffee was absolutely ridiculous but still charming. what he saw was different and you didn't know if he would ever change his mind about that.

but how much longer could you stand to see girl after girl leave his bedroom in the morning, casually walk out the door while you watched criminal minds in the living room. not only was it painful to see that but to also see him pick the girls up in the bar the night before, wishing he would come to his senses and walk to you instead.

it hurt, honestly. it hurt to love him. and he has no idea...

you see your door fling open and there stands tom, warmly smiling at you. "morning!" he said cheerfully.

"good morning," you smiled back, he looked adorable. you two hadn't gone to the bars last night, so you wouldn't have to watch as someone left this morning.

"do you wanna come take tessa for a walk with me?" he asked politely, still standing in your doorway with his ruffled hair and baggy sleep clothes.

"yeah, i'll come. let me get ready," he nodded to you and closed the door behind himself. you turned back to the mirror and sighed heavily. "you have to tell him, today." you whispered.

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"good girl, tess!" tom shouted, throwing another ball as far as he could.

you've been holding back for a while now, you didn't know how to start. he is probably going to think you're crazy or weird or both. ultimately, you weren't scared of rejection but scared it will tarnish the friendship you two have. he is obviously going to look at you differently because of it.

"you right?" he said, putting his hand on your arm. "you haven't really said anything since we got here." you looked over to him.

"yeah, i'm okay. just thinking, i guess," you looked down at your feet. he looked at you as if to continue talking, but you couldn't. you weren't ready for everything to be different. "i don't know, just in my head..."

he rubbed your arm and smiled sweetly at you. "i'm always here, okay?"

"i know, tom. thanks," you smiled back but it quickly faded when someone approached the both of you.

she was small and blonde, having a flirtatious look on her face. "tom?" she grabbed his attention away from you, his hand retreated from your arm as he turned around.

"oh, hey penelope!" he smiled at her. you recognized her, she's come out of tom's room once or twice.

tessa came back with her ball, you took this opportunity to quietly walk away with her, pretending you were just playing. you could hear their conversation diminish as you got further away.

you could feel your heart hurting for him and there being nothing you can do about it. you knew this wasn't healthy and you knew that even if you told him, you would still hurt like this. you lived with him, there was nothing you could do to get your mind off of him. and maybe that was the problem.

"y/n?" you could hear him calling, you quickly wiped the frown off your face and raised your arm in the air for him to notice you. he jogged over, looking accomplished.

"there you are," he said to you, then reaching down to pet tessa. "i got her to come over tonight," he smirked.

normally, you would laugh at something like that to hide how you actually felt. you would tell him to just keep quiet so you could sleep, you'd be supportive. but what came out was the opposite of that, it shocked you how quickly you said it too. "i'm moving out,"

his face fell instantly, "what?" he spoke softly.

you quickly regained your thoughts. "my mom, she wants me to come stay with her..."

a lie. a big ole lie. right in his face you lied to your best friend. you didn't know why you just made that decision so fast. you knew your mom would let you stay with her the only problem she was four hundred miles away.

"f-for a little bit or like for good?" he looked concerned, worried and sad all at the same time. it was killing you.

you took a minute to respond, "for good..."

"when?"

"lets, uh- lets talk about this later, can we?" you asked, taking the opportunity to walk forward, tessa following right behind you.

"no, y/n, can we do this now? if my best friend is leaving me i need answers." he grabbed your arm and you had to hold back tears at this point.

you knew you had to leave, it was the only way for you to not hurt as badly anymore watching him be with other girls all the time. once you had moved on, maybe you could come back but it won't be the same. you thought it would be a good solution but now you'll just be apart, you'll fade. the friendship was ruined either way at this point.

you turned around with tears welling in your eyes. "y/n.. what's going on with you?"

"i love you! don't you get it?" you nearly shouted at him, he let go of your arm.

"i love you too, i don't know what you-"

"no, tom. i'm IN love with you. i have been for months now!" you were wiping tears from your cheeks as people passed by.

tom was looking at you softly, "oh..."

"seeing you bring girl after girl home, its...it hurts," you started. "it hurts to love you." you admitted, looking down.

"i had no idea, y/n. im so sorry, but please don't move out. i'll-i'll stop bringing them home, i will-"

"i don't want you to change your life just because i have some crush on you! i want you to be happy, i want you to be able to talk to a girl without feeling like you're making me sad."

"what are you saying?" he looked hurt. you couldn't even imagine what he was thinking right now.

"i know you don't feel the same way, i do. but i'm saying that because i love you, im letting you go," you turned sideways, tears brimming over your eyes now.

"but i don't want that!" he yelled. "i don't want to lose you, y/n please. there has got to be something, just because i don't love you like that doesn't mean we stop being friends."

"we don't have to not be friends i just can't live with you anymore, i have to move on." you said quietly. he thought for a moment as silence filled the space around the two of you.

you felt relieved that you had told him, but couldn't shake the fact that you were actually going to go stay with your mom. you kept this inside for months, it was like a breath of fresh air.

he walked up beside you and turned you to look at him, he grabbed your forearms and it made you look up. "lets go on a date," he said simply.

"what?"

"we've been friends for how long and i've never taken you on a date. i've never seen that side of you before, you know me, y/n. im not a close minded person, i can adapt and change-"

"i don't want you to change-"

"i want to change, if it means not losing you," he looked at you softly. "let's give it a shot, yeah?"

you thought about all of this. the conversation you had just had with him and how you never expected it to go the way this just did. you didn't have high hopes, but you knew now no matter the outcome tom was by your side. holding your hand or not, you didn't care.

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pancake breakfasts (tom holland x reader)

requested: hi um so maybe you and tom (who is ur best friend) go to the bar for some fun and some guy tries drugging your drink (whether he does or not is up to u) and tom protects you and brings you home safe. (also u can add other stuff idrk how to do this)

summary: ^ i mean there it is basically HAHA

warning: some foul language, date rape drug

word count: 1776

you stare out the window and watch the people on the sidewalks. some are just standing there, some are walking, maybe even a light jog to get where they need to be.

you let out a little sigh you didn't know you were keeping in and looked to your left. tom was sitting on his phone, not paying attention. you playfully smacked his phone from behind, sending it down on his feet.

"you're a bitch," he laughs picking up his phone but this time placing it on his lap.

you smile, turning your head back to the window and see the red and green neon lights that read: HOLLYWOOD CLUB CRAWL.

"yeah, this is it on the right!" you said to your uber driver, he nodded and pulled over letting you and tom.

tom takes your hand and you both run across the street to the club. you get inside with no problem and find a spot at the bar. you both had pregamed just a little bit.

just a little.

"YOU. ARE. MY BEST FRIEND," tom yelled downing a shot and pointing at you.

"you're MY BEST FRIEND TOO," you said back astonished. "i am-i am gonna go dance now!" you stuttered, hoping off your bar stool.

you reached your hand back for tom to grab to come dance. he shook his head and you frowned. "i have to use the bathroom, i'll be-be right back," he stammered, taking his phone in hand and heading off to the bathroom.

you turned around and went out onto the dance floor. you quickly were asked to dance by a man slightly taller than you. he had jet black hair and was wearing khaki shorts and a button up.

you nodded your head because, what the hell! right? you danced with him and ended up grinding on him to the music.

"you're so hot," he whispered in your ear. you kinda ignored it and kept dancing, the alcohol in your system making you more confident than usual.

that's when the guy, who you didn't even know his name started grabbing you where you didn't want to be grabbed. that's when you stopped dancing and turned towards him.

thinking quick you said, "my boyfriend is waiting for me! i better go!" you turned to leave without letting him respond.

as you turned he grabbed your arm, "boyfriend?" he shouted over the music.

"yep!" you tugged on your arm.

"damn, alright!" he let go and made his way deeper in the dance floor. with a sigh you go back to your bar stool and tom was just returning from the bathroom.

you decided not to tell him, knowing he would spend the rest of the night making sure you were safe and you didn't want a babysitter.

you downed a few more shots, alongside tom. finally asking the bartender for a glass of beer. and you decided that would be your last drink.  at least for a while.

tom wanted to dance now, pulling you out on the dance floor with your beer still in hand. you both danced crazily to the music alongside other drunk girls and guys who planned to hook up.

"hold on!" you scream and run to put your drink down on the table, coming back seconds later to keep dancing.

tom spun you around and quickly pulled you in close to him.

you had never really noticed but his eyebrow had this thing where is kinda swooped up. you don't know why but you found it kind of cute in the moment. you were so close to him that you could notice small details of his face.

the bridge in his nose from breaking it so many times. the small scar on his chin from his brothers and him roughhousing, his unusually small but very adorable lips, and the specs of joy in his hazel eyes. you couldn't help but just start to smile at him.

it had felt like light years of you being that close to him. being as drunk as you were, you sorta started to lean in to kiss him.

but he pulled back and started stammering.

"fuck, i'm-im sorry i-" you started saying, backing up a little bit.

"no, it's okay. really i-"

but you had already started walking away. back to the bar to down the entire rest of your beer. you can't believe you just did that.

not even because you're best friends, you both had kissed before it's not like it's weird.

it's because you sorta had feelings for him in way that wasn't just best friends. you wanted more than just friends.

you wanted pancake breakfasts after a sleep over, you wanted to cuddle while watching scary movies, for him to cuddle you even tighter during the scary parts, you wanted goodbye and hello kisses.

you wanted to go on cute dates to the cinema, having a waitress know your order at a small diner, going to the beach at sunset with him, and just be a couple.

you wanted a relationship with him.

tom just wanted to be friends. which is fine. it's perfectly fine.

you got back to the bar after what felt like ages and grabbed your beer and chugged it hard. tom had followed close behind you and began speaking.

he was speaking but you couldn't hear any of the words he was saying. it was like he was mouthing his words. you went to speak and all that came out was stutters and nothingness.

you began to look around, your vision was hazy and very unsteady but you could see the guy from before at the other end of the bar, he was watching you.

you looked back to your drink and then back to tom who had noticed something was wrong.

taking in a deep breath, you tried to take a few steps but fell to your knees. you could hear tom yell your name and try and help you up. after a while everything just went black.

**

you let out a deep groan and opened your eyes.

your head was pounding but you were back in toms apartment, laying in his bed.

you looked over and he was no where to be found, you looked to the bed side table and saw a bottle of water and motrin.

you smiled at how sweet he was. you took three motrin and downed the water bottle.

it took everything in you to move but once you did you were fine.

somehow you were now wearing an over sized t shirt and baggy sweat pants. you shook your head, not caring and went downstairs.

you saw tom in the kitchen and he was cooking.

he was making pancakes.

"hi," you said softly, squinting your eyes at the bright lights in his apartment.

"oh my gosh, hi," tom gasped, coming around the island and giving you a hug. to which you returned. "are you okay? how do you feel? did you take the motrin? i hope you don't mind i got you-"

"tom i'm fine, yes i took the motrin. thank you," he smiled back at you.

"good," he took your hand and brought you to the chair at the island and sat you down and he returned to making pancakes.

"what, uh, what happened last night?" you asked. maybe you could play it off like you didn't remember trying to kiss him, maybe he doesn't even remember he was quite drunk too.

"some asshole drugged your drink, the bartender went back and looked at the films. after you passed out they arrested him,"

"holy shit-"

"you really scared me," he said to you, looking up from the pancakes and starring directly at you. "i thought you were gonna, well, uh, die."

"i didn't, i'm okay."

"i know, and i'm thanking every god on the world for that," he sighed.

you decided to just come clean. "i'm sorry that i tried to kiss you, i was just really drunk-"

"you only did it because you were drunk?" he interrupted you quickly.

"y-yeah," you looked down, playing with your hands.

"oh,"

there was a little silence after that. you didn't want to come clean with everything just yet. he doesn't need to know about your weird crush on him.

"why're you, uh, making pancakes?"

he smirked, "because when we got home last night and i put you in bed you kept mumbling in your sleep that you wanted a pancake breakfast after a sleepover."

you laughed along with him.

"you also said that you wanted to cuddle watching scary movies, goodbye and hello kisses, dates to the cinema. you just kinda kept talking," he was fully smirking now, but only looking at the pancakes he was making.

you were utterly horrified. you kept your stare down at your hands, popping your fingers and playing with them, not sure what else to do.

he said your name and you looked up. "i pulled back last night because i was scared you were just doing it because you were drunk."

"what?"

"i didn't want to kiss you only to find out you just did it because you were drunk. i would want it to mean something.." he trailed off.

he flipped a pancake and slowly looked up at you.

he had the cutest puppy dog eyes there could ever be.

"you're right, it- it wouldn't have meant anything to me last night," he looked down, almost hurt. you got up off your chair and went next to him.

you tugged on the sides of his shirt, pulling him closer to you, reaching up you cupped his cheek. "but it means something now." you leaned up a tiny bit and kissed him.

he didn't even have to think about kissing you back, he just did it. he wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you closer- if that was even possible- and dropped the spatula on the counter with his other hand which he placed on your cheek as well.

"can i tell you something?" he asked pulling away, you nodded. "i wasted so many years by not telling you how i felt, because i think you felt the exact same  way, the entire time."

"we're really stupid, aren't we?" you both laughed and you kissed him again.

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The Last Goodbye

This imagine is a collab I did with Nay!! (@tomimagines) shes amazing and writes really really cool imagines. If you don’t you should totally go follow her :) 

Characters: Tom Holland, Y/n + Holland Family 

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Tom clasped your hand tight as you both walked down the hallway. The long white hallway that seemed to grown a mile with every step. You looked over to Tom, whose eyes were kept straight and glassy.

He knew this day was coming for a couple weeks now, but no amount of preparation would even come close to prepare him for this. You both got no sleep last night, you stayed up late drinking coffee and watching old videos of her and remembering the first time she ever met you. You both were laughing but the laughter died off and it turned to tears pretty quickly.

You formed your lips into a line, looking back down to your hands interlocked together as you walked. You both were early, Tom wanted to make sure he had enough time to say goodbye as possible.

You reached the room and he paused. Freezing in his footsteps and stopping you with his arms. You looked to him again, he was still looking forward, his eyes more watery this time. It broke your heart.

“I don’t-I don’t know if I can do this.” Tom muttered, looking down at his feet.

“Hey,” You spoke softly, reaching a hand up and turning his head towards yours so both of your eyes locked with his. “It’s all going to be okay. I promise.”

Tom’s breath hitched before you took him into a hug. His arms immediately wrapped themselves around you and he buried his head in your neck. You closed your eyes tight and rubbing your hand up and down his back slowly. You did this for a while before speaking.

“Let’s go see her, yeah?” Now, even you were choking back tears. For all the time you and Tom had been together you and her formed a nice bond.

Tom nodded his head slowly while standing back up straight. You looked him in the eyes once more and gave him a slight nod before opening the door. Tom grabbed your hand again almost immediately, squeezing it tight.

The first thing you both saw was Tessa laying still on the bed. You could hear a sniffle  behind you before the sound of the door closing. The vet beside the table looked up from his computer and smiled thoughtfully.

The room was bright. Yellow and painted like a field of flowers. It was suppose to be comforting but it just came off as more annoying than anything. The smell was like a warm vanilla, that’s suppose to comfort you once again which this time it might actually work.

“Tom, I’m glad you came early,” The vet stood up, shaking Tom’ hand, he turned to you. “I’m sorry, I’m afraid I don’t think we were ever introduced, I’m Dr. Hunt.”

“I’m Y/n.” You said politely, he smiled at you once more.

“Like I said, I’m glad you came early, she isn’t doing well.. I thought she could last through the day but-” He stopped, looking at her then back to Tom. “I just called your family, they are on their way.”

Tom nodded slowly. “I’ll give you some time and send your family down when they get here.” He put a hand on Tom’s shoulder and left the room.

Tom looked over at you slowly, he was crying now, more than before.

With his hand still in yours you slowly moved your feet over to the chairs beside the bed, dragging Tom with you. You both sat down and Tessa looked as excited as ever to see Tom, her little tail going wild behind her and her trying desperately trying to lick you and Tom.

She can’t really move her body, just her head and her tail. She’s gotten really old within the years, slowly not being able to climb the stairs, get up on the bed despite not being allowed to, and not playing anymore.

“Hey, girl. Hi, Princess.” Tom cried, petting Tessa up and down. You watched as Tom took her one paw in his hand and laid his head on her body, his head bobbing up and down with her breath. Each one looking weaker than the last. “You’re okay, princess. You’re okay.”

You reached your hand out and stroked her head, her giving you a quick lick to the hand and you followed down to her paw that Tom was holding. You wrapped your hand around his and smiled at him sympathetically. Her tail had almost stopped completely. The only noise in the room was both of your sniffling and the occasional ‘Good girl, Tess.’

“I love you, Tess.” Tom mumbled over and over again. “I love you, Tess.” He played with her paw, his head still on her body. “I love you, Tess.”

You both almost hadn’t noticed when Tom’s head stopped bobbing up and down.  

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You shut your eyes tightly but that doesn’t even stop the tears from pouring down your face. You press your lips on Tessa’s head and hear as Tom’s sobs become louder.

This is pain that you never want to feel again. You ache for the loss of someone so important not only to yourself, but for the one you love the most.

“No, Tessa,” Tom cried out, his voice muffled. “Please, please, please.”

You open your eyes and through your blurry and watery vision, you can see Tom still crying, his whole body shaking, his head buried in Tessa’s fur. “Tom,” your voice breaks.

You move your chair closer to his and just hold him as he lets it all out. You feel your chest constrict just hearing the hurt from Tom’s cries.

“We needed more time,” Tom murmurs.

“I know, baby. I know,” you comfort him, kissing his hair while rubbing your hand up and down his back.

Just then, the door opens and Paddy is the first one to come in, followed by the twins, and then Nikki and Dom. They all freeze in the doorway and just stare at the both of you crying over Tessa.

Nikki’s hands go flying to her mouth as she tries to stifle her cries. Dom wraps his arm around her and kisses her head as he closes his eyes.

“Tessa?” Paddy speaks and that makes Tom lift his head up. He immediately wipes his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater, sniffs and stands up to turn and look at his family.

“Hey, Pads. Hey, guys,” he mumbles shakily. Nikki steps forward and hugs her son tightly before the rest of the family follows.

You wipe at your face, stand up, and take a step back to give the family a moment to themselves. You can’t bear to look at Tessa’s still body on the bed so you turn to look at anything but the tears come back.

“Come here, hun,” Nikki calls out to you, her hand reaching out. You smile sympathetically and take her hand. She pulls you in into the big family embrace and you can hear nothing but sniffles and the clearing of throats as the whole family comforts each other.

Paddy is the first one to break from the group and walks over to stand next to Tessa. Slowly, the rest of the Hollands follow suit until they all form a circle around the table.

You stand next to Tom and his arm wraps around your shoulders, your own arm wrapping around his waist. You hold each other tightly, crying, and you feel him kiss the side of your head. “Thank you,” you hear him whisper into your hair, “for being here. I don’t know if I would have been able to do this without you.”

You close your eyes and then turn to kiss his shoulder softly before laying your head on it.

You begin to reminisce the way Tessa always lit up the room whenever she came to snuggle while you and Tom watched a movie. The way she made everyone laugh every time Tom dressed her up. She was a friend and a comfort you always wanted to have around.

Before dating Tom, Nikki’s approval was crucial but even more, you were anxious to see if Tessa ever accepted you. She’s his princess… and always will be.

You try to think of other memories, like how her favorite thing was running around in the fields, completely free, with her tongue hanging out. Looking at the yellow walls again, you start to paint in your mind long strands of grass and the sun shining down on the walls. You hold onto Tom tighter as you imagine that Tessa is now running happy, with no pain, in the endless fields and looking down at you all.

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Art Museums

Characters: Tom Holland, Y/N

Song: Two Moons by toe (yes im serious)

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Had you blinked?

Shit, I think you blinked.

Well, now you’re thinking about now you will have to blink.

You shut your eyes for a moment, refocusing your attention on the piece in front of you. Looking at every paint stroke and thinking of the reasoning behind it.

You begin to move your feet slowly, taking yourself into the next dimly lit room. The only light coming from the small lights above the art-work. You crossed your arms and stopped in front of the first painting.

It’s strokes were rough and uneven. It wasn’t anything in particular, just a bunch of squiggles on a canvas. Although, that’s the brilliant part. It’s not just squiggles on a canvas, it’s so much more than what you see at first glance. It’s-

“Quite boring, isn’t it? Just a bunch of old paintings and slow music.” A voice interrupted behind you, you sighed before turning around.

“No, it’s interesting.” You said, walking a bit forward to the next peice on the wall, him following right behind you.

“I don’t see how,” He paused, taking the place next to you before the painting. “Could you explain it? I would really like to understand.” He says sympathetically.

You turn to him and half smile. Nothing is more pleasing than someone wanting to learn, genuinely.

“Well, this artist,” You say pointing to the painting. “Has just painted lines, yeah?”

“Yes…?”

“No.”

“Huh?”

“It’s more than that. What is interesting about it is that you can interpret it the way you’d like. Whatever that would be. You can try to maybe figure out what he was thinking but you won’t unless he told you himself.” You say quietly to him beside you.

You look over to him and his expression is the most bewildered you had ever seen a person’s face look. “Just take it in. Don’t think too hard, just stare at it and tell me what comes to mind.”

He looks for a while, staring intently at the canvas before turning to you. “I mean. To me, all I can see is lines. Maybe..Oh, nevermind.”

“No, say it.”

“It’s stupid.”

“Say it anyway.” You smile at him. He looks to the painting then back to you before chuckling a bit, which was quite charming.

He hesitates. “It’s just lines going in different directions. Maybe... it’s his way of saying... that everything has it’s own path?”.

“That wasn’t stupid,” You see him turn a shade of pink before looking to another painting in the room. “It’s actually what I was thinking..” You admit to him and you could see a smile of assurance tug at the corner of his lips.

“Can I walk with you? I promise I won’t speak that much.”

“I don’t even know you’re name,” You laugh but begin walking with him following behind, walking with you anyway. Which is what you were hoping.

“Oh, I’m-uh. I’m Tom.”

“Y/n,”

You both walk around in silence for a bit, wandering the rooms of paintings. Only speaking if he had a question or wanted to hear your opinion about something.

Tom was no ladies man, which was adorable. It was quite obvious, he spoke in stutters and could barely look you in the eyes when he was speaking. As good as he looks and as smart as he seems to be, there is no need for him to be flirty. Tom does it all on his own.

You noticed he started to understand what you were saying. That art isn’t always one meaning because at one point you both began arguing about what something was suppose to mean.

“It’s obviously about the global devastation!” You silently whisper to him as you stand in front of one of the last paintings in the gallery.

“Its about future devastation, not present.”  Tom argued back.

“Not likely.”

“Very likely!” You rolled your eyes. “You’re just mad because the student has become the teacher.” Tom crossed his arms.

“Oh, come on!” You sighed, rolling your eyes again and looking to the side.

Tom smirked and relaxed his arms to his sides. “You’re cute when you’re angry.”

“Couldn’t be original, could you?” You challenged and went to turn to go in the other direction.

Tom chuckled before grabbing your wrist, spinning you around to face him. Unexpected but you were glad.

“Let me be even more unoriginal and take you out for coffee sometime.” Tom half smiled.

You thought for a moment. “Admit it was present devastation.” You smirked, tilting your head to one side a bit as he looked displeased with your answer.

Tom sighed. “Itwaspresentdevastation.”

“I’m sorry? I don’t think I caught that.” You leaned forward smiling wide, obviously having way too much fun with this.

“You’re killing me, love.” Tom whined, you were taken aback by the nickname but it just made you smile more.

You nicked your head forward a bit, putting your hand to your ear signaling that you were ready to listen to him.

“It was present devastation.” You grinned at him.

“I would love coffee.” And he grinned at you.

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The Day Your Life Changes

Characters: Tom Holland, Y/n

Song: Come away with me by Tracey Chattaway  _____________________

The double doors in front of you will open in thirty seconds.

In thirty seconds your life changes forever. In thirty seconds everything you once knew is over. In thirty seconds you start your new life.

Twenty seconds.

You breathe, remembering that’s important. Staying alive would be nice.

Ten seconds.

You start to panic, the smile fades and you look behind you. Your eyes meet a warm familiar smile that somehow makes it all seem okay. That makes it all seem worth it. All this waiting, it’s finally done.

Five.

You’re here.

One.

The doors open and all eyes are on you. But you’re only looking at one pair of eyes.

You made it.

You start walking. The stupidest decision you ever made was to walk alone. Considering their was no one to walk you, you didn’t have much of a choice. But you didn’t really mind, you felt so comfortable and that was because you were looking at him, and he was staring right back.

You could see his eyes welling up a bit.

Damn you, Tom. Stop it, you’ll make me cry. You think to yourself, plastering a smile on your face but that doesn’t conceal the tears that are starting to stream down your face.

You hear the clicks of cameras from all angles and the quiet whispers about your dress, the music the pianist is playing ties it all together.

You reach the altar, still looking into the same eyes you fell in love with years ago. Never did you once dare dream this far into the future. Never did you once dare to think you were going to be making a family. Never did you once think you would be in love like this.

Not like this.

They talk about love in books and in movies but it doesn’t compare to the actual thing. It’s truly a blessing to be able to love someone so much it hurts, to love someone so much that just hearing their voice can make you the happiest person alive. To love someone so goddamn much that you would get up in front of all your friends and family and pronounce your love and dedicate your life to someone.

They don’t mention how good it feels. Not in the slightest.

“We are gathered here today…” The man began from your left.

To be honest, you stopped listening. You were looking so deep into his eyes you couldn’t focus on anything else. His cheeks were wet with tears and you (out of habit) reached up and wiped them dry. Not caring who saw, he didn’t so neither did you.

Tom had to signal you with his eyes to make you refocus on what the man was saying, because apparently he was talking to you.

“I believe you both prepared vows?”

We both said yes quietly and he motioned for Tom to begin first.

He took a breath, then began, not breaking eye contact with you.

"I will kill the spiders, maybe with a squeal and a few tears but I will kill them. I will share my fries with you when you have finished all of yours and are still hungry. I will eat the pineapple on the pizza because I know you hate it, and I love it. I will kiss the papercuts, and the door-slammed fingers, and the counter-bumped hip,”

The sound of people chuckling filled the room as he took a pause. You couldn’t contain your smile, and neither could he.

“I will always try my hardest to not get annoyed when you whisper questions or comments during movies, especially when you try to get spoilers from me, and no, now that we are married you still can’t get them. I will always be the big spoon, I will let you win at wrestling. Sometimes. Other times I will not. I’ll send you random ‘I love you’ texts and leave you silly gifts. Not always, never on schedule. Just when I think you need one, or a million. I will check your tire pressure, and sue the buttons on your shirts, or at least try. I will hold your hand. I love you, I will love you, I always have loved you.”

You could feel the tears on your face and you were smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. Tom half smiled and put his little paper away in his back pocket, taking your hands in his again. Hearing people sniffle and chuckled in the pews below you both was refreshing.

Now it was your turn.

“I promise to be your best friend. To have your back no matter what. To let you fight your own battles but to tap in when needed. I promise to share the covers, no matter how much of a hog I can be. I promise to leave you hot water after a shower. To love your family like they were my own. I promise to make sure we got to Disneyland as often as we can. I will try not to nudge you for things that may result in you losing your job, keyword try. I promise to try new experiences with you as long as it doesn’t involve pineapple pizza, because lets face it that's gross. I promise to put your happiness before mine. But above all, I promise to love you and to never leave you. For you, Thomas Stanley Holland are my soulmate.”

More sniffling came from the crowd and yourself. You hadn’t realized you were crying as hard as you were. Tears of happiness of course.  

“Well, I think it’s time to do it then, shall we?”

Tom and you both let out a laugh that you didn’t know you were holding in. You felt a sense of relief. You were happy. Completely and utterly happy.

“I now pronounce you,” Three words. Three words and you’re life is changed forever. You looked to the man, he was also smiling wide.

“Husband and Wife.”

Everyone cheers. “You may now kiss the bride.” Looking back to Tom, he was the only person in the room. He bent down and you could feel his lips on yours, you swear you could but…. they were gone. He was gone. It was dark and cold again.

You woke in a sweat. Your heart beating as fast as it could possibly be going. It was a dream.

A memory.

A memory so far pushed to the back of your mind it panicked you to wonder why you had dreamed about it. Tom was dead. He was gone. He has been gone for nearly three months.

Automatically, your hand reached for his side of the bed. You were met with cold sheets and you snaked your hand back fast, pulling it up to your chest as the tears began to fall.

You started to feel guilty. Who knows hwy but you felt guilty that you were still upset. Everyone says that its normal and it will soon pass but this seems never ending. 

A never ending cycle of missing him. A never ending cycle of him being gone.

You’re life had lost it’s sunshine, you lost your best friend. You lost everything you had that day. That stupid effing day he decided to get out of bed. You wished he had stayed in bed that day, you want it more than anything. 

But you let him go.

You let him get into his car. 

You let him drive away.

And the day that was a perfectly normal Wednesday morning with partly sunny skies and a nice breeze was the worst day of your life.

The day you lost your everything. 

The day you became a widow. 

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Cheers To Being Cheated On

Characters: Sam Holland : Y/N

Song: Light the Night by Tracey Chattaway

__________ You take a swig of your paper bag, which really isn’t a paper bag but no one needs to know that. You could feel the frigid wind on your exposed back from this dress. The dress you were so happy about wearing tonight. You were so happy not even an hour ago. Time changes fast.

You had plopped yourself down at the table just outside the school building. You didn’t care that you weren’t suppose to be out here, you just needed to get away from everyone in that room. Your hands entangled themselves in your hair, which was also ruined, and you put your head down, letting a few tears fall from your eyes.

Things were silent for a while. You could hear the little bugs singing their tunes in the woods behind the school, which was kinda relaxing. The moon as the only light source, since the school didn’t want anyone out here they didn’t bother with turning on the lights. You liked it.

You picked your head up and took another sip of your drink of choice.

“Rough night?” A voice spoke behind you. You turned around immediately and made an audible gasp in fright.

“Christ in Hell, dude! Don’t sneak up on people like that!” You squealed, placing a hand over your chest. Like that did anything anyway.

“Sorry,” He said quickly.

You looked at him, up and down, then back to the dark field in front of you. “Yeah, you could say so.”

He hesitated but made his way to the other side of the table, not sitting but staring. You could see his face now, you still didn’t recognize him though you probably should.

“You’re missing a really fun party, they’re playing the cha cha slide, you know.”

You laugh, thankful he was being sarcastic. You motion for him to sit in front of you and he does, like he was already waiting for you to do so. You offer your paper bag out to him, he takes it and sips with ease.

“Where’s your date? I’m sure she is missing you by now.” You say as he hands you back the bag.

“Oh, yeah, shes missing me...while snogging another guy.”  He admits, tapping his fingers on the table. You could see the redness in his eyes like he had been crying.

“I’m sorry,” You say to him sympathetically, he looks down for a moment, looking back up a few seconds later with a smile.

“What about you? You’re not going to go all Carrie on the entire lot, are you?”

“No,” you half smile, letting out a small chuckle. “my date--my ex boyfriend.. just was caught snogging someone else too.”

You both look up at each other for a split second. “Do you think?”

“What are the odds-”

You both laugh for a moment, forgetting what has happened to the both of you. Forgetting the party behind those metal double doors. Forgetting everything but the sound of each other laughing.

“Cheers to being cheated on, I guess.” You hold up the bag with a sad smile, swigging some for yourself before handing it over to him to take one as well.

“I’m Sam,” He says, taking the bottle from his lips and handing it back to you, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his tux. Which infuriates you entirely but you ignore it for now.

“Y/n,”

Sam smiles in the light of the moon and you do too. You quickly get an idea.

“Come with me, hurry!” You beamed, reaching for his hand across the table and dragging him along with you.

You let go of his hand as he got up and just sprinted past the double doors fast to avoid the eyes of anal chaperons that don’t like fun. With the doors behind you, no one in sight but you and Sam you started running, him following close behind. You were thankful you had worn flats and not heels tonight.

“C’mon, hurry! We can’t get caught!” You called behind you, rounding the corner of the school. Sam was right behind you as you reached the ladder to the roof. “Scared of heights?”

“No,”

You smiled and quickly turned around to climb the ladder. It wasn’t very tall but it wasn’t short either. You reached the top within a minute with Sam right behind you.

“You come up here often?” He asked you with a half smile.

“Couple times a week, tops. But only at night, come look.” You take his hand and lead him to the other end of the roof top. You reach the edge and overlook the city below the both of you.

You saw this view often, but Sam hadn’t. You looked over to him, his lips were parted in amazement at the view. It was dark but the lights made it so beautiful.

“I didn’t know it looked this pretty.” He said, still watching over the city. You didn’t respond, you let the sound of nature and the lights speak for you.

Sam looked for a few more moments, letting it all sink in. “We won’t get caught?”

“No cameras up here, you can’t hear our footsteps below in the classrooms because of the music. No one comes up here. We won’t get caught.” You reassured him, looking over to him, and he was already looking at you.

His eyes were still a little red from crying, and probably so were yours. You could see his whole face now in the light of the city. His face was scattered with small freckles, which you thought to be adorable.

You both were just kind of staring at each other for a few moments. Not really sure why, you looked away and back to the lights. “Do you have to go home anytime soon?” You asked him innocently.

“No,” He responded, looking back to the lights now as well. “Why?”

“Cus I kinda don’t wanna be alone right now.” You confessed, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Yeah,” Sam rested his head on yours. “Me either.”

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I Won’t Fight You

Characters: Peter Parker, Y/N

Song: Let It All Go by Birdy, RHODES 

"Tony, I'm sorry." Peter choked, feeling guilty he can no longer fight. Thanos had defiantly taken his toll on him. With the rest of the avengers struggling to fight around Peter and Tony, keeping them safe so Tony can say his goodbye before sending Peter back home. Not knowing if he would ever see Peter again.

"It's okay, kid. We got this, you fought good. I'm proud of you." Tony reassured him with a kind smile. "Go home to May and Y/n. They need you more than we do."

6 Months Later, After Infinity War

"I don't know, Peter. My head really hurts." You told him, laying down on his small twin bed. Not wanting to go school that day.

"You can stay here all day if you want," Peter said to you from the doorway. "I have to go over to Stark Industries after school, so I won't be back until late."

"I thought that was next week?"

"They moved the court date to today. I still can't believe he left everything to me. I still can't believe he's gone.." Peter trailed, leaning against the door frame. He looked down to his hands and fiddled with his fingers.

You got up from the bed, ignoring the pounding in your head. "Do you want me to go with you?"

"No, no. I'll be fine. Stay here and get some rest, God knows you won't at your house." Peter kissed your forehead and gave you a sympathetic smile before leaving for the day.

You felt like you could be doing more for Peter. He lost his third father figure in his life and he isn't even sixteen yet. Peter feels responsible for losing him. It's not his fault, not by a long shot. You've tried to tell him but he just gets fussy about it and goes quiet.

You went to the kitchen and searched for something for your head. You never really get migraines, so this was a little odd. Aunt May had left a note for Peter but he obviously hadn't see it, she left early and wont be back until late. Looks like your home alone all day.

You laid back down in his bed and cuddled up in the blankets. Ready to take an all day nap.

But laying there made it worse. Seconds felt like hours as the pounding grew worse and worse. You closed your eyes tight as a few tears slipped out. The pain was excruciating like someone was banging on your skull with a hammer. The most you've ever felt for a margarin by far.

You lasted a couple minuets but ended up verbally groaning im pain. You clutched the hair on your head and rustled in the sheets wanting nothing but for this to stop. You considered calling 911 but before you could you got a feeling a sudden numbness. The pain was there but in the distance almost like it was fading away, you closed your eyes involuntarily and fell into a deep sleep.

Waking up wasn't hard. Your eyes darted open, the pain in your head was gone. Completely gone and you felt so relieved. You couldn't remember much from this morning at all besides the pain and a foggy conversation with Peter.

You looked out the window, it was dark outside. You had slept all day and Peter still wasn't back. How long did he say he would he gone for?

You tried to sit up in the bed but couldn't move your body. It was as if you were tied down or being held back by something. You tried to move your head to the side but to no avail, you couldn't. Panic was setting in and you could feel your heart beating faster and faster in your chest.

Suddenly your legs whipped around the side of the bed and you stood up straight. You couldn't help it, you couldn't stop it, everything was numb. But you didn't fall over, you were standing perfectly straight. As if you were some puppet on strings.

You tried to sit back down on the bed, fearing you would fall over and not be able to stop yourself from it. Only to fail again, your mind wasn't in control over your body. You could practically hear your heart beating.

You began to hear a quiet, raspy voice in the back of your mind. It defiantly wasn't your own. "....Kill.....Peter Parker..." The voice hissed at you, echoing in your mind. It began to repeat itself over and over like a broken record. "Kill...him."

"What's happening?" You breathlessly mutter to yourself. Your breath became hitched as the voice grew louder and louder inside your mind.

".....Kill....Peter Parker....do it now!" It bellowed. It was a voice filled with resentment and hatred, and obviously set on one goal.

You couldn't think to yourself without fearing they would hear it. Intruding your thoughts over and over again, you knew he could hear them, everything you knew, he knew.

You tried your hardest to not think, trying to remember a tune to sing in your mind. Maybe to outwit him or try to get him angry enough to leave. Anything that wouldn't give away something to harm you or Peter.

As the voice was in the middle of another death threat, you heard the door to the apartment open and close. You shut your eyes tight, hoping to God it wasn't Peter. You begged for an intruder, someone who wasn't suppose to be here. They would leave and you could battle this out yourself.

"Babe! You still here?" Peter yelled from the living room, coming closer his bedroom. You could tell the voice was getting restless, it wanted what it wanted.

"Kill him! Or I'll do it for you!" It roared.

"Peter stop." You pled, trying to fight your legs from moving forward. Not being at all successful. The person in your head was becoming antsy, ready to get the job done. You found yourself walking to the door and opening it, revealing yourself to a quite sad looking Peter Parker. "Run, Peter."

"What? Y/n what's going on?" You were standing still, watching his every move trying to beg him with your eyes. Trying to tell him something was very wrong.

There was a moment before you started attacking him. A moment of silence, the calm before the storm. You could see the sadness in his eyes from being at Stark Industries, you hoped he saw the desperation in yours for him to flee. But before he could process anything and before you could warn him again, the lamp from the couch side table was thrown at his head in one swift movement.

Whatever possessed you had brought out some kind of inner strength because that lamp was thrown fast and hard. You could barley through a football on a good day.

He ducked in time, obviously because of his spidey senses. "Woah, hey! What're you doing?" He put two hands in front of himself to block whatever you could dish out next.

"I'm not doing it!" You yelled as you rushed at Peter. He dipped and weaved right to avoid you, looking shocked. Your eyes darted towards the kitchen as you reached for the meat knife on the counter. You pleaded in your head, hoping the voice would hear you.

Not Peter, please.

You looked back to him, standing in the living room, confused and scared. His eyes were wide at you as you turned around with the silver knife. You were slowly walking towards him, almost as if it wanted you to be afraid of yourself too. Which you were.

"Y/n," Peter put forth a hand. "What's happening?"

"I don't know," You cried. "There-theres a voice in my head. He-he wants to kill you, Peter."

Peter's eyes narrowed in thought. Almost as if he knew what it was.

Before you could speak again, the knife was hurdled at Peter's head, he moved sideways just barley missing him and wedging itself in the wall. Without hesitation you're moving to extract it.

Taking it out of the wall and bring it back down to your side, your body turned towards him. You could feel the rage and anger that was boiling inside you from whatever this was that took you over.

You thrashed the knife sideways, barley missing his stomach as he bounced back. He looked up to you again before you swung the blade once more, just being out of reach. Feeling the anger again, your arm was now swiping the cutter left and right trying to slice Peter open. Thankfully, Peter dodging them every time.

You quickly stopped slicing and jabbed the tip meat knife into his chest without hesitation. Your mouth opened wide at the realization at what you had done.

"Peter!" You whimpered, bringing the knife back to your side.

Peter's hand moved to his chest and he fell back onto the ground in shock. It wasn't a big wound but it was enough to hurt badly. His mouth hung open at the wound and your possessor did not waste time in making sure to end this soon.

You climbed on top of him and took the knife in two hands, bring it back over your head.

Tears trickled down your cheeks as you tried to fight against whatever was taking over your body. Fighting with every ounce of your being to hold back, to drop the knife and to stop what you were about to do. To no avail, the blade was brought down.

It dug itself into the hardwood floors. Peter had  moved his head to the right to avoid being stabbed in the face. You let out a breath of thankfulness.

Peter wiggled out from under you and stood up, unaware of what to do. He did not want to fight you, he had no intention of hurting you in anyway, he couldn't.

You pushed yourself up off your knees and stood tall. Looking him in the face before bending over to pull the knife from the ground.

You could feel every ounce of hatred for Peter that your possessor had but that didn't make you want to kill Peter.

"Fight back!" You screamed at him, tears streaming down your face. "Don't let me hurt you, please."

Without speaking Peter fell to his knees in front of you. You moved swiftly and placed the blade to his throat. You looked to Peter's eyes and he met your gaze. His eyes were filled with sorrow.

"Do it. I'm not going to fight you." Peter clenched his fists at his sides. "You killed Tony, you can kill me too."

Peter wasn't talking to you. He was talking to whatever took over you. He never told you what he fought or what he had seen six months ago back when Tony died. He didn't want you worrying about it or having the night terrors like he did.

"Peter, please." You begged him, choking on your tears. He didn't respond to you, his eyes closed softly and accepted his fate.

Please, not Peter. He doesn't deserve to die.

You begged in your mind, the knife still firmly on his throat, ready to kill. Seconds felt like years before you heard the voice. With a raspy and stern vocalization, he spoke one word.

"Suffer."

You weren't able to be confused. You had no time to wonder what he had meant. You understood clearly when the blade was removed from Peter's throat and thrashed jaggedly into your abdomen.

When you felt the first sharp sting of the pain in your skin, you knew that it was over and you fluttered your eyes. Your strength was faded. You wanted to scream, shout and yell out for Peter to save you but it was already to late. You parted your lips, but couldn't find the right thing to say. Nothing was coming, and you didn't have any time to figure it out.

He wanted Peter to suffer more loss.

You fell to the ground, feeling an out of body experience and you were able to move your own body again. You hit the floor with a loud thud and Peter snapped his head up, looking onto your blood stained body.

"No! No, no, no. Not you. Please." Peter begged, coming at your side. Placing his hands over your wound to stop the blood desperately. You couldn't blame Peter for trying to help you, he felt responsible once again. Another death on his belt that he couldn't control.

"I-I can stop it. I can save-save you." He stammered, placing a firm hold on the gaping hole in your stomach.

"Stop," You croaked, gurgling up blood that was slowly filling your stomach. You were slowly suffocating to death.

Peter looked to you with pleading eyes. Pleading you not to close yours. Pleading you not to go, not to leave him. He couldn't fathom what was happening. He couldn't believe he let Thanos take another person from him.

Peter's tears were trickling down his face quicker than yours were. Truthfully, seeing Peter in so much pain was worse than the pain you had.

Peter wiped your forehead moved his hand to cup your face. Taking in every last detail about your face while he still could. "Please, don't leave me." Was all he kept saying.

He was holding your hand in his, kissing the back of your hand over and over as he spoke. Your eyes began to flutter shut and Peter protested.

"No, Y/n. Don't you shut your eyes. Stay awake, stay with me." Despite his protests and his endless tears, you shut your eyes. Feeling a sense of calmness and numbness, the pain stopped and you were gone.

And Peter was alone once again.

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Lessons

Characters: Tom Holland, Y/n

Songs: Twentytwofourteen by The Album Leaf 

im planning on doing a mini seris with this, thats why its kinda short and to the point, im not sure if i like it, let me know what you think!!

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Oh yeah, sure, Mum. I’ll go give lessons to the kid down the street! Which kid in particular would I be giving my free time to exactly? Tom? Tom Holland? The incredibly annoying kid down the street? I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even care to learn to play the guitar for crying out loud!

Your pace grew slower which each step closer to his house. You have been dreading this day for a week. Not only was Tom incredibly annoying to you, but he also happened to be your ‘ex boyfriend’ from sixth grade. Everyone had that relationship that wasn’t really a relationship, but you all thought it was. You only talked when you passed in the halls and when you saw each other after school. You two ‘dated’ for a year and half and went on one measly date that ended up with you getting grounded. You ended it after several failed attempts to fix whatever you two even had.

You have not spoken since, an occasional ‘hello’ or ‘how are you’ if you see each other but nothing over the top. Tom grew up to do his own thing, like you did yours. Which is what got you into this situation. Although, this wasn’t your fault. Your mum and his have remained somewhat friend’s throughout the years and apparently during one of their Mum-Brunches with all of the other little Mums in town, she brought up that you played guitar and how fabulous you were, and Nikki mentioned that Tom had been wanting to learn to play.

Since you only lived two streets down you got there in just the right time. 4 pm, what an odd time. You kicked up the front steps and knocked on the door, immediately shoving your frigid hands back into the pockets of your jacket. It just had to be freezing out, of course.

Soon enough, you were greeted with a warm smile as the door opened. Nikki welcomed you in, wanting you to get warm as soon as possible. Bless her soul. You stepped into the mud-room and began taking off your shoes and jacket. No matter how cold it was outside, they always had the heat up to what felt like a hundred degrees. As you put your jacket on the coat rack, Nikki called for Tom at the bottom of the stairs.

“I have to run a few errands, I hope you don’t mind.” She looked back to you, smiling wide as if you and her son had been best friends for years, like you didn’t find her son to be a complete and utter nescience. You smiled back.

“Not at all, I think we will be okay.”

You heard a couple thumps and bangs and running around upstairs before finally hearing a door close and what seemed to be a calm, cool, and collected Tom descending the stairs. He hopped the last two steps and swung around the banister, not looking at you yet. You didn’t either. You kept your eyes on Nikki, you wished she would stay. Besides, where are all this kid’s brothers?

“Okay, Tom. I’ll be back, behave, please.” She turned to Tom, kissing his cheek and him returning the favor with quick ‘loveyoutoo’. Nikki beamed at you once more before exiting out of the door, leaving you two by yourselves.

For a few moments, you both sat there in silence. Not looking at each other, you focused on your shoelace and him on whatever was around his feet. You looked up for a moment to see if he was going to speak, but were met with his eyes and you quickly darted yours away.

“So, your mom told mine you had your own guitar? I didn’t bring mine.” You finally spoke.

“You didn’t bring your own?”

“Well, no. I don’t want to get damaged or anything of the sort.”

“I’m not that reckless.” Tom said monotone, you laughed at the joke.

He sighed before walking down off the platform and into the hallway, waving for you to follow him.

He led you to the living room where you saw a little stand with a guitar that looked like it was top of line. Maybe even better than yours. You marvel at it for a moment, looking at the designs and the way it was crafted. You hadn’t noticed you made an audible ‘Woah,’ Until you hear Tom snickering behind you.

“Okay, so I have never really taught anyone before so I don’t know how this will turn out but. . .” You trailed, not really sure where to end that sentence.

Tom nodded and was watching intently. To be honest, you didn’t even think that he would be interested in this. You thought his Mum set this up for him, that it was her idea. But that preconceived notion changed quickly as he watched your fingers glide across the strings. Not even really playing anything but just getting a feel for the instrument.

“Do you know the parts of a guitar?” You asked, he shook his head. “Well, this is the neck, pretty self explanatory, these lines, they are frets. You use these to tune to the guitar, and these are bridge pins.” You speak, pointing to everything you said. Tom nods.

The next two hours suprised you. Tom actually listened. He learned a lot in a short amount of time, and not once did he really annoy you as bad as you thought. A few comments here and there made you groan or roll your eyes but nothing to the point of wanting to bash his head with the instrument.

Maybe he wasn’t incredibly annoying as you once thought. Maybe he wasn’t the kid you once knew. Well, obviously, everyone changes from when they were eleven, but Tom was different. Tom was just. . .Tom. He was always out there, energetic, the class clown, the guy who didn’t care much for school, and everything you hated but it seemed to have faded and you were actually sad. Maybe because that’s what made him, him and as much as you loathed it, the thing that you loathe more was people becoming things they aren’t. Maybe he changed, maybe he made himself change. Who knows.

Plus, it’s only been two hours. Who knows if he is just putting on an act.

“Do you want anything to drink?” He asked you, putting down the guitar back into the stand.

“Actually, yeah. A water would be nice.” Tom half smiled and started walking to the kitchen, you following close behind. Opening the fridge and sticking his head inside, you sat at the counter.

“So, what have you been up too recently?” Tom asked, handing you a ice cold water and taking one for himself while leaning on the counter across from you.

“Nothing, really. I don’t do much, I’m a bit of a bore.” You laugh and he smiles.

“You play guitar, and pretty good I might add. You ever think of starting a band of some sort? Doing something with it?”

“To be honest, no. What about you? Anything up with you lately?” You make a face as soon as you say it, realizing you completely forgot about it. “Nevermind.” You turn  light shade of pink and look down at your cap.

“Yeah, that. It’s so surreal.”

“Can’t imagine it wouldn’t be.”

Silence fills the air. Not in a tense way but in way that is comforting. Things had been so awkward for a while but you could really start to feel more comfortable around him. You start laughing.

“What?”

“Do you remember. . going to the cinema-”

“Shut up.” Tom whines and puts his hands in his face.

“And you were so keen on impressing me,” you giggle, recalling the first ‘date’ you and Tom ever had. “It was a great faceplant into the ground.”

Tom groans and puts his head down, also recalling the embarrassing moment. Thinking back to it, you had not even noticed it wasn’t an act to do that, but he actually fell and fractured his nose. You see him start laughing to himself and pick his head from up from counter.

“Well, if we are playing this game. Do you remember when-”

“No, shut up. I already know what it is!” You groan as he did and feel yourself turn a million shades of red.

“Y/n, you put yourself in a shopping cart and made me push you around the parking lot,” he couldn’t contain his laughing, he had to stop several times to even form a sentence, which made you laugh harder at your own embarrassment. “I let go, and you went flying into the guardrail and just went, WHOOSH!”  He motions what it looked like you did.

You both laughed it off for a couple seconds, remembering the only two things that you both ever did as past boyfriend and girlfriend.

Are you sure this is the Tom you hated for years?

“We should hangout again sometime, and not just guitar lessons.” He proposes, sipping his water.

Not responding you looked at him. A soft smile was plastered on his face, waiting on an answer to his question. You thought for a moment.

Was it really that bad of an idea?

“I think that’d be fun.”

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Mr. Hollywood

Characters: Tom Holland, Y/N

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The bustling noise around you seemed to become louder with every minuet. Being more embarrassed than ever as you got pity looks and frowns from every table around you. It wasn't a crowded place, which made it worse.

A small town dinner off of the highway, it was your favorite place because of the chicken nuggets and because it was an old style dinner. It looked like a place straight out of the sixties and you adored it. You and your boyfriend would come here often, he hated it but you got to chose a place every now and then. He was suppose to meet you here tonight but its been over 45 minuets of you sitting alone in the silver and pink booth.

The waiter would look to you every few minuets to see if you were still there. Your cheeks turned a bright shade of pink every time she looked at you with sympathetic eyes. Your phone was on its last strands of life as you texted your lousy boyfriend for the umpteenth time.

You sighed to yourself. About to grab your purse from the end of the booth to leave. This isn't the first time you have been stood up by him, but you stayed because he always had some sort of perfect excuse, you melted into his hands every time he spoke.

You looked up from your purse and started scooting down the seat when a boy you've never seen before came up to the booth and sat down, smiling at you.

"Hey love, sorry i'm so late, traffic is crazy right now," the boy spoke with a soothing British accent. "I'm Tom, just go with it, yeah? Whatever guy was suppose to be with you tonight is obviously a dick." He whispered so only you two could hear.

The waitress looked to you and smiled finally. Your face still in utter confusion at why a guy like Tom was sitting in front of you, voluntarily. "Can I start you with drinks?" She beamed, happy to see that your boyfriend finally showed up.

You both order water and she walked away with a smile. "So, how did you know I was waiting for a guy to show up? I could have been waiting for a friend, or family." You smirked at him putting your hands in your lap. He was very attractive, probably more attractive than your boyfriend. His hair in soft curls all around his head and a smile so pretty you were in a trance.

"Well, obviously someone as beautiful as you has a boyfriend, and I kinda took a hit or miss. I wanted an excuse to talk to you." He spoke in a delicate voice, placing his hands on the table intertwining his fingers together.

"Ptsh, shut up," You tell him as the waitress brings you your waters.

"Are you two ready to order?"

"Couple more minuets?" Tom asked her, she nodded and walked off. "So, this guy you were waiting for, boyfriend? Friend?" He asked, and as you were about to speak he raised his eyebrows, "Friend with benefits?"

"Ew, no! That's weird," He sipped his water as you gathered your words. "Boyfriend but I'm not sure anymore. It's always on and off with him."

"You deserve better," Tom said out flat looking at you the way everyone always does, with pity.

"You don't even know me, what if I'm a terrible person?" You joked with him. He shrugged his shoulders.

"Then I'm wrong and should leave while I can," You both laughed lightly, "but seriously, he doesn't deserve you."

You twirled your straw in your water looking down. You could feel yourself blushing at his words. Tom has said more sweet things to you in two minuets than your boyfriend ever has.

You laughed for the rest of the night. On top of being incredibly good-looking, he was funny and actually seemed interested in you.

"So, where are you from?" You inquired.

"South-west London," He answered obviously proud to be from where he is.

"What brings you to California?" You asked again as you finished your meal.

"Filming. Well, kinda. I'm filming in Atlanta as well but luckily, I'm here for the next couple weeks." Tom gushed.

"Filming, huh? How come I've never seen you in anything then, Mr. Hollywood?" You teased him, he chuckled a bit.

"I've grown a lot since my last big role, you ever see The Impossible?"

"I don't like oceans, I saw commercials for it but never watched it. It scared me," You confessed to him.

"Hm, what about In the Heart-wait, never mind, ocean movie. Edge of Winter?"

"Never heard of it, sorry." You laughed a bit.

"You're not much of a movie person, are you?" You shook your head.

"Maybe I could show you some, sometime." He suggested to you.

You beamed bright at his comment.

"One more question," you looked up at him, "Marvel or DC Comics?"

"DC Comics,"You said innocently. He grabbed his heart and fake whimpered and fell back into the booth.

"You're killing me," He said with his eyes closed, falling deeper into the seat.

"What'd I do?" You inquired him.

"Favorite superhero?" He said quickly.

"I thought you said only one more question?"

"Answer the question,"

"As much as I love DC, my favorite one is from Marvel," He looked at you happy for a moment, almost hopeful. "I love Iron-man."

He fell back down into the seat, this time all the way so his back was on the actually seat. "What about Spider-man?" He said softly from under the table.

"He's cool," You said sipping on your water.

"Cool?" He shot up from the seat, "he is more than cool!" He whisper yelled at you.

"What's got your panties in a twist?" You laughed at him taking another one of his fries.

"I'm about to blow your mind," he said cockily, "I'm actually Spider-man."

"That's cool, man." You took another one of his fries again without his permission.

"I'm serious! Google it, i'm Spider-man!" Tom got a few looks from neighboring tables you just laughed to your yourself at his reaction.

"I believe you, jeez Hollywood take a chill pill." You smirked at him lightly.

The waiter brought you the check a little later on and you both fought over who was going to pay for it. Tom was mad that you even brought your wallet if you were suppose to meet your boyfriend in the first place. You guys ended up splitting the bill, still earning protest from Tom but you didn't care.

Tom walked you out of the restaurant and to your car. You didn't even care that your boyfriend didn't show up. You're glad he didn't, more than glad.

"I had a lot of fun tonight," You told him standing in front of your car door, him standing a few feet away from you. "Thanks."

"Me too," He cood, the beaming bright pink light from the lights of the restaurant behind him made him seem like he was glowing. "So, about that movie night.." He trailed off, letting you finish the sentence.

"I'd like that a lot," you smiled. You both exchanged phone numbers quickly, saving your name into his phone.

"Y/n," He paused, a smile growing on his face. "I realized I never got your name in the diner. It's pretty, I like it." You leaned up and kissed his cheek, a smile coming onto your lips.

You opened your car door and got in, leaving him by himself in the pink gleaming lights. Tom smiled at you as you drove away, one thought was in your head: break up with your stupid, lousy boyfriend.

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hey so i figured out how to actually look at my notifications on here and “Cinema” got 106 notes????why????? im shocked rlly. im such an old lady when it comes to tumblr idk what im doing yet lol

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Cinema

Characters: Tom Holland, Y/N

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Going to the movies by yourself is eye opening to all the annoying people that go there. You get the couples who can't keep their hands to themselves, the annoying old couple who fight over small or large popcorn, and the little kids that run rapid around because their parents don't care.

You  usually don't notice because you're always laughing with friends or looking at your phone but I guess that's another type of person: the stupid millennial that wont stop using their phone long enough to actually watch the movie.

You didn't care really, you knew that you weren't addicted to it as much as other kids are. You only really used it for talking to your family via messages and Facebook. Social media wasn't really important to you.

The popcorn was almost empty and the movie hadn't even started yet. You frowned at yourself for eating so much in so little time but the movie trailers were so interesting that you just devoured it.

You took your seat far back and high up. Being too close was neck straining and being too low was just plain annoying. You had a row behind you, saving those seats for the couples who come here to make out. How thoughtful of you.

The movie playing was Spider-man Homecoming. A relative recommended it to you since she thought you liked Superhero movies. What she didn't know was that you liked DC Comics, not Marvel.

Marvel is okay but you preferred DC Comics for some reason. But, Spider-man had seemed interesting enough so here you are, alone.

The movie began with Marvel's usual intro. You saw some last minuet seat adjusting below and began to get ready for two hours of what you hoped was a good movie. Someone had come up the steps and sat behind you, which you thought was odd considering there are so many seats below you that are perfectly fine.

You looked behind you to see what you thought was a familiar face. You made a visible confused face at him, not really trying to make it visible to add, he half smiled at you. He was wearing a white hoodie with a green flannel over the top of it and a white snap back. Odd.

You turned back around before he could say anything and started watching the movie. You were really half paying attention in the beginning, focusing more on how quickly your popcorn was becoming less and less full.

You pop a few in your mouth, looking up at the screen to see Peter Parker. You furrow your eyebrows and turn around to see the boy in the odd outfit. You realize that's why he looked familiar, he was the actor who played Peter Parker! You couldn't remember his name for the life of you though.

He looked down at you with sympathetic eyes and another half smile. "Don't say anything, please."

You nodded to him and chuckled a bit, looking back to his movie.

All in all, it was a good movie. You can't say you were sold to Marvel but you defiantly liked it. The credits were rolling after the end scene and people were starting to leave. You ran out of popcorn within the first twenty minuets and ran out of water in the next ten.

You stared digging through your purse to find your keys. It was dark outside so it was better to do it here than somewhere where you couldn't see. "C'mon you little shits, where are you?" You said to yourself. Finally, you find them all the way at the bottom of the bag. You shake your head, pulling them out and standing up to leave.

You were met with soft brown eyes. "Hi." He uttered to you.

"Hey,"

It was quiet for a short bit. You couldn't say you were star struck, you didn't even know his name. But the fact that a celebrity was talking to you was a bit shocking.

Silence was over coming both of you as more and more people left. The credits still rolled and more of his face became visible with the lights becoming brighter.

"So, uh. Good movie, I guess." You broke a smile. Which made him smile too.

"Thank you."

Silence filled the air again. Why was he talking to you? Well, starring at you. This guy really isn't good with talking to girls. You started to nod your head slowly and formed a line with your lips. He quickly collected his thoughts and spoke.

"Listen, thanks for not-not telling people I was here."

"Not a problem," You answered. "Even if I wanted to, I don't think it would have worked. I don't even know your name." You blurted, realizing after that that was probably a rude thing to say.

"Oh jeez- That was rude I'm-"

"No, no it's okay!" He laughed at your awkwardness. "I'm Tom." Tom spoke trying to even his voice out

"Really?"

"What?"

"You don't look like a Tom."

"What do I look like then?"

"I don't know, maybe...George?"

"George?" Tom questioned, looking shocked. Both of you laughed a little bit and it went silent again.

Not an awkward silent though, more like enjoying each others company kind of silent. You both were still smiling at the previous conversation. The silence was nice, the music from the credits was finishing and you would soon be booted out of the cinema, everyone else was already gone except for a few stranglers like yourself and Tom.

You could see he was trying to form a sentence in his head. His lips were forming a line and his eyes were darting around every where except for you. It was almost cute, a celebrity nervous to talk to a small town girl. You smiled at him, trying to ease whatever he was about to ask you.

"I know we just met and everything and we don't really, um, know each other. Well, I mean you know my name. I don’t even know yours. But that's not really knowing someone, I ju-"

"Tom." You interrupted him, bringing him back to the main point of his sentence.

"I'd like to get-get to know you more," Tom put his arms behind his back and rocked back and forth subtly. "Would you maybe wanna get coffee sometime? Or if you don't drink coffee we could d-"

"I love coffee, and I like that idea." Interrupting him again. Tom beamed a bright smile.

"Is now okay? I kinda don't want this night to end just yet.." He trailed off a bit.

"Let's go then." You threw your purse on your shoulder and smiled at him.

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Laser Tag Dates

Characters: Tom Holland, Y/N

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"Laser tag? Really?" Tom sighed looking to you with a smile.

"Yes really. Laser tag is the backbone of this nation," You proclaimed, "and I know you will like it once you do it, so shut your face." Tom sighed and waited in line with you, you knew he was happy to be here. The smell of cheap soda and pizza was the only aroma in the place but it set the mood as a classic date.

You've been dating for three months now and wanted to do something fun since all you guys ever do is go to press events and interviews. Which is still all great but you wanted to do something like a normal couple would do and as much as he would like to protest this stupid idea, he loved it.

As you finally bought your tickets you couldn't keep a smile off your face. Both of you geared up and set off into the laser tag area. Your suits worked for an hour, which means you had an hour to totally beat his ass.

"Whoever loses has to buy the other food after this, alright?" Tom chuckled at you.

"Gotcha, see ya babe!" You shouted, shooting him once sending flashing red lights into your eyes and darted in the opposite direction, leaving him by himself. You turned corners very discretely and always looking over your shoulder. You know he isn't taking it as seriously but you didn't care.

You turned a sharp corner and saw him at the end of the pathway starring longingly at his toy gun trying to figure out how it worked. "STANLEY!" You shouted over the horrible music playing.

He looked up and mouthed curse words before ducking behind the wall. You turned around and found an alternative route, knowing he would be looking in the other direction. Thankfully with the sound of the music blaring loudly you could sneak up behind him no problem.

You kicked the gun from his hands as he looked at you with loving eyes. You shot him in the chest and his suit illuminated with red flashes. "2-0 babe, try to keep up." You kissed his cheeks before slowly walking away, giving him time to work himself out.

With kids screaming and running around it made it slightly difficult to sneak around. The place wasn't very big but it had nice hiding spots with corners and small forts.

Creeping around an edge, you saw no one and continued to move forward when you felt two hands grab your waist and an involuntary shriek left your mouth as Tom spun you around, snatching your gun in the process.

"You know, darling," he started "you were right, I really do like this," Tom towering over you was walking forward, making you walk backwards. He made you walk back until your back hit the wall, you were cornered, which was probably against the rules but he obviously didn't care.

"I just can't let you win," Flashing a devlish smile he bent down and with his right hand cupped your cheek and kissed you passionately moving slow but only to he cut off by your suit flashing bright red. He had kissed you as a distraction, what an ass. "Bye, Princess." Tom whispered, inches from your lips before handing you your gun and running into the darkness of the pathways.

You couldn't help but smile at the thought of what he just did to you. You touched your lips, them still tingling at his touch. You knew you couldn't let him win, he would never let you live it down.

You knew you had to win but with Tom's head in the game now he would defiantly win.

You looked around for any source of leverage and saw a couple little boys playing. You walked up to them and proposed a plan to them. They agreed happily and set off to follow through.

To lead Tom right where you were so you could shoot him as many times as you needed. As many times as the gun would allow you too.

You stood where you all discussed and waited. And waited, and waited. You started to wonder if they were even going to come. You took a few steps forward and saw one of the boys running down the pathway to get to you.

"Hes hurt!" The boy cried to you, tugging on your shirt.

"What?" You questioned, bending down to him.

"He is hurt, follow me!" He shouted over the music. You didn't want to believe Tom was hurt, it might be a trick to win the game but if you didn't go you'd look like an asshole so you went.

The boy dragged you to the back of the shooting area, the music was quieter here and the laser lights didnt reach. You both turned the corner and there were the three other boys blocking all the other exists. "Oh you little shits," You laughed and turned around.

Tom was standing in front of you with his gun out like they did in movies. "Im sorry, love." He shrugged before pulling his trigger. You tried to work your way around the boys but they shot you too and soon enough your suit was flashing red so much you thought you were going to pass out.

"I can't believe this, I thought we had something, guys." You said to the boys they all shrugged and ran up to Tom giving him a high five before running off.

"You're a dickhead, you know." You said to him before he came and gave you a hug, shooting you again in the process. You shoved him off laughing.

"I'll take pineapple pizza, please." Tom said, you faked gagged at his love for pineapple pizza. Tom wrapped his arm around your waist while trying to work your guys' way out of the maze of walls around you.

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Dance Parties

Characters: Peter Parker, Y/N, Aunt May

Song: Toxic by Britney Spears 

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"Peter, please answer the door," You begged from outside the apartment. Times like this you wished you had a key. "Peter!" You screamed, banging on the door. Finally, you hear him stumbling around the apartment.

The locks on the door click and the door is opened, revealing a disheveled Peter Parker. His cheeks were covered in tears and his eyes were blood shot. His shoulders were slouched and his head hung low.

Without hesitation you embraced him in a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck and positioned your head in the crook of his neck. Peter delayed to hug you back but eventually encased you into his arms.

You could feel him shaking slightly in your arms and decide to let go. You quickly closed the apartment door to make the oncoming conversation private. You turned to Peter who already had started back towards his room.

"Peter!" You yelled at him, running up and standing in front of him. His eyes were sad again and it made you upset to see him like this. Peter is always happy and giddy even when things around him look bad. You've been best friends for years and only once had you seen him like this. "Tell me what happened, please." You begged him, also stopping him again from going to his room.

He took a deep breath and looked you in the eyes. "I let Mr. Stark down. I don't have the suit anymore," Peter mumbled, "I don't really want to talk about it."

You put a hand on his shoulder and gave him sympathetic eyes. "Okay, we don't have to talk," you whispered to him, "C'mon." You pulled him to his room let him flop back down on the twin bed and you sat at his computer chair.

"What are-" He began but stopped once he realized what you were doing, "No. No, y/n. I'm not-"

"Shut up," You told him. Peter got up from the bed and tried to stop you from typing. He swung his arms, fighting to get you to stop but you bumped him to the side. He outstretched his arm and was about to web your hands.

"UNDEROOS!" You shouted, pointing your finger at him. He lowered his arm and groaned. Underoos is something Peter and you mutually agreed on when he got his powers. It's basically a code word saying that he can't use his powers on you. He promised to be loyal to the code word and he is.

You looked back to the keyboard and continued typing. You went to YouTube and searched up Toxic by Britney Spears,

The song shares happy memories between you two. Whether you are sad or he is the only way to lift the others spirit is with this song and a dancing session. Both of you can't really remember who started it first but it has definitely worked its way into your friendship over the years. The song starts and you outstretch your hands towards Peter.

"C'monnnn, Peter!" You grab him by the hands dragging him out of his bed in front of you. You start dancing, well jumping and twirling around Peter as he started to warm up to the song. Dancing around him like a crazy person waiting for him to join you was defiantly tiring. You swirled him around as he began to slowly move to the song. You sang out the lyrics to the song loudly and obnoxiously to make him laugh.

You succeeded, Peter chuckled before taking your hand and spinning you around. He started to sing the lyrics as well.

"WITH THE TASTE OF YOUR LIPS I'M ON A RIDE!" You both sang, dancing around his small room. Using silly objects as microphones. The smile on Peter's face was so genuine it made you even happier. Peter twirled you again, laughing hysterically while singing. You both swayed in sync, watching each other smile and laugh the entire time.

"TOO HIGH, CAN'T COME DOWWNN!" You both went back to back and leaned into each other singing which soon resulted in you falling down when he suddenly came back up.

'Peter!" You laughed at him, he reached his hand down to help you up. You grabbed hold and he pulled you up fast and hard resulting you being inches from his face. The music played in the background almost seeming to fade with every second. Your eyes locked and you could feel everything around the two of you freeze.

You still had hold of his hand in front of your chest feeling if you let go this moment would end and you didn't know if you wanted it to. You never thought of Peter as more than a friend, it used to feel weird thinking about that but that was when you were both kids.

Peter half smiled before starting to lean in. Your eyes began to flutter close and as if on cue Aunt May knocked on the door.

"Peter! I'm home and have Chinese food!" She opened the door and you jumped back what felt like ten feet but was really only a few inches. You looked down, your face incredibly red with embarrassment. You clutched your hands together in front of you and looked back up at Peter, then to May.

"T-thanks May. I'll be there in a minuet." Peter staggered also turning a million shades of red.

"Okay, kids," May smirked, she turned to you. "Y/n I bought extra if you'd like." She smiled. She knew what was going on but decided to ignore it. Thank god.

"Oh, yea sure, tha-thanks May." The door closed and you looked to Peter. It was looks of thankfulness that turned into laughing, "that didn't just happen." You chuckled, grabbing your forehead in embarrassment. May was like another mother to you and here you are, falling for her nephew.

Peter came close to you again and just hugged you. "Thank you, y/n." You smiled in his arms and laid your head on his chest and brought your arms up around him.

"I'm always here."

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i’m gonna post a few of my imagines now